My Magical Card Tavern

Chapter 54 Sea of ​​the Dead, Sea of ​​Skeletons

This time, a large number of adventurers entered, and the vast majority of them were two-star adventurers.

Ginnell could feel his card box gaining weight, as character cards were being generated continuously through the power of the Hearthfire.

The last assassin to enter rolled over with all his might. He felt his strength returning and even his previously painful wounds slowly healing. He became anxious.

"How did these insects even appear?!"

A wandering swordsman next to him was already sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, and after hearing this, he shrugged.

"Aren't we all members of the advance team? You should have seen the unusual noises from the swarm."

"Geographically speaking, these swarms of insects emerge from the depths of the dark, dense forest."

"But visually speaking, these damn bugs look like they're emerging from the darkness."

The wandering swordsman looked left and right, marveling at the sight.

"I never imagined there would be such a place in the dark forest. It's warm and safe, and I feel like I can completely relax."

"No wonder that follower of the Holy Light brought us in; this is practically a second safe zone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wanderer activated his observation skills.

He noticed that everyone around him was looking at him like he was mentally challenged, and this strange feeling made him stand up from his chair.

"I didn't say anything wrong, the environment here is indeed very safe!"

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The captain of the Rangers, who had been his regular teammate for many years, waved his hand helplessly and sighed deeply.

"I told you before, you should come with us to the tavern more often for a drink and a chat, and listen to more rumors and strange tales."

"This place is clearly the legendary tavern."

"And old Billy in the tavern said the other day that some young people from the Mage Guild have been heading into the Dark Forest these past few days."

The captain of the rangers glanced at Genele beside him, his eyes gleaming.

"Given the personalities of those mage masters, even if they need something, they usually entrust adventurers to go in and gather it."

"It seems that those mage masters knew about the tavern's existence all along."

Ginnell exhaled, showing no fear of the curious and scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, while also ignoring a few adventurers whose minds were still immersed in the battle and whose hands remained on their weapons.

With a snap of his fingers, Giannay automatically produced glasses of fragrant beer on the tavern tables.

"What are you babbling about?"

"Want a drink, guys?"

"A free drink is the rule, but since we've all worked together to escape the swarm, I can buy you another drink."

"

Ginnell raised a glass of beer.

"Don't worry, everyone, at least the inside of the tavern is safe. You can stay until the alcohol has been metabolized and broken down before leaving."

"

"Of course, if any of you are not confident in your kidney function and might not be able to hold it in, then you should drink less."

A somewhat crude joke shattered the adventurers' guard. Most of them sat down, grabbed their beers, and drank heartily, while only a few chose to stand and drink, still retaining some vigilance.

It was at this point that their curiosity about Ginell's identity reached its peak.

The tavern owner, who is also a believer in the Holy Light, has other identities that others don't know.

The warrior, whose life had just been saved by Ginell, came over with a wine glass and generously put his hand on Ginell's shoulder.

"Come on, have a drink!"

""

Gianna clinked glasses with him and then spoke.

"Don't worry, at least the Zerg swarm doesn't know there's a tavern here."

"Of course, they follow some kind of instinct and can sense that this is a strange place."

The adventurers understood.

They didn't need to dream about going out again after a while, when the swarms of insects outside would have already dispersed. Instead, they could recuperate inside the tavern and break out of the dark forest with their reinforcements.

Thinking of this, some hot-tempered adventurers couldn't help but put their cups down on the table.

"What's going on with these bugs? I've only ever heard some high-level adventurers talk about them before. How come these bugs have somehow ended up on the outskirts?"

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The hot-tempered adventurer revealed his source of information.

By a series of coincidences, he once met a traveling adventurer who had been traveling all over the continent of Pangaea and had already reached the level of a four-star swordsman back then.

That adventurer had also ventured into the Dark Forest, and before leaving, he had a meal with a few adventurer friends he had only recently met.

The swordsman warned his friends not to venture deep into the dark forest unless necessary, as it was infested with terrifying insects.

A female archer hissed and said.

"Those insects are indeed a bit terrifying; by comparison, the skeletons on the outskirts of the Dark Forest seem rather cute."

The fear, or rather, the disgust, towards insects knows no age or gender, and the adventurers present couldn't help but nod in agreement.

An adventurer carrying a harp couldn't resist plucking the strings, attracting everyone's attention.

His profession is a bard, or rather, a support-type profession.

Simply put, it plays background music during battles, which can strengthen teammates and weaken opponents.

The bard pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"Insect-type monsters and undead-type monsters, even if you haven't encountered many before, you must know about them now."

"If you ask me, this isn't even the scariest part."

Having said that, the bard plucked the strings again and began to sing a few lines of poetry.

The skulls, like sand and sea, shrieked out the music of the dead.

They make the natural earth pale and diseased, and hang poisonous clouds over the flawless sky.

They are powerful enough to devour dragons, destroy countless laws, and silence the brilliance of life in the music of the dead.

The bard stopped what he was doing and said.

"The Sea of ​​the Dead is an extremely special phenomenon. You can simply understand it as a large number of undead creatures gathering together to act."

"Compared to the undead sea, some necromancers' hand-crafted undead scourge is just bragging, or rather, just pure nonsense."

"Under the phenomenon of the Sea of ​​the Dead, the little skeletons are nothing more than brick floors that can move on their own under the feet of other undead, and even the skeleton warriors are only fit to be cannon fodder."

"The truly powerful ones are the corrupted skeletal monsters, and you might even see the legendary undead dragons."

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The bard's seemingly random words and poems were certainly not meant to amuse or annoy anyone.

The hot-tempered adventurer pondered deeply, and after figuring it out, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, then walked straight over and took a sip with the other person.

"I hate it when you guys don't speak your minds!"

The bard strummed his harp and said with a smile that thinking more is good for your health.

Ginnell smiled, but his inner emotions were somewhat heavy.

Skeleton warriors have already joined the horde of skeletons.

Why are there no elite units in that swarm of insects?

That powerful man, who used to be a four-star swordsman, was talking about terrifying insects that could easily be wiped out by two-star professionals.