"Get up, get up, by the way, are you two alone? Where are the other banshees? You are from the Howling Opera Troupe, right? You Howling Banshees always act in a group, why are there only two of you left?

"Negris asked.

The two banshees looked at each other, shook their heads and said: "We don't know either. We only remember that the witch said: The storm of the soul is coming. Go to sleep. I hope you will wake up one day. And that's it now, but

It seems that we have been wandering in this land before this."

"Soul storm? What soul storm? Where is the witch?" Nigris asked urgently.

God, it's so hard. I finally heard something different from these wailing banshees. What is the soul storm? Even witches can't bear it? Why let them sleep? Can sleep resist the soul storm?

However, the expressions of the two banshees had cooled down and they looked at it angrily: "How dare you call the witch by her name? What a bold lizard!"

One of the banshees subconsciously wanted to open her mouth, but she glanced at Ange and held back. If it hadn't been for Ange, she would have had to give this bold brass dragon a fear spell.

"Well, it's me, it's me, the God of Knowledge, the Book of Brass, Ange, move me out." Among the people in the Undead Empire who are most qualified to call witches directly, she is at least one.

Ange brought out the Book of Brass, frightening the two banshees to their knees: "Greetings to the God of Knowledge, we didn't know it was you, please don't blame us."

Naturally, Nigris would not argue with them and continued to ask: "Where are the witches? Where did the witches go? Why are you here?"

The two banshees looked at each other, shook their heads and said: "We were invited by humans to attend the music festival. On the way back, the witch seemed to have received some message, frowning, and finally stopped.

Let us go into deep sleep, what about the soul storm? After we regain our consciousness, we will see you, and we don’t know where the witch has gone.”

Disappointed, it seems that it is impossible to ask more key information from these two banshees. It may be because of this that Meisha picked up the wailing voice of the lead singer here. Maybe other banshees are also here.

existed.

But more than a thousand years have passed, and some of them may have unfortunately dissipated, some have been eliminated and purified by humans, and some have been burned to death by the sun. These are all possibilities.

"Forget it, let's farm. There may be other banshees around here. Let's look for them while we're farming." Nigris said.

Ange quickly took out the Sacred Earth Hammer and threw it to the little angel. The little zombie, whose soul had been upgraded to a level, formed two huge hoes, and a group of people rushed out.

Negris turned to the two banshees and asked: "What are you going to do? Do you want to follow us? If you want to follow, you have to offer your soul oath to Ange."

These two were witches, and they were on the same level. Nigris could not force them to sacrifice their souls, but if they volunteered, there would be no problem. If the great witch did not die, he would not be blamed.

The two banshees didn't hesitate too much and dedicated their souls to the oath. Not everyone can sing the immortal music, but Ange can sing it and gave them new life. It is natural to dedicate their souls.

Especially knowing that it is already a thousand years later, the Immortal Empire has been destroyed, and I can't even return home, so I can only sacrifice my soul.

However, after devoting their soul oath, they were packed into the Palace of Rest and walked around, and then they realized that the only two people in the Immortal Empire were left in front of them.

Ange led everyone to cultivate mushrooms there happily. With gravel, clean humus, humid air, and not too strong sunlight, Siobada is simply a paradise for the growth of holy mushrooms.

After playing for two days, Luther and others became unhappy and slacked off: "It's so boring. Didn't we say we would come over and help Grandma Lisa kill that Us Principality? Why haven't you come yet?"

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats echoed in the mountain forest. A knight with several scars on his face rushed over, came to Lisa, saluted, and said loudly: "Report to your lord, the Us people are coming.

"

It was Crow who had apparently cured his disability. After reporting to Lisa, Crow turned to Ange and bowed respectfully to his chest.

It was this adult who grabbed his legs, cut them off, whittled them, straightened them like sugar cane, and then reattached them. Crow didn't feel any pain during the whole process, and he was able to walk after being reattached. It was a miracle.

But Lisa looked at the scars on his face and said with disdain: "Cro, you really don't want to treat the scars on your face? It's too ugly."

Crowe smiled slightly: "No, they will always alert me. Mistakes will lead to serious consequences."

PS: The full text of "Song of the Dead" is downstairs, written by: Tao Xiaoying
Chapter completed!