Chapter 290 “Don’t Call Me Her Majesty the Queen”, “Okay, Your Majesty the Queen”

This little skeleton is also extremely clever.

Seeing the other party surrounding this place, he had nowhere to go in the flat open space, so he stuffed his body into the scarecrow.

However, there is nothing in the huge open space. There is a scarecrow standing alone here, but anyone with any brains will be suspicious.

These undead...well.

Su Heng turned around and took a look.

Kalius really has no brains, so forget it.

"Why are they coming to catch you?" Su Heng asked. He thought for a moment and then added, "Also, remember not to call me Your Lady Queen."

"Okay, no problem, Your Lady Queen."

Su Heng: "..."

Little Skeleton Sur replied calmly, "Yes, I also want to know the answer to the question you asked."

With a click, Suer turned his head and looked at Karius beside the white wolf, and Su Heng's eyes also followed the little skull and looked over. Now the pressure came to Karius.

"Well…"

After resurrecting from the dead, the memories of the past can be preserved.

But this process is not without losses, and memories will slowly pass away during the process of rebirth.

After all, the undead are not perfect life forms and have various flaws, and as the fifth template grows, these flaws will gradually be realized by Su Heng.

At this moment, Karius, who had just been pulled up by Su Heng, was still a little confused.

He lowered his head and thought hard before answering, "It's because of those people in Paradise Mountain."

Through the explanation of the Centaur Skeleton Knight Karius, Su Heng finally understood the general environment of this basin.

According to Kalius.

The entire basin is run under the rule of Benjilot, the Lord of Corpses.

In addition, above Benjilot's head, there is another alien force called Paradise Mountain. Every once in a while, people from Paradise Mountain will be sent to the Skeleton Basin to collect various taxes.

Among the taxes, in addition to various treasures.

What's more important is the soul fruit and the undead themselves.

Under normal circumstances, soul fruits can only grow in cemeteries rich in death energy. However, in recent days, for some reason, freaks like Sur who can cultivate soul fruits have appeared in the basin.

Kalius and his group came to capture Soul, the Straw Hat Skull, under the orders of Benjilot.

"I see."

White Wolf nodded.

The soul fruit that Kalius mentioned before should be the fruit that Sur gave to the white wolf before.

The effect is indeed quite good.

"But why do aliens need undead?" Su Heng asked with some confusion, "Also, what is the power of Tiantian Mountain?"

"This is not something I can understand, Your Majesty," Kalius said.

He thought for a moment and added:

"However, Benjilot is a leader among the third life class, and every tax sent by Heavenly Mountain can make the corpse lord tremble with fear. Of course, there is a strict class relationship between the undead itself, but from this perspective Speaking of which, Tiantian Mountain must be quite powerful.”

"The descendants of Terraria were displaced on the desolate land, but the aliens built a city on the corpse of Mother Earth..."

I have been in Terraria for over a year.

Plus the experience of becoming a master of time management and cultivating templates.

Su Heng's sense of identification with this world has gradually increased a lot. When he heard the scene described by Kalius, Su Heng could not help but feel a little emotional.

"Sir, do you have anything else to ask?"

Kalius said proactively.

"Don't tell me, there really are." After finally catching two local aboriginal undead, Su Heng was full of doubts. Of course, he had to take this opportunity to ask questions.

"What exactly is in the Bone Temple on the mountain range to the west?"

Su Heng raised his paw.

He pointed with his fingernail at the Bone Sanctuary shrouded in clouds over the mountains.

"That's not a sanctuary." Although Karius is a skeleton, the higher the evolution level, the richer the expressions of the skeleton.

At this moment, the centaur's face showed obvious fear.

"That is the big tomb, the end point of death. Even if the undead of the third life level enters it, there will be no return."

Kalius said,

"Not to mention the Great Tomb itself, there are many powerful undead beings wandering on the road leading to the Great Tomb. They are like machines specially made for killing. They have no sense at all and only step into the passage. On the way to the big tomb, you will be brutally hunted by these monsters until you die."

"Ah, really?"

If Kalius didn't say anything, Su Heng wouldn't be interested.

But he explained that the area full of powerful undead creatures is now the best place for White Wolf to practice.

A team of skeleton knights disappeared out of thin air, plus the straw hat skeleton Soul, the third life level undead named Benjilot probably won't let him go easily. He must quickly improve his strength and have the power to protect himself. OK.

Anyway, the template life is naturally invincible at the same level.

Even at the peak of the extraordinary, it is not difficult to deal with a third life level undead under normal development.

certainly.

The real threat still comes from Paradise Mountain.

"It seems that we have to find a way to sneak into the world of perception." Su Heng raised his head and looked at the silver-white moon in the sky.

In the world of perception, what we see today is also the silver moon. The scenery is almost the same as here, but the two worlds are completely opposite. Whether it is from the perceived world to the real world or from the physical universe to the subspace, it is difficult.

A strong man at the third life level can only stay for a short time.

If you want to stay in the sensory world for a long time, you need to use special means.

For example, the previous wormhole, or some evil sacrifices.

"Perhaps, there will be an answer in that big tomb." Su Heng thought that this strange premonition might come from White Wolf's undissipated memory.

Just like what Kalius said before.

The world has undergone tremendous changes.

Hundreds of years have passed by in a hurry, things have changed and people have changed, but there are still many things engraved in the bones that have not changed.

"correct."

After some emotion, Su Heng asked the silent little skeleton, "Your name seems to be Sur. Do you still have the soul fruit here? I need it, and in return I will help you deal with subsequent enemies. ”

Just listen to Kalius's description.

Su Heng then understood that the talent possessed by Straw Hat Skull Soul was probably quite extraordinary.

Since the whereabouts of the little skeleton fell into his hands by chance, then naturally, as a template, he would not hand over the little skeleton easily.

Maintaining a good relationship and conducting subsequent transaction cooperation are the measures Su Heng currently wants to take.

The little skeleton is also very cooperative.

"Yes, but not much." Su Er babbling.

It dug out a small bag from the ground, which contained more than ten soul fruits. Each of its different shapes should represent different functions.

"OK, thanks."

Su Heng didn't want to be too little and took the soul fruit in his hand.

"If you want to cultivate soul fruits, do you have any other needs?" Su Heng asked again.

“It takes time and fertile soil.”

Sur put the hoe on his shoulder. It seemed to be a very precious thing, and he carried it with him no matter where he went.

"Okay, I understand."

Su Heng nodded thoughtfully, after the exchange ended.

Kalius took the initiative and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to go to the Great Tomb?"

"Um!"

"Please let me go with you." Kalius volunteered. Although he lost his brain after turning into a dead spirit, it was not necessarily a bad thing. At least these skeletons are loyal and loyal.

He is a good soldier who does his duty.

"No." However, Su Heng shook his head and rejected Kalius's proposal.

"You don't have to go with me."

Kalius's strength is pretty good, but following Su Heng is really a burden and he can't help much. "You stay here and protect Suer. If you encounter a situation that you can't handle, go to the big tomb." Run in the right direction and I will pick you up."

"As you command!"

Although he was a little reluctant, Kalius still agreed without any complaints.

"Well, live well and hope to see you next time." Su Heng patted Karius on the shoulder, then turned around and disappeared into the thick fog that was everywhere in the Skeleton Basin.

…

"What?"

In the plain of mass graves on the east side of the basin.

In a gloomy tomb basement, the corpse lord Benjilot was caught in a burning rage.

"You damn guys, you can actually get killed when you fight a dozen of them. How do you do this? Are you deliberately trying to play me?"

call!

Benjilot is the devil.

He is over three meters tall, with beating muscles all over his bones, and his eyes are filled with black smoke.

There are rugged bone spurs on its broad back, and when paired with its strong and somewhat deformed frame, it looks like a biochemical tyrant in a science fiction movie, giving people an oppressive feeling.

The little undead reporting information in front of him was slapped away.

The skeleton covered with iron armor hit the rough wall hard, accompanied by obvious tremors. The fire shook and dust fell from the air.

The armored skeleton had about a hundred more bones in an instant, but to the undead, these injuries were not fatal and could even be described as skin trauma. The weakness of undead creatures is their souls, and their bones are just their carriers.

So, want to kill the undead.

Either completely destroy their bodies and turn them into powder, or defeat their souls.

besides.

Most physical methods are of little use to the undead.

The undead warrior embedded in the wall fell to the ground with a chirp. After a while, he ran out alive again, "Sir, are you going to continue sending people to catch that guy this time?"

"Fuck, are you here to teach me how to do things?"

Bang!

Benjilot slapped the undead warrior back again.

On the wall, two huge pits were connected together, with spiderweb-like cracks and pale candlelight crumbling.

The Corpse Lord said in a low voice with the unique hoarse voice of the undead, "There are several slaves in Paradise Mountain who ran into the Skeleton Basin. Damn it, those damn aliens actually ordered us to capture our own compatriots! How abominable!"

As the lord of the Basin of the Dead, Benjilot also has many helplessness.

It doesn't like the aliens in Paradise Mountain, and it doesn't want to be their minions, but if it can't carry out their orders.

The entire Skeleton Basin will be destroyed.

After some consideration.

Benjilot still made up his mind, "Concentrate your strength first, capture the escaped slaves and assign them tasks, and then find a way to deal with the white wolf that suddenly appeared."

"How can an undead with a second life level still defeat me?"

The angry voice of the Lord of Corpses echoed in the tomb.

Night under the moon.

A dozen sleeping crows were awakened, flapped their wings and flew into the clouds before disappearing.

…

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Arthur held his breath and hugged his sister tightly, suppressing even the sound of his heartbeat to a minimum.

Under the control of family secrets.

The boy's skin quickly turned pale, his body temperature dropped, and he looked like a corpse that had been dead for a while, without any movement at all.

Outside the bushes.

The footsteps stopped, and the tall undead holding a giant sword was patrolling around mechanically.

Just now, it did feel the breath of some living creatures nearby, but the breath was too weak, and when he walked in, he found that it had already disappeared.

The brains of the undead are not easy to use, and they rarely get into trouble like humans do.

It brandished the giant sword in its hand.

After making two random cuts in the bushes as tall as one person, I saw a fluffy rabbit jumping out of it and running towards the hole in the distance at a very fast speed.

The undead warrior's attention was also attracted by the animals, and he gave up his previous target.

Turn to another place and continue searching.

"call!"

It's been a long time.

After confirming that the undead had gone away, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and then coughed violently.

Although he is an awakener.

But his physical fitness is not that much better than that of ordinary people.

Not breathing for a long time, and even the water quality that kept his heartbeat at an extremely low level put a serious burden on his body. He doubted whether he would be suffocated to death if it lasted longer.

"Great, that guy is finally gone."

Arthur breathed heavily, even though the air in the Skeleton Basin was really not good, it was always mixed with a corpse smell that was so strong that it couldn't be dispersed.

But now, the young man doesn't care so much anymore.

"By the way, Merrill, are you okay?" Arthur then thought of his sister.

He let go of his arms and saw the little girl's body limp like a noodle, falling towards the ground.

"No way!"

Arthur's freckled face suddenly turned pale and stiff.

He reached out and carefully patted Merrill's dull face, "Xiaomei, Xiaomei, are you okay..."

"Quack!"

On the treetops, two crows tilted their heads.

Make a croaking sound.

Merrill was still slumped limply in his brother's arms, showing no reaction at all.

"I, what have I done?"

The young man completely collapsed. He thought about how he, his sister, and the other companions from the Rescue Society had sworn to liberate all intelligent life beings oppressed by alien races. They secretly received rigorous training together, carried out missions and paid a huge price to escape from the hellish paradise. He ran out of the mountain arena... encountered many crises along the way and came to this prophesied land.

"We have gone through so many dangers together, why did we fall here..."

His tribulations hardened his mind.

But now, Arthur still felt that his eyes were red and his nose was sore. He murmured, tears had already filled his eyes and were about to fall uncontrollably.

at this time.

"Idiot Arthur!" A calm voice accompanied by a thin cough sounded from his arms.

The young man quickly lowered his head and happened to meet a pair of eyes as beautiful as a deep pool in autumn.