Volume 4 copy Chapter 3: Fighting Soul Bone (Part 1)
We passed through a long and narrow corridor lined with beast sculptures and entered an unfamiliar tomb. Unlike the tombs we passed along the way, in this tomb, I could not smell the strong fishy smell of blood in the vampire habitat. There was only a sour smell of stale mold in the air.
This is the most tomb-like tomb we have ever encountered. The heavy silence shrouds it, making even breathing feel cold. This is the true Pure Land of the Dead. There is nothing here except death.
"Wait, take a break here, I'll take care of some personal issues..." Seeing that there was no movement around, Changgong Sheri suggested loudly. As he spoke, he put his hands on his head, shook his head, and made a gesture as if he was taking something off his head - in fact, he didn't take anything off - then, he stood there straight and motionless as if he was possessed by a demon. However, some rapid shouts came out of his mouth, and the strange thing was that the sound seemed to be getting weaker and weaker as it went farther away:
"I'm dying of suffocation, I'm dying of suffocation..."
"He...what happened to him?" I asked, pointing at Changbow Sheri's stiff body.
"Probably going to the toilet. Speaking of which, I should also go to relieve my physiological burden..." Chang Sanjiao said with a smile. He whispered a few words to Crado in that strange language, and then the three of them raised their hands at the same time and made that strange gesture, and then they stood there motionless like a longbow shooting at the sun.
Toilet? It is another strange term used by those who are involved in space. Whenever they ask to go to the "toilet", they will stand aside in a daze, not moving, and enter a state of mind similar to contemplation or meditation. I guess the "toilet" should be a sacred and noble place for them. When they feel it is necessary , they will completely immerse their souls in it to conduct pure spiritual thinking and communication - no matter where they are at that time.
This is like praying, worshipping or other similar activities. They devote their whole body and mind to spiritual thinking, breaking away from the shackles of the body to pursue a completely free liberation. It can be seen that "going to the toilet" is such a noble and pure spiritual experience.
However, just when all my friends were experiencing the sublime pleasure of "going to the toilet", a crisis occurred.
Three pale figures suddenly appeared at another entrance to the tomb and approached us. They wore broken helmets, their armor was covered with various weapons, and they held weapons with cracks in their hands.
I just said that they were three pale "figures", and this was not an exaggeration. Although their clothes and armor were clearly visible, they did not seem to have any real entities, but three empty shadows. If you look closely, you can even see the scene behind them through their bodies. Their existence is like a condensed mist, floating and hazy, and faintly emitting a hint of cold luster.
The strangest thing is that there is only a rolling ball of white air under their bodies, and they have no feet at all, but they can still move forward steadily.
Above their heads were their names: "Cursed War Spirits". I remembered the task given to me by the demonstration trainer at Valen Fortress: I had to defeat nine war spirits to prove that I had a warrior's heroic heart, so that I could continue to receive training in more advanced combat techniques. It turned out that they were here.
The three cursed heroic dead soon discovered our presence, and immediately raised their weapons and quickly approached us. As they floated closer, they also let out terrifying screams. Their jaws opened hard like snakes, and their black mouths could almost swallow my head in one gulp.
"Yangtze River Delta, wake up! Longbow, are you okay? Krado, Black Aurora, stop standing there..." Three level 33 fighting spirits approached me at the same time, which really made me panic. I was in a hurry and slapped my companions around me, trying to wake them up from the noble act of "going to the toilet". But it seemed that the situation was not good, and the act of "going to the toilet" did not seem to be controlled by people's subjective wishes.
"Wow..." The first fighting spirit raised the mace high and smashed it directly on Black Aurora's head. Our elven wizard was unaware of it and still had an intoxicated and happy look on his face, as if his life was being released in some way.
I was angry and anxious, but I couldn't bear to watch my adventure partner get hurt in front of me. I gritted my teeth in anger and waved the "Sabertooth Ripper" in my hand to fight back. I heard a "bang" and felt my shoulders suddenly sink down. My whole body couldn't help but step back several steps in succession, and finally stopped when I leaned against Black Aurora.
At this time, the second war spirit's spear had already stabbed in front of me. I had already lost my balance and had no way to dodge. I could only watch it approach my shoulder inch by inch.
Looking at this unavoidable blow, an unrealistic wish suddenly came to my mind: These are three souls without emptiness, and even their weapons look like thin, almost transparent shadows. How can something without substance cause harm? Maybe this is just a false illusion, and they don't exist at all. As long as you believe that they don't exist, don't look at them, and don't feel them, they can't hurt you.
I closed my eyes tightly, repeating silently in my heart: You don’t exist, you can’t hurt me. You don’t exist, you can’t hurt me. You don’t exist, you can’t hurt me.
Then I felt a sharp little object piercing my left shoulder viciously, and I immediately felt a strong stinging pain and an even stronger regret:
Damn, these guys really exist!
Soon, I had no time to discuss the existence of these three guys. Because I stood up and resisted rashly, these three fighting spirits who had lost their position immediately attacked me alone. I had no time to take care of myself and was repeatedly attacked.
I know that they were the most courageous and fearless fighters in their lifetime, and they had made outstanding contributions in the great battle against brutal aggression. They were warriors among warriors and brave among brave men.
But when their souls were polluted and lost their kind and loyal nature, all their virtues became my greatest misfortune. The worst thing for me was that although they had lost their rationality, their tenacious fighting instinct had not weakened at all. I am sure that the army of the last king Darendil must have suffered a lot in the battle two hundred years ago, and their situation must be as pitiful as mine.
The warrior who used the mace was the most burly one. His attacks were wide and powerful, and there was a strange power on him. Almost every three times, he would knock me off balance and make me retreat. The thin and tall one who used the spear was very fierce. In front of his fierce piercing attack, my armor was weak and could not provide me with enough protection. The one who used the two knives could create the effect of tearing wounds in the battle like me, making me bleed profusely. Under their relentless pressure, I had almost no defense at all. I curled up behind the shield and relied on my flexible running and life potions to barely support myself.
Just when I was in a dilemma and in danger, a milky white medical wave shone on me in time, and I felt relieved. Then, I heard the surprised shout of the dwarf priest Longbow Shooting the Sun:
"Ah, why did the fight start so soon, and you're fighting alone? Damn it, ever since you ran into this damn place, you've been risking your lives. Get out of the way, when it comes to fighting to the death, you've got to watch me!"
As he spoke, Changgong Sheri drew out his unique and avant-garde magic staff, flexibly swung two stick shadows with his backhand, and dashed into the middle of the three fighting spirits with great enthusiasm, humming loudly his magic spell with an extremely strong sense of rhythm, and swung out a circle of magic light shield with his nunchaku.
With his delay, the other three people woke up one after another and joined the battle. Not long after, the three fighting spirits were smashed to pieces and turned into three piles of ashes that fell to the ground. In these ashes, we found some scattered coins and some sundries. The strangest thing was that in one of the piles of ashes, I actually found a pair of "broken military boots" - these guys don't have long legs, where did they hide these boots? This is really puzzling...
"'Petrified bones', material, what is this?" At this time, the Orc Wanderer Chang Sanjiao suddenly asked in confusion. Looking up, I saw a few white bones tightly held in his hands. Judging from the name, this should be a leg bone, with a thin and long bone and relatively thick joints at both ends.
Compared to ordinary bones, these bones are much heavier. They don't feel like hollow bones, but more like a stone bar. However, they are not as brittle as ordinary stone bars, giving people a tough and solid feeling. The surface of the bones is not smooth, but has a frosted rough texture, which feels comfortable to touch and is easy to hold.
"Where did you get this?" I took a bone and weighed it in my hand, asking Chang Sanjiao curiously.
"Just now during the battle, I took things from those fighting spirits... hehe..." Chang Sanjiao laughed proudly and patted his big belly.
I was furious: when I was working so hard, he actually had the mind to steal things? He was indeed a guy who had learned from the money-making queen Feiyin.
"This thing is a kind of material..." Changgong Sheri looked at the bones for a long time and suddenly said, "...Maybe I can make a few weapons with it. But the number of bones is not enough now. If I had more, I could give it a try."
The two of them discussed with Crado and Black Aurora that they should stay here for a while and collect some bones like this. They were also very curious about the use of these bones and readily agreed. And the happiest person here should be me: I can complete my professional task by the way.
Now, these cursed war souls have truly learned what it means to "not be afraid of thieves stealing, but be afraid of thieves thinking about it". In the eyes of Chang Sanjiao, the spirits of these once heroic warriors have completely become money targets for his own pleasure. As soon as he sees them, he pounces on them with red eyes as if he is in heat, and digs into their pockets again and again, wishing to turn out the underwear of these war souls - if they have underwear. We searched carefully in the nearby tombs, and saved no less than 20 cursed war souls from death, and Chang Sanjiao's backpack also had nearly 30 petrified bones of different lengths and shapes - in addition to arm bones, there are also femurs, phalanges, tibias, etc.
