* Boom! *
* Rumble! *
Another tremor that sounded like a landslide came from another direction!
Thales shuddered violently. He heard a few strange voices.
"Sada, Loksaada!
"Sel, Sel, Sel Rikai!"
In the next moment, a few similarly withered and terrifying deceased souls that were also shrouded in black fog suddenly appeared from the top of the rock wall. However, their bodies and appearances were very different!
These deceased souls were also surrounded by black fog, but most of them were huge and had bulging muscles. The style of their clothes did not resemble those of the Empire, nor did they resemble those of Northland.
Their eyes were also pale white, but their noses were even taller, their teeth sharper, and their rotten and withered skin was also darker.
However, something surprising happened.
The souls of the deceased … The strange souls of the deceased that had just arrived were howling in a language that Thales could not understand towards the deceased soul Cain Camur and its companions.
"Creuri … Sel … Sel …"
This situation appeared in every corner of the cave. Almost every new deceased soul that arrived on the 'battlefield' from top to bottom was usually a deceased soul with a unique form. They all let out the same terrifying roars at the deceased souls on Cain Camur's side.
The black fog continued to spread in the air, and the number of newly arrived deceased souls also gradually increased.
Thales stared at the scene before him in astonishment.
"Enough." Silver Shadowman let go of Thales' shoulder and said faintly,
"Stop."
The silver light on his body turned into something that looked like a barrier and covered both of them.
"It's here."
Finally, a low roar that sounded like a thunderclap rose from almost every corner, and it resonated with the surrounding rock strata.
"Creuri …"
"Scana, Nadaleis …"
The low roar continued. A huge decaying arm that was as thick as a human's thigh slowly emerged from the top of the rock wall and climbed up the rock strata.
As the low growl gradually grew louder, the owner of the arm slowly pulled its entire body out of the rock wall. Its enormous body even occupied most of the entire rock wall, until it raised its equally enormous head. Under its deathly pale eyes, it opened its enormous black mouth.
Thales widened his eyes.
An anomaly that was different from the pitiful deceased he had seen so far appeared before Thales' eyes.
'This is also a deceased soul,' Thales told himself anxiously.
It was a giant dead soul that was so strong that it was almost the size of three people.
It floated in the black fog of the curse. Its appearance was strange and out of proportion. Its white eyes were very small, its nostrils turned outwards, and a terrifying scar ran across half of its face. It even cut through half of its lips, making its teeth protrude and making it look even more terrifying when it roared.
Its whole body was surrounded by several rings of beast teeth ornaments. With the support of its rotten and withered limbs, it roared madly at the cave.
[Nadaleis!]
Its roar seemed to have shaken all the souls in this cave!
The souls of the deceased who were originally surrounding Thales and Silver Shadowman in the cave turned around, as if they had given up on Thales and Silver Shadowman.
They flashed their claws, which were covered in black fog, at the new souls of the deceased that kept increasing in number. They responded with shrill howls as well. [Ahhhhh! Kill, kill, kill them all!]
Even though the newly arrived foreign deceased souls were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, under the leadership of the giant leader, they responded to the other party's provocation with even more excitement and fury. A few of the deceased souls with unique physiques even used their grayish-white and rotten upper arms to beat their chests. Their howls even drowned out the other party's.
[Sel, Sel, Nadaleis]
The most unique deceased soul, General Cain Camur Linka, turned his head around with a ferocious expression. He stared at the newly arrived gigantic deceased soul without showing any signs of weakness. His pale eyes were filled with strong emotions.
[Bastard …] There was an inexplicable hatred hidden deep within his Ancient Empire's language. [Bastard]
In the next second, the giant deceased soul that was the size of three people and had a terrifying face also had a twisted expression on its face. It let out a deafening roar. [Sel]
The moment it finished speaking, it swung its strong limbs and pounced towards Cain Camur from above!
The black fog all over Cain Camur's body trembled. It faced the new enemy without taking a single step back!
[Come on, Ice Bastard!]
The two leaders were not the only ones. More and more new deceased souls pounced down from the rock walls above. They invaded the narrow space and pounced towards Cain Camur's old deceased souls in midair.
A new battle had begun.
Thales watched as a gigantic new deceased soul descended from above. It screamed fiercely and pounced on a deceased soul in the form of an old man. In a fit of madness, it bit down on the deceased soul's neck!
The old deceased soul screamed in pain and uttered words whose meaning could not be understood. [Ahhhh!]
A ball of black fog instantly spread out from its wound.
However, this victim immediately started fighting with the other party. He pierced his bare hands into the deceased soul's chest!
It used all means, including its teeth and limbs, to diminish the other party's existence.
The new deceased souls seemed to have been infected with madness. They did not hold back at all. The deceased souls on Cain Camur's side also pounced forward without hesitation and retaliated fiercely!
The entire cave was instantly in chaos!
'This is …'
Thales watched the scene of the deceased souls killing each other with a pale face. He suddenly realized that the word 'Cel' from the new deceased souls sounded very familiar.
A second later, he recalled the relevant content.
In the military history classes of the Northland nobles, there was a compulsory subject to learn — the orc language, especially military orders.
And 'Cel'. That was … Thales stared in disbelief at the new deceased souls whose bodies were terrifying even though they were beyond recognition. 'That was one of the glacial orcs' military orders to attack. It meant:
'Kill, massacre, murder.'
'Or, in a more direct and cruel manner,' Leave no survivors'.
'So …'
The Sin of Hell's River in Thales' body slowly faded away. He continued to stare at the frenzied battle between the two groups of deceased souls in the cave.
"Didn't you … Didn't you want to use me as bait to lure them away and run away yourself?" Thales, who felt that he had escaped a disaster, asked the person beside him in surprise.
Silver Shadowman turned his head to the side, as if he did not care to answer.
The playful ball of silver light shot out from Silver Shadowman's head mischievously. It bounced around to form a few words.
[Mischief. Bad taste.]
Thales' small face instantly darkened.
The existence of the new deceased souls made the cave appear even darker. But for a moment, no deceased soul paid any attention to this small corner.
"Alright, but … what is that?" Thales quickly forgot about his displeasure and pointed at the newly arrived large deceased soul who was fighting against the general in a daze.
"It is also a deceased soul under a curse," Silver Shadowman answered him readily.
"But it is another one.
"Its soul is tenacious, and its will is terrifying. After it is imprisoned and polluted by the curse, it is even more difficult to deal with than our General Linka."
Thales turned his head around anxiously. "But why are they …"
Silver Shadowman nodded.
"You know, there is something very interesting." The other party's voice sounded a little relaxed at that moment. "Under this terrifying curse, even though these deceased souls are muddle-headed, they are still unable to separate themselves from the world they were born in.
"Some of their most deep-rooted emotions and obsessions are not only impossible to forget, they become stronger and more deformed. They have already broken away from their memories and situations, leaving only their feelings and instincts.
"For example …" Silver Shadowman gestured at the chaotic battle with his chin.
Thales carefully observed the new, strange-looking deceased souls and suddenly came to a realization.
"Allow me to introduce them." Silver Shadowman pointed at the large deceased soul that was adorned with a beast tooth.
He said softly, "Nossada Dark Thunder.
And its hundreds and thousands of orc companions. "
Thales' thoughts stirred.
"Dark Thunder? Orc? "
Silver Shadowman nodded again.
"I heard from a dead person that it was a warchief of the Dark Thunder Tribe.
"It was also one of the glacial orcs who wreaked havoc in the south after the collapse of the Ancient Empire. It was also the culprit behind the hundreds of bloody robberies in the Northland Province." Silver Shadowman was silent for a moment before he continued, "Before it died in the joint ambush of the Northlanders and the Mountain Elves, people used to call it the Raging Hammer."
'Raging Hammer.'
Thales stared at the deceased orc named Nossada from afar. He watched it fight like a wild beast and the flustered General Linka, who was forced into a pathetic state. He seemed to be deep in thought.
"It is easier for you to remember your enemy than yourself."
Silver Shadowman snorted softly.
"This is why I, who was originally in danger, can still stand here and watch the fight leisurely with you, while they can only mindlessly kill each other over there."
Silver Shadowman turned around and raised his index finger at Thales.
"Using all means to divide and weaken your enemies. This is what war is."
Thales frowned. He noticed that the silver light had started to jump above Silver Shadowman's head again.
"As if."
"From the first day I opened my eyes here, I have been searching for a way to keep them in check and suppress these deceased souls." Silver Shadowman shook his head slightly. "This is one of the results."
The silver light continued to jump. This time, it showed a lot more words.
"It's not like that."
"I was beaten up badly on the first day."
"I pretended to be a female deceased soul and escaped."
Thales averted his gaze from the silver words and stared at Silver Shadowman, who had the demeanor of an expert, with a strange expression.
'Is that so?
Pretended to be …
'Ahem.'
Thales tried his best to put away his boring thoughts and shifted his attention to the scene in front of him. Two deceased souls, who were wrestling with each other, flew a meter away from them. As they screamed in pain, they turned into black fog and dissipated.
"How ironic. This is clearly the world after death …"
He looked at the increasingly intense fight in front of him and sighed. "But struggles and conflicts have not disappeared."
Thales watched a fierce human deceased soul bite off half of an orc deceased soul's face. He shook his head. "Between deceased souls … they are still as incompatible as fire and water.
They are still as incompatible as fire and water.
They repeat the hatred and pain from when they were alive.
They just turn the mortal war into a war of deceased souls. "
This time, Silver Shadowman did not speak.
He focused on the field, as if it was the most exciting show.
"We should leave before the mountain elves come to join the battle," he said faintly a few seconds later.
Thales was startled. "Elves? There are elven deceased souls here? "
"Yes." Silver Shadowman crossed his arms and snorted coldly. "Compared to humans and orcs, the souls of those long-eared elves are more unique and troublesome. I'm not very good at dealing with them."
Silver light automatically appeared above his head and formed a sentence.
"Because he pretended to be their female leader."
"And he was recognized."
Thales once again cast a strange glance at the great figure who had died a long time ago beside him.
This made Silver Shadowman, who had long since felt that something was wrong, feel rather uneasy. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Thales averted his gaze from the top of his head and shook his head in denial as if nothing had happened. "Even elves are not spared …"
"Yes, this curse is quite fair." Silver Shadowman paused for a moment before he nodded slightly, as if he was sighing.
"At least it is never racist.
And we really should go. "
In the next second, Silver Shadowman suddenly grabbed Thales' left arm and pulled him backwards!
Thales was shocked. Caught off guard, he fell backwards!
Bemoaning his bad luck, he was prepared to have the back of his head crash into the rock wall, but he only heard a faint rumble behind him. He felt that he was being dragged all the way, and the souls of the deceased who were fighting endlessly in front of him became smaller and smaller in his field of vision.
About ten seconds later, Thales finally let go of his arm. He was let go.
Thales crawled up from the ground in a disheveled manner and realized that he had stepped on a new place.
Even though he was under Silver Shadowman's' illumination ', the so-called' new place 'was just another piece of rock under his feet.
When Thales raised his head, he was shocked to see that the two rock walls in front of him were slowly closing up, and the battlefield of the deceased who were fighting against each other disappeared from his sight.
He blinked a few times.
'Just now, Silver Shadowman brought me … through the rock walls?
'What kind of power is this?'
Everything he had seen in the past few hours — the deceased souls, Silver Shadowman, the curse … Every single one of them far exceeded his imagination.
Amidst the faint rumbling sounds, the rock walls closed up seamlessly, as if there had never been a crack in the middle.
"Go," Silver Shadowman said slowly.
"You should go.
Go back to the world you truly belong to. "
Thales, who had been watching in a daze, snapped out of his daze.
The prince swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Ah, yes."
'Yes.
'I should …
'I should go.
'There are still many people … waiting for me.'
Thales took a few deep breaths. When he thought of the road ahead of him, his heart became gloomy.
"If I am still here, can I leave?" He looked at Silver Shadowman hesitantly.
"As long as you want to." Silver Shadowman nodded calmly.
The rock formation began to tremble again.
"And after today, I will block all possible entrances and exits from this place." As the rock formation trembled, Silver Shadowman shook his head slowly. There was a gloomy and sorrowful tone in his voice. "The Black Track will be cut off.
"No one else will be able to enter this place safely anymore.
"No one else will be able to enter the dark path by mistake.
"No one else will be able to witness such sorrow.
"You will be the last person."
The light on Silver Shadowman's body was slightly brighter. He stared at the dark cave in front of him and did not say a word.
Thales felt stifled.
But when he looked at Silver Shadowman's face, and at his features, which were as dark as before, he could not say anything.
"And you, Jadestar, you must keep this secret in your heart, or just forget everything about this place."
Thales was stunned. "What?"
"To avoid attracting even greater trouble." Silver Shadowman shook his head.
"You must know that not all those who come for the curse are here to get rid of it and get rid of it."
Thales spent three seconds to understand "even greater trouble". He raised his head in puzzlement.
"Then, this so-called 'Curse of the Iron Blood King', these souls of the deceased … will they continue to be buried deep in the Black Track, under Dragon Clouds City?"
Silver Shadowman asked in return.
"What do you mean?"
Thales recalled the ghost faces that appeared in layers, and he immediately felt nauseous.
"Sealing the Black Track might be a good way to stop the people above from coming down, but the general said," he said worriedly, "One day, they will …"
Thales glanced at Silver Shadowman and said in a low voice, "Return to …"
Silver Shadowman did not answer.
"Don't forget about your Arunde Castle, Dragon Clouds City." Thales stared at him and said hesitantly, "There are thousands of people living above our heads, and even the entire world of the living."
Silver Shadowman slowly raised his head and stared back at him.
"Even someone as powerful as you seems to be wary of this curse," Thales asked with a worried expression. "And if the curse continues to grow stronger, these souls of the deceased will one day …"
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