Chapter 295 295. The Wither Messenger, My Movement
After the bonfire party, the mermaid lady in charge of developing this area found Croya.
She didn't hide it even when there were no outsiders, and she respected Croana quite a lot - the man in front of her was the godfather of the next king of the mermaid tribe.
Who allowed the current king and princess to give birth to such a single child? The succession of royal power of this extraordinary race is actually better than that of the human country. After all, it is based on bloodline theory.
Treden has the bloodline of the King of Mermaids. Even if he is soaked in the sea every day as a salted fish, he will become a legend after a thousand years, and he will still be a legend blessed by the gods.
Cloya was silent for a long time after knowing this, and finally just sighed deeply.
This evil bloodline!
"Lord." Miss Mermaid asked cautiously: "Do you want to arrange those drinks yourself? I have sealed them with magic."
"Huh?" Crowe Ya was confused: "Why should it be sealed up? I plan to use it."
"..."
At this time, Miss Mermaid was about to cry.
If you don’t explain clearly, who knows whether you want to use it or take it back to make other arrangements. She has served the royal family for so many years and has long developed the habit of being cautious.
She really doesn't dare to do things without clear instructions. Although she doesn't have any credit, she won't be at fault at least.
But Croya also understood that he did not make it clear.
“It’s my fault that I didn’t make it clear.” He smiled and said: “Next, we will use these drinks to transform the land. I have signed a contract with the Rock Ape Tribe, and they will always provide drinks.
By the way...
The Rock Ape Tribe is actually very good at farming. If possible, recruit them to help with farming.
After all, they are the natives of the Western Mountains and know a lot about this land. I suspect that there are some special beings in this stretch of mountains.
Call support immediately if needed. "
"Okay! ”
Miss Mermaid nodded repeatedly, wrote down everything, and then left quietly.
Because she noticed a figure approaching not far away.
Now that Croya wants to continue to be a worker, she certainly won’t be stupid enough to expose it.
“Quite smart.”
After watching her leave, Croya said something and looked aside. He raised his voice and said, "Why don't you attend the bonfire party over there?"
The visitor, the warrior Lopas, looked a little strange at the moment. He seemed to be cautious and had a somewhat frightened expression on his face.
Cloya: "???"
He felt more and more strange, and then he heard Lopas say: "Master Yalok, when I was working during the day, I heard "There is a ghost here!"
While saying this, he looked around, his expression of horror becoming more and more obvious.
“……”
ghost?
For a moment, Kroya felt confused and didn't know what to say.
You are a warrior. You are full of blood. You can kill a few ghosts casually. How can you still be afraid?
But I don’t know if fear is actually contagious.
Just after Lopas said this, Croya suddenly felt that the darkness around him seemed to become deeper. The plants growing in the mountains were swaying in the wind, and the branches and leaves looked like ghostly limbs.
The fog in the mountains is getting hazier, and there seems to be a chilling chill in the air.
"Huh?"
He frowned and looked around.
In his magic perception, there was actually a strange soul approaching, with an intensity that even surprised him.
What kind of top-notch crow mouth are you? When you say this, something strange really appears.
"Let's go quickly!" Lopas was already panicking.
"It's too late." Croya shook his head helplessly and looked at the shadow in the deep fog.
It was a slender figure.
It has three pairs of six weird slender arms, and a pair of dry wings made of withered feathers behind it. It wears a weird white skirt, and its face is blank with no facial features.
It’s really weird, even among dead creatures, it’s the kind that makes people feel uncomfortable.
Not to mention encountering such a thing in such an environment, even in broad daylight, you would probably be shocked if you encountered such a weird thing.
"You, you, you, you!" Lopas fiercely pulled out his sword, which was an ordinary stainless steel sword.
He stood tremblingly in front of Croya - it was normal for warriors to stand in front of "weak" bards and mages.
But when facing a real undead creature, the unenchanted long sword in his hand would probably be less painful than tickling it.
He lowered his voice: "If you don't run away first, someone will come and rescue me later!"
"It's okay."
Chloe was not nervous at all. He quickly identified the type of undead. It was an undead creature called the "Wither Merchant".
As the name suggests, they are here to do business.
Legend has it that it is the favored one of the God of the Underworld. It can cross the barriers between the world of the living and the world of the dead at will, and exchange the special products of the underworld for items in the world of the living.
Even this "Blight Merchant" is a beneficial undead creature in a sense. Many magicians look forward to encountering them so that they can obtain materials unique to the underworld.
However, I heard that this kind of thing will choose the "appropriate" object for trading. So far, no one can explain their trading logic.
Why does it suddenly appear here now?
Are there any objects that match its transaction?
While Croya hesitated, the withered merchant had floated in front of Lopas, stretched out his arm, and held something in his white palm.
"Humanity."
"Please trade with me."
Oh? Was it actually a deal with Lopas?
This is indeed something that Croya did not expect. It is rare that the protagonist is not himself.
So he looked curiously at what the businessman was holding - it was a weird rib made of crystal, about as long as the palm of his hand.
Ropas was also stunned on the spot. He was a little at a loss, but instinctively felt that this matter was important to him.
The wither merchant continued: "I heard your wish, you want to control that huge golem, you want to get a higher status...this rib can satisfy you.
All you need is to remove the rib By inserting it into your own body, you can control the golem through the power of your ribs, and the golem will look like your own body."
Controlling the golem?
Croya became more and more confused. His golem control system used the magic pattern structure of the Ark and the encryption algorithm of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce. Can this thing be linked to it?
Lopas looked at the crystal-like ribs and swallowed. He really looked forward to getting this treasure and being able to drive the golem more skillfully.
But he is not a fool. Since it is a transaction...
"What do I have to pay?" He is no longer afraid now. His expectations and desires for the future make him no longer afraid.
The withered merchant's blank face had a line that looked like a random scribble by a child, as if it was grinning.
"Exchange your ribs for me," it said.
"..." After a brief hesitation, Lopas actually took off his clothes, held the sword to his chest and thrust it in. Blood spurted out, and he cut off a rib.
"!!!"
His speed was so fast and decisive that even Croya couldn't react, so naturally there was no way to stop him. What's more, Croya can feel that there is no fluctuation of spiritual magic, which shows that it was Lopas's own choice, and even Croya has no position to stop it.
‘This is really cruel, chop off your own ribs? ’ Croya couldn’t help but be speechless.
Lopas' face was pale from the pain, his lips were trembling, and his forehead was covered with sweat even in the cold wind. He handed the fresh ribs to the withered merchant.
The latter held the rib with its hand, blood dripping from its fingers, and it bowed slightly: "Thank you for the deal, then let me help you do something.
I look forward to continuing to trade with you. ”
It tore off a corner of its white skirt, wrapped it directly in the crystal ribs and threw it to Lopas’s wound.
In the radiance of magic, the crystal ribs immediately merged into the latter’s body. On the body, the white cloth covered the wound.
At first glance, it looked like a white cloth had grown out of the wound.
A magic pattern faintly flashed on the white cloth - that magic pattern made Croya. His pupils shrank slightly. This pattern was too familiar to him. Isn't it the splicing of severed limbs that he often used?
The magic of the Holy See of Light, the secrets of the Salt Mountain Knights, the magic from the goddess of life... don't look like they can be related to the undead.
He was thinking about whether to keep this guy by force.
But I don’t know if it felt something.
Anyway, after the transaction was completed, the figure of the withered merchant gradually disappeared. The way of virtualization was almost exactly the same as the way the Angel of Qin left the main plane.
Chloë missed the opportunity, but he breathed a sigh of relief.
Mainly because this thing is too special, even he doesn't want to have anything to do with the kingdom of death.
Especially...his Hall of Valor is actually violating the laws of the underworld and forcibly fixing the souls of the dead in the world of the living.
Facing these special existences that may be related to the goddess of the underworld, I still feel a little guilty.
So Croya watched it disappear completely, then stretched out his hand to play his harp, and threw a ball of green light containing the power of life towards Lopas.
As a bard, it is normal to know how to use healing magic.
With his healing magic, Lopas's face quickly turned from pale to rosy, and the young warrior raised a smile: "Thank you, Master Yaloc. Can you please not tell me what happened this time?" "
Croya sighed softly: "This is not a good choice, my friend.
That kind of thing is an unknown creation. Is it okay for you to embed it in your body like this? What problems will arise?"
His answer was the excited voice of Lopas: "But without the help of this treasure, it will take a long, long time for me to master the engineering golem. If I want to work hard to make money, I want to get more magic crystals..."
He looked at Croya: "I know you should not be as simple as it seems. Things that are casual to you are my future."
"I'm sorry, I deceived you... In fact, I Not only do I want to listen to your music, I also want to be friends with you.”
“…”
Kloya was stunned.
He did have many methods and rhetoric that could be used to persuade Ropas, but he remained silent.
The North does provide a lot of job opportunities, and it also gives many people a ladder to climb up, but this ladder requires many people to squeeze forward together.
Perhaps for Lopas, this is really a shortcut - the same goes for making friends with this unusual-looking bard.
Shortcuts for ordinary people.
"Why bother talking about this."
He didn't mention this matter again, just said: "If you feel any discomfort, you can come to me to check. I have learned some healing magic. .
By the way, I also heard that an adult who is proficient in golem manipulation will come here tomorrow to give on-site teaching. You should go back and rest quickly, you can't miss it. "
"Don't think so much, we are still friends. ”
Cloya admired his frankness, so of course he didn’t care about his actions. After all, he did mean it sincerely.
Don’t think about it if you like it. So much.
Hearing Croya’s words, Lopas’ eyes lit up: “Then I’ll go back and rest, thank you, Master Yaloc! ”
He waved his hand and ran away. Although it could still be seen that the posture was a bit unnatural, the smile on his face was very bright, even suppressing the pain caused by the wound.
After watching him leave, Croya ordered the Miyazaki Vine King next to him: "Find an apprentice of the Engineering Golem to come over tomorrow."
The green vines swayed gently. After a moment, he passed the news to the tower spirit, who would make arrangements immediately.
After giving the instructions, Croya simply sat down on the ground, and the grass became soft.
He thought about what happened today and murmured to himself: "A wish? A wish is also a kind of desire."
"What are these wither merchants..."
"It can actually splice severed limbs, and it should be very good at seeing the fluctuations of magic power. Is there a relationship between the goddess of life and the god of death?"
Thinking After a while, he shook his head helplessly, threw away the complicated thoughts, and started playing with his harp.
The music unfolds gently like a scroll.
There are people waiting on the train in the early morning to rush to work, people busy in the West, the mixed sounds of nature and engineering, the leisure and joy of bonfire parties, and the shadows and ropa of the Witherbringer behind Si's determination...
The whole song is composed of four major chapters: "The Journey of the Morning Sun", "The Sound of Engineering in the West", "The Joy of Leisure Moments", and "The Man Who Makes a Deal with the Dead".
For Croya today, it is very easy to come up with a piece of music at random. What's more, this piece can't even be said to be musical magic, it is just a tune he played at random.
But the power from Croya still gives it special power -
The function of this power is to give determination.
To put it simply, people who hear this piece of music can make decisions more quickly and move forward unswervingly.
It's a pretty useful musical magic, after all, it's hard to make a decision.
“But I always feel that there is still something missing.”
Cloya looked at the starry sky and thought for a while, and suddenly an idea came to him: “By the way, there is still something missing!”
Even the most determined people need sleep to relieve their fatigue.
Thinking of this, he immediately stood up, left the bonfire party without hesitation, returned to the frontline base through the still open portal, and returned to his dormitory.
sleep! Just sleep when you say sleep!
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the cute yellow duck sleeping soundly on the sofa, with its big belly exposed and the down on its body smooth and soft.
“Huh?”
The Fishtail Sea Duck King felt someone coming in. He was about to get up and say hello to Croya when he felt himself being picked up.
Then he was brought to the bed and acted as a pillow.
Fish-tailed Sea Duck King: "???"
It didn't react.
The powerful mage holding it had already gathered all his strength, threw the harp aside, and quickly fell asleep.
The sound of wind coming from the window, the green plants on the table and his slight breathing mixed together, plucked the strings of the harp, and added the last soft movement——
< br>"The God-given Rest of the Stars".
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