บท 268: Thieves of Luck

A broad-shouldered man and white-haired young man arrived at the Necro Village and saw a shocking scene.

The villagers were sitting in a semi-circle around a cut-in-half tree, which was surrounded by a circle of candles and mysterious symbols drawn on the ground.

"Please, Nymn Tree, come back to live." Lunmu whispered in the mystifying death language. "We are nothing without you."

"What the fuck?" Mars frowned and approached the villagers with powerful stomps. "Where is the heart of the Nymn Tree? Answer me!"

Hearing the voice of a strange language, Lunmu and other villagers turned around to see a pair of strangers approaching them.

Their expression was one of full anger, and they immediately stood up with weapons in hand.

"Ssea wux mrith osservor osspotih?!" Lunmu asked in pure rage. "Majak vyh zurkn saur gvykn!"

"What did he say?" Mars turned to Zero, who acted as a translator.