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At this time
"Boom!"
Another landslide-like vibration, faintly coming from another direction!
Thyls was suddenly agitated and heard several strange voices:
Sada, Roxada!
Sell, Sail, Sailike!
The next moment, on the top rock wall, several dead souls that were equally dead and terrifying, and also shrouded in black mist, but were very different in size and appearance!
These dead souls are also surrounded by black mist, but most of them are huge, with knotted muscles, and the style of clothing on their bodies is not like the empire or the Northland. Flash Dance Novel Network
Their eyes are also pale, but their noses are taller, their teeth are sharper, and their rotten and dry skin looks dark.
However, something surprising happened.
Those dead souls...the new weird dead souls, they are screaming at the dead soul Kane Khumul, and his companions who are already here, crying in words that Thales can’t understand:
Clury...Sell...Sell...
This situation appears in every corner of the cave. Almost every new dead soul that arrives on the "battlefield" from top to bottom is often a ghost of a special form. They all send the same to the dead souls on the Kanekmur side. The terrifying roar.
The black mist continues to spread out in the air, and the newly arrived here are gradually increasing.
Thyls stared at the scene in amazement.
"Enough," the Silver Shadowman let go of Thales's shoulders and said lightly:
"Stop it."
The silver light on him turned into something like a barrier, covering the two of them.
"It's coming."
Finally, a thunderous growl sounded from almost every corner, resonating with the surrounding rock formations.
Clury...
Skana, Nadalellis...
The low roar continued, and a huge, rotten arm with the thickness of human thighs slowly emerged from the top rock wall, climbing the rock formation here.
As that low growl gradually strengthened, the owner of the arm slowly pulled the entire body out of the rock wall. Its huge body even took up most of the entire rock wall until it lifted the same huge head. Under the pale eyes, a huge black mouth opened.
Tyles' eyes widened.
An outlier different from the sad deaths he had seen so far appeared in front of Thales.
This is also a dead soul Thales told himself nervously.
It was a giant dead soul who was so strong that it was almost three people in size.
It sinks and floats in the cursed black mist, with a weird face and an abnormal proportion of its white eyes are small, its nostrils turned out, a scary scar crosses half of the face, and even cut half of its lips, appearing Its teeth protrude so much, making it even more terrifying when it roars.
And it is surrounded by several circles of animal teeth decoration, supported by its rotten and withered limbs, and roars madly at the cave:
Nada Lelis!
Its roar seems to shake all the dead souls in this cave!
The dead souls who had besieged Thales in the cave turned around, as if giving up Thales and the Silver Shadow.
They showed their black misty minions to the ever-increasing new souls, and also responded with screams: ah, ah, ah, kill, kill, kill!
Although the new alien ghosts are inferior in number, under the leadership of the giant leader, they responded more excitedly and furiously to the other party’s provocations. Several ghosts with special physiques even used their own The gray and decayed upper arm struck his chest desperately, and the howling once overwhelmed the opponent:
Sell, Pur, Nadallis
The most peculiar dead soul General Kane Kamillinka turned his head with a sullen face, and stared at the new giant dead soul without showing any weakness, with deep emotions in his pale eyes.
Mongrel...It has an inexplicable hatred in its ancient imperial language: Bastard
In the next second, on the opposite side of it, the three-sized and terrifying giant ghost also distorted its expression and let out a deafening roar: Ser
When the voice fell, it shook its strong limbs and rushed towards Kane Khum from above!
Kane Kemuel is trembling with the black mist, and it is not retreating to meet its new opponent!
Come on ice bastard!
More than two leaders, more and more new souls pounced from the upper rock wall, invaded this narrow place, and rushed straight to the old souls of Kanekamul in midair.
The new fight has begun.
Thyls watched a huge new soul from top to bottom, yelling sharply, pounced on an old soul, biting its neck frantically!
The old man's soul hissed in agony with the vocabulary of unknown meaning: ah ah ah
A cloud of black mist suddenly spread from its wound.
But the victim immediately fought with each other and pierced his chest with his bare hands!
It exhausted all its teeth, hands and feet, and reduced the presence of each other.
The new souls seemed to be tainted with madness, and didn't leave their hands, and the souls of Kanekamul's side did not hesitate to rush upwards and fight back fiercely!
The whole cave is suddenly chaotic!
This is...
Tyles looked at the scene of the dead souls killing each other with a pale face, and suddenly realized that the new dead souls are very familiar with the phrase "Sal".
After a second, he recalled the content.
In the military history class of the Northland nobles, there is a must-learn orc language, especially military orders.
And "Sal", that is, that is Thales in disbelief looking at the new dead souls with terrifying physique, albeit beyond recognition. That is one of the military offensive orders of the glacier orcs, meaning:
To kill, slaughter, kill.
Or, more directly, cruelly, "don't leave alive."
So...
The crime of the prison river in Thales slowly faded away, and he continued to stare intently at the fervor of the two dead souls fighting in the cave.
"You are not...you are not trying to use me as a bait, lead them away, and run by yourself?" Thales, who felt that he had escaped, asked the person next to him in surprise.
The silver shadow man turned his head to the side, seeming to disdain to answer.
And that group of playful silver awns mischievously sprang from the top of the silver shadow man's head, jumping to form a few words:
Mischief, bad taste
Talston's face went dark.
The presence of the new souls made the cave appear darker, but for a while, there were no dead souls paying attention to this small corner.
"Okay, but...what is that?" Thales quickly forgot, and pointed at the new large ghost who had confessed to the General.
"It is also a dead soul under the curse," the Silver Shadowman answered him happily:
"Just another."
"The soul is tough and the will is terrible. After being contaminated by the curse and imprisonment, it is even more difficult to deal with than our General Linca."
Thyls turned his head eagerly: "But why are they..."
The silver shadow man nodded.
"You know, there is a very interesting thing," the other party's voice seemed a little leisurely at the moment: "Under this terrible curse, these dead souls are still inseparable from the world before they are alive."
"Some of the most ingrained emotions and obsessions, not only cannot be forgotten, but they have grown stronger and more deformed. They have been separated from memories and situations, leaving feelings and instincts.
"For example..." The Silver Shadowman slammed to the chaotic fight.
Thyls carefully observed the strange new ghosts, and suddenly realized.
"Let me introduce," the Silver Shadowman pointed to the giant ghost surrounded by animal teeth, and whispered:
"Roxada Dark Thunder."
"And its hundreds of orc friends."
Thyls's thoughts moved.
"Dark Thunder? Orc?"
The silver shadow man nodded again.
"A certain dead person said that it was a certain war chief of the Dark Thunder tribe."
"It was also one of the glacier orcs that raged south after the collapse of the ancient empire, and the culprit in the hundreds of looting and murders in the Northern Province that year," the silver shadow man was silent for a while, and continued: "until it died Before the joint ambush between the northerners and the mountain elves, people used to call it the Hammer of Rampage."
The hammer of raiding.
Thyls looked far away at the dead orc named Loxada, at the beastly biting battle of the opponent and General Linka who was driven into a panic, thoughtfully.
"It’s easier for you to remember the enemy than to remember yourself."
The Silver Shadowman hummed softly.
"This is why I, who was in danger, can still stand here and watch the stand with you leisurely, but they can only be there, headless and fighting each other."
The silver shadow man turned around and raised his index finger to Thales:
"Use all means to differentiate and weaken your enemy. This is war."
Thyls frowned, he found that the silver light began to beat the silver shadow man's head again:
That's strange.
"The first day I opened my eyes here, I was looking for a way to constantly check and balance them and suppress these dead souls," the silver shadow man shook his head slightly: "The present is one of the results."
Yinmang continued to beat, this time, it showed extra words:
Nothing.
The first day was obviously beaten up.
Pretending to be a female ghost, only escaped.
Thyls withdrew his gaze from the silver letters, and looked at a superb silver shadow man with a strange expression.
Really...
Pretend to be...
Ahem.
Thyls tried his best to take the boring thoughts back into his mind and turn his attention to his eyes: two wrestling souls flew one meter away from them, and Qi Qi turned into black mist in the scream of pain Diaspora.
"It's really ironic, it's obviously the world after death..."
He watched the fierce fighting in front of him, and exclaimed: "Struggle and conflict, but they have not disappeared."
"Even if it is a dead soul under the curse," Thales watched as a fierce human soul bit the face of another orc soul in half, and shook his head: "Between the dead soul and the dead soul..."
"They are still incompatible."
"Repeating the hatred and pain of life."
"It just turned the war of the mortal world into the war of the dead."
This time, the Silver Shadow Man did not speak.
He looked into the field intently, as if that was the best performance.
"We should leave before the mountain elves come to join the battle." A few seconds later, he said lightly.
Thyls moved: "Elf? Is there a ghost of the dead here?"
"Yes, compared with humans and orcs," the silver shadow man hugged his arms and snorted coldly: "The souls of those with long ears are more special and more troublesome. I am not very good at dealing with them."
Yinmang automatically appeared on his head, forming a sentence:
Because he pretended to be their female leader.
Also recognized.
Tyles once again looked at this great, long-dead man next to him with a weird expression.
This makes the silver shadow guy who feels wrong for a long time quite disturbed: "What's the matter?"
"It's okay," Thales retracted his gaze from the top of his head, and shook his head nonchalantly to deny: "Not even the elves..."
"Yes, this curse is quite fair," the silver shadow man paused, then nodded slightly, as if sighing:
"At least it never racially discriminates."
"And we should really go."
The next second, the Silver Shadowman suddenly grabbed Thales' left arm and pulled him back!
Thyls was taken aback, and fell back unexpectedly!
He lamented that he was unlucky. He was about to usher in the collision between the back of his head and the rock wall, but he only heard the faint shock coming from behind him, and he felt that he was being dragged along, and the dead souls who were fighting endlessly were in the field of vision. The inside is getting smaller and smaller.
About ten seconds later, finally, Thales loosened his arm and he was let go.
Tyles climbed up from the ground embarrassedly and found that he had stepped on a new place.
Although under the "lighting" of the silver shadow man, the so-called "new place" is just another piece of rock under the feet.
When Thales raised his head, he was surprised to see: The two rock walls in front of him were slowly closing, shutting the fighting dead souls battlefield on the other end, disappearing from sight.
He blinked several times.
Just now, the Silver Shadow took him... across the rock face?
What power is this?
Everything he has seen in the past few hours, dead soul, silver shadow, curse... no matter which one, is far beyond his imagination.
In the faint rumbling sound, the rock walls are close together tightly, as if there has never been a crack in the middle.
"Go ahead," the silver shadow man said slowly:
"You should go now."
"Go back to the world you truly belong to."
Thyls, who could see the gods, came back to his senses.
The prince swallowed: "Ah, yes."
Yes.
I should...
I should go now.
There are many others... waiting for me.
Tyles took a few deep breaths, thinking of the road ahead, feeling gloomy.
"If I pay it back, can I go?" He looked at the silver shadow man hesitantly.
"As long as you want." The silver shadow man nodded plainly.
The rock formation began to shake again.
"After today, I will block all possible entrances and exits here." Amidst the shaking of the rock formations, the silver shadow man slowly shook his head, his words were dull and sad: "The black path will cut off the thoroughfare."
"No one here can enter safely."
"No one is going to stray into a dark road anymore."
"No one will witness this sorrow anymore."
"You will be the last person."
The light on the silver shadow man's body was faint, and he looked at the dark cave in front of him, silently.
Thyls was stuck in his heart.
But the way he looked at each other, looked at the dark facial features, but couldn't speak.
"And you, Canxing, you have to keep this secret in your heart, or simply forget everything here."
Thyls was taken aback: "What?"
"So as not to cause more trouble," the silver shadow man shook his head:
"It is important to know that not everyone who comes for the curse is to eliminate and solve it."
It took Thales three seconds to understand the "bigger trouble", and raised his head questioningly:
"The so-called curse of the Iron-Blood King, these dead souls... will they continue to go on like this, buried deep in the black path, under the Dragon City?"
The silver shadow man asked sharply:
"What do you mean?"
Thyls recalled the grimacing faces that had appeared on top of each other, and he felt nauseous.
"It may be a good way to close the black path so that the people above don't come down, but the general said," he worriedly said: "They will one day..."
Tyles glanced at the Silver Shadow, and then whispered: "Go back to..."
The Silver Shadowman did not answer.
"Don't forget Long Xiao, your Allendeberg," Thales looked at him, hesitantly said: "There are thousands of people living above us, and even the whole world of living people. "
The silver shadow man slowly raised his head, looking back at him.
"As powerful as you, I seem to be afraid of this curse," Thales asked with a worried look: "And if the curse continues to strengthen, these dead souls will one day..."
"Appeared on the ground?"
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Chapter 349 The War of the Dead, the Blood of the Kingdom
At this time
"Boom!"
Another landslide-like vibration, faintly coming from another direction!
Thyls was suddenly agitated and heard several strange voices:
Sada, Roxada!
Sell, Sail, Sailike!
The next moment, on the top rock wall, several dead souls that were equally dead and terrifying, and also shrouded in black mist, but were very different in size and appearance!
These dead souls are also surrounded by black mist, but most of them are huge, with knotted muscles, and the style of clothing on their bodies is not like the empire or the Northland. Flash Dance Novel Network
Their eyes are also pale, but their noses are taller, their teeth are sharper, and their rotten and dry skin looks dark.
However, something surprising happened.
Those dead souls...the new weird dead souls, they are screaming at the dead soul Kane Khumul, and his companions who are already here, crying in words that Thales can’t understand:
Clury...Sell...Sell...
This situation appears in every corner of the cave. Almost every new dead soul that arrives on the "battlefield" from top to bottom is often a ghost of a special form. They all send the same to the dead souls on the Kanekmur side. The terrifying roar.
The black mist continues to spread out in the air, and the newly arrived here are gradually increasing.
Thyls stared at the scene in amazement.
"Enough," the Silver Shadowman let go of Thales's shoulders and said lightly:
"Stop it."
The silver light on him turned into something like a barrier, covering the two of them.
"It's coming."
Finally, a thunderous growl sounded from almost every corner, resonating with the surrounding rock formations.
Clury...
Skana, Nadalellis...
The low roar continued, and a huge, rotten arm with the thickness of human thighs slowly emerged from the top rock wall, climbing the rock formation here.
As that low growl gradually strengthened, the owner of the arm slowly pulled the entire body out of the rock wall. Its huge body even took up most of the entire rock wall until it lifted the same huge head. Under the pale eyes, a huge black mouth opened.
Tyles' eyes widened.
An outlier different from the sad deaths he had seen so far appeared in front of Thales.
This is also a dead soul Thales told himself nervously.
It was a giant dead soul who was so strong that it was almost three people in size.
It sinks and floats in the cursed black mist, with a weird face and an abnormal proportion of its white eyes are small, its nostrils turned out, a scary scar crosses half of the face, and even cut half of its lips, appearing Its teeth protrude so much, making it even more terrifying when it roars.
And it is surrounded by several circles of animal teeth decoration, supported by its rotten and withered limbs, and roars madly at the cave:
Nada Lelis!
Its roar seems to shake all the dead souls in this cave!
The dead souls who had besieged Thales in the cave turned around, as if giving up Thales and the Silver Shadow.
They showed their black misty minions to the ever-increasing new souls, and also responded with screams: ah, ah, ah, kill, kill, kill!
Although the new alien ghosts are inferior in number, under the leadership of the giant leader, they responded more excitedly and furiously to the other party’s provocations. Several ghosts with special physiques even used their own The gray and decayed upper arm struck his chest desperately, and the howling once overwhelmed the opponent:
Sell, Pur, Nadallis
The most peculiar dead soul General Kane Kamillinka turned his head with a sullen face, and stared at the new giant dead soul without showing any weakness, with deep emotions in his pale eyes.
Mongrel...It has an inexplicable hatred in its ancient imperial language: Bastard
In the next second, on the opposite side of it, the three-sized and terrifying giant ghost also distorted its expression and let out a deafening roar: Ser
When the voice fell, it shook its strong limbs and rushed towards Kane Khum from above!
Kane Kemuel is trembling with the black mist, and it is not retreating to meet its new opponent!
Come on ice bastard!
More than two leaders, more and more new souls pounced from the upper rock wall, invaded this narrow place, and rushed straight to the old souls of Kanekamul in midair.
The new fight has begun.
Thyls watched a huge new soul from top to bottom, yelling sharply, pounced on an old soul, biting its neck frantically!
The old man's soul hissed in agony with the vocabulary of unknown meaning: ah ah ah
A cloud of black mist suddenly spread from its wound.
But the victim immediately fought with each other and pierced his chest with his bare hands!
It exhausted all its teeth, hands and feet, and reduced the presence of each other.
The new souls seemed to be tainted with madness, and didn't leave their hands, and the souls of Kanekamul's side did not hesitate to rush upwards and fight back fiercely!
The whole cave is suddenly chaotic!
This is...
Tyles looked at the scene of the dead souls killing each other with a pale face, and suddenly realized that the new dead souls are very familiar with the phrase "Sal".
After a second, he recalled the content.
In the military history class of the Northland nobles, there is a must-learn orc language, especially military orders.
And "Sal", that is, that is Thales in disbelief looking at the new dead souls with terrifying physique, albeit beyond recognition. That is one of the military offensive orders of the glacier orcs, meaning:
To kill, slaughter, kill.
Or, more directly, cruelly, "don't leave alive."
So...
The crime of the prison river in Thales slowly faded away, and he continued to stare intently at the fervor of the two dead souls fighting in the cave.
"You are not...you are not trying to use me as a bait, lead them away, and run by yourself?" Thales, who felt that he had escaped, asked the person next to him in surprise.
The silver shadow man turned his head to the side, seeming to disdain to answer.
And that group of playful silver awns mischievously sprang from the top of the silver shadow man's head, jumping to form a few words:
Mischief, bad taste
Talston's face went dark.
The presence of the new souls made the cave appear darker, but for a while, there were no dead souls paying attention to this small corner.
"Okay, but...what is that?" Thales quickly forgot, and pointed at the new large ghost who had confessed to the General.
"It is also a dead soul under the curse," the Silver Shadowman answered him happily:
"Just another."
"The soul is tough and the will is terrible. After being contaminated by the curse and imprisonment, it is even more difficult to deal with than our General Linca."
Thyls turned his head eagerly: "But why are they..."
The silver shadow man nodded.
"You know, there is a very interesting thing," the other party's voice seemed a little leisurely at the moment: "Under this terrible curse, these dead souls are still inseparable from the world before they are alive."
"Some of the most ingrained emotions and obsessions, not only cannot be forgotten, but they have grown stronger and more deformed. They have been separated from memories and situations, leaving feelings and instincts.
"For example..." The Silver Shadowman slammed to the chaotic fight.
Thyls carefully observed the strange new ghosts, and suddenly realized.
"Let me introduce," the Silver Shadowman pointed to the giant ghost surrounded by animal teeth, and whispered:
"Roxada Dark Thunder."
"And its hundreds of orc friends."
Thyls's thoughts moved.
"Dark Thunder? Orc?"
The silver shadow man nodded again.
"A certain dead person said that it was a certain war chief of the Dark Thunder tribe."
"It was also one of the glacier orcs that raged south after the collapse of the ancient empire, and the culprit in the hundreds of looting and murders in the Northern Province that year," the silver shadow man was silent for a while, and continued: "until it died Before the joint ambush between the northerners and the mountain elves, people used to call it the Hammer of Rampage."
The hammer of raiding.
Thyls looked far away at the dead orc named Loxada, at the beastly biting battle of the opponent and General Linka who was driven into a panic, thoughtfully.
"It’s easier for you to remember the enemy than to remember yourself."
The Silver Shadowman hummed softly.
"This is why I, who was in danger, can still stand here and watch the stand with you leisurely, but they can only be there, headless and fighting each other."
The silver shadow man turned around and raised his index finger to Thales:
"Use all means to differentiate and weaken your enemy. This is war."
Thyls frowned, he found that the silver light began to beat the silver shadow man's head again:
That's strange.
"The first day I opened my eyes here, I was looking for a way to constantly check and balance them and suppress these dead souls," the silver shadow man shook his head slightly: "The present is one of the results."
Yinmang continued to beat, this time, it showed extra words:
Nothing.
The first day was obviously beaten up.
Pretending to be a female ghost, only escaped.
Thyls withdrew his gaze from the silver letters, and looked at a superb silver shadow man with a strange expression.
Really...
Pretend to be...
Ahem.
Thyls tried his best to take the boring thoughts back into his mind and turn his attention to his eyes: two wrestling souls flew one meter away from them, and Qi Qi turned into black mist in the scream of pain Diaspora.
"It's really ironic, it's obviously the world after death..."
He watched the fierce fighting in front of him, and exclaimed: "Struggle and conflict, but they have not disappeared."
"Even if it is a dead soul under the curse," Thales watched as a fierce human soul bit the face of another orc soul in half, and shook his head: "Between the dead soul and the dead soul..."
"They are still incompatible."
"Repeating the hatred and pain of life."
"It just turned the war of the mortal world into the war of the dead."
This time, the Silver Shadow Man did not speak.
He looked into the field intently, as if that was the best performance.
"We should leave before the mountain elves come to join the battle." A few seconds later, he said lightly.
Thyls moved: "Elf? Is there a ghost of the dead here?"
"Yes, compared with humans and orcs," the silver shadow man hugged his arms and snorted coldly: "The souls of those with long ears are more special and more troublesome. I am not very good at dealing with them."
Yinmang automatically appeared on his head, forming a sentence:
Because he pretended to be their female leader.
Also recognized.
Tyles once again looked at this great, long-dead man next to him with a weird expression.
This makes the silver shadow guy who feels wrong for a long time quite disturbed: "What's the matter?"
"It's okay," Thales retracted his gaze from the top of his head, and shook his head nonchalantly to deny: "Not even the elves..."
"Yes, this curse is quite fair," the silver shadow man paused, then nodded slightly, as if sighing:
"At least it never racially discriminates."
"And we should really go."
The next second, the Silver Shadowman suddenly grabbed Thales' left arm and pulled him back!
Thyls was taken aback, and fell back unexpectedly!
He lamented that he was unlucky. He was about to usher in the collision between the back of his head and the rock wall, but he only heard the faint shock coming from behind him, and he felt that he was being dragged along, and the dead souls who were fighting endlessly were in the field of vision. The inside is getting smaller and smaller.
About ten seconds later, finally, Thales loosened his arm and he was let go.
Tyles climbed up from the ground embarrassedly and found that he had stepped on a new place.
Although under the "lighting" of the silver shadow man, the so-called "new place" is just another piece of rock under the feet.
When Thales raised his head, he was surprised to see: The two rock walls in front of him were slowly closing, shutting the fighting dead souls battlefield on the other end, disappearing from sight.
He blinked several times.
Just now, the Silver Shadow took him... across the rock face?
What power is this?
Everything he has seen in the past few hours, dead soul, silver shadow, curse... no matter which one, is far beyond his imagination.
In the faint rumbling sound, the rock walls are close together tightly, as if there has never been a crack in the middle.
"Go ahead," the silver shadow man said slowly:
"You should go now."
"Go back to the world you truly belong to."
Thyls, who could see the gods, came back to his senses.
The prince swallowed: "Ah, yes."
Yes.
I should...
I should go now.
There are many others... waiting for me.
Tyles took a few deep breaths, thinking of the road ahead, feeling gloomy.
"If I pay it back, can I go?" He looked at the silver shadow man hesitantly.
"As long as you want." The silver shadow man nodded plainly.
The rock formation began to shake again.
"After today, I will block all possible entrances and exits here." Amidst the shaking of the rock formations, the silver shadow man slowly shook his head, his words were dull and sad: "The black path will cut off the thoroughfare."
"No one here~IndoMTL.com~can enter safely."
"No one is going to stray into a dark road anymore."
"No one will witness this sorrow anymore."
"You will be the last person."
The light on the silver shadow man's body was faint, and he looked at the dark cave in front of him, silently.
Thyls was stuck in his heart.
But the way he looked at each other, looked at the dark facial features, but couldn't speak.
"And you, Canxing, you have to keep this secret in your heart, or simply forget everything here."
Thyls was taken aback: "What?"
"So as not to cause more trouble," the silver shadow man shook his head:
"It is important to know that not everyone who comes for the curse is to eliminate and solve it."
It took Thales three seconds to understand the "bigger trouble", and raised his head questioningly:
"The so-called curse of the Iron-Blood King, these dead souls... will they continue to go on like this, buried deep in the black path, under the Dragon City?"
The silver shadow man asked sharply:
"What do you mean?"
Thyls recalled the grimacing faces that had appeared on top of each other, and he felt nauseous.
"It may be a good way to close the black path so that the people above don't come down, but the general said," he worriedly said: "They will one day..."
Tyles glanced at the Silver Shadow, and then whispered: "Go back to..."
The Silver Shadowman did not answer.
"Don't forget Long Xiao, your Allendeberg," Thales looked at him, hesitantly said: "There are thousands of people living above us, and even the whole world of living people. "
The silver shadow man slowly raised his head, looking back at him.
"As powerful as you, I seem to be afraid of this curse," Thales asked with a worried look: "And if the curse continues to strengthen, these dead souls will one day..."
"Appeared on the ground?"