Vol 2 Chapter 350: War of the dead

Chapter 350 The War of the Dead
At this time -
"Boom!"
Another landslide-like vibration came faintly from another direction!
Tyres was amazed and heard a few strange voices:
[Sada, Locksada! 】
[Saier, Xaar, Celtic! 】
In the next moment, in the top of the rock wall, there are a few dead souls that are equally dead, horrible, and shrouded in dark fog, but in shape and appearance!
These dead souls are also surrounded by black mist, but most of them are huge, muscles are knotted, and the style of clothing is not like the empire or the North.
Their eyes are also pale, but the nose is taller, the teeth are sharper, and the rotten and dry skin looks pale and horrible.
However, the amazing thing happened.
Those dying souls... those new eccentric souls, they are facing the souls of the dead, Kane Kamor, and its companions, in a language that Tyres can't understand:
[Cluj...Sail...Sail...]
This situation appears in every corner of the cave. Almost every new soul that goes up and down to the "battlefield" - often a special form of dead soul, sends the same horror to the souls of the Kane Kamor side. Shocked.
Black mist is constantly spreading in the air, and the souls of new arrivals are gradually increasing.
Taylor looked at the sight in front of him with amazement.
"Enough," the silver shadow man let go of the shoulders of Tyres, faintly said:
"Stop it."
The silver light on his body turned into a barrier-like thing, covering both people.
"It's coming."
Finally, a low-pitched, low-pitched sound almost rang from every corner, causing resonance around the rock formations.
[Cluj...]
[Skarna, Nadalelis...]
The low squat continues, a huge, decaying arm full of human thighs, slowly emerging from the top of the rock wall, climbing the rock formation of this side.
With the gradual strengthening of the low voice, the owner of the arm slowly pulled the whole body out of the rock wall, and its huge body even occupied most of the entire rock wall until it lifted the same huge head in the pale eyes. Kneeling, open the black giant mouth.
Tyres widened his eyes.
A different kind of difference from the sad deceased he has seen so far, appeared in front of Teres.
This is also a soul of death - Tyres uneasily tells himself.
It was a giant soul that was physically strong and almost three people in size.
It is floating in the black fog of the curse, the face is weird, not at all normal proportions - the white eyes are small, the nostrils are everted, a terrible knife crosses half of the face, and even cuts half of the lips, it looks like it The teeth are extremely convex, making it even more terrifying when it is paralyzed.
And it is surrounded by a few laps of animal teeth decoration, under the support of decaying and withered limbs, screaming at the madness of the cave:
[Nadalellis! 】
Its cockroaches seem to have shaken all the souls of this cave!
The souls of the two men who had been besieging Taylors in the caves turned around, as if they had given up the stars and the silver shadows.
They illuminate the black misty claws against the ever-increasing new soul, and respond with a screaming scream: [Ah, ah, ah, ah, kill, kill, kill! 】
Although the new alien souls are inferior in number, they are more excited and furiously responsive to the provocation of the other under the leadership of the giant leader. There are several special dead souls and even their own gray and decaying The upper arm slammed against the chest, and the scream once overshadowed each other:
[Saier, Xaar, Nada Relais -]
The most special soul of the deceased, General Kane Kamur Linka, turned his head and turned his head, staring at the new, dead soul, without seeing it, and the white eyes oozing a strong emotion.
[Hybrid...] There is an inexplicable hate in its ancient imperial language: [Hybrid-]
The next second, the opposite of it, the three-sized, horrible giant soul is distorted with the same expression, and it’s a deafening noise: [Saier-]
When the voice fell, it actually swayed the strong limbs and swooped from above to Kane Kamor!
The black fog of Kane Kamor is trembled, and it greets the new rivals one step at a time!
[Come on - ice hybrid! 】
More than two leaders - more and more new souls rushed from the rock above, invaded this narrow place, and flew straight into the old souls of Kane Kamur in midair.
The new killing began.
Thales watched as a huge new dead soul from top to bottom, screaming, rushing to the soul of an old man, madly biting its neck!
The soul of the old man is painfully groaning with unclear words: [ah ah ah-]
A black mist suddenly spread from its wounds.
But the victim immediately beaten the other side and stabbed it into his chest!
It uses all means of teeth and hands and feet to reduce the existence of each other.
The new souls of the dead are like crazy, and they don't keep their hands, and the souls of the Kaen Kamur side don't hesitate to rush up, and fight back!
The whole cave was suddenly chaotic!
this is……
Tyres looked at the scene of the deadly souls, and suddenly realized that the "Sail" of the new souls was very familiar.
After a second, he recalled the relevant content.
In the military history class of the Northern aristocrats, there is a must-learning language - the orc language, especially the military order.
And "Sail", that is, that is - Tyres incredulously looks at the unspeakable, but horrible new souls - that is one of the military offensive orders of the glacier orcs, meaning:
Kill, kill, kill.
Or more direct and cruel "do not leave alive."
and so……
The sin of the prison river in Thales slowly faded, and he continued to stare at the frenzied killing of the two dead souls in the cave.
"You are not... You are not going to take me as a bait, take them away, and run your own way?" Tyres, who felt like he had escaped, asked the people next to him in amazement.
The silver shadow man turned his head to one side and seemed to disdain to answer.
And the group of fun silver mans naughty out from the top of the silver shadow people, jumping to form a few words:
[prank, bad taste]
At the time of Tellston, his face was black.
The existence of the new souls of the dead makes the cave more dark, but for a time, there is no soul to pay attention to this little corner.
"Okay, but... what is that?" Taylors quickly forgot his unhappiness, pointing to the new, dead soul that the new general had forgotten.
"It is also the soul of the soul under the curse," Silver Shadowman answered him with a happy answer:
"It's just another."
"The soul is tough, the will is terrible, and even more difficult than our General Linka after being cursed and imprisoned."
Tyres eagerly turned his head: "But why are they..."
Silver Shadow nodded.
"You know, there is a very interesting thing," the voice of the other party seemed a little leisurely at the moment: "Under this terrible curse, these souls are still difficult to divide, even though they are awkward."
"Some of the deepest emotions and obsessions, not only can't be forgotten, but grow stronger and more deformed - have left the memory and the situation, leaving feelings and instinct.
"For example..." The silver shadow man smothered the chaos.
Thales carefully observed the new dead souls that describe the strangeness, and suddenly realized something.

Let me introduce,
Yin Yingren pointed at the giant soul that was decorated around the beast.
"Lossada Dark Ray."
"And its hundreds of thousands of orc partners."
Tyres thought.
"Dark Ray? Orc?"
The silver shadow man once again beheaded.
"Listen to a dead person, it is a certain emirate of the Dark Lei tribe."
"It was also one of the glacier orcs that raged southward after the collapse of the ancient empire, and the culprit in the hundreds of looting blood cases in the northern provinces of the year." The silver shadow man was silent for a while and continued: "until it died in the north Before the ambush between the man and the mountain elves, people used to call it "the hammer of the plunder."
Hammer of the Storm.
Tyres looked far away at the orc soul, named Locka, looking at the beast-like bite of the battle and the ruthless General Linka, thoughtful.
"You remember the enemy, but it is easier than remembering yourself."
The silver shadow man sneered.
"That's why I was in danger. I can still stand here and watch with you leisurely, and they can only be there, no brains, and kill each other."
The silver shadow man turned and lifted his index finger against Tyres:
"Use all means to divide and weaken your enemy - this is war."
Tyres frowned, and he found that Silver Mang began to jump on the top of the silver shadow man:
[Be strange. 】
"The first day I opened my eyes here, I was looking for ways to check and balance them and suppress these dead souls." The silver shadow man shook his head slightly: "There is one of the results."
Silver Mang continues to beat, this time, it shows extra words:
[Nothing. 】
[On the first day, I was obviously beaten and beaten. 】
[Pretending to be a female soul, only to escape. 】
Tyres took his gaze back from the silver characters and looked at the silver-shadowed man with a high-profile look.
Is it……
Pretending to be...
Keke.
Taylors tried to take back the boring thoughts and turned his attention to the front: the two souls that wrestled together flew over them one meter away, and in the painful howl, they all turned into black fog.
"It’s ironic, it’s a post-mortem world..."
He looked at the hotter killing in front of his eyes and sighed: "The struggle and the conflict have not disappeared."
"Even if it is the soul of the curse," Tells looked at a fierce human soul and bit the half of the face of another orc, and shook his head: "between the soul and the soul of the dead..."
"They are still invincible."

Repeating the hatred and pain before life.

"It is just a war that turns the world into a war of the dead."
This time, the Yin Ying people did not speak.
He focused on the court as if it were the most exciting performance.
"We should go - before the mountain elves come to the battle." A few seconds later, he faint.
Tyres moves: "Elves? Is there still the soul of the elves?"
"Yeah, compared with humans and orcs," the silver-shadowed man snorted: "The souls of the long-ears are more special and more troublesome--I am not very good at dealing with them."
Silver mans appear automatically on top of his head, combined into a sentence:
[Because he pretended to be their female leader. 】
[Also recognized. 】
Thales once again looked at the horrible look of the great man who had died for a long time. The latter held their arms and arms to the battlefield. They were heroic and heroic. They were like heroes in mythology.
The eyes of the teenager made the silver shadow of a generation of British masters feel uneasy:
"what happened?"
"Nothing," Taylors took his gaze back from his head and shook his head if nothing happened:
"Even the elves don't let go..."
"Yeah, this curse is quite fair," the silver-shadowed man, then nodded slightly, seemingly sighing:
"At least it never racially discriminates."
I am not talking about curses.
Tyres picked an eyebrow.
The words of Yin Yingren continue:
"And we really should go."
The next second, the silver shadow man suddenly grabbed the left arm of Tells and pulled him back!
Taylor was shocked and fell back after he couldn't wait!
He lamented the unlucky one, and was preparing to usher in the impact of the back of the head and the rock wall, but he only heard the looming shock behind him, and felt that he was being dragged all the way, and the dead souls who were inexhaustible in front of him changed in the field of vision. The smaller.
After about a dozen seconds, finally, Taylor’s arm was loose and he was let go.
Tyres climbed from the ground and found himself stepping on a new place.
Despite the "lighting" of the silver shadow people, the so-called "new place" is just another rock under the foot.
When Taylors looked up, he was surprised to see that the two rock walls in front of him were slowly closing, and the dead souls of the dead were closed at the other end and disappeared from sight.
He blinked several times.
Just now, the silver shadow man took him... through the rock wall?
What is this power?
Everything I have seen in these few hours, the soul of death, the shadow of silver, the curse... No matter which one, it is far beyond his imagination.
In the faint rumbling sound, the rock walls are tightly stitched together, as if the middle never cracked even a slit.
"Go," Silver Shadowman slowly said:
"You should go."
"Go back to the world you really belong to."
I can see that God's Teres has come back.
The prince swallowed a sip: "Oh, yes."
Yes.
I should……
I should be going.
There are still many people... waiting for me.
Tyres took a few deep breaths and remembered the way ahead.
"If I still, can I go?" He hesitated to look at the silver shadow man.
"As long as you think." Silver Shadow nodded flatly.
The rock formation began to vibrate again.
"And after today, I will block all possible entrances and exits here," the silver shadow man shook his head slowly in the vibration of the rock formation. The words were dull and sad: "The black trail will cut off the thoroughfare."
"No one is here, can enter safely."
"No one will ever go into the wrong way."
"No one will ever see this sorrow."
"You will be the last person."
The light on the silver shadow man was so bright that he looked at the dark cave in front and silently.
Tyres was in the heart.
But he looked at the other side and looked at the dark features, but he couldn't speak.
"And you, comet, you have to keep this secret in your heart, or simply forget everything here."
Taylors said: "What?"
"In order to avoid more trouble," Yin Yingren shook his head:
"It is important to know that not all people who come to the curse are trying to eliminate and solve it."
It took Teres three seconds to understand "bigger trouble" and raised his head in confusion:
"The so-called "curse of the Iron King", these souls... They will continue to do this, buried deep inside the Black Trail, under the Dragon City?"
Yin Yingren keenly asked:
"what do you mean?"
When Tyres recalled the grim faces that appeared on the cascading, it suddenly turned aback.
"It may be a good way to close the black trail, so that the above people are no longer coming down, but the general said," he worried. "They will have one day..."
Taylors glanced at the silver shadow man, which whispered: "To return..."
The silver shadow people did not answer.
"Don't forget the dragons - your Aaron Fort," Tyres looked at him, hesitating: "The place above us is home to thousands of people, even the whole living world."
The silver shadow man slowly looked up and looked back at him.
"Strong as you, it seems to be very jealous of this curse," Teres asked with a worried look: "And if the curse continues to strengthen, these souls will one day..."
"Is it on the ground?"
(End of this chapter)