Three hundred and ninetieth chapters dancers of the throat of death
Even though they were walking among the elven ruins from thousands of years ago, Maria and the others did not feel depressed or afraid.
This place has been damaged to the point where no trace of the city can be seen at all. It seems like there are only ruins of ancient civilizations thousands of years ago, or it looks like a post-war city that was wiped out by missiles. It is almost invisible.
The original shape of the building has been restored.
It's even impossible to tell whether a certain fallen wall was originally here and half of it disappeared...or whether this side flew over from nowhere.
"that is……"
Maria was suddenly startled and paused on the spot.
The surrounding wind brought her more news.
A very soft whisper sounded in her ears. It was the remnant of something invisible...the influence called "Elegant Whisper".
It was as if there was an illusion of wind blowing by her ears - Maria's hair moved automatically without any wind.
She turned around and found a pure white girl ghost sitting quietly on a tombstone-like broken wall she had just passed by.
When they came here just now, they didn't notice anyone was here at all.
It was an elf girl with long silver-white hair.
She was wearing a white dress that only exposed her left shoulder and arm, with the skirt hanging ten centimeters above her knees. Her slender pure white right arm had cute sleeves that covered half of her palm. On the left side, not only her shoulder was exposed, but she could also vaguely see it.
to the looming slender waist.
The girl ghost was chuckling mischievously, and light titters echoed in the air.
——If the ghost sitting on the tombstone was uglier and more sinister, maybe this could be considered a terrifying plot to turn around and kill him.
But because the ghost girl was so cute, it actually made the surrounding blue ruins look like a fairyland.
She looked at Maria with a dazed and confused expression, as if she was thinking about something seriously.
"when……"
Salvatore murmured.
The unexpected situation made him subconsciously alert - he had been here not once or twice. When Salvatore was still an apprentice, he was often sent by Master Benjamin to extract influence.
For a teaching institution like Wizard Tower, which is a master-apprentice teaching institution, students are basically synonymous with running errands and hard work.
Just like Salvatore used to help his mentors make black fire and green fire, transporting influence is also something that "the mentors are too lazy to do" but someone has to do it.
But Salvatore came so many times.
But I have never seen that there are ghosts left by the elves of the past here...
Zedi Black Tower mentioned in class that the essence of the specimen storage library is to preserve the souls of the elves of the past and use these souls to build a public nightmare. In this public nightmare, there is a permanent nightmare stored - as long as it meets the requirements
Visitors who need it can enter it and conduct necessary investigations.
This can carry more content than information recorded in books, and can be preserved for a longer period of time than information engraved on stone tablets.
It is like a "specimen" formed from a period of history.
And in a place like this...how could a separate soul exist?
The souls of the elves have long been used to construct nightmares. The removal of any soul will lead to the instability of the "specimen library"... or even collapse. But whether you want to use rituals or spells, it will directly affect the existence of the dream world.
information, it is almost impossible.
In other words.
That is to say, this elf girl is not the soul inside this specimen library at all!
It was from outside, and the later elves... died here.
And because of the special power of the specimen bank, it has always been kept here.
...But, why have the wizards who visited the Zedi Black Tower and extracted their influence...never seen her in the past hundreds of years?
If it is said that she is afraid and does not trust human wizards, so she has been hiding.
So why is she here now?
"who are you?"
Salvatore asked warily: "I haven't seen you here."
He reached out and held down the potion bottle on his waist - unfortunately, he did not carry the potion used to attack the spirit body. He also did not have the materials on him to construct a ritual to attack the spirit body.
——But he can't be timid.
At least make it look like you're not easy to mess with...if the other person has evil intentions, he might find it troublesome and run away.
"You have never seen me, but I have seen you several times."
The ghost girl sitting on the ruins of the wall said with interest: "It seems like ten years ago? At that time, you were stupid and stupid... you were only so tall."
As she spoke, she raised her foot and kicked the air.
It means that Salvatore at that time was not as tall as her feet now.
"You were afraid of ghosts back then...are you still afraid now?"
She asked with a smile.
Salvatore suddenly became as angry as a puffer fish: "Who has ever been afraid of ghosts? I was——"
"Are you...Porphys?"
Lin Yiyi suddenly asked, interrupting Salvatore's words.
She also turned around and looked at the ghost girl for a few times, then her eyes suddenly lit up and she recognized her.
A joyful smile suddenly broke out on Porfisi's face: "Sure enough! I didn't admit my mistake..."
She turned around and asked impatiently: "Are you the one Sister Citalopram called?"
"……Huh?"
After hearing this, Lin Yiyi, who was about to explain her origin, was stunned for a moment: "How did you recognize it?"
"You all smell the same!"
After saying this, Porfis no longer sat on the tombstone. Instead, she floated over happily.
Salvatore was suddenly so nervous that he tensed up his body. Just as he was about to speak, Maria held his arm - Maria's strength was beyond Salvatore's imagination, and he even struggled subconsciously.
, but his arm didn't move at all.
Maria seemed to see something and shook her head to signal him to shut up first.
Just as Salvatore was about to say something, Maria pulled his arm again.
Suddenly, his whole body felt like he was suffocating.
Like a butterfly, she circled around Lin Yiyi and asked hesitantly: "Where is Sister Citalopran?"
"She..."
Lin Yiyi chuckled.
Lin Yiyi can really answer this question - and she's not making it up.
After all, she, Jiu'er and Citalopram all lived together offline. Citalopram also mentioned this matter when eating occasionally.
"She said she hasn't mastered the magical skill of 'Dancer of the Throat of Death' yet, so she doesn't dare to come back to see you yet."
Lin Yiyi consoled her: "After she masters the magic, she will come and take you away."
Jiu'er added: "She told us about you!
"It's said that I have been waiting for a long time..."