There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 351, The Arrival of the Lost Home

City of Hope.

Not long after Xiao Yang returned here, he was informed of the arrival of the lost people by Lena.

Immediately, Xiao Yang prepared to meet the arriving guests.

He just looked at Xiao Yang, whose eyes were red.

Lena wanted to persuade Xiao Yang to take a rest.

Xiao Yang himself didn't take it seriously.

Beside the fountain in the center of the city.

Under the gaze of the statue of the goddess of rest and the tower of flesh and blood.

Xiao Yang scooped up a handful of clear water and splashed it on his face, instantly feeling more refreshed.

But that's not enough; it's still lacking.

He took out a Tranquility Talisman from his personal backpack.

One isn't enough, so we need two, then three.

It's like a heavy smoker having a craving.

Yellow talismans were placed on his arms.

This was done to suppress those bloodshot eyes.

Exhale.

Xiao Yang's eyes are no longer that frighteningly red, although they are still a little bloodshot.

It was also at this time.

A voice sounded in my head.

Looking up, a strange little person with a round head and limbs appeared in Xiao Yang's line of sight.

"Oh no, I forgot about that!"

I feel like I'm a bit unclean.

With an expression like that, you don't even need to think to know what it means.

The God of the Spring rolled his eyes at Xiao Yang.

"Foolish mortal, what do you think gods are!"

This period of rest seems to have given the god of the springs a renewed sense of vitality.

They even now adopt a proud posture, holding their heads high.

However, this pride quickly turned into a fit of exasperation in Xiao Yang's words.

"Then aren't you just a ball of flesh too?"

He paused briefly, his face flushing red.

"What do you know? Even if I am a ball of flesh, I am not an ordinary ball of flesh, but a ball of flesh on the body of a god."

"And you should worry about yourself. In your condition, I feel it would be a miracle if you even survived this year!"

The enraged God of the Spring began to unleash his attacks on Xiao Yang.

The damage wasn't significant enough.

In the left ear, out the right ear.

Now that I've adjusted my mindset, it's time to get down to business.

He gave a perfunctory response to the god of the spring.

"Yes Yes Yes."

A surviving resident passing by spoke excitedly.

"Hero!"

stand up.

They left in a hurry.

Xiao Yang had already witnessed the changes brought about by the God of Springs.

Now, a patch of vibrant green has emerged in a large area of ​​Hope City near the city walls, bursting forth from the earth.

Not long after Xiao Yang left, the God of Spring Water, who emerged from the central fountain's jug, fixed his gaze on the departing Xiao Yang.

"A strange and unusual fellow."

After saying this, he raised his head again, his face filled with awe as he looked at the Blood Eye Tower and the statue of the Goddess of Rest beside him.

His face was filled with fear and awe.

Their gaze lingered, especially on the last figure.

We paused at the statue of the goddess of rest.

A unique kind of complexity.

"Great goddess, I, the coward, have returned."

Its round body couldn't even bend down to make a bow.

I tried several times, but all attempts ended in failure.

It gave up struggling and let itself roll back into the flask of bounty.

He gazed at the sky, somewhat lost in thought.

Looking up at the gray sky.

"Did we really do something wrong?"

He murmured like that.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside the wine jug.

"Please bring abundance."

Beyond the Bountiful Wine Jar was the Serpent High Priestess, who had adapted to life in the City of Hope, understood what she was facing, and dutifully assumed the role of the City's agricultural steward. She was currently praying for blessings from the broken artifact, the Bountiful Wine Jar.

The sound startled the god of the spring.

"Perhaps there is still a chance."

In the center of the City of Hope, there is a three-story building near the city square where various important facilities are located.

Here, three distinct faces come together.

First, there are the rugged, muscular, wild elves with wheat-colored skin.

Then, there was a half-dragon with scales on its body and eyes that were raised vertically.

Finally, a group of human soldiers with extremely tired expressions.

They gathered here, awaiting the return of the city's true masters.

All three parties showed great patience.

Yet, his eyes and brows also carried an unyielding worry.

With a creaking sound, Xiao Yang, dressed in a black suit and holding a black cane inlaid with brass tips, pushed open the door and entered.

Her hair was simply tossed behind her head and tied up with a rope.

A sharp suit, a tall and slender figure, and a pair of deep blue eyes with a unique charm.

Extremely elegant.

Lena stayed by Xiao Yang's side.

He lowered his head slightly.

This posture was prepared by Lena for Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang felt a little uncomfortable and slightly tugged at his collar after sitting down.

He hadn't originally planned to make it this complicated.

Whether it's the attire or the subsequent negotiations.

However, Lena convinced Xiao Yang with just one sentence.

"Great knight, do you really intend to meet those willing to offer help while wearing such a scarlet suit of armor?"

These words made Xiao Yang stop in his tracks.

I glanced at my current appearance.

"Indeed, it's not really that suitable."

And so, Xiao Yang appeared here in this manner.

After sitting down.

No further words were spoken.

They sized each other up.

Xiao Yang spoke first.

With the help of this attire, his imposing presence completely overwhelmed the visitors before him.

But he was the first to speak.

A user, a simple person, an efficiency-first person.

He neither likes nor needs so much formality.

In many cases, he only needs to be clear about these two questions.

"what happened?"

"what do I need to do?"

and so.

No need for further formalities.

Let's be direct.

"Time is very precious."

What Xiao Yang didn't realize was that he had already cultivated an invisible aura of power for himself.

Under the gaze of those deep blue eyes.

It's easy to feel pressure without even realizing it.

After that, things were quite simple.

Thus, many unnecessary parts of the negotiation were omitted, and the discussion proceeded directly to the final stage.

For the Wild Elves.

"They need to let their mother tree take root in their hometown once again."

For half-dragons.

"They hope to bring real dragons back to this world."

For human soldiers.

"They want asylum."

The three parties had different demands, but fortunately, none of their demands directly conflicted with Xiao Yang's.

In a way, he was also an outsider.

An outsider who has gained a foothold in this decaying land.

As an outsider, Xiao Yang also has his own aspirations.

It's just that his demands are much grander.

"Save your own world, save the decaying land."

(End of this chapter)