Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 001 Return to the World

In the dark passage, the group of people slowly moved forward with the faint light of the fluorescent stone. Knowing that there was a terrifying crisis ahead, whether it was the devil sandworm or the cursed guardians of the ruins, they could easily kill them!

The scattered footsteps echoed in the passage with the sound of heavy breathing, as if they were hitting the hearts of everyone. The regret was like the fear at this moment, constantly fermenting in their hearts, and it would not take long to swallow them completely.

The group of people did not notice that at the end of their team, a half-naked, lifeless young man...

Tyron has been following this team for a while, and at the beginning, these people would still talk to each other. But since one of them was captured by a living zombie just now, no one was interested in talking. However, according to their previous conversation, Tyron also understood the whole story, but he still had many questions about himself.

This is a ruins expedition without official authorization. The funder hired these mercenaries, historians, and explorers at a high price to explore this ancient ruins located below the desert. When Tyron was still a living person, he also heard of the term Eternal Night King Capital. Legend has it that it was a city created by the demigod Desmond on the desert, which was extremely prosperous and was the trading center of the entire Eternus continent.

Later, due to unknown reasons, the Eternal Night King disappeared overnight. At the same time, the Eternal Night Magic that covered the entire desert was also lifted, and the extremely hot desert once again became a natural ditche that divided the continent.

Currently, there are less than ten people left in the team that Tyron follows, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for them to leave the ruins. And Tyron himself gradually recalled everything...

According to his memory, he was the fourth prince of the Emerald Empire and was sent by His Majesty the King to the west of the mainland to negotiate with the Norman Empire as an envoy, hoping to open up a safe trade route in the desert.

But halfway through, he was attacked by the knight responsible for protecting him and fell on the yellow sand...

"I should be dead... Yes, I'm dead, my body sank into the remains with the quicksand. It was this group of people who broke into the remains and activated the curse that made me resurrect in this state." Tyron remembered everything, and at the same time understood that he was not a living person at all now.

Most of his body is filled with yellow sand. Although he has strong perception, his movements have become a little slower than ordinary people.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart: "As a time traveler, I have lived for more than ten years and achieved nothing, and died outside. I should be the most failed time traveler, right? However, since I can still wake up, even with the body of the undead, I must seize this last luck!"

Thinking of this, he silently recited the word "system" in his mind.

The next moment, a series of text projections appeared in his blurred vision.

【System activation successfully...Warning, system abnormality, some functions cannot be turned on normally】

Name:Tyron

Race: Undead

The Soul of Hero: None

Hero Skills: None

Attributes: Strength 19, Agility 21, Intelligence 17

Health: 550

Magic value: 320

All: The tree of life seeds affected by the curse of the undead, the initial resource package of the night elves

Resource: 0 gold coins, 0 life source

Treasure: None

The seeds of the Tree of Life were affected by the curse of the undead? Tyron couldn't help frowning. But just such a slight facial movement caused cracks on his forehead, and a little gravel fell off.

Fortunately, there was no mirror, otherwise Tyron wouldn't know if he would be scared by himself.

The team was already on the verge of collapse, and Tyron just kept up halfway, not knowing what they had experienced.

Just as he was considering whether he should act alone, a strange sound suddenly came from the front.

The originally silent team started to riot again.

"Damn it, are they those ghost things again? How can we get out of this ghost place!"

"Be quiet, Rogers, do you want to just go back empty-handed?"

"If I could go back, I wouldn't mind... Anyway, one of my hands is empty." Another man who lost one of his arms barely interjected in a relaxed tone.

Rogers grabbed his head irritably and said, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! We shouldn't come to this ghost place at all."

"Hey, optimistic man, why don't you want to order good ones? For example... Didn't Sunny ask you to take good care of his wife before he died? This is the job you dreamt of. Hahaha..." The one-armed man said and laughed.

But no one else laughed and even developed some hostility towards the one-armed man.

Tyron, who was following them, suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a mark on the neck of the one-armed man.

He had never seen that mark, but he knew what that mark represented - it was also a curse, a curse that transformed creatures into guardians!

Tyron, who was resurrected by the mysterious curse ritual, had a lot of information about the ruins in his mind. But no matter which piece of information, he emphasized the horror of this place. The powerful witchcraft spell power was almost everywhere, the nearly immortal guardian of the ruins, the living zombies wandering everywhere, and the countless devil sandworms...

Why are these people here? Just a simple adventure to find treasures? That's really too expensive!

Although this group of people accidentally activated the ceremony to allow themselves to "resurrect", Tyron knew that these people were not intentional and would not be grateful to them. Following them, one was to see if they could find a way to leave here, and two was to be naturally curious about their purpose.

"Listen, there seems to be footsteps."

Although Tyron is no longer a living person, his perception ability has been greatly improved. He actually "heard" the footsteps of the leader for a while. But he was a little surprised that the footsteps were not from the guardian of the ruins, nor were they living zombies.

The unknown situation made him choose to retreat and completely hide himself in the darkness.

The remaining people in the expedition team took out their weapons and prepared to fight. They could not look back because there were zombies and guardians of ruins in the back, and they would die once they encountered them! The enemies in front were still unknown at present, at least they did not look like zombies and guardians of ruins in the back.

Soon, Tyron saw clearly what they were. They had huge eyes, collapsed noses, and a bloody mouth. They were green all over, and they also held bone sticks similar to baseball sticks in their hands, and a few of them had stone sticks.

"Gomin? Why is it here?" Tyron was a little confused. Goblin is a human-like race and is almost extinct on the mainland. How could he live in this underground ruin?

Moreover, the entire ruins are full of zombies and guardians, and no creature can get close to them. How did they survive?

The expedition team, which was almost exhausted and had less than ten people, fought with more than a hundred goblins, and there was almost no suspense in the outcome. Tyron did not care too much about the life or death of these people. Since there were goblins in this place, this direction should be the way to leave.

The goblin cannot live in the ruins, it can only be around. His primary purpose now is to leave this place, at least return to the ground, in order to carry out his plan.

The tree of life, which should have been planted for a long time, has undergone a change due to his own delay. He must deal with it as soon as possible, otherwise he may lose this part of the resources.

He didn't know how long he had died, but it should be quite good to see how corrupted his body was.

Chili and durian said
Chapter completed!