Chapter 898 880. Departure of an acquaintance (3000)
Although the residents in front of me have not turned into wandering souls, their thinking and movements have begun to become stiff and sluggish.
"I would like to ask, where is the gate of the village?"
The villager put his hat on his chest, and it took him a while to understand what Lan En meant.
He turned around stiffly and raised his fingers high behind him.
"Go from there. Keep going to higher places. We're here."
This village is also located in a mountainous area. The area of a village is not large, but the height difference is quite large.
It seems that the village gate connected to the bridge into Lothric is at the highest point.
“Thank you.”
Lan En maintained a cautious posture while thanking the villager.
"I have some food here, do you need it?"
"Food? Yes, yes."
Lan En handed over a piece of black bread, and the villager quickly took it in his hand, I started eating immediately.
The witcher looked at him and after eating a few mouthfuls, it seemed that his body had been nourished and his soul had become clearer.
“Is the situation in the village very bad recently?”
Lan En asked seemingly unintentionally.
"I met a fat woman on the way here. She looked really scary."
The villagers answered questions while eating. It seems that the nutrition of bread reminded him of the common sense that 'eating people has a short mouth'.
“Those are the mentors of the Netherworld Church. We originally thought they were here to transport away the growing number of undead, just like before.”
“But now they seem to It’s different, they say we can deal with the undead on our own, and they always tell us stories we haven’t heard before.”
He was eating and talking, his movements seemed a little anxious, and a lot of dry bread powder spurted out of his mouth.
But he quickly put his palm in front of his mouth. After the bread crumbs accumulated on his palm, he poured the crumbs on his palm into his mouth.
“But that’s not what we said before. In the past, the instructors of the Netherworld Church asked us to be careful not to shed too much blood when killing the undead. That blood can bring ominousness.”
“But now there is no better way. There are more and more undead people who still have some sense and want to fight for a neat way to die.”
“In the past, our iron There is only one undead person in the cage, but now there are at least seven or eight dry wandering souls stuffed into it. It looks like a spider, with multiple arms and legs. "
The industry of the undead settlement is entirely to deal with the undead. In normal times, Lothrik and the Netherworld Church would provide considerable subsidies for this 'initial process'.
This is what the villagers rely on for a living.
So when the world collapsed, the people here first had nothing to eat and drink, because they did not produce food themselves.
Lan En asked again if any outsiders had been in the village recently, or if strange things had happened.
The villagers told the truth.
Before he left, Lan Enduo gave him a piece of bread as a reward.
I don’t know how much longer the nutrition of bread can last his body.
The witcher looked up at the 'Bleeding Eclipse'.
As long as the flames have not regained their strength, there will be no undead rebellion. Food shortages are enough to kill most people in this world.
Eventually the soul will deteriorate.
A lot of the information this villager gave was quite valuable.
He said that a spellcaster actually came to this village some time ago. Although Lan En didn't know the specific abilities of the so-called [Spellcaster], the name sounded like it should be a person with supernatural powers such as [Magician] or [Priesthood].
If we meet, we can communicate with each other.
Also, the sacred tree enshrined in the village is now used as a place where they temporarily place the remains of the undead. Rumor has it that many people heard deep breathing near the tree.
According to the nature of this world, Lan En actually believed that the tree might have absorbed too much nutrients, souls, humanity, etc. from the undead limbs, and then became alive.
There is nothing else to say. This villager does not know the whereabouts of the old knight Fordolink.
Lan En didn’t expect to meet him directly, so it was more important to get things done quickly.
So, he continued to lead the horse towards the heights of the Immortal Settlement.
There are also many villains here like the slaves in the Netherworld Church, but when there is no erosion from the Netherworld, they don't seem to be hostile to Lan En.
It’s just a matter of walking on their own terms that has nothing to do with them.
On the horseback, Flannel Ball's claws left the hilt of the sword and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“I thought they were all bad guys, meow.”
It scratched its beard and said.
"It doesn't seem to be the case now."
Lan En was walking in front and said without looking back: "I think it's because of the darkness that there are no good people."< br>
"I won't judge people by their appearance anymore, meow."
As he said this, Lan En looked towards the outside of the hillside while climbing.
Outside this road, on the top of another hill, a familiar figure is standing there, looking into the distance.
The distinctive dusk-colored armor, shield, and flame-shaped sword are Fodolink.
It’s still a bit of luck.
Lan En thought to himself.
I didn’t care whether the mobility of riding the Kirin would scare others.
Getting on his horse, he pointed to the hilltop for Qilin: "Go over there, I see an acquaintance."
Gu Long shook his head and looked to the side.
Below is a bottomless cliff. The people of the Immortal settlement are obviously not in the mood to put up a fence on the mountain road, so they can just die if they make a mistake.
Qilin was noncommittal about this.
The hoof lightly rubbed the ground twice to show respect for the terrain, and then jumped up lightly.
Easily jumped to the cliff on the opposite side. The limbs of the ancient dragon are far harder than rocks, and you can easily step into them, then climb up the stairs to the top.
"Hey, Fodolink!"
Lan En's voice sounded somewhat happy.
It is indeed joyful to meet an acquaintance who has helped you in a world that is gradually becoming chaotic, dark and dangerous.
Lan jumped off the horse and walked towards Fordolink, who was standing on the edge of the cliff looking out.
But as he walked towards him, the joy on Lan En's face faded and his steps became more hesitant.
Finally, he stopped three steps behind Fodolink. The palms of his hands also clenched unconsciously.
Something is wrong with this old knight.
Lan En's brows furrowed completely.
When he first met Fodolink, the old knight neatly eliminated a group of wandering lumberjacks.
Although his eyes looked tired at that time, he was still a normal person.
But now
With the clang of armor, the former paladin turned slightly.
Under the dusk-colored pointed helmet, the mask made of rags only exposed the eyes.
But the look in his eyes was like a wooden thorn stuck in the crack of a fingernail, making people feel dangerous and painful.
“Can you still communicate, Fodolink?”
The witcher pursed his lips and asked with difficulty.
This old knight was already an immortal before. Now, it is not surprising that he has turned into a wandering spirit or a living corpse.
“Communicate?”
Unexpectedly, Foldolink showed an organized response to Lan En’s question.
But this tone
Lan En's expression, which had been a little surprised just now, suddenly became solemn again.
Joking, malicious, cruel. This is not a character that Fuldolink has shown before.
Nothing like it at all!
"For now, I can still communicate with you. But, people will go crazy one day, especially those who cannot die, haha."
Still. It was the voice of the old knight himself, but what was revealed under the voice was completely different from that of a guy who could help ordinary passers-by.
He is crazy.
Lan En realized this clearly.
"Since you are a person who wants to go crazy, what are you doing here? Your madness is a daze?"
As the witcher spoke, he looked past Fodolink covertly. over his shoulder, looking into the distance along his line of sight just now.
Is it the big tree that is revered as sacred by the villagers of the Undead Settlement?
“It’s so funny, I realized the truth of the world only after I went crazy—the gods have put shackles on mankind.”
Fodolink walked past Lan En, and he didn't seem to have any intention of doing anything.
On the contrary, it was just as if he wanted to introduce his ideas to Lan En.
The undead did not turn into living corpses or wandering souls, but instead claimed that they had obtained the ‘truth’?
What a ghost.
"Now is not a good time for us to talk, Lan. Look, I still remember your name."
"When you get crazy and understand, you will know where to find me. We will use sacrifice to become friends."
"At that time, we crazy people will be family "
Lan En turned around and looked at Fodolink who was gradually leaving. He slowly wanted to move his hand to the handle of the knife at his waist, but finally gave up.
——
Fordolink and the overall situation of the undead settlement have fully reflected the chaos that the fire is about to extinguish and bring to the world.
People's sanity is collapsing, and supplies and logistics are drying up.
Both body and soul will face despair at this moment.
After all, the ‘world’ that life in this world knows is about to collapse.
There were no more twists and turns after that, Lan En arrived at the gate of the Undead Settlement all the way.
There is a warrior here who calls himself the 'Sun Knight', and he tries his best to help the people here.
He seems to be a kind-hearted person. Under his management and restraint, at least there hasn't been any big trouble here.
"Don't believe those mentors from the Deep Church."
Lan said to the Sun Knight.
This guy is wearing a set of chain mail and plate armor that looks quite strong. On his head is a barrel-shaped helmet with only a viewing slit, and a feather on the side, which is unique.
It’s just that the sun pattern with a human face on the chest blouse reminds Lan somewhat of the Nilfgaardian emblem.
"Those teachers have apostatized and are now teaching profound stories."
"Hey, I also know what you are saying makes sense. There is something wrong with the stories those teachers preach."
Sun The knight's roar came from under his helmet. Helpless and distressed.
“But they are people from the Netherworld Church after all, and they have been cooperating with the Undead Settlement for hundreds of years. Now people are panicked, and everyone wants to grab some life-saving straw. In short, I can only try my best.”
< br>"Just try your best." Lan En said while leading Qilin away. "Archbishop Klimt said there is no need to be too pessimistic. The city of Lothric has always been in control of the fire ceremony."
"I'm not worried that the fire ceremony won't go on, that's impossible."
The Sun Knight sighed and shook his head.
“I just wonder how many people will die in this world when the fire passing ceremony is completed.”
“Okay, I’ll ask someone to open the door, you can go out. Those pilgrims in front of you They will arrive half an hour earlier than you. They also want to go to Lothric and advise the prince face to face. "
Lan En nodded and walked out of the village gate.
"Thank you, may the flames protect you."
"May the sun guide you, friend."
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(End of this chapter)