"Lord Wanderer, are there bad guys coming?"

After taking a bath by the river, the sky turned dark. Xiao Shuihua, who was holding the coral staff, sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his voice, looking worriedly at the man who was silently wiping his gun.

Every time a man does this, it means danger is coming, and life on land is far more dangerous than she imagined.

For the little splash that walked out of the Sea of ​​Conquerors, apart from the various interesting experiences on land, the most impressive thing along the way was the various and endless malice, which was protected by Lester all the way.

With that, the little splash also deepens the trust in men.

Different from being at a loss at the beginning, after growing up, Xiao Shuihua has been able to face these terrible things independently. He is still unable to kill, but he can still bravely drive away the enemies with magic.

"After all, this is a place outside the law, and trouble is inevitable. For some people, they won't understand what pain is without shedding some blood."

Leaning the cold iron spear against the wall, Lester picked up the sharp enchanted orichalcum mechanical bow produced by the Emerald Territory War Workshop, and sorted out the quivers and arrow clusters that matched the mechanical bow.

Enough time would allow him to learn a lot of things, such as how to use a special magic steel mechanical bow to shoot three deadly arrows in one second.

"It's just a small role. You can sleep peacefully and I will take care of it soon."

"Lord Wanderer, please be careful and come back safely. I'll wait for you here."

He came to the bedside and kissed Xiao Shuihua lightly, and Lester squeezed the prostitute's hand.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Thirty minutes later, Xiao Shuihua's eyes widened in alarm, and Jiaonu was hiding in the corner holding her staff, ready to cast spells to repel the intruders, but she saw a man she was very familiar with walking in.

Putting down the mechanical bow, Lester smiled softly.

"If those people are not stupid, they should be able to calm down for some time."

"Then, um, shall we continue to sleep?"

"What do you think? Little fool."

…

In the eastern sea of ​​the Shurima continent, the large islands across the Sea of ​​Conquerors have long been reduced to shipwreck graves and forbidden areas of life.

Blessed Light Island, which once held the water of life, became a paradise for the dead under the influence of the ruined curse. The souls who are not reincarnated will be tortured in the black mist forever.

Demons, cult acolytes, ghosts, ghosts and evil spirits can be seen everywhere. The soul-devouring black mist lingers on the Shadow Island. In this desolate and silent tomb area, there is a Yoder sitting listlessly with his head hanging down.

On the tombstone, the two little legs look like a dying frog caught by an old farmer.

Feeling the negative emotions emanating from the creature sitting on his head, Tombstone felt a sense of despair, wishing he could become a dead Tombstone.

The yordles have gray-purple skin that is unique to the yordles. The big fluffy rabbit ears hang down on the side of the head, making the yordles look like the most exquisite plush dolls. The deep purple indifferent eyes hate everything in front of them.

The small black nose and frowning brows fully reflect the gloomy temperament of the yordle. A wide black cloak from the city of yordle covers the yordle's small body, making the yordle lower his head.

His face could not be seen at all, let alone his short arms that were always hanging down beside his body, unable to stretch out his long sleeves.

The name 'Hestrina' can be vaguely seen on the carved mark on the tombstone. What is surprising is that the shadow of a yordle with a pair of eyes and a mouth, like a splash-ink painting, is twisting its body.

, trying hard to wipe the dirt on the tombstone.

"That's enough, that's enough. Just stay dirty if you're dirty. Anyway, I've sat there many times. Now I just want to be quiet. Be quiet, you know? Just don't make any noise, otherwise I will go crazy, ah

, I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to code, just do whatever you want.”

Shrugging, the yordle's shadow gave up on wiping the tombstone and returned to the ground with his hands on his hips to do his job. This made the slumped yordle's face look much better.

Despair smoothly turned into world-weariness.

"Woooooo~~~"

Unable to bear this terrible despair any longer, a dark green female ghost floated out from the tombstone, covering her face and crying loudly. The tears turned into dots of green light and shone in front of the yordle. The ghost's terrifying and ferocious face looked like

He doesn't have the slightest nostalgia for the human world, and is obviously tortured by the yordles.

"Okay, okay, this is your territory, I'll leave right now, wait, why am I talking to a ghost?"

Jumping down from the tombstone, the yordle walked away from the irritating cry with small steps.

"Ah, it's so troublesome, Black Shadow, you can carry me away, anywhere, as long as you don't get discovered by Uncle Milty. I've really had enough of Uncle Milty's giggles and tears. Yodel's spirit has always been so stupid.

?"

Arriving at the entrance of the tomb area, the yordle sat down on his shadow. The shadow opened its eyes and diligently lifted the yordle and floated in a certain direction.

Along the way, the Soul Caller, Soul Eater, Fox Spirit, Candlelighter and Ghost stood there in a daze. The ghost of Shadow Island felt the same aura as a dark shadow flashed by, and was sure it was him.

Behind the people, the dangerous evil spirits hidden in the black mist turned their eyes away and made way for their island members. Generally speaking, unless they are particularly dangerous evil spirits, they will not take the initiative to attack or attack.

Disturbing other creatures on the Shadow Island is what the yordles like here.

Leaving the tomb area and walking along the street, I don't know how long they walked. The Yodels saw a huge dark green building. The overall look was like something surrounded by several large square tombstones. There was a gloomy atmosphere here.

It made her very comfortable, but there seemed to be a big clumsy guy at the door.

"Go there."

The shadow was a little confused, pointed at the prison-like building with a dark finger, and scratched his head.

"right."

After saying two sentences, the yordle closed his eyes tiredly and began to doze off.

Without being able to see the master, the black shadow nodded vigorously, accelerated its movement and floated towards the prison.

At the door of the Nether Prison, the Destroyer, who was four meters tall and as strong as a little giant, was guarding the door with a ferocious decapitation axe. Seeing an unknown creature attacking quickly, the Destroyer roared, and the soul fire surged and burned.

The gatekeeper raised his beheading ax high,

The black shadow disappeared in a flash, and the Destroyer was stunned for a moment, looking blankly in front of the empty space. There was no unknown creature.

After rubbing the burning eyes of the soul, the cruel big man once again confirmed that there was nothing, and then gently lowered the axe. In self-satisfaction, he continued to wait to kill any creature that broke into the prison. This was the order of the warden.

He must do his best.

Deep in the Nether Prison, the tireless Scribe of the Dead is crawling in front of the stone eucalyptus, recording the origins of various collections of treasures for his master. Years of fear and writing work have allowed the Scribe of the Dead to retain the fearful appearance of the skull, as if it were alive.

The murder mask in Scream looks a bit funny.

In order to use the soul bone pen with black magic added, the scribe's finger bones were unusually thick, and his lower body floated in the air like the genie in Aladdin's lamp. The scribe wrote furiously in the magic scroll.

As a soul that escaped from the sea of ​​suffering in the lantern prison, the scribe has already forgotten everything in the long years of soul torture. The only remaining part is how to wield the pen, or how to please and fear the master.

"Talala~Talala~"

The soul-enchanting chain streaked across the cold and gorgeous Hylian floor tiles, and the deadly scythe shone with a dark green edge.

Under the erosion of black mist and death, even the white and holy jade-like floor tiles have turned into a dark green color that is terrifying to all living things.

At the other end of the chain is a tower-shaped soul-locking lantern. Green light spots that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye flicker with the swinging lantern. If you listen carefully, you seem to be able to hear the tragic songs of the soul.

The owner of the lantern is a skeleton burning in the soul flame. He wears a ferocious black iron jailer armor to protect the body's skeleton. The exposed skull is twisted and has three upside-down curved bone spurs like devil's horns, blazing.

The burning soul flame never stops, and the skeleton's mouth always wears a cruel and evil smile of satisfaction.

"My dear scribe, it's time to tell you about my latest collection, are you ready?"

It was clearly in the state of a skeleton, but it emitted the feminine voice of a human male.

The warden swung the lantern in his hand, and a green light point floated out from the lantern, surrounding the skeleton.

Nodding tremblingly, the look of fear on the ghost scribe's face became even worse. He did not dare to neglect for a moment. The fear coming from the depths of his soul made the scribe's soul fire teeter on the edge and was almost extinguished.

Nodding with satisfaction, the warden of the Netherworld Prison gently pinched the green light spot, like pinching an ant that had been playing with it for a long time.

Seeing the warden's eyes turn away from him, the scribe finally felt a sense of illusory security.

The lantern swayed, and amid the clang of the iron chains, the warden began the story he created himself.

"My friend, allow me to tell you the story of Wallas.

It was a very clear morning. Farmer Wallas was working hard in the fields. A piece of black mist hidden in the ghost ship discovered him. After approaching the shore, it changed his fate and gave him a fortune.

A more perfect ending than the original destiny.

Just like those ignorant cultivators in Hylia, he has a perfect family. His father and mother have given him care and love since he was a child. His two brothers and one sister have a close relationship. Brother and friend are respectful to each other, mother is kind and son is filial.

A humble farmer has a beautiful and loyal wife, an excellent son and a beautiful and lovely daughter. He has a beautiful countryside that is not disturbed by any disasters or wars. He is as beautiful as...the most perfect

fairy tale~

My friend, there is always a considerate devil in fairy tales who brings changes to the protagonist's life. The same should be true for Wallas's life. Since there is no devil to choose him, I can only choose him. Less

How can the devil become the protagonist of the story?"

After pausing in the magic book, the scribe trembled at the soft voice of the warden.

"Everything started when he returned home early. Wallas discovered that his wife was not at home. In the messy home, only his youngest son and daughter were tied together. Looking at the children with frightened expressions, our protagonist

Wallas understood instantly...his wife was kidnapped by others, oh, this is really a sad story, bad people always like to find women and children."

"The beautiful woman who was looking forward to her husband's return at home and diligently preparing dinner for her husband and children fell into the hands of the most notorious bandit... Don't look at me like that, my friend, I just used some means to...

I just showed the way for those bandits, and all this is done by despicable human nature... My friend, pick up your pen, because the story will continue, and although we all have a lot of time, we cannot waste it like this."

With a 'bang' sound, the bone pen fell to the ground, and the clerk quickly picked it up again. After seeing that the excited warden was not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wolas was so angry that his face was livid and his eyes were on fire. After untying the child, the man picked up the wood-cutting ax at home and followed his son's instructions to a place, which was the coast. He thought
To be continued...