Xyrin Empire-Chapter 192 - : Journey to Dark City
Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Journey to Dark City
“I’m looking for Sylvanas.”
Facing the question from the Skeleton Soldier in front of me, I bluntly replied.
“How dare you address Her Majesty the Queen by name!?”
To my surprise, as soon as my words fell, the Skeleton Soldier in front of me reacted so strongly. He immediately let out a loud shout, and the rusty longsword in his hand, which should have been categorized as recyclable trash, stabbed at me with an air of no return.
Who knew this guy was such a fanatic supporter of Sylvanas—then again, I suppose over ninety percent of The Forgotten feel the same? Miss Xi really is an idol who transcends life and death…
While my mind was chugging along with all kinds of chaotic thoughts, I used my spirit to observe the spiritual connection between the little zombie and the Skeleton Soldier in front of me. This method of one soul controlling a primary body and a secondary body was quite creative. And if I gave it some thought, it was probably quite common among The Forgotten. Many of them had suffered incurable injuries in battles during life or after death. Such damage might be negligible for a Catastrophe Soldier without self-awareness, who only needed to fight, but for The Forgotten who had regained free thought and needed their own lives, such disabilities were undoubtedly a hassle. Therefore, it made sense for them to choose other intact corpses whose souls had already dispersed as their alternative shells. However, I wasn’t sure how advanced this creative technique could become. Was it like the zombie in front of me, simply serving as an advanced artificial limb or tool, or could it truly become a vessel capable of harboring the soul of The Forgotten?
What? That longsword that’s already stabbing at me?
Do I need to care?
Seeing that the enemy in front had no intention of dodging, Zaken couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised. However, due to the bizarre mask covering even the eyes, he couldn’t tell whether the other party had forgotten to dodge out of fear or was simply disdainful of his attack. But now that the sword had been thrust, he couldn’t withdraw it, so he steeled himself and thrust the longsword even more forcefully towards my chest.
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“Crack”—the longsword, rust-stained but solid in appearance, undoubtedly snapped into two pieces.
Though the sword broke, the Skeleton Soldier who had attacked me couldn’t stop his momentum due to inertia, so a pile of high-calcium pieces wrapped in tattered chain armor just slammed straight towards me, and then…
“Bang—”
I kicked it straight back the way it had come.
I had no interest in embracing a pile of bones passionately.
Zaken was kicked so hard by me that he flew nearly twenty meters before finally stopping when he crashed into a large tree. Skeletons don’t feel pain, but Zaken felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart—which, indeed, they were about to…
I watched speechlessly as the Skeleton Soldier in front of me shakily stood up and several ribs clattered down from under his chain armor, then this unlucky Skeleton Soldier began frantically picking up the bones off the ground to reattach to himself…
“Look, maybe there’s been a little misunderstanding,” I said while trying to suppress the twitching in my face. I approached the Skeleton Soldier who was still busy fixing his bones with Anwina in tow. “I’m not your enemy. I urgently need to see Sylvanas, please show me the way. The circular corridors inside Dark City are too torturous; I usually get lost for half a day each time I go…”
Hmm, I got lost in the game—I’m not sure if the real Dark City has the same infuriating layout, but judging by the Skeleton’s reaction, I guess I was right…
Just moments ago, Zaken was pretending to fumble with his bones as a ruse to divert this absurdly strong human’s attention for a chance to counterattack. He never expected the human to suddenly come out with that—a mention of the internal layout of Dark City! This living human actually knew about the inner structure of Dark City! It was common knowledge that Dark City, built underneath the Ruins of Lordaeron, was just starting to take form, and aside from The Forgotten, no one knew the details of that place. Even the humans from outside didn’t know that The Forgotten had established a city beneath Lordaeron. Yet this human knew not only the existence of Dark City but also its general layout?!
Reflecting on the way this human spoke about the Dark Queen suggested an air of familiarity only known by acquaintances. Could it be that this living person actually knew Her Majesty the Queen?
Out of the corner of his eye, Zaken caught glimpse of the quiet ghost girl floating nearby, stirring thoughts within him. Though this human’s attire was odd, he didn’t seem to be one of those madmen from the Bloodthirsty Crusaders who blindly despised undead creatures, nor did he seem like a Spiritualist enslaving undead as his servants. The lively eyes of the ghost girl revealed that although she showed considerable respect towards the human, there was no coercive soul contract between them. This meant their relationship was that of equal partners. This fact alone was sufficient for Zaken to reassess his opinion of the human before him just a bit.
Of course, I also knew that a few words from me would not be enough to make the Skeleton believe me completely. In this world where the living and the dead stood in stark opposition, peace was unattainable. My slight deception through words had likely only piqued the Skeleton’s curiosity and lowered his guard a little, but that was enough for now.
In the end, Zaken decided to take this human and the ever-silent ghost back with him. It was clear he was no match for them. Even with the human making no move to resist, he could not win; eliminating them was obviously a fantasy. The idea of allowing an unidentified person with unknown motives to roam around Dark City was unsettling. Rather than that, it would be safer to take him to Dark City. Zaken believed that, no matter how formidable this human was, in Dark City, he would not be able to cause much trouble alone—Zaken was convinced that the powerful Dark Queen could easily control this mysterious human.
From behind me, a raspy and unpleasant voice sounded, “Living one, I hope you understand what your decision entails. The territory of The Forgotten is not as safe as you might imagine. For enemies, it’s a place of no return. I am no match for you, but in Dark City, numerous beings can kill you…”
It’s a strange feeling—clearly, the “person” speaking to me was the Skeleton before me, but the actual voice came from a Zombie standing behind me. Huh, bizarre…
After helping Zaken shove his jumbled-up ribs back into his ribcage, our very odd temporary team, comprised of a ghost, a Skeleton, a Zombie, and a living human, set out. Naturally, our destination was the enigmatic Circle City—oh, it also had the nickname Dark City.
“So, Zaken, are you sure this is truly okay?” I had learned the somewhat gloomy Skeleton Soldier’s name through conversation. Traveling through such a desolate and silent place was dreadfully boring, so I started trying to strike up a topic.
“…” The response I got was silence. In fact, apart from the serious lecture he gave me at the beginning—which went in one ear and out the other for me—this silent Skeleton had not spoken since. Was I really supposed to care about those words?
After another uneasy glance at Zaken’s comically bandaged ribs poking through the hole in his chain armor, I turned to Anwina, floating beside me, and said, “This guy’s really dull.”
“Even duller than Mistress Pandora,” Anwina nodded in agreement.
“Pandora is that dull? No way. She didn’t talk much before, but now I think she’s quite lively.”
That was the truth. Although Pandora initially kept to herself and spared no unnecessary words, even in front of me, things had changed after spending so much time together. After my… ahem, guidance, Pandora had transformed considerably. Though she still fit the silent loli type, she sometimes engaged in conversations with me.
