Human beings died, and Ange also found that he could not go back. The light film turned into a magic leather ornament and was put on his wrist, but he didn't know how to turn the leather ornament back into a light film.
Ange didn't have too many thoughts about not being able to go back. This place was no different from the Palace of Rest. It was the same deathly silence and desolation. The only difference was that there were other skeletons here.
Not long after the human died, a withered skeleton wandered over from a distance. It staggered forward, its empty eyes staring at the human corpse, as if there was something attracting it to the corpse.
However, when he approached about thirty meters, the skeleton suddenly stopped and tilted his head in Ange's direction with some doubts. His empty eyes fell on Ange's body.
I saw the soul fire in the eye sockets swaying, the skeleton twisted around, and wandered away to other places at a faster speed.
Skeletons have different levels. Ange's level is much higher than this withered skeleton, which scares the opponent away.
In this way, Ange stayed where he was, scaring away more than a dozen withered skeletons and white-bone skeletons in one afternoon. Then, as if the message was communicated and the sphere of influence was re-divided, no low-level skeletons wandered in the direction of Ange.
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Ange dug a hole and settled down temporarily. He dug another hole and buried the grain in the cart.
It has to be said that the pit was dug in time. In the evening, Ange noticed that the wandering skeletons in the distance began to dig pits and buried themselves one after another, and then the wind started to blow.
The wind is the wind of rest.
The wind of rest is the source of all creatures in the land of death. It brings life to the corpses, bones, and soul fragments everywhere, and breeds them into skeletons, corpse witches and undead. However, if you disrespect it a little, it will be ruthless.
of destroying everything.
As an undead creature, if exposed to the wind of rest for a long time, the soul will slowly solidify, dry up, and then die. Even the most powerful golden skeleton Lich King is no exception. The difference is that they last longer.
That's all.
Ange lay in the sunken pit, listening to the whistling of the wind of rest, and his soul gradually calmed down. The wind of rest has the effect of soothing the soul. As long as it is not blown from the front, it will not affect the soul.
Lying in the pit, Ange curiously stretched out a finger into the cold wind. The gray mist-like wind of rest blew through his fingers, forming cyclones, and his entire palm was also blown by the wind.
Under the breeze, it becomes as silvery as metal.
Blowing by the wind, a cool breath snaked down from the palm of his hand and was transmitted to his soul fire, giving him a powerful feeling of devouring his soul, which refreshed his spirit.
For a skeleton like him, the best way to strengthen himself is to devour the souls of his kind. However, he is a vegetable-growing skeleton and does not need to strengthen his soul. What's more, he is the only one left in the Palace of Rest, and there is no other kind for him.
plunder.
However, it is the instinct of every soul to strengthen oneself. After trying it, Ange felt unable to stop and couldn't help but stretch out both hands.
One night passed, the sky became dimly bright, and the wind of rest stopped.
Ange felt that his soul had solidified a lot, and he didn't know how much it had grown, but his bones had changed drastically. There were fewer potholes, some big holes had also shrunk, and small holes were filled directly, like
It's like applying putty.
If the wind blows a few more times, it seems that there will be no need to replace the bones, Ange thought silently.
Getting up from the pit, Ange found that the human corpse from yesterday was missing. When he looked up, he found that it had been transformed into a zombie and was moving swaying elsewhere.
Ange ran over and dragged it back. The little zombie was frightened to death and thought Ange was going to eat it, so it struggled and moaned.
Unfortunately, even the withered bones and white skeletons were scared away by Ange, not to mention that it was a newly born baby zombie that was quickly stripped naked by Ange.
What was peeled off were human items, a leather satchel, an empty water bottle, and a long sword. There was a map and a few silver coins in the satchel, but there was nothing that could prove his identity.
In other words, why did this human being come here? How did he activate the teleportation array? It may always remain a mystery. If Ange himself cannot figure out how to use the magic leather accessories, he may never be able to go back.
Ange looked at the smoothed out many of the pits on his bones, as if... not being able to go back wouldn't be a bad thing.
Because of the wind of rest, Ange settled down firmly in this wilderness, bathing in the wind of rest every day, and continuing to strengthen his soul.
The new little zombie gradually became familiar with Ange. When Ange dragged it away at first, he scared it half to death, thinking that it was going to be eaten. Unexpectedly, after being stripped naked, Ange ignored it.
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A newborn baby zombie that was lucky enough to escape was wandering around in confusion until the wind of rest blew.
The newborn creature couldn't withstand the fierce wind of rest. It instinctively dug into the ground, trying to dig a hole to hide in. However, according to its digging speed, the hole was not dug properly and the soul was probably blown away.
Fortunately, the pit where Ange was was not far away from it, so I went over to drag it into the pit despite the wind.
Ange was too powerful compared to the little zombie, and squatting in the same pit was filled with a sense of oppression. It was so frightened that it crawled out, but as soon as its head popped up, it was blown back by the cold wind. Finally,
Holding his head, he huddled at the edge of the pit, shivering.
Ange ignored it and stretched out his hand to guide the cool breath. When the day broke and the wind of rest stopped, the little zombie couldn't wait to crawl out.
This time, the little zombie decided to stay away from this scary place, but as soon as he walked thirty meters, he was driven back by another wandering skeleton.
This thirty-meter radius has become Ange's territory. The little zombie stays inside, and Ange will not care about it. Once it leaves this area, the new soul is the most delicate and delicious food, and anyone can bully it.
After being chased by other skeletons several times, the little zombie realized that other places were scarier than here.
As evening came, the wind of rest blew, and the little zombie, who was unable to dig his own hole, returned to Ange's hole in fear.
It stiffened its neck and kept looking at Ange. Seeing that Ange ignored it, it retracted a little, but still ignored him, so it retracted a little more, until it reached the corner where it stayed last night. Even its posture was the same as yesterday.
It was the same as before, holding my head, but no longer shivering.
The next morning, it couldn't wait to crawl out again, but in the evening, before the restful wind blew, it crawled into the pit early, no longer holding its head, but curiously observing Ange, and even...
Try to follow suit and put your palms out of the pit.
Of course, this reckless move severely baptized his soul with the cold breath.