On the wall facing Roland, the torso of a young man dressed as a wizard was embedded in the wall. His hands and feet were stretched out and struggling, his throat was buried by the wall, and only his mouth and nose were exposed to the air.
At approximately the position of the heart, a cracked and ancient Karal sword was inserted horizontally into the wall. As his hands and feet struggled weakly, streams of blood spurted out from the gaps in the blade like a fountain.
Directly above Roland were some wizards stuck upside down in the wall.
They were hanging upside down, their heads were congested with blood, and the whites of their eyes turned completely blood red. Their torsos were stuck tightly to the ceiling, falling slowly due to gravity, revealing their skinned and bloody muscles.
On the walls on both sides, there are some witches with their limbs chopped off.
Their bodies were hung upside down from the ceiling, swinging randomly like pendulums, breathing heavily, and making sharp, miserable, or crazy laughter and cries.
Their slender and graceful limbs seemed to grow from the cracks in the wall, scratching aimlessly in the air, tearing off pieces of meat from their companions from time to time, and then feeding them into the cracks.
The heads on the ceiling let out shrill howls, and saliva like dirty blood dripped from the sky. There was snow on the walls everywhere. The slender white limbs seemed to feel the breath of strangers, and the frequency of dancing suddenly increased several times faster.
Cries, laughter, howls, moans and groans were mixed together. Just by turning a corner, this place had transformed into a terrifying alien world.
These are the dead. Bantha wizards who were tortured to death by crazy fools.
In the last battle, the druids defeated Bantha's wizard group and captured more than a thousand prisoners.
But they made a mistake - giving these prisoners to people who had already tasted blood in the war.
After the war, the people of Karar, who went crazy with desire, hatred, and fear, vented all their sorrow, fear, anger, and long-accumulated desires gained during the war on these wizards.
Burying alive, cutting off limbs, skinning, playing with and causing death - after having tasted the smell of blood, these mad dogs did far more than the druids expected. Compared with these, Kalal later
The popular executions of witches were nothing short of merciful.
They never thought that crazy humans were more terrifying than crazy animals. When they realized that their seemingly benevolent decision had actually made an irreparable mistake, only more than a hundred of these wizards were dead.
People.
It was from then on that evil gods such as the Lord of Violence successively set their sights on Karar.
Fortunately, the three sages reacted quickly enough. They immediately blocked the news, hanged the craziest people and cultists together with the wizards in the pyroxene forest, and then used their corpses as materials to summon the towering giant.
The tree was destroyed and all traces of corpses were destroyed, so that it did not attract the judgment from the White Tower and other gods.
But the wizards who were tortured and killed were so tortured that they could no longer sleep forever.
Under the subtle influence of dusk, they kept replaying the scene before their death in a manner similar to resentful ghosts. Over a long period of time, the overflowing resentment completely changed the surrounding environment, completely destroying the caves where the mobs tortured wizards.
Alienated into a different world more terrifying than hell.
"Stupidity is the original sin." Roland felt the viscera-like touch on the soles of his feet and sighed deeply.
"Speaking of which, this is indeed the real world... but it has not been harmonized."
Roland stood calmly in the middle of the main hall, looking at the wizard who was nailed to death with a sword on the wall facing him with only his limbs exposed, and sighed with some nostalgia.
The perception of more than ten points brought him feelings he had never experienced before.
Just by standing here, Roland could hear the whispers, those curses, those longings, those prayers of the wizards before they died——
Even though Claudia's time was running out, Roland still stood quietly for half a minute, listening carefully to the cries of these innocent souls, trying to distinguish every word from them.
Finally, Roland suddenly realized.
——They pray for eternal rest.
It's not hatred. It's not commemoration. It's like a patient who has been dying for several years, just asking for happiness.
When Roland heard their words clearly, Roland's heart was suddenly stabbed and his spine felt chilly.
For the first time since coming to the world of Farns, he realized that these NPCs were real, tangible beings with souls.
Their crying and their laughter are not due to set procedures, but from their hearts.
Well, I have done some things before...
Roland's eyes wavered violently, but after just one breath, he stabilized again, even more firmly than before.
"Don't be ridiculous..." Roland murmured, his right hand holding the Blue Fang creaking. The dagger trembled in its sheath.
If you lose the courage to kill just because these people are real people, then what is the difference between Roland himself and those scum who only dare to scream online?
So, what do those people who died at Roland's hands before count?
"The tears have already been shed in the City of Fortune," Roland said slowly in a voice that was almost narrating in his sleep, "I will never regret it. I will never regret it."
Roland closed his eyes and then opened them again, the last trace of black finally faded from his pupils.
Pure silvery gray flowed in his eyes like mercury.
Cold and ruthless.
Light gray spots of light continued to appear around Roland, and the professional characteristic that had not been obtained for a long time finally appeared at this moment.
[You have obtained the characteristic mourning chant]
[The Ever-Sleeping Master has given you a new divine baptismal chant]
Chant of Death (Professional Feature)
Effect: Creatures killed once by your chant no longer have immortality in the direction of the soul.
——I, the judge, swear here to grant mercy to this soul.
Feeling the chant words that suddenly emerged in his mind, Roland took a deep breath, walked forward quickly, and held the broken Kalal sword inserted in the wall.
He pulled out the sword from the wall with force, and immediately blood began to pour out from the ground. The wailing sounds of the dead around him suddenly became much louder, and they crawled out of their established position and moved slowly towards Roland.
There was no isolation zone made of holy water, no t, no amulet. Roland just woke up all the dead at the same time.
The wronged souls of a thousand wizards? A conspiracy involving the enemies of Kabbalah?
What do you care about those things? To put it bluntly, this is just a five-person copy of the Black Iron level——
Roland looked at the group of dead people who were gradually approaching him, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing a pleasant smile.
"You want to rest in peace, right?"
He casually threw the Karal sword aside, which began to weather quickly after he pulled it out. Several emerald green vines were wrapped around Roland without moving in the wind, and light gray spots were floating around him.
"——I'll give it to you!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better novels and faster updates! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net