Chapter 214: It’s still me.

Chapter 214: It’s Still Me
Even though it was late at night, there were still a lot of lights on in the liveliest market in the Split Toe Clan territory.

Some of them were preparing for the upcoming daytime, while others were operating all night long.

One of the leather armor stores was also rarely closed.

The sign was carved into the bone plate at the entrance, in orcish, with a line of generic explanation below it:
“Something that cannot be buried even by the sands of the wind.”

Seeing this sign Mr. Xia couldn’t walk away.

He remembered some of the “urban legends” from the forums.

It was said that there was a set of leather armor from the “Cage” series scattered all over the Zanjar Plateau, but no player had ever collected all of them.

The owner was a Soul Priest in his youth, but later found daggers more interesting than staffs, and became a wanderer instead.

Then later, in pursuit of immortality, he sewed his soul onto the leather armor.

In this way, he tried to truly “cheat death”.

–In the Zoroastrian context, the god of death and the god of the underworld are the same thing.

The result was, predictably, to offend the wary god of the underworld, Thanatos.

So the underworld guards went out and tore the guy’s leather armor to shreds.

This sounds like a short story to teach soul priests not to just reroll (change professions), but as players relentlessly dug, they actually did find out some clues about the suit.

For example, this is jokingly referred to as “can not be buried” leather armor store, there is a magical leather pieces hidden.

In the game, but all to find the shopkeeper old man ask price, will be answered by a then version can not get props.

When the next version, really bring something, will be told that the conditions have changed.

Some people tried to get it by illegal means, only to be either stopped early by guards or step on a trap on the floor to start a riot, and then be taken away by Ursa.

Even if they do get the leather shard after all the trouble, they go back and realize it’s just common material.

However, taking it to Veritas can sell it again for a high price ……

So it became an urban legend.

For this time around, Mr. Xia thought it was rather screwed up.

Was there any less weird stuff that Heine had seen under the pupils of the dead?
What with the metamaterials and the spirit embers, they were all things that there were and only he could see and talk about.

This was a lot more fierce than the Veritas.

So, Mr. Xia planned to bring this back, maybe Heine would be able to find something.

Then, it would help him put together leather armor.

It was a “legendary equipment”!
Compared to it, even the Dragon Tooth Dagger was a younger brother!
So, he slipped in with his level 6 sneak.

The layout of the store was exactly the same as it was three years later, even the old man napping in front of the table was exactly the same.

Mr. Xia saw the leather fragment that was placed in a glass bottle at a glance.

It looked like reddish-brown bark, lying quietly in the bottle.

He was less than five meters away from the thing, as if it was within reach.

But he knew better than to rush.

A small leather armor store was full of traps.

Like a nimble flea, he skimmed lightly over a tile of varying colors on the floor.

As a repeat offender, he knew exactly how troublesome these “traps” were.

After a long journey, he finally placed his hand on the bottle.

At that moment, there was a startled gasp from behind him.

This was followed by a shuddering soul fluctuation!
Mr. Xia grabbed the bottle with one hand and swung it straight over with one hand drawing out the toilet plunger.

The plunger almost shattered in response, and bits of silver light floated in the air.

He also instantly felt the loss of “spirit”.

This was completely different from the usual slow but continuous depletion!
It was as if he hadn’t slept for ten days!
He didn’t have time to think about the situation, and in the next instant, he stepped on a floor tile with a red beast painted on it.

The red patterns were instantly activated, and heat waves and shocks came from under his feet.

Boom!
He used the force to leap high into the air, his withered dagger extended upwards and hissed out of the tent.

His feet then stepped on the flames, igniting one shed after another.

His series of movements came so quickly and skillfully that the old man didn’t even follow.

Although he recited the spell to seal the tents, he only had time to watch his opponent disappear from view.

Not only that, he frowned slightly.

The fluctuations that erupted just now were felt by even a non-spell caster, let alone a Soul Priest who lived in this territory ……

…

“Crap, how exciting!”

Thinking back to that moment of creepiness, Mr. Xia had a moment of fear.

He had already stomped out the flames on his body and reappeared into the air.

“This hidden NPC is at least level six.”

He looked back.

The flames on that tent had been extinguished, and even the holes had been patched up.

Instead, the fire was picking up around them, a mess of people shouting and movement to put it out.

At the same time, the black tent in the distance next to the white king’s tent lit up.

Then a group of men darted closer with torches.

“Ah this ……”

Although the purpose was achieved, Mr. Xia always felt that it wasn’t quite the same as he had imagined.

The people were clearly not lured out by themselves.

A level six soul priest hiding in a clan, to say that he didn’t try something, he couldn’t believe it.

Apparently, the priests here thought so as well.

The torch-carrying men and horses quickly came to that tent and started shouting.

Their voices were coarse and loud.

Although he couldn’t understand the orcish language, he knew it was swearing.

He had often heard a similar tone in the game.

Since crossing over, he had heard everyone here speak kindly.

Although they used a different language compared to the game, the timbre and detailing was exactly the same.

It was clearly something the AI had done that was beyond the level of a person mastering a different language, after all, languages affect each other.

For example, the bros now move “Straight path”, “Sister problem”, and “Put it here”.

Northeasterners are fully responsible for not saying what they should say.

While he was thinking, the priest of the split-toe clan ordered people to shoot arrows at the “buried” tents.

The latter suddenly exploded!
The tent was like a blooming chrysanthemum, with strands of cloth whipping around.

Although the priest was quick to put a shield over his body to block the wave of air, a white light came out of the tent immediately afterward and pierced him.

The priest instantly fell into a pool of blood.

There were screams from the crowd, and the nearby guards rushed up one after another.

Prodded by their anger, they surrounded the tent tightly.

“I don’t want to get into it with you, so back off, all of you.”

A circle of waves rippled out, and this realization surfaced in the bottom of his heart.

The thought of “leaving” then appeared in everyone’s mind, even Mr. Xia was not spared.

He took a few steps into the distance before escaping control and slipping back.

At least level six.

He made sure of it, a level five banishing spell wouldn’t affect him at all.

At that moment, he heard the shirtless Ursa roar angrily and appear in front of the king’s tent.

Huh?
How is it that even Xiong Ba has been startled?

Teacher Xia couldn’t help but scratch his head, “That’s not right, the brothers are in Gan Gods and Demons?”

Ursa was just as majestic as Mr. Xia remembered.

Only to see him make three big triple jumps stomping out three big pits on the ground, crossing hundreds of meters in a matter of moments.

Then, two equally stout old men floated up behind him. Previously, Mr. Xia found this scene extremely cool.

After all, he couldn t refuse to become a substitute messenger ……

But now, when he thought that this guy’s dad and grandfather were someone else’s impersonators, he was a bit taut.

Ursa summoned the Ancestral Spirit.

Ursa started with a triple roar that shook the people around him.

Ursa put three levels of gain on herself and the status was pulled full!
Urza A’d up!
The crimson claws seemed like scarlet meteors slicing through the night, dragging a long arc of light towards the opponent.

However, the old man on the opposite side swung his staff, and two white lights hit Urza’s two ancestral spirits.

It instantly backfired!

The two old white-haired Void Spirits raised their sandbag-sized fists at Ursa.

The imposing Bear Buster was instantly punched in the face.

It was not a good idea for him to fight back, nor was it a good idea for him not to fight back, so for a while he could only hold his head and run away.

“How stupid, pull away!
“Run out of the control range and then run back, he will have to replay his skills ……

“What a dish, or fight less with the priest.”

Mr. Xia hated it and sharply commented.

The truth was that not only Ursa, but all of the aboriginal ancestors lacked the experience of fighting priests.

They didn’t dare.

Players have not unlocked the profession, but they have seen a lot of it in their copies.

Suddenly, Mr. Xia heard Chief Sa’s call.

“My Xia, where the hell are you?”

“You have the nerve to ask me?”

Mr. Xia subconsciously looked towards the highest building.

Sure enough, Mr. Sa was sneakily lying on the roof.

“What were you guys up to just now, why didn’t you take Bear Buster away?”

Mr. Sa: “The brothers were busy just now, we’ll talk about it in detail later. What’s the situation here, how come the NPCs are fighting on their own?”

“The thing is like this ……”

Mr. Xia briefly introduced it.

“…… What about those two?”

Mr. Sa: “Wei said that the opponent’s aura on this side was too strong, and he felt that it was not right, saying that he should not slip away and forget about it, so he did not come over.”

Mr. Xia: “Why don’t you guys go first, finish up and you meet me in the north, I have to see the results, otherwise it’s not even good to go back and say win or lose.”

“Good.”

Mr. Sa didn’t hesitate and directly slipped away.

Brothers were never ambiguous in such matters.

Mr. Xia continued to watch the battle with great interest.

The scene was one where Ursa was at a disadvantage, but the priest’s control couldn’t be maintained for long.

If the Ancestors, who had excellent recovery, weren’t killed or crippled in a short period of time, it would be the same as if they hadn’t fought at all.

The situation was not far from what Mr. Xia had guessed.

Soon, the old man who “could not be buried” was not very good.

The two Ancestral Spirits were moving slowly, obviously struggling for control.

Ursa saw the right moment, like a bulldozer rushed straight to the tent.

The guards laid down by the old man seemed like glass walls, shattering one after another.

Finally, Ursa mang reached him.

He swung out with a claw, and the latter’s figure flew up like a rag bag.

But at the same time a white light pierced straight through his chest.

The two Ancestral Spirits that were rushing towards him suddenly twisted and disappeared.

“Awesome!”

Mr. Xia saw it.

Ursa was still being counted by this old man.

Ancestor people’s soul defense was mainly focused on their ancestral spirits, and if the ancestral spirits were present, the defense was high.

Just now, Ursa took advantage of the Ancestral Spirit’s control confusion and pulled away from the two of them, just giving his opponent the opportunity to deal a heavy blow.

It was just a pity that the old man had missed one point – Ursa’s heart grew right in the center.

“So it’s still me.”

Mr. Natsu jumped down from the tent and quickly made his way to Ursa’s side.

The latter’s left chest had a large hole broken open, but a portion of the heart in the center was still beating while being repaired.

He seemed to have seen the approaching skeleton as well, mistaking it for a guard and reaching out to him with a trembling hand.

The response was the withered dagger that stabbed into his chest.

Having resolved his opponent so easily, Mr. Xia wasn’t too excited.

After all, there was a lack of effective feedback like experience.

He removed Ursa’s two bladed fists and was about to leave when he heard a faint sound coming from him.

“Help me ……”

The voice sounded directly in his mind, just like the “leave” earlier.

It was the voice of the priest’s soul.

“Where are you?” He asked in his mind.

This time there was no answer, but a faint directional guide appeared in his heart.

It was as if an invisible thread was holding him.

Mr. Xia leaned over and saw the old man collapsed in a pool of blood.

“You’re hopeless.”

He replied honestly.

Even the dying old man froze at the sight of the words floating out of his head.

“Bring that bottle closer to me.”

“Who are you?”

Mr. Natsu asked.

The old man almost jumped out of his skin with anger:

“What’s the point of telling you my name …… Lloyd Gittler.”

Crap?

Gittler?

Mr. Xia hurriedly brought the bottle over.

In order to prevent being underhanded by the other party, he also tapped words above his head.

“I know Barry Gittler.”

“Wh, what!?”

This time the one who was frightened was the old man.

He almost didn’t die of shock.

Still, a steady stream of rich blood colors drilled out from the leather in the bottle, repairing the old man’s body.

Mr. Xia suddenly felt that this thing looked familiar ……

Wasn’t this the same thing that Heine had separated from Flathead’s soul?

Soon, the old man recovered from his near-death state.

Without waiting for his nonsense, Mr. Xia helped him carry it.

“Don’t talk, I’ll take you to see Barry.”

(End of chapter)