Vol 2 Chapter 348: You will eventually fail

Chapter 348, you will eventually fail
The dark and dark caves ushered in a rare moment - the light of the silver shadows, and it shines brightly.
"Wake up... they?"
Tyres gasped against the rock wall, and he was worried about it again and again, or gave up most of the confrontational moves - this silver shadow man is obviously not the one he can deal with.
The teenager asked questioningly: "What ‘they’?

The silver-shadowed man stared at him with the scorpion that was dark and invisible.
"they."
It is still the West-West lingua franca with the North-West accent.
The shadows of the silver shadows are subtly moving under the glint of the light, almost like a real person talking, quite strange:
"Did you see it."
"Those who are homeless."
"There is a heterogeneity between life and death."
Tyres trembled in his heart.
what?
"Oh, between life and death..."
He muttered repeatedly, squinting his head and looking at the dark wall of the cave, imagining the sight of the dense ghosts from above.
Those who are thin and rotted.
Tyres couldn't help but feel that there was some coldness behind him.
He buried his face in his hands and sighed with pain and difficulty.
"It turned out that there is such a thing in this world..."
Ugh.
Even this is considered for me...
Holographic, four-dimensional, dynamic horror film - this world is really wonderful!
It took a full five seconds for the downcaster to break free from the unpleasant pasts in the memory fragments and lift his face in a listless manner.
"But how can it..."
He leaned on the rock wall, gently pressed the body's rubbing injury, and asked the silver shadow man with powerlessness: "Where are so many dead souls under the dragon city, are you bored and scary here?"
The man in the silver shadow shimmered.
It seems to hesitate.
"Our top of the head, Arendtburg on the ground," but he finally answered, and the words from the silver mans were like the slang of the dream, and the echoes seemed to be undone:
"It stands for thousands of years."
"The flames of the dragon, the footprints of the elves, the soldiers of the North, the iron hooves of the empire, and even the weights of the orcs have been plowed here."
I heard a strange place name, a glimpse of Tellston.
"Asia, Lun, Germany, Fort..."
The prince repeated in confusion, but his eyes turned bright: "Wait, you are talking about Longyan City? Arendtburg is its old name..."
Tyres immediately understood what he was, and he began to look at the silver shadow man with a strange look.
"Use this title...so you are an ancient time, the amount, you are the people of the Age of Empires?"
The silver shadow man just stared at him silently and did not answer.
"Well," Taylors said, arbitrarily spreading his hand, and in his heart, the option of "nothing to ask for intelligence" was drawn from the top of the person who was not a ghost or a ghost.
"Then, the soul of the dead?"
The silver-shadowed man slowly raised his head and looked at the cave with emotion.
He turned and left Tells.
The footsteps of silver awns leave a wonderfully vivid print on the rocks that have passed.
"This land has experienced countless wars and colds, disasters and deaths... the head is falling, the blood is spilling, the dead bodies are plunging, and mourning."
The silver shadow man moves forward slowly, and the words with the illusory echo are re-transmitted, and there are certain flaws that cannot be opened:
"For thousands of years, no living creatures have been buried here, and the gathering of the dead in the past is hard to come by."
"The gathering is difficult..."
"It’s hard to kill..."
"Cancel..."
This time, his echo was particularly obvious, and Taylor was shocked.
The prince noticed that the other party’s words did not pass through the sound, but it seemed to sound directly in his heart!
and many more.
The words that sound in my heart.
This situation...
Is it some familiar?
But before Taylors thought about it, the tone of the silver shadow man changed.
"In the past, they should sleep quietly, have no consciousness, have nothing to do with living people, have nothing to do with the world, slowly lose themselves, lose time, until they die, they will not survive."
The man turned sharply, and the silver awns on his body were as dense as the oil lamps that were lit up, and the muzzle became severe and serious:
"Until you wake them up."
Taylors gave birth to a glimpse.
"I?"
"But, but I didn't do anything!"
He extended his hands innocently and puzzledly: "How come you wake them up?"
The silver shadow man is facing him, and the facial features appearing under the light and dark contrast suddenly become sharp and sharp.
"No," he said firmly:
"You did it."
Taylors looked blank.
The silver shadow man slowly raised his right hand, facing him, and the palm of his hand gave a slight silver awn.
Tyres felt uncomfortable when he was up - there seemed to be something in the silver mans that made his skin tingle slightly, just as this danger was just threatening to ask himself.
"I can see, they can all see - you have a special power."
Tyres was in a tight heart.
The silver shadows are faintly authentic, but let Taylor's breath inexplicably rush: "It lies in your strong body, both to absorb nutrients and feedback benefits, it allows you to communicate with the human and underground, to contact the living and death spirit."
Tyres picked an eyebrow.
what?
"When it is one with you, you are free between life and death, blurring the realm of survival."
The words of the silver shadows made Taylor's heart scream.
Between life and death...
He immediately figured out what.
"You use your own as the key to open the way on the walls that are not connected to each other," the man said seriously. "The souls that should have been unaware of it, and the souls that are hard to influence the living, have been alarmed and awakened."
"It’s like a group of sharks that come with a stagnation of hyenas and bloodthirsty."
Taylors blinked in horror, watching the silver-shadowed people become more and more distinct and dark.
"You mean..." He whispered incredibly:
"The sin of the prison river?"
The silver shadow man did not answer.
The tales of the tales thought of doing it.
He clenched his fists and took a deep breath, calling for the sin of the prison river in his body, to play its most commonly used function - to enhance the sense of sight.
Within a few seconds, the sin of the prison river follows the blood vessels around the eyes and ears, making his world bright and clear.
But at the same moment, Tyres immediately felt the difference!
In the distance, on the rock wall where the silver shines, countless black shadows emerge from it, and new and strange faces appear to this side!
[Ah... it hurts, my chest...]
[No, why kill me, I did not participate in the uprising...]
[Sada! Locksada! 】
[They can't stay here, the orc's striker is coming, it's tied, and I have to tie everyone in this village...]
[Hahaha, you won't believe it, I will lock the ice hybrid on the shelf, use the red-hot clip, twist the intestines and pour the oil... I will never forget them for my Lisa. What I did... Every orc that I want to fall into my hands is very painful...]
That moment, the cold chill, the deep whispers, the painful embarrassment, all the nightmare returned to the senses of Tells!
The prince was shocked!
However, the sin of the prison river that feels the threat has not stopped, but has also accelerated its control uncontrollably and continued to strengthen his senses.
That feeling, like the ghost film in the memory of the past life, in the shocking climax moment, the film suddenly changed from 2D to 3D.
[I just want to reward and eat enough food... Why do you want to sell them for them? Anyway, they never look at us as a pawn...]
[Hungry, generals, prisoners of war and criminals are all eaten up, so hungry... We, can we eat those patients and the elderly? Anyway, they are dying, fill us in the stomach, we can help them protect their families...]
[I don't understand, we are warriors, we have our own honors, can there be any honor in slaughtering civilians...]
[Listen, soldiers, your honor is not up to you. Who is a civilian who is an enemy is not determined by you, but by the legion, by the empire, by my orders, understand? Now, the soldier, killing this northern scorpion, because he is an enemy, this is honor...]
The sound is getting bigger and bigger, and the body is getting colder. Tyres pains over his head, closes his eyes, and twitches.
bad……
how come……
The surrounding souls are more and more swaying, and many of them even climbed towards this side.
Just at this time.
"roll!"
The roar of the silver shadow man echoed in his ear.
Once again, the silver mansions in the caves, the thorns of Taylors curled up!
"Go back to your broken nest!"
With the roar of the silver shadow people, the screams of the dead souls sounded again and gradually weakened.
They painfully avoided the silver awns, and they retreated backwards and fell into the darkness.
Those terrible whispers and emotions also retreat from the senses of Tells.
Until the surroundings are quiet again.
For a long while, Tyres, sitting on the edge of the rock, was able to put down his hand and feel the disappearance of the sin of the prison river.
hateful.
He gasped and groaned in his heart.
Damn, hateful, hateful!
"At the moment, these souls can't directly hurt your body," the voice of the silver shadows resounded: "But they can destroy your spirit, pollute your soul, and turn you into a walking dead by affecting the environment.

"Of course, if they are stronger, and you are weaker..."
Taylors opened his eyes and exhaled angrily.
The silver light on the man slowly weakened. He put down the silver-clad palm and looked at the boy silently.
"Very good, the effect of the sin of the prison river..." Taylors said stunnedly: "It turns out that you can still open a yin and yang, or to scream the soul..."
"It's awesome."
He ridiculed the truth.
The silver shadow man came back to the side of Tells and looked down at him.
"I recognize this power - I used to have a friend like you."
The words of the silver shadow people let Taylors raise his mind: "The sin of the prison river?"
The man in the silver light shook his head: "Under the torture of this power, he was rejected by the prison, for the world."
"That was the biggest misfortune of his life."
"Like here, like this group of evil curses, the poor souls that are stuck between life and death."
Tyres, who was also depressed by the depression and irritability, sneered ironically: "I guess, I am not good enough to go anywhere."
But his heart moved.
"The curse of evil," tired Teres raised his eyes and asked:
"You mentioned this more than once."
"What do you mean?"
This time, the silver shadow man who looked down at the teenager paused for a long time.
The silver light on his body flickered.
Finally, the silver shadow people opened again:
"This group of tortured souls is not here because of their own will."
His words are full of sorrow and mercy: "On the contrary, they are bound by this vicious curse and are unable to continue the journey of death."
"Because of this curse, they cut off the cycle of life, immersed in the eternal marsh, and endured endless suffering."
Taylors stunned.
He stood up struggling and looked around.
But only to see the dark caves, the dark rock formations.
Nothing is empty.
The prince held back the sorrow of his heart, and said: "What kind of curse?"
The silver shadow man was silent for a few seconds.
When Tyres couldn’t help but urge, the silver shadow talents faced him directly, the five senses could not keep flashing in the silver light, and the words were dignified, one word and one meal:
"The curse of the Iron King."
Tyres frowned.
"Iron King?"
"I remember this legend."
The prince scratched his head: "Iron King, everyone in the North knows him, he is, he is, he seems to have built something..."
Tyres clenched his lower lip and thought hard, feeling that he was thinking back.
The silver shadow man snorted and interrupted his memories: "The King of Iron and Blood, the first human king who fought against the ancient orcs, the builder of the ‘human last line of defense.'

"Correct!"
Tyres, who felt that he was underestimated, turned red and shrugged: "I mean, yes, I know."
"The war of iron and blood, the death of the last line of defense, the invasion of the ancient orcs, the demise of the ancient kingdom of Shawen, these marks the end of the era of human obscurity and the beginning of the kings... I remember," Taylors sighed: "ah I really miss the history lesson."
But he frowned strangely:
"But what does the Iron King have to do with the curse?"
The Yinying people shook their heads, causing the surrounding rocks to tremble.
"This is a miserable old thing, cruel and sad, you don't need to know the details."
Taylor squinted dissatisfied.
The man’s facial features are lightly stunned and look like a sigh:
"Just need to know that this is the sin committed by a group of noble people."
"They embraced hope and love and tried to save the world, but they eventually made a big mistake and endless troubles."
And his next sentence, once again led Taylors slightly inhaled:
"There are even shunned by the Masters, which is considered taboo."
Tyres was a little stiff, and even breathing was a tremor.
"Mage?"
Taylor looked at the silver shadow man in front of him and began to doubt his identity again: "Is this related to them?"
The silver shadow man turned his head, and the silver mantle’s armor ran out of the waves:
"Not only related, they are the protagonists."
His voice became awkward and solemn:
"The curse of the Iron King - this is the scourge of magic, and it is the astray of the Master."
Taylors looked at him with surprise.
Yes, if this guy is an empire age, before the end of the war, then he must know the magic, know the Master...
But before he asked him, the Yinying people started to speak again.
"Because of this curse, this mistake," Yin Yingren turned to the dark cave, Shen Sheng said: "Many of the dead, no matter who is the name of the family, who belongs to them, their souls are locked before going to the prison river Dead here - black trails, unable to enter the cycle of life."
"If life is a long rope, then they will live in the knot, and they will not go back. It is the most pathetic existence."
Taylors remembered the colorful male soul, remembering the strange face he sneered at himself, could not help but tremble.
"So, they... didn't die?"
The silver shadow man shook his head and denied: "Death is not terrible. What is really terrible is that you cannot continue after you die."
"How to say?"
"Death is the double dissipation of the body and the soul," the man in the silver light lifted his palm gently, and the silver mans turned out a human figure on his hand, symbolizing the separation of soul and body for Thales: "And these souls . . . They have lost their flesh and have no body, and there is no carrier for bearing consciousness and memory."
"But they have left a soul that should be incapable of being alone because of the curse."
The words of the Yinying people became more and more dignified, and the echoes became louder and louder: "This means that in the long time, these dead souls, which are supposed to dissipate but inexplicably remain, can not create new memories, but also forget the memories of the past. It is difficult to distinguish between the self and the other, the past and the present."
"For them, the past has become illusory, the future is meaningless, neither knowing what it has been, nor knowing where to go."
He whispered a word:
"They have not been their own, but have become something else, other monsters."
The silver shadow man stopped to explain and looked straight at Tells, seeming to point him to a positive response.
With unbelievable eyes, Thales diligently digests the knowledge of these gods and ghosts.
but……
Please.
This, this is not scientific...
"It doesn't seem to be very good," said Tyres, daring his head, forcing the questioning of the details and the spit on the brain of the silver shadow man:
"So, the amount, this curse, these dead souls... just keep going forever? Not because of the exhaustion of electricity..."
The silver shadow man slammed him.
"This is the worse part," the man said calmly but earnestly: "These souls are stuck between the time of life and the time of death, and they are connected to the living, and they are connected to the deceased. They are influenced by both sides and can also be countered. Come over and influence both sides."
Taylors thought of the "haunted" incident on his way, and his brows became tighter and tighter.
"For example, not long ago, countless deaths occurred on the ground - a new round of demise and despair, a new round of greed and madness, a new round of hatred and perseverance, all of which profoundly affected these in the black trail. The soul of the dead." The silver shadow man put away his palm and silently said.
Tyres first thought about it, then raised his brow.
what?

The countless deaths?

The boy asked if he was unclear: "I don't understand, here... here is the interior of the cliff of the sky, the underground rock formation of Longyan City."
Tyres shook his head: "What is 'countless' on the ground..."
But he gave birth to a glimpse of his own words that he was about to blurt out.
Taylors floated past a ruined neighborhood, flashing the face of Grivo and Kezi.
He remembered something and widened his eyes quite a bit.
No way?
That means……
"Wait, ‘not long ago?? I think I know...

With a look of stunned and shocked expression, Thales subconsciously whispered: " Six years ago, the disaster came to Longyan City..."
"The shield is destroyed, there... yes, countless... death."
He said this sentence bluntly.
With his words, Thales noticed that the light on the silver shadow people flashed rapidly.
The surroundings are still dim, because the silver light is inconspicuously flashing, and the cave suddenly looks a lot strange.
After a long time, the silver shadow talents reopened.
"Is it."
The glory of the silver shadow man is somewhat bleak and seems to indicate his mood:
"This kind of thing happened before - war, famine, plague, disaster, the pain of the living, injecting new nutrients into the souls, not only let them not dissipate, but also to grow themselves in the boundless darkness, become the most Poor and most hateful deformity, continuing to drift in this cage."
"At the same time, the terrible curse has also been strengthened, the cycle is perpetuated, the souls are more closely bound, unable to extricate themselves, and even dependent on each other until now," the man gently shook his head:
"It is difficult to move forward, not to be free, and cannot be surpassed."
Tyres leaned heavily on the rock wall behind him and sighed long.
"Influencing both the life and the death, it can last forever..."
"It sounds really bad."
The silver shadow man gripped his arm very humanized and leaned on the rock wall as skillfully as he did.
This action seems to be a lot of kindness - no longer the tall, inhumane ghost.
"For thousands of years, in the face of the curse of the Iron King, around this mistake, the three magic towers have tried their best, and countless Masters have been in succession."
Tyres heard familiar terms and quickly raised his ears.
The silver shadow man seems to be groaning. He gently shakes his silver head, and the dark facial features move slightly: "But every time, they try to study and reveal secrets, try to make up and correct, but just push this terrible mistake. The more serious abyss produce even more terrible consequences."
His voice sank to the bottom:
"And even bring the end of the world."
Tyres heard it one by one.
In the face of this strange silver shadow man, he shook his head decisively: "The end of the world? I don't understand."
"Is it... so serious?"
The silver shadow people snorted.
He slowly turned to the teenager, and the dark eyes seemed to gather unspeakable power, which made Taylor's heart sink.
"You are still too young, comet."
"You never knew," the silver film faintly said: "I was not told, and I didn't notice it."
"You are not ready to face your mission."
Tyres frowned: "What?"
The voice of the Yinying people is gently mentioned, and the visible ripples in the light are like a chuckle.
But the next moment, he immediately sank the loose black facial features.
On the man's body, the silver mang is once again gathered together, and it is bright!
The silver shadow man left the rock wall, lowered his arms and silently looked at a corner of the cave.
"What's wrong?" Tyres, who felt uncomfortable, quickly stood up and asked with vigilance.
The silver shadow people are very simple:
"They are coming."
In a word, let Tyre's nerves tighten.
With the silver shadow people, a chill of cold hits the back of Tyres.
He looked up nervously and looked around the rock wall around him, and soon found out that it was wrong.
I saw a black mist visible to the naked eye, oozing from the surrounding rock walls, contaminating this narrow cave, and every time the black mist oozes, the range of the silver shadows shines a little.
It is like a worm that devours light.
Taylor's scalp looked at the black fog more and more, subconsciously shrinking backwards.
He has seen this kind of fog.
Just now.
"This is the entity of the curse." The silver shadow man reminded him coldly:
"Don't touch them."
Tyres frowned: "Amount...a good idea."
Soon, a dry and rotten face, a strangely colored arm from the rock wall, from the most densely populated areas.
Tyres clenched his teeth: As the light weakened, he couldn't see the dead souls in the distance, but the teenager never dared to provoke the sin of the prison river, for fear of attracting another round of scourge.
"But you just, didn't you drive them all away?" He wisely approached the silver shadow man, even though the latter had just killed him.
The silver shadow man held his fists and the light was strong.
"For thousands of years, the curse of terror has brought together countless terrible souls." Although the tone of the silver shadow man is serious, there is not much volatility, like it is commonplace:
"Most of them are dying with history, but there are still a few catastrophes that have escaped time, leaving a lot of reason and very special."
"Strong, terrible, difficult."
"Yes, I can even make a move with me."
The silver shadow man turned his head and looked at one of the deepest corners:
"Like this."
Following the "eyes" of the silver shadow man, Taylor looked at the corner and suddenly looked white.
A face appeared on the rock wall.
It is it.
It is it again.
It opened the withered lips again, trembled with rust-colored teeth, emerging from the rock wall.
Still the ancient armor, the complicated hair, the pale eyes, still the body that is clearly in the dark, but still vivid.
It is the first soul to appear.
The most special soul of the dead.
Also...
Tyres secretly said: It is also the murderer who killed Kez.
Compared with other similar people who dare to climb the rock wall and dare not be too close to the silver mansions, this special dead soul exudes an endless curse of black fog, completely out of the rock wall and floating in the air.
Floating towards the center of silver light.
Tyre nerves are tight!
The soul of the dead raised his head, and the pale eyes made a faint green light and looked at them.
Tyres clenched his lower lip and grabbed the dagger at his waist.
Although he does not know if it is useful.
However, this time, this special soul has looked at the silver shadow man.
The ancient imperial language, which has become familiar with strangers, revived in the ear of Taylors with a deep and deep scent:
【you……】
【you again. 】
[Northern people. 】
Northern people...
Tyres looked at the silver shadow man around him curiously and re-raised his guess.
The dead muscles of the dead soul trembled a little, shaking their heads, this humanized movement, just like in its memories.
[Why don't you give up? 】
[Why not join us? 】
[Why resist? 】
The silver shadow man shook his head, and the silver light on his body focused, and the range that could be photographed was reduced a lot, but it was even more dazzling.
Dispelled a few black mists that are about to be close to this side.
"General Linka."
The man in silver light has a relaxed attitude, but skillfully uses the ancient imperial language: "You used to be a great warrior, a powerful opponent, and a brutal executioner."
"But at that time, you were at least personal."
"And now, the curse has affected most of your mind," the silver shadow man said coldly: "You have not been yourself."
"sad."
Tyres widened his eyes and looked at the soul of the color, and looked at the silver shadow man.
Between them...
The soul of General Linka opened his terrible teeth and snorted.
[Northern people. 】
[You rely on the power of the spirit of the gods, persist to the present...]
[But the power of this curse is far beyond your imagination. 】
The cold laughter of the dead soul came, and the black mist lingered around his armor, but did not obscure the color and decoration.
It is getting darker and darker.
Like the inner chamber that is about to turn off the lights.
[Northern people, you even maintain your own wisdom... are very stubborn, and you still want to continue to suppress us? 】
[You can't keep going forever, I can feel it - your power, no, the power that the gives you, is decaying. 】
The silver shadow man snorted and did not speak.
Excessive spirit?
attenuation?
In the dim sight, Tells glanced at the horrible appearance of the dead soul, and could not help but numb the scalp.
He glanced at the silver shadow man again, and silently prayed - no matter what the latter is, God or devil, I hope this silver is still strong.
The ancient imperial language of the dead soul continues to ring:
[You can't suppress us forever, suppress this curse. 】
[You are just a dead person, you can't be new for a long time. 】
[You can't hold on. 】
The white eyes of the dead soul permeate the unspeakable light:
[But we...we will never die, and the curse will never end. 】
[The war on the ground has not ended, death and blood are new every day, and our nourishment is endless...]
[One day, you will join us and join us...]
[Become a eternal existence. 】
Like in response, the other dead souls around have opened their mouths and made a cold roar.
The sound echoed in the cave, and the strange black mist and the dim light made Tyre feel chilling.
"Your greatest sorrow, Lord General," the silver shadow man turned his head and moved to the wrist joint of silver light, which looked like a hooligan who was about to join the fight: "I often forget that I have already died."
Tyres has a feeling: if the silver light on his body indicates the extraordinaryness of this person, the silver shadow person is no different from ordinary people.
Tyres coughed and tried to join the conversation with the ancient imperial language: "You... know each other?"
"of course."
"The ultimate empire of the 14th Army will be," the man's dark mouth slowly expanded, just like sneer: "Kane Kamur Linka."

People are called ‘snow butchers’.

Tyres looked incredulously at the opposite soul, staring at his horrible respect.
Finally...the empire?
So what is this general, what should be dead... How many years have you been?
"I remember his name, his title, his deeds,"
The silver shadow people looked far away from the dead soul in midair, and the words were dignified: "More than I remember my past."
[H, ha, ha, ha, ha. 】
The soul of death - Kane Kamor opened his scary dry lips and laughed in the black fog of the curse.
[one to each other. 】
[One day, we will return to this world and recreate the great glory of the past. 】
[And you, the Northlanders who are self-reliant, you will eventually fail. 】
The silver shadow man looked at the other side coldly, and did not move.
[You will eventually... fail. 】
At the same time, with endless hatred and resentment, countless souls on the rock wall have opened their mouths, and they have issued a deafening cold cry: [ah ah ah ah ah ah]
Tyres is tight, and the subconscious will cover his ears!
The Yinying people stood up in the same place without fear, and even stepped forward to block the shape of Tells.
I saw that the black fog of Kane Kamuer’s body grew abruptly, covering countless silver light and covering the entire cave.
[You will eventually fail. 】
The next second, with an endless black mist, the imperial general who passed away for many years, the dry and rotten face of Kane Kamur, has come to their eyes in an instant!
Taylors was shocked!
His eyes were darkened.
The roaring general of the dead soul rushed to the silver shadow man.
The boy immediately became darker and darker, until he could not see the surroundings again.
In the dim caves, the tragic screams of the dead souls are in the ears, and Taylor can't help but panic.
Among them, the empire generals whispered back and forth, chilling: [You will eventually fail...]
The next moment, the black mist completely covered the silver shadow people.
One inch does not leak, not a bit.
The last glimmer of light finally disappeared into the eyes of Taylors.
Only stay dark.
And the whispers of the general: [A...........................]
[You will eventually...]
【failure. 】
I don't know why it suddenly became even more, and suddenly it was eight thousand words.
I suspect that when I was sleeping last night, I was secretly smashed by aliens. The real sword-free is being sliced ​​on an alien flying saucer.
(End of this chapter)