Chapter 1061 Grave Digger

The moment the illusory island intertwined with light and dark emerged, and the moment the snake-like silver light and shadow appeared, they trembled together.

The illusory silver light like a river vaguely condenses into the outline of a city.

It is beautiful, a strange city that does not resemble human aesthetics.

Immediately, a huge tower that seemed to emerge from the void emerged.

And within this silver streamer, a sliver of silver suddenly flew out and flew towards the distance.

In the twisted vortex like a burning flame, a figure stood up slightly, but the moment she stood up, her body began to collapse and dissipate.

However, she did not stop moving, the flame-like feathers behind her head swayed slightly, and a force surged to support her body that was about to collapse.

It was also at this time that a silver light flashed in front of her.

The fluttering feathers behind her head disappeared at this moment.

After a slight pause, a relieved smile appeared on Pattaya's face.

Her body quickly collapsed, turned into a shadow, and dissipated into the vortex.

And at the moment when her body collapsed, in the flame-like vortex behind her, a gloomy scene like countless ashes piled up appeared.

Almost at the same time, clumps of bloody, eerie jungles bloomed in the material world.

Ashes Manor, Diroud City.

Beside the window, the man with an elegant posture looked at the torn sky, at the scene that was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was getting closer to the scene of Dilud City in his memory, with a calm expression.

The scene of gradually turning into wasteland and ruins is so familiar.

only

At this moment, the arm he had just raised was suddenly lowered.

Glancing around, the man couldn't help shaking his head.

The next moment, his body collapsed and turned into ashes, causing him to dissipate in place.

Only one letter slipped from where he disappeared and fell to the ground.

The trees are dark red like blood.

But it is clearly standing in front of the eyes, but there is no half vitality.

The distance between the gloomy wasteland and the ruined city is not far away.

The red and black buildings were clearly stained with blood.

And outside the ruins, on the huge plain, everything, whether it was plants or creatures, was displayed in such a strange manner in the eyes of the man.

Myself, who is it?

The man's pupils dilated slightly, and he was quite puzzled that he was in this area.

He shouldn't be here.

But who are you?

Why shouldn't he be here?

The fragmented memory left the man in doubt.

correct

Suddenly, the man found a goal from his fragmented memory.

He is a gravedigger.

Wizards are such a nuisance, as are the Church.

Pieces of fragmented cognitive memories were spliced ​​together, reminding the man of part of the reason why he stood on this plain.

And when he remembered where this place was, he was even more convinced of his purpose of coming here.

He is a gravedigger.

Unlike those necromancers, he does not have the ability to manipulate corpses.

His abilities are weak.

resurrection.

Raise the dead.

Shaking his head, shaking off the envy of necromancers in his mind, the man picked up a remnant of a long-handled weapon that looked like an axe, and walked towards the center of the plain where corpses were piled up. .

On the plain, countless scavengers such as crows and vultures dance in the air.

Men are not surprised.

He had already remembered that in the previous catastrophe, nearly 10,000 people died here.

There are ordinary people, professionals, and even wizards and priests.

Tut tut.

But he didn't have any ideas.

I am just a low-level professional who can resist even seeing wizard apprentices.

All he can do is to look for corpses in the battlefield between humans and monsters or between humans and humans, and take away their items.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with trading these things for their lives.

If he gets enough satisfactory items, he will use his ability to revive the opponent.

He doesn't worry about any danger either.

Those resurrected by him will be extremely weak, and if they are left alone, they may die again in a state of being unable to move.

But that has nothing to do with him.

After a few steps forward, the gravediggers finally found some good-looking relics.

"Unfortunately, it has been bitten."

Like a wolf or something else bites.

It should be a wolf, that's right, he just came here because he heard that there was a wolf disaster here.

Turning over the rotting corpse, the gravedigger stooped and stuffed the items he had picked up into the small bag behind him, without any scruples about the traces left on the dagger that had just been thrown off the rotten flesh.

However, this thing is quite delicate.

While thinking, the man put down the fragmented ax in his hand, and pressed his hands on the half-rotten corpse.

Accompanied by the sensation of agitation, the rotten flesh and blood in the opponent's body quickly returned to life, and flesh and blood quickly grew beside the hollow skeleton.

A heart was born within that body, and with the beating of the man's heart, it also exuded a strong sense of life.

Fragmented and disappeared bones, decayed flesh and blood, and deformed and twisted skins.

The gravedigger watched the constant changes in his body, and watched the dead person recover again, but he didn't have any thoughts.

Turning around, he walked to the other end.

Beside the body, there was a heavy, thick black book.

books?

priest?

The gravedigger can probably be sure that it is not a wizard. After all, wizards and even apprentices can "automatically record" this kind of spell that can record various words and pictures, and they don't need books.

Only the clergy and those who worship will have these things.

The gravedigger walked to the black book, picked up the thick book, and stuffed it into his backpack.

And soon, he did the same action as before.

Pressing his hands on the skull of the corpse that was completely deformed due to the corruption of flesh and blood, the gravedigger activated his ability.

A black-haired youth appeared in the gravedigger's field of vision as his flesh and blood recovered.

However, soon, when the gravedigger turned around and was about to go to another place, he suddenly heard a voice:

"That book, I can't give it to you."

The gravedigger froze for a moment, then turned around.

But he soon confirmed that the sound came from the dead lying on the ground who couldn't even speak.

But, why can I understand it?

"Hey, don't you understand? That's my book. It's my Xiushi Lu's book."

The black-haired young man sat up quickly from the gravedigger's horrified expression, as if he had never been injured, let alone died.

Even, the other party showed a smile:

"It seems that you are very interested in me. As the researchee, I should also have certain exchange conditions, right?"

The man's voice seemed to come from the abyss of the valley.