Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

But it's not a big problem.

Recalling the look of Weiwei rolling her white eyes and being confused that day, the corner of Sheldora's mouth curled up into a smile.

Soft, glutinous and creamy, fragrant and delicious, Weiwei is really delicious in every sense.

In fact, Sheldora prefers to be passive than to take the initiative. That day, Weiwei was like a hungry tiger after eating a drink mixed with drugs by mistake.

I really want Weiwei to treat me roughly...

Imagining Vivi's cute face with a stern expression, and then stepping on her body with her tiny feet, Sheldora couldn't help but raise expectations.

"Ms. Sheldora, how did you meet my dear teacher?" Atala asked curiously.

"On the holy day... I was an exhibition owner. She was a nun sent by the temple to serve me. Seeing that my products were unsalable, she helped me improve my image..." Recalling Weiwei's smile, the female mage's nervousness gradually disappeared. Speaking has also become smoother.

"And then taught me how to dress myself, taught me a lot of things..." A blush gradually appeared on Sheldora's face, her breathing became heavy, and her slender legs were clamped tightly.

"It really looks like something a gentle teacher would do..." Atala narrowed his eyes while saying this.

Not right.

It's not like a reaction to thinking of a friend.

She had seen Sheldora look like this in her mother, the Countess, and when she learned that her father was coming back, her mother would have such a strange look.

The mother's missing father's expression appeared when the female mage talked about Weiwei, which aroused Atala's vigilance.

"Excuse me, can you tell me what other things you have taught? I'm curious what areas the teacher is proficient in besides etiquette..." Atala squinted and smiled.

"I also taught..." Sheldora recalled the hand-to-hand combat skills she learned from Weiwei, and she couldn't help spreading her fingers when she thought of this.

Atala looked curiously at the right hand of the female mage.

I saw that the index finger and ring finger of the right hand, which were not wearing a ring, were bent together, stretched at [-] degrees to the palm, and then repeated this action continuously.

Weiwei once lost her mind and clamored "let you taste the power of my golden finger" after taking the medicine by mistake.

And when Sheldora learned this movement and used it on Weiwei, the little nun lost consciousness for a short time.

"What does this gesture mean?" Atala didn't understand it, and the little maid was also puzzled.

"No, it's nothing... This is a secret between us... Well, I can't tell you." The female mage realized that this kind of thing is not suitable for publicity, so she stopped talking.

All of a sudden, the alarm bells in Atala's heart rang.

There is a secret teaching between these two that I don't know about!

However, no matter how Atala asked about the request, Sheldora kept silent.

Atala pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, looking at Sheldora also began to dislike her.

When the teacher comes back, I must ask her. What the female mage has learned, as the teacher's dear student, the future lord, and the teacher's pet dog, can't I learn it?

A sense of crisis arose in Atala's heart, if one day I lost my teacher's favor...

Dear teacher, although you always call me a cute puppy, but a puppy can also turn into a wolf one day...

At the same time, Weiwei, who was watching a play at the Breeze City Theater on Cuiyu Ling, sneezed loudly.

"The weather is getting colder, let's add another coat." Klein took out a thick coat from the dimensional bag and put it on for Weiwei.

"Thank you." Weiwei thanked politely, and turned her gaze back to the drama in the theater.

The play tells the story of a beautiful woman. Although she looks beautiful, she is promiscuous everywhere. One day, she is finally captured and imprisoned by her angry lover, and finally dies a miserable death...

It's hard to imagine that this is a story that the elf screenwriters came up with.

The heroine seems to be brother Cheng from another world, but the ending is not a classic hatchet.

Weiwei shrugged, what's the matter, the person who made up this story is simply sour.

Brother Xiaocheng died early,

Brother Cheng laughs that you are getting less every day.

Chapter 81 Chapter 78 The dungeon is full of ghosts and ghosts, and people's hearts are unpredictable

Buckcollar, Ancient Ruins, Dungeon Area

"Look, here is the first mention of a world called Eberron, '...from Eberron's...organizer, she claims to be a historian...hoping to exchange...' Tsk, these damn things Adventurer, this slate should have become a precious historical material, but now it can only provide a few words!"

The dwarf scholar resentfully put down the broken half of the stone slab. This stone slab was found by chance on the road. The surrounding area was empty and there was no treasure. in place.

However, there are obvious traces of man-made damage.

The gnome scholar knew without a second thought that the adventurers had done it.

"If I say that the ruins should not be open to those untouchables, I don't know how many precious historical materials have been destroyed!" The dwarf scholar was indignant.

The knight in charge of guarding him has a different opinion: "Mr. Scholar, you don't know that the danger level of the ruins is decreasing year by year under the joint development of adventurers. Without them, I'm afraid we will face several battles every time we enter the ruins." Fierce battle."

"Besides, the kingdom has obtained the most precious thing, so there is really no need to spend a lot of manpower and material resources to block the ruins every year."

"The most precious thing? Is there anything more precious than history and culture? Ignorance, vulgarity!" The dwarf scholar scolded the knight.

The knight smiled and even claimed yes, but he was cursing this old thing in his heart.

"Hey! Teacher, come and see this corridor!"

A call came from a distance, and the dwarf old scholar hurriedly ran over with his short legs.

"What's the matter? What's new?"

"We found a mural, which seems to be related to religious belief." The stone in the hands of a human girl wearing thick glasses shone brightly, illuminating the entire corridor.

Text and language are not static, and he can tell from the carved text on the mural that this is the text of the colonial era.

The dwarf old scholar showed a frenzied expression, and couldn't help saying happily: "Now the historical blank about religious beliefs in the colonial era can be filled!"

He hurriedly put on his reading glasses: "Let me see..."

Despite the gnome's linguistic prowess, the murals had been honed over time and he had trouble identifying them.

"The evil of the world, the heart of retrospect, the lord of shadows..." His face changed again and again, and he began to wonder if the ancestors believed in evil gods?

However, combining the murals and intermittent text notes, he began to understand.

"This is about the battle of the gods... The ancestors of the colonial era brought their beliefs from various worlds, and the gods converged. The originally barren world of Seren began to be under the watchful eyes of the gods, but later they discovered that the world of Seren It actually already had the original indigenous gods... Under the leadership of the gods, the colonists defeated the indigenous gods... and so on..."

The dwarf scholar suddenly widened his eyes.

"The King of Coldness?!"

"What?!" Exclaimed voices came and went.

The King of Coldness, that is, Olein III who was corrupted by the evil god, this name is familiar to everyone in the Kingdom of Jotun. It started more than 40 years ago and ended 12 years ago. The severe disaster brought by the King of Coldness It can be said to be hardworking.

But the point is, why does his name appear on murals thousands of years ago, maybe even in the colonial era?

"Teacher, you just mentioned the King of Coldness? Could it be that you misunderstood it?"

The dwarf scholar shook his head seriously, and beckoned all the historians in the expedition team to come over. He pointed to the place where the name of the King of Coldness appeared: "Look, it says 'The King of Coldness gathers ghouls, Ordered them to devour their own sacred bodies, so the ghouls were no longer weak and timid, they overcame their desires, stood together with the colonists, and jointly resisted the flesh and blood army of the alien gods...', from the literature , The King of Coldness seems to be the group god of undead creatures, of course, this is just my personal guess, please speak up now."

A human bald scholar observed the murals again and said slowly: "Given that the King of Cold has left a rich and colorful stroke in the history of our country, I don't think we should only refer to the murals here."

He paused, and continued: "Although there is only a short picture, it can be seen that the cold king on the mural has a close relationship with one of the undead creatures, one of the ghouls, and our fallen king decades ago , Olain III, he is also inextricably linked with undead creatures, he even once cast a curse on the entire southern region, causing a large number of undead creatures to quickly appear in the entire area."

"I was wondering if the unknown evil god who induced the fall of Olain III could be the cold king on the mural!"

Everyone's thoughts were wide open, and after careful consideration, they felt that it made sense, but...

"I have an objection. If that evil god is the cold king, why would he allow Olain III to use his title?"

"Maybe Olain III became the incarnation of the cold king, I think this is very possible..."

Scholars chattered fiercely.

At this time, there was a terrifying collision sound.

"What's going on?" The scholars suspended the discussion, and the guards of the national expedition stepped up their vigilance.

"The source of the sound is deep in the dungeon, um... It seems that two giants are fighting." The wood elf scout with long ears listened to the ground for a while.

"...The 1st and 2nd teams of the dungeon investigation team will first investigate the sound source, and the others will build a safe base with me. Today's exploration progress is here for the time being." The captain of the national expedition team thought for a moment and issued an order. The scholar They didn't have any objections. When they really encountered danger, they would spare their lives more than anyone else, and immediately the whole team began to act in an orderly manner.

And in the depths of the dungeon, there are two behemoths that are pouring their terrifying power on each other, and as they wrestle and collide, violent noises spread throughout the dungeon.

One of the behemoths is a sturdy giant with hot skin and a faint red light, which is the flesh golem.

The golem's body was damaged in many places, and the skin that was originally as tough as steel had festered in many places, exposing the hot muscles inside.

This is the first time the flesh golem takes real damage.

Black's dead fish eyes were full of anxiety.

Although they cautiously explored the hall at the end of the passage, they accidentally disturbed the guards here—a group of severely decayed wardens.

In Blake's eyes, it is clear that these organs are too corrupt to be able to take effective actions, but they frequently bring fatal attacks, just like zombies that have been infected by negative energy for a long time.

They even use negative energy in a superficial way, and their rotting arms are filled with disgusting black air.

Although the traps were vulnerable to the golem's blow and were quickly wiped out, every scratch they made could cause the golem's surface to fester.

After the authorities were cleared, they heard voices from unknown sources. The language was not well understood, but it felt like a common language.

As the ground suddenly sank and rose again, a huge decaying construct appeared in front of everyone.

The decayed construct directly attacked the crowd, and the golem fought with it. Although the fleshy golem had always had the upper hand and prevented the construct from harming the crowd, the golem had no time to take care of the situation of the crowd at the moment.

The movement of their battle attracted undead creatures lurking in the dungeon. As time went by, zombies were looming in the darkness where the torches couldn't reach...

"Damn!"

Even though caltrops and balls had been placed around the entrance, the terrifying amount still made Black's scalp tingle.

Black cursed and ordered everyone to quickly smear the holy water purchased with a lot of money on the weapons. In the absence of priests, this method can help them easily deal with undead creatures.

The client watched with cold eyes, and had no intention of using the magic items in the dimensional bag to help the adventurer out of the siege.

The mix and match of caltrops and balls makes it difficult for zombies to move. Adventurers have enough time to paint their weapons. The reason why they didn't paint them in advance is because the holy water has a limited time outside the container, and it is usually prepared for the battle.

Black didn't say anything about the client standing by and doing nothing, which was their duty.

As the zombies began to cross the area covered with caltrops and balls, the adventurers immediately rushed up to kill them quickly. They maintained their formation to maintain mobility and take care of each other to avoid falling into the disadvantageous situation of being besieged.

When the zombies roared and approached, the weapon smeared with holy water could kill these low-level zombies with just one blow. The strong vitality of the zombies could not play a role under the suppression of the holy water.

Undead creatures killed by weapons smeared with holy water will slowly disappear like ashes, which also avoids the unfavorable terrain caused by the accumulation of corpses.

Time passed, and when Black failed to reduce the zombies to ashes with his sword, he realized that the effectiveness of the holy water had passed, and now there was no time for him to apply the holy water.

The golem continued to fight the construct, and Black could only encourage his teammates to keep going.

The corpses around began to increase, and the zombies stepped on the corpses of their companions to launch attacks. The terrain advantage made the adventurers start to shrink their formation. As they continued to retreat, the space was continuously compressed, and the team finally began to suffer injuries.

Shouts of pain and terror echoed.

A zombie in tattered chain mail and wielding a rusty longsword stabs a teammate in the stomach, and Black prays he'll survive to return to treat a tetanus infection.

Blake withdrew his gaze and focused on the surrounding enemies. He kept using his long sword to resist the attacks of skeletons and zombies to avoid falling into the same situation.

Finally, things turned around.

As the golem punched all over the core area of ​​the construct, the flesh golem stepped on the steps that heralded victory and instantly broke through the siege of the undead creatures.

"Finally..." Blake breathed a sigh of relief.

Golems are invincible, and the strong vitality of undead creatures has no effect at all under the huge tonnage gap and size advantage.

Punch a bunch of kids.

All turned into Zombie Sauce and Skeleton Powder.

"Fortunately, you are here. It is a great honor to hire you." The client's flat voice came, but the reaction in the scene that should have been celebrated was so flat.

"Maybe you want to celebrate, but I think we should move on." The client looked at Black seriously, "I don't want to delay any longer."

Blake shook his head. "Ma'am, my teammate just got hurt. He needs to be bandaged and rested."

Client: "After completing the task, there is plenty of time to rest. Don't let me push you again and again. I don't want any trouble between us."

"No, I think you should rest now." A voice came through, and a wood elf male with wheat-colored skin came out of the shadows, "I think you should explain why you are still here when the ruins are blocked. The swaggering exploration here interferes with the exploration of the National Expedition, and you should all be punished.”

After Blake and the client exchanged glances, they looked at the Wood Elf and explained sincerely: "I'm sorry, we are a team that has been exploring the ruins for a long time. We went deep into the dungeon as early as the month of the scorching sun. You know , there is no enemy encountered along the way that can be dealt with in ten days and half a month."