MTL - Return of the Dead [Holo]-Chapter 45

This is probably the most painful battlefield cleanup done by King's Landing.

In the old days, clearing up the battlefield was always a happy thing. After all, every clearing up of the battlefield represented a victory in the battle, which also meant that there were a lot of spoils.

But this time the battlefield was cleared, apart from seeing the tragedy and death, no amount of spoils could pull people out of this clinging sadness.

Mo Ran quietly opened the loot box of the Three-Tailed Scorpion King. As a first-level world boss, the loot is naturally very rich. However, among the many loot, Mo Ran only has a backpack with 16 grids. And a scorpion crossbow.

Scorpion Poison Ballista: An exquisitely designed metal ballista. Although it is small in size, it has a very powerful lethality and is a must-have weapon for assassination. Long-range attack power 25-55, strength +10, agility +14. 10% chance to inflict scorpion poison on the target, resulting in continuous blood loss for 8 seconds and a 30% reduction in mobility.

Mo Ran put the scorpion venom crossbow in his hand and looked it up and down. This crossbow is not very big, but its weight is not light. When it is worn on the wrist, it is just right for attacking Yes, not only that, the color of this crossbow machine is a kind of dark blue, which can be fully hidden in the dark night. It is indeed, as its description says, a necessary weapon for assassination.

For Mo Ran, who has rich combat experience, she actually has no occupational restrictions. She is not only very proficient in melee attacks, but also has rich experience in long-range attacks. What's more, both melee attacks and long-range attacks have their own advantages. If it were another person, it might not be possible to control the two completely different fighting styles, but for Mo Ran, this did not become any problem.

If you have to say that this crossbow has any problems for Mo Ran, then it is that it is a single machine. In terms of heavy industry lethality, it is not as lethal as a double machine or a two-handed bow. , if you want to make up for this lethality, the best way is to find another stand-alone machine.

However, this is a nitpicking opinion. Any weapon, any fighting method is not a problem for a senior dead like Mo Ran who has a very high fighting awareness and extremely rich fighting experience, because she can turn any shortcomings into advantages. .

Immediately, Mo Ran put the scorpion poisonous crossbow machine into his arsenal, and called other people to pick up other spoils.

The three-tailed scorpion king is lost in the sunken mud

However, the quieter the moment, the more depressing it is, especially when the corpses are lifted out of the mud and placed on the drier shore, this kind of Repression was at its peak.

Mo Ran stood quietly beside these corpses, looking down at their faces that had long since lost their vitality. Her face was as calm as water, making it impossible to see what kind of thoughts were in her heart.

He Yu stretched out his hand and gently wiped the mud off the face of a dead body. He stood up and glanced at Xue Changfeng who was still kneeling in the mud in the distance. Feeling so desperate, he couldn't help feeling a little unbearable, he walked up to Mo Ran's side, reached out his hand to touch her, and asked in a low voice: "President, is he okay?"

Mo Ran seemed to come back to her senses at this time, she raised her eyes and glanced at He Yu, her eyes froze with an indelible ink color: "What do you mean by something?"

He Yu was so questioned that he couldn't say a word. He thought for a long time before saying, "This result is not what he wanted."

"Can dead people accept this reason?" Mo Ran looked at He Yu with an indescribable mockery in her eyes. After a few seconds, she finally curled up her lips.

This time, not only He Yu was speechless, but even Xie Lang, who had come over to intercede with Xue Changfeng, was also speechless. He shrank his neck and dared not speak a word.

The current Mo Ran is too frightening. Although Mo Ran is always aloof, but now Mo Ran is completely an evil star who blocks and kills gods and Buddhas. Xie Lang gave Xue Changfeng a sympathetic look, deeply moved I feel that today's matter will not be so easy to settle down.

Not only that, Xie Lang even realized another thing. If Xue Changfeng can't handle today's affairs well, not to mention whether he can continue to stay in King's Landing, it is estimated that the chances of going on among the dead in the future may be very slim. .

When the last member's corpse of King's Landing was cleaned up, Mo Ran immediately gave the order to take all the corpses back to the guild's residence, and all the dead present shouted in unison: "Yes. "

Then I saw the dead who were still able to move, and each of them carried or hugged these warriors

Xie Lang tied a dead body with a rope behind his back, and he was still holding a dead body in his hands. He walked at the end of the team and followed the big team. He walked a few steps, but he stopped, and he looked back. Look at Xue Changfeng.

Xue Changfeng still knelt in the mud like a sculpture, motionless.

Xie Lang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but He Yu pulled him away.

Xie Lang looked up at He Yu, He Yu just sighed: "There are some things that need to be figured out by yourself, and you need to go over it yourself to truly overcome this hurdle. You and I can't help him."

He Yu was right.

However, Xie Lang still had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The playground in the camp has been cleaned up one by one. In the most spacious place, Mo Ran asked people to take out all the fuel stored in normal times, and piled up a big burning firewood pile on the playground. Then , all the bodies of the dead were placed here one by one.

One hundred and thirteen corpses.

The corpses of one hundred and thirteen dead were neatly stacked on top of the firewood. Their skin was pale, and their bodies were wounded after battles, like medals of glory. They lay there quietly, as if It was the same as coming to this world quietly.

Mo Ran stood in front of this large group of corpses, her eyes were a little moist, and she seemed to have returned to the most tragic moment of the dead family back then, when all the members of the family were forced to commit suicide.

And he committed suicide in the cruelest way, just to destroy his own heart, just to let himself have a little bit of dignity when he died.

The blood from back then was intertwined with the paleness now, and Mo Ran couldn't tell the difference. She squinted her eyes, and her body trembled slightly.

He Yu and Xie Lang, who had been standing by her side all the time, were keenly aware of her emotional turmoil, and this kind of turmoil made people feel infinite sadness in their hearts under such circumstances.

He Yu asked, "Are you okay?"

Mo Ran shook her head, as a response to He Yu's words, she turned her head and lifted a bottle of high-strength white wine from the altar on one side, bit off the cork, raised her head and took a sip into her mouth.

The spicy taste made Mo Ran's eyes even redder. She reached out and wiped the wine overflowing from the corner of her mouth, looked around at all the dead, took a deep breath, and expressed her concern with an unprecedented level of caution and earnestness.

"Today, we stand here and hold a funeral." Mo Ran said as she walked slowly towards each corpse placed in the middle of the venue. Wipe the mud off your face.

"This is the first funeral of our dead, and it is also a rebirth." Mo Ran's voice was very clear, and it slowly slipped into everyone's ears along with the cold night.

Outside the garrison, a man covered in mud stood quietly in a hiding place, his hands were hanging limply by his side, listening quietly to Mo Ran's voice, it turned into a hot brand, bit by bit engraved in his blood , engraved in life.

"I know that each of you is not very clear about your own identity, or you were not very clear about your own identity at one time. This kind of unclearness makes you have no idea what your position is. So, today, in front of everyone My fellow clansmen who have died, I will tell you clearly, and please remember all of this clearly."

"We are not humans, I am the dead."

"Maybe we used to be humans, but at the moment of the end of the world, we all died under the attack of zombies without exception, and then we were resurrected, so please remember, we are not humans, we were once dead Those who lost, our family was once a life taken by zombies, and then we are a race chosen by this world."

"There are countless people who have died under the attack of zombies, but only a very small number of them have become dead, and others have become zombies. Therefore, in the eyes of humans, we are not of the same race, we are zombies. In the eyes of zombies, we are not of the same race, we are mutants, in the eyes of orcs and elves, we are not the same race as them, we are a dirty trick of this world."

"There is a saying among human beings, people who are not of our race must have different hearts."

"This sentence is true for any race."

"Do you know why all other races hate us? Why all races can't tolerate us?" Mo Ran suddenly laughed softly as she spoke, "Because we are the dead."

"Do you know what the dead represent to other races?"

"The dead represent endless life and immortal power. Is this an advantage? No, this is the sword of Damoris hanging over our heads, and it is the poison that kills us all the time." She smiled lightly, but the corners of her mouth were filled with endless bitterness.

She suddenly raised her hand, pointing at the dead body, "And what are they?"

After being silent for a while, all the people in the venue responded in low voices: "It's the same family."

Mo Ran shook his head.

"No, they are our future."