Chapter 2241 Bad News

As long as it wasn't for a king-level expert to take action personally, nothing would happen to Donghuang.

So there is no need to say any unnecessary words, just say goodbye properly.

It's all a matter of familiarity, and there's nothing to feel sad about.

It’s not like I’m not coming back, so why bother?

So Qi Le, Yue Xi'er, and Yue Shuangxue had a midnight snack together and then returned to their bedroom.

Then the barrier door was opened.

"This is the third time. I don't know what kind of god it will appear in this time."

Qi Le did not hesitate, just sighed and walked into the barrier door.

Somewhere on the outskirts of the Warcraft Forest.

Here, there is a small manor with a two-story wooden house.

The cabin is in the style of a stilted building, with a courtyard in the front and a vegetable garden in the back. It looks like the residence of a secluded master.

However, what was supposed to be an elegant scene was ruined by the skeleton soldiers surrounding the manor.

These skeleton soldiers, wearing tattered armor, holding old weapons that would surely be infected with tetanus if struck with a knife, and with Hellfire burning in their eyes, made this place look particularly eerie.

In the courtyard of the manor, a middle-aged man holding a long sword was half-kneeling on the ground.

The long sword was stuck on the ground, supporting the middle-aged man's body, but it couldn't stop the blood flowing out of his chest.

What's even more terrifying is that the blood flowing from the middle-aged man's body turned out to be shockingly black.

It's obvious that the color appears after being poisoned.

"Snapped--!"

Opposite the middle-aged man, a man wearing a robe, his face completely covered by the shadow of a hood, kicked away the mask that fell in half at the middle-aged man's feet.

"I really didn't expect that the legendary Dragon-Slaying Sword Master would live in seclusion in a place like this."

The man in the robe said sadly.

However, there was no hint of surprise in his tone, as if he was coming for this middle-aged man.

"Damn Hall of the Dead, you are still as despicable as ever! Shameless!"

"What kind of hero does poisoning make you?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and made a deep sound from his throat.

With the poison in his body, no matter how strong he was in the past, he is just a lamb to be slaughtered now.

However, even when death was approaching, the middle-aged man did not choose to surrender. Instead, he relied on the support of the long sword, gritted his teeth, and stood up from the ground regardless of his physical condition.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."

"Dragon-Slaying Sword Master, we in the Hall of the Dead have always behaved this way, why should we be compared with you, who are upright and upright?"

The man in the robe smiled carelessly, and there was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at the middle-aged man.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him has been completely eroded by the death toxin unique to the Hall of the Dead, which has spread all over his body, there is no possibility of living anymore.

However, nothing is certain, and it is better to deal with it on the spot.

So as the man in the robe made a thought, the skeleton soldiers surrounding him immediately came up.

Although the skeleton soldiers' movements are a bit slow, their combat effectiveness is not strong.

But when it comes to actual fighting, the endless number alone is enough to give people a headache.

"kill!"

The man in the robe made a gesture on his neck with his fingers.

The result was naturally no surprise. Facing so many skeleton soldiers, the middle-aged man had no hope at all.

Such things as silk blood counterattack usually only exist in imagination.

What fighting power does a person who is about to die from poisoning have left?

"Another one has been dealt with. These heretics who resisted the Temple of the Dead should all die."

The man in the robe snorted coldly and was about to leave.

But at this time, a sudden change occurred.

"ah--!"

"You damn Erbi system, can't you just put me on the ground!? Do you have to appear in the sky?!"

Along with an angry curse, a figure fell from the sky and hit the ground hard.

The location is just outside this manor.

“Boom—!”

The man in the robe was so shocked that he froze on the spot and did not recover for a long time.

"What is going on? Why did someone suddenly fall from the sky? Is he dead?"

"Cough cough cough..."

A choking cough came from the smoke.

The figure falling from the sky is naturally Qi Le who came to this world through the barrier gate.

Opening the exit of the barrier gate in the sky is a systematic traditional skill, and it has long been expected by Qi Le.

But what should be scolded should be scolded.

"Still alive?"

A hint of astonishment flashed in the man's eyes.

After falling from such a high place, he still survived. How terrifying is this guy's physical strength?

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Thinking of this, the man in the robe suddenly became alert.

The surrounding skeleton soldiers also gathered around and raised their weapons, just waiting for an order.

"Ahem...I still want to ask you, who are you?"

While Qi Le was talking, he was fanning his hands in front of his face, trying to blow away the smoke and dust in front of his eyes.

Although with Qi Le's current physical strength, nothing would happen even if it were dropped from the sky.

But who would want to play like this?

"Who am I?"

The man in the robe frowned and said coldly: "You don't even know about the Hall of the Dead?"

"Why do I need to know about the Hall of the Dead? When I hear the name, I feel like it's not a good thing."

Qi Le replied with some doubts.

Could it be that the greatest force in this world is the Hall of the Dead?

So which god does this world believe in, the god of the dead?

To be honest, after seeing the skeleton soldiers surrounding him, Qi Le thought of a class - the Necromancer.

If we insist on counting this class, it can actually be classified into magicians, and then subdivided into summoners.

However, because of the evil attributes of the Necromancer, neither magicians nor summoners are willing to admit the identity of the Necromancer. Instead, they classify the Necromancer into a separate category.

This is very interesting.

That's why Qi Le feels a little confused now.

System: "Host, this system has some bad news to tell you."

"Is it bad news when I come here?"

Qi Le frowned, feeling that today might not be an auspicious day.

But now that we have come, what can we do?

彳庍口巴……

"You tell me, I'll listen."

Qi Le could only choose to endure it silently.

System: "There is more than one kind of power of faith in this world. This system suspects that this situation may be caused by a conflict between the gods who collect the power of faith."