Chapter 337 Pocrates
The skeleton family is also one of the types of magic servants that wizards like to use. w . v m) However, wizards prefer to use soul-gathering skeletons as demonic servants, and use necromancy to stuff specific souls into the skeletons. In this way, the souls can use the skeletons as their residence and interfere with the material world. The little red behind Flora is actually a soul-gathering skeleton, but it is a bit more special, it is a soul-gathering skeleton originating from the nightmare world.
For the soul-gathering skeleton, the soul is the body, and the skeleton frame is the clothes, and the clothes can be replaced under certain circumstances.
It can be said that although the soul-gathering skeletons belong to the skeleton clan, they are actually a clan created by wizards. The dead soul skeleton is different. It is a naturally formed skeleton family.
Generally speaking, the starting point of a Dead Soul Skeleton is higher than that of a Soul Gathering Skeleton. As for the future limit, it depends on the individual's destiny.
"Will there be dead soul skeletons in here?"
Angel raised his head and looked at the giant python opposite, and to his surprise, he caught a hint of doubt in the python's eyes.
Could it be that the python didn't know what was going on in the coffin?
This is interesting.
While Angel was still thinking about it, he suddenly smelled a strong smell. It was not the rotten smell in the black water lake in the deserted village, but the pure smell of blood.
As the coffin shook violently, a stream of blood flowed out from the side of the coffin lid!
"There is blood in the coffin. What song is this about?" Angel frowned. The blood means it's not a skeleton. What could be inside that?
When Angel was full of doubts, a strange voice suddenly reached Angel's ears.
——"This is my blood."
This voice was old and simple, and it was the most charming voice Angel had ever heard. It seems to have traveled through time, from the primitive and dense forests of the ancient wilderness, to the mountains and the sea, crossing the boundaries of time, and coming here just to talk to you.
As this voice sounded, a breeze suddenly blew from the plains. The shining dandelions around them began to sway one after another, and balls of shining light rose up from the ground. Surround Angel and the giant python.
Angel raised his head and looked at the giant python, and found that its golden vertical pupils had a hint of fatigue: "Are you talking?"
The python nodded.
——"Take him out of here and save him."
The voice has a magical charm, gently instigating the eardrums, with a fascinating intoxication.
Just listening to this voice, Angel felt inexplicably relaxed and peaceful. It seems that its voice has a magical power that can calm everything.
Such a wonderful and perfect voice, without any fluctuation of magic power, can actually soothe people's hearts? This was definitely the nicest voice Angel had ever heard, and even Tuo's eyes were filled with admiration for the giant python.
But this sound seems to come at a huge cost. After the giant python finished saying this, he became exhausted and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Is it painful for you to speak? You don't have to speak, just nod or shake your head to answer me." Angel asked.
The python nodded.
Angel's heart suddenly became clear. No wonder the python never answered: "Instead of asking me to bury this coffin, you asked me to take it away? And then save the... people inside?"
The giant python nodded with hope in its eyes.
Seeing the python nodding, Angel's heart arose with doubts. Is there anyone alive in this coffin? Are they the remnants of a deserted village? That’s not right. How could it still be alive after nearly a thousand years?
"Are the coffins filled with the remnants of a deserted village?" For this reason, Angel specially explained the meaning of "deserted village".
At the mention of the deserted village, a trace of sadness flashed in the giant python's eyes, but he still nodded.
"Are they really the survivors of a deserted village? That was a village that was destroyed a thousand years ago... It's unbelievable that they have survived for a thousand years." Angel's last words were not only about the survivors in the coffin, but also about the giant python in front of him.
Angel speculated that there might be another reason for this. The giant python said that the blood in it belonged to it, which meant that it had been using the blood to hang the lives of the people inside, but the blood of a wizard-level monster would never allow an ordinary person to live for a thousand years.
Therefore, there is something strange about the person in this coffin.
"Why does it keep jumping like this? Can I open this coffin?"
The giant python also had doubts in his eyes, but he still nodded.
...Even the python doesn't know why the coffin suddenly became active? This thing feels more and more complicated. But despite this, Angel's anxious heart was relieved. At least judging from the current situation, the python really didn't seem to have any intention of becoming his enemy.
After getting the consent of the giant python, Angel continued to maintain the state of "Wan Yu Xing Xing" and slowly opened the coffin lid with his magic hand.
The lid of the coffin was not fixed, and it was obvious that the python was constantly changing its blood. With a gentle lift of the magic hand, the coffin lid was easily lifted.
At the same time, the person in the coffin struggled even more fiercely. Angel saw that the coffin was covered with extremely fishy blood, and a bloody man bound by vines was struggling crazily.
Angel couldn't see clearly the appearance of the man in the coffin, but through the outline of the pool of blood, he could see that he might be a "young" man.
But Angel was more concerned about the appearance of the coffin bearer. This man had crazy eyes, but when he looked at him, he was slightly timid.
Angel was no stranger to this look.
"Is he being parasitized?" Angel asked in a low voice.
After hearing these words, the giant python reacted greatly. It originally collapsed on the ground, but now it curled up and looked at Angel with stern and cold eyes:
——"Why do you appear in Pocrates? Who are you?"
Different from the spring breeze-like voice before, this time the python's voice was extremely cold, like a bone-piercing sharp knife pressing against its throat. Even the shiny fluff that originally surrounded them became colder at this time, and if they were not careful, they would turn into hidden arrows and be cut into pieces.
"Pocrates, is that the name of a deserted village?"
The python was silent for a moment and nodded.
Angel somewhat understood the python's current thoughts. The python seemed to have been guarding Pocrates, so he knew very well that Pocrates was actually unmanned. Therefore, his arrival is both a hope and a threat to the giant python.
The so-called hope is the hope of the coffin bearer. The so-called threat is that Angel's identity is a threat.
"I am a wizard apprentice who accidentally fell into a plane. Later, by chance, I came out of a passage in Pocrates." Angel said this and took out the bone card from his bracelet: "Although I don't know if you I know you, but this is proof of my identity. I come from the barbaric caves of the wizarding world in the southern region."
The giant python glanced at the bone card and said nothing. Angel didn't seem to know what the bone card was, and he didn't care. He put the bone card away and pointed at the man in the coffin: "As for parasitism, we also have parasitism there, so I understand his general situation."
After Angel finished explaining, the python's eyes were still full of disbelief, and the cold aura around him made Angel shudder.
Angel sighed helplessly and told everything about what happened in the dusk, his unfortunate fate of falling into the plane, and his departure from here. As for his relationship with the colorful dragonfly, Angel did not hide it, but he changed his story and said that it was Teacher Sanders who left a magical "mark" in his body, a wizard on the path of second-level true knowledge. His mark has boundless power, and he used it to control the colorful dragonflies, and he was lucky enough to escape from the plane.
After saying this, although the giant python still had distrust in his eyes, Angel was really at his wits end. It was impossible for him to reveal all the connections between his personal affairs and the nightmare world. This was not only his secret, but also Sangre's. Des repeatedly issued a ban. Their lineage is based on nightmares, and many things are secret and cannot be told to others.
Angel: "You can also see that I have no intention of being your enemy. And at my age, do you think I will be involved in the destruction of Pocrates?"
After saying these words, the giant python thought for a moment and then nodded slightly. It was precisely because Angel was too young and had absolutely nothing to do with Pocrates, and because it saw the people Angel was in the burial lake, that it brought Angel here.
"I know you still don't believe it, but there is nothing I can do. But my mentor will cure his parasitism. If you let me go, I will take him to my mentor and ask him to save him." Angel road.
Angel specifically pointed out that all the official wizards in the Dusk Well were parasitized. Only Sanders, who has greater power and takes the path of true knowledge, can save the man in the coffin.
To this end, Angel also specially demonstrated the power of the "mark".
He walked to the coffin and looked at the tied man struggling. Angel shouted: "Stop what you are doing!"
As Angel shouted, the coffin man looked at Angel in fear, and finally slowly stopped struggling.
This is the function of the identity of "Sawa" and has nothing to do with the unnecessary "mark".
Angel relied on this hand to suppress the parasitized Duke Teqiu at dusk, so he was very familiar with it.
The giant python saw that the coffin man slowly calmed down his struggle. Although he was confused, he also felt a sense of awe for Teacher Angel. It has seen wizards, so it knows how powerful a wizard who follows the path of true knowledge can be.
Only then did the giant python slightly let go of its hostility and collapsed on the ground exhausted.
"I will take him to find a mentor and I will definitely save him from parasitism."
——"Thank you." The giant python tried his best to murmur in a low voice.
Seeing the giant python slowly lowering its guard, Angel breathed a sigh of relief, and then tentatively asked about the way to leave.
The giant python did not speak, but pointed with its tail to the unfinished road outside.
Angel's eyes showed joy, and it seemed that this time the situation was clear.
Next, Angel began to slowly communicate with the giant python, but he used gentle words. In the process, Angel also got a lot of information, and he found that the giant python was not indifferent, but like a wise old man. Even if it didn't speak, Angel could sometimes tell him just by looking at it. Understand a lot.
From the mouth of the giant python, I learned that the deserted village was called Pocrates. It was a place where a group of secluded doctors did research, and it was regarded as a holy place for doctors. Then one day, disaster struck. A mist passage opened in Pocrates, and at the same time, a group of evil uninvited guests also visited.
These evil uninvited guests are none other than colorful dragonflies.
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