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Chapter 171 Weird Town
"Did something happen to those towns that held evil rituals?"

As early as when they first got the news from Bridger, Lando and Claire analyzed that there must be something strange about these places, but they didn't find anything after they checked, and the arrangement to deal with the archbishop was coming to an end. , The two thought that this problem could be solved by capturing the archbishop, so they didn't delve into it, and now the trouble broke out.

"Let's go, let's go to the nearest location to check the situation!" Lando said in a deep voice.

Claire nodded, reached out and pointed forward, opening a portal.

Every time he saw Claire's move, Lando felt a little envious. He glanced at the [Royal Skywalker (Purple)] talent that had been in the system for a long time.

The two came to a plain area, and in front of them was the ruins of a small town. A small stream passed through the town. full of weeds.

A trace of black aura emanated from the ruins of the town. Looking carefully, the source of these black auras was the shadows of former townspeople wandering in the town.

These shadows appear translucent, seeming to have no self-awareness, and have been repeating their actions before they were alive, with a blank expression on their faces.

Children are chasing and playing, running around.

The old people seem to be sitting on rocking chairs basking in the sun, but unfortunately there are no rocking chairs, only those old people are rocking back and forth out of thin air.

The peasant women scrubbed their clothes downstream in the creek, but what was strange was that they had nothing on their hands.

The hunters seem to be going to hunt, but it seems that because they can't leave the town, they can only keep wandering near the mouth of the town.

…………

A ghost rushed over and was pinched by Claire.

After a while, he said solemnly: "Expanded! The range of activities of these shadows has expanded!"

"Ok?"

"When the town first mutated, those hunters couldn't reach the area where they are now wandering, and the rate of expansion is a bit fast, and the most important thing now is that we don't know how many mutation sites like this there are!"

Lando said: "In short, let's see if these evil ritual towns can be eliminated."

The moment the two entered the weird town, the shadows of all the townspeople stopped their movements at the same time, and turned their heads towards the two strangely. Some even turned their heads 180 degrees because of the angle.

The two waited for a while, and found that the shadows were only looking at him without any other movements. They looked at each other and started walking in the ruined town.

Their goal is very clear. According to Bridger, evil rituals generally place sacrifices in the center of the town. Although the sacrifices have already been dug away, the most likely place for the strange source is undoubtedly there.

When the two came to the small square in the center of the town, they saw a palm-sized fuzzy phantom floating above a one-meter-square pothole, constantly emitting strange powers that affected the entire The town is even expanding.

"It really is that evil ritual!"

"Try to see if it can be removed."

After some research and experiments, the two found that ordinary elemental power cannot affect the fuzzy phantom at all, and only light, death and some special powers can play a role.

'A finger of death! '

Following the Lich's attack, the power of the finger of death dispersed the blurry phantom, the strange power lost its source, and the shadow in the town also lost its support and began to dissipate slowly. The black aura lost its source and also slowly disappeared.

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While Lando and Claire were researching the eerie town, greater changes and turmoil unfolded throughout the world.

In the territory of the empire, a prosperous small town has been located here for more than 200 years. Because of its superior geographical location, the town has developed very rapidly, and it is almost reaching the standard of a small town.

Legend has it that 200 years ago, this place was invaded by the dead, and the former town was destroyed. The current town was built on the original ruins, and it is more prosperous than before.

The small town is built near the traffic arteries, and it is the best supply point for merchants who walk between the big cities to buy and sell goods.

Therefore, half of the townspeople in the town open taverns and inns to make a living.

In the center of the town, there is a huge tavern. This is the best place for the mercenaries escorting the caravan to take a rest and be lazy when the caravan is replenishing. Bowl full.

Today, as usual, before noon, the tavern was already overcrowded, mercenaries and adventurers were bragging and competing with each other, and the coolly dressed maids were shuttled among the guests, and they were being licked by unruly guests from time to time. They will choose to be coquettish or angry according to the appearance of the guests and how much they tip.

The bartender was mixing the wine in a flashy way on the stage, and the bartender was very satisfied with the occasional applause from below. After all, this was the purpose of the mayor paying a lot of money to invite him to come.

"Boom!~"

The sound of the plate falling to the ground resounded in the tavern, and the guests didn't take it seriously, which is often the case in lively taverns.

Many guests looked at the maid who fell to the ground, showing interested expressions, wanting to see whether it was the maid who was not careful or a guest who was playing tricks. If the latter, it would be a good show.

The maid on the ground looked puzzled and frightened at this moment, ignoring the scorching heat from the sauce-stained barbecue on her body, and even forgot to get up.

The guests followed the maid's gaze, only to realize that it wasn't some guest who made a fool of the little maid. Not far in front of the maid, a vague phantom appeared at some point.

There was a silence in the tavern, and then there was a lot of noise.

"Dead ghost?!"

"How can there be such a thing here?"

"Get out of the way, don't be possessed by ghosts!"

"What, are there ghosts? Let me see!"

Most of the taverns in Suo Xing were mercenaries and adventurers, who had seen the world, and there was no riot.

An adventurer stepped forward boldly, drew out the long sword behind his back, a gray light appeared on the sword, and slashed at the fuzzy phantom.

His companions also took out their weapons and stood behind him, as if to support him at any time.

Many spectators around were also doing the same thing, but in order to avoid misunderstandings, they stayed away from strangers, which divided the people in the tavern into several small circles.

As the adventurer's sword light slashed down, everyone went from hope and expectation to disappointment and doubt, because the long sword easily crossed the blurred shadow.

The adventurer waved the long sword in his hand several times again in doubt, but the blurry phantom seemed to be completely non-existent, neither affected nor reacted.

"It seems that it's not a ghost!"

(End of this chapter)