As the two continued to descend, the fog around them became thicker and thicker, and the color changed from white to gray. Lott used his decorative wings to fan the mist, expanding his field of vision a bit. The top of the cliff was very narrow, but the bottom was getting wider and wider. The bottom of the valley actually accommodated a hidden forest with no bounds.
The Lord of Bones is right, there are indeed many corpses at the bottom of the valley, but... many of them can't move. The canyon was too high, and many corpses were broken when they jumped off.
They have no spellcasters to control them, have failed to obtain a normal IQ, and have not yet evolved power beyond the limits of the human body, so they can only fly moths to the flame by instinct.
Boris cast a spell to disperse part of the dense fog. If they didn't, they couldn't see anything at all, and the fog at the bottom of the valley was no longer white fog, but closer to tasteless black smoke. The Lord of Skeletons was responsible for dealing with the corpses that could still attack, knocking them down one by one, breaking them or crushing them... After tearing apart the last corpse that rushed up, he turned to a corner.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking into the black mist with eyes that glowed red with fire. Very close, Sigfel is there.
Boris followed Lot's line of sight and cast a spell in that direction, and the daylight-like light temporarily enveloped this small area. In the corner of the forest at the bottom of the valley, there is a cave covered by weeds and vines.
"Boris, you'd better wait outside, I'll just go in." Lott said.
Burris shook his head: "My lord, before you didn't let me help deal with those corpses, I thought it was because you wanted me to save my strength. Now that we have found a place, you asked me to wait outside again...then why did you bring me I come?"
"Because taking risks together can increase mutual affection." Lott said honestly.
Seeing the disbelief on the mage's face, Lot burst out laughing: "I'm joking. It's actually because... if you follow in, you might be poisoned to death."
"Is the purgatory element in it that strong?" Boris immediately understood what he meant.
Lott glanced at the dark cave entrance: "Yes. Even if you really travel to purgatory, it is difficult to encounter such a strong force. This is a matter of concentration ratio. Just imagine, there are thousands of people along the river Shit and piss in the river and you swim in the river and you don't feel anything; but if a person shits and piss in a bucket of water, the bucket of water smells like…”
Boris interrupted him with a frown: "My lord, can't you give some decent examples?"
"Indecent but vivid," Lott shrugged, "Also, I really need your help outside. We encountered a lot of corpses just now, and you should be able to see that they are not all of them. In the past, red vultures have Controlled a lot of local dead, the situation has deteriorated in recent days, and the purgatory element has directly resurrected the corpses of all the nearby cemeteries... This number is definitely not small. Wait a while, it is estimated that there will be many lucky corpses coming over intact, they It is no longer under the control of the red vulture, and I only want to absorb power. After I enter the cave, I have to concentrate on dealing with the things inside, and if there are any more corpses approaching here, it will be up to you to deal with them."
Boris nodded sadly... If it was me, I might have regained control of all the corpses. The taste of deteriorating ability is really uncomfortable, and it is really unbearable to slowly improve again.
Thinking of this, he realized that the Lord of Skeletons was in a degraded state like himself, and perhaps the things in the cave were indeed a big challenge.
Ultimately, Burris agreed to stay outside the cave. He lit up five light spheres at the same time, spread out a handwritten note, placed several medicinal materials on the ground in order, and whispered a spell. A defensive circle about ten yards in diameter spread out around him, and then gradually disappeared into the ground and air.
Before entering the cave, Lot put his hands on Burris' shoulders, and quickly kissed the top of the mage's head from behind. Burris turned his head uncomfortably, and Lot had already escaped into the thick darkness at the entrance of the cave.
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"Sigfried, wake up quickly..."
After entering the cave, the Skeleton Lord lost his human appearance. Now his body has become taller and stronger, his head has returned to the shape of a skull covered with black scales, a pair of curved demon horns on top of his head, and bloody flames flickering in his eye sockets.
The thick black mist blocked the sound of the outside world, and he didn't have to worry about his own voice being heard outside the cave.
"Sigfair..." He stretched out the dragon wings on his back, and they searched and detected in the fog like tentacles. After advancing inward for a few minutes, he heard a faint moan of pain. The owner of the sound seemed to be in a nightmare and was struggling to wake up.
"Child, wake up." The Maharaja walked towards the voice, "The son of the dead has woken up, the son of purgatory, you should wake up too."
A young man's dream came from the darkness: "This is their curse... I will never wake up."
"Who cursed you?" asked the Maharaja.
"The mountains, the moonlight, and the forest. I deceived them, and they punished me to sleep here."
"How did you trick them?"
"Once upon a time, I lost my territory, my monarch, and my comrades. I had no one to be loyal to, and no one to protect me. I cast illusions on my dark soul and body, and dyed myself a holy silvery white. I became False gods, guarding the mountains for a hundred years... The beings on the west side of the mountains worship me, hoping that I will grant them luck and victory; the beings on the east side of the mountains guard their homes, and tears fill their eyes whenever they see my miracle... When When the war came, I didn't know which side to protect... In the face of fighting and blood, I fled into the mountains cowardly, indifferent... "
Hearing what he said, Lord Skeleton murmured to himself: "Well... the Battle of Luoyue Mountain Range. It seems that something happened to you at that time. No wonder the red vulture was normal before that..."
The voice of the young man continued to repent: "Every tear, every handful of blood, and every withered leaf that I can see is a curse to me. I am a devil, how can I become the guardian of people? My silver-white coat fell apart, revealing the true appearance of a black beast, the valley swallowed my body, and the thorns wrapped around my heart, from now on I will never wake up... "
Lord Skeleton sighed: "Sieg Fei, you really haven't changed at all, you are still so fragile and poetic... dead bodies and forests will not cast a curse, it is your own guilt that swallows you. Wake up, you don't know me Yet?"
"Get out of here, traveler," said the young voice, "you are but a dream in my long captivity..."
Lord Skeleton held his forehead helplessly: "Oh, originally I wanted to wake you up gently... It seems that this is useless, it can only scare you awake."
During his captivity, the Maharaja read a book on human health. The book says that if you want to wake up a sleeping child, it is best to open the curtains, let the sunlight pour on him naturally, call him patiently with a soft voice, and wait for him to gradually wake up from deep sleep... Don't force yourself Shake him, don't make violent noise, don't wake him up, it's not good for your child's health, and it may even affect your parent-child relationship...
The Lord of Skeletons does not have children, but he has creations. He has never tried to wake people up, but today he has the opportunity to try. It's a pity that the gentle method doesn't work, and the child still has to be woken up roughly in the end.
He walked towards the direction of the sound and touched a wall made of thorns. The half-finger-long thorns were facing outwards, and mist was constantly overflowing from the gaps in the vines. This kind of defense is nothing to the Lord of Skeletons. The black scales on his hands are as hard as dragon armor, and they will not be hurt by the spikes at all. So he directly grabbed the vines, tore them apart one by one, peeled off layer by layer, and dug a hole for himself to move on.
The more you dig in, the more erratic the touch in your hand becomes. In the black mist deep in the thorns, there are not only elements of purgatory, but also the dreams of sleepers.
The Lord of Skeletons will not be harmed by the elements of purgatory, but is somewhat affected by dreams. After all, this is not magic or divine art, but a sweet and stubborn lullaby...
Vaguely, he saw the situation when he created his first child.
While sniping and killing the demon army, he saw two human corpses, one was an adult, holding a broken spear, wearing crude leather armor, covered in blood; the other was a blue baby girl, little A single Inferno moa tooth is embedded in the small skull.
After the war was over and the gods separated the planes from each other, the Skeleton King used the power of the dead to shape a human girl. She didn't have a name then, and it took many years to settle on her name.
The Lord of Skeletons took the first creation and continued to clean up the purgatory creatures remaining in the world. Soon, he created a second child, because he witnessed a rare holy creature in the world, which produced inexplicable enthusiasm and inspiration...
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Burris sat on the big rock, looking into the cave from time to time. The corpses that came after him fell into a fan shape along his magic circle, and occasionally a few particularly stubborn ones tried to break through the defense line, and were honored by Boris with the spell "special care".
It stands to reason that he doesn't need to worry about the Skeletal Monarch at all. The Maharaja has powerful strength and overbearing magic immunity. Even if he can't hit the thing in the hole, that thing will never hurt him... But Burris couldn't help but imagine all kinds of bad situations.
For example: What if the creatures in the cave do not cast spells and are better at physical attacks than the Maharaja? What if the cave is like a maze, and the Maharaja loses his way and never returns? What if the Maharaja and the creature in the cave have known each other for a long time, and the creature persuades the Maharaja to conquer humans together? What if the Maharaja and the creature are enemies who have not met for a long time, and their endless battles cause landslides and earthquakes? What if the creature in the cave has no mouth at all, and the Maharaja can't even kiss it to death
You think too much, is your IQ declining with age... Burris scolded himself in his heart, and decided to do something to dispel these unnecessary worries.
He pulled out a lollipop-shaped crystal ball and cast a short spell on it. The sphere shimmered and said in a slightly dull voice: "At your service, master."
"Do you know the past of Luna Mountains?" Burris held the ball to his mouth, which made it more like a lollipop.
This is an "Anecdote Crystal", which can tell all kinds of anecdotes to the holder. All the anecdotal crystals in the world are following different owners. The crystals will automatically absorb conversations and stories containing certain key words, and share them with other crystal transmissions. This thing was invented by a mage who loves to travel in the Arcane Federation. Boris participated in the follow-up optimization research. It will not disclose confidential information, but only collect small stories between the countryside and the market.
Crystal was silent for a while, and replied: "There are few anecdotes, master."
"Talk about it. Remove the official history of the Battle of Luoyue Mountain, remove the orcs and goblins, and remove the human nobles. Mainly looking for anecdotes about mysterious creatures."
"Okay, master. Many, many years ago, there was an old man who lived in the Luoyue Mountains. He lived by himself picking mushrooms for more than 80 years. One day, a unicorn appeared, The moment he saw the old man, the unicorn shed tears of sympathy and excitement, because the old man turned out to be a virgin... "
“…without the vulgar and comical elements.”
"Okay, master. Looking at the lonely old man, the unicorn cried, because the unicorn was also alone. The old man was separated from his family when he was very young, and the unicorn said that he was the same. The unicorn The beast gave the old man a lot of mountain delicacies and game, and sent the old man down the mountain crying loudly. It didn't keep the old man because it knew that human life is very short... "
At this time, the surrounding fog suddenly dissipated, and the black fog in the cave became much thinner. Boris looked around in surprise, and the entire forest at the bottom of the valley began to restore its original appearance.
He extinguished the crystal with a short spell. Because there was some movement in the cave... maybe the Lord of Skeletons has returned. He didn't want the Lord of Skeletons to discover this crystal, and the Lord of Skeletons would probably be addicted to it all day long.
The sound in the cave was getting closer, and it sounded like the heavy footsteps of large animals.
Burris drove the ball of light into the cave and saw Lott yawning and walking out. Now he looks like a human being, and from the loose buttons on his clothes, it can be seen that he has probably returned to his original appearance just now.
"Is everything going well?" Burris asked a little nervously.
"It went well, but I almost fell asleep..."
"What?"
Lott didn't answer, and glanced behind him with a smile: "It's all right now, I found that creature, and the purgatory elements on his body will no longer leak out. He didn't do it on purpose before, he just had a little accident , The body collapsed... By the way, because I rescued him, so he... He decided to be loyal to me."
Boris looked into the cave vigilantly, a little worried that he would really see the unicorn in the anecdote... But it should be impossible, unicorns are not purgatory creatures. It's fictional, a fairytale creature.
Every spellcaster knows that there are really dragons in this world, but there are no unicorns. The anecdote just now is just a story.
Lott continued: "Dear Burris, I would like to introduce you to our new friend. His name is Sigffield."
With the end of this sentence, an unbelievable, rare, fit and strong creature with horns on its head stepped out.
Boris stared blankly at the creature... Thanks to the God of Arcana, my common sense is correct, it is indeed not a unicorn.
Siegfried has a pair of purgatory-style eyes, with fiery red irises and black sclera... Now, there are a few tears in these eyes that should look fierce, which makes his temperament a bit like the one in the story. A unicorn that just cries. Moreover, there is really a spiral horn on his forehead.
But his body is not horse-shaped. He is a huge dark red griffin.