The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 791 - 473: Secret Realm Skeleton

"You can go in from here."

Amber swayed and pointed at the giant tree in front.

Everyone looked at the tree.

In this wasteland, the presence of a massive tree was indeed noticeable, if not for some other trees in the distance.

There were no special markings around, and this giant tree was not much different from the others in terms of species or appearance.

After Amber spoke, she flew in on her own.

Raelia extended her hand and felt the rough texture of the bark, realizing there’s no possibility of piercing through.

Abis blinked beside her, using identification to carefully observe the entire tree.

After observing for a while using identification, she finally found a difference.

"A very skillful hiding technique, almost perfectly blended with the surrounding environment. Finding anything amiss here requires extremely meticulous and focused observation."

And in such a wasteland, with this giant tree having no distinguishing features, discovering it through observation techniques is next to impossible.

Simply put, the hidden area inside just wants to remain concealed, rather than offer any sort of puzzle-solving challenge.

As Soul Guardians, they clearly understand this.

In many past missions, there were hidden areas. Those areas were meant for the right or capable individuals to find, always providing some clues.

"Why aren’t you coming in?"

Amber’s head popped out from the bark, looking at them in confusion.

Abis took out her metal magic staff and tapped the bark.

"Let me see how to crack this. I’m not as good as Bobo at these fine works."

As the staff tapped a few times, the originally hard bark started to ripple, as if reminding everyone of the path available.

It’s like after knocking the door, it opened.

"Did you do it?" Raelia asked. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Abis shook her head solemnly.

The group immediately became alert, with Raelia and Karen leading the way inside.

There was no illusion of teleportation, but rather like passing through a membrane.

Once inside, their view widened immediately.

Judging by the surrounding environment, they were still in the wasteland, indicating that this area was indeed hidden within it.

Looking back, the exit also appeared as a tree, almost identical to those outside.

In front of the exit was a two-story tavern, standing on this desolate wasteland, looking unusually quiet.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the half-open door to creak.

"Come quickly." Amber called out.

She flew directly into the tavern.

The group exchanged glances and quickly hurried inside.

Upon entering the tavern, it appeared just like any normal tavern, with a hall greeting them.

Simple tables and chairs were arranged on both sides, and at the front lay the counter.

A person wearing a cowboy hat was leaning over the counter, head lowered, with the brim of the hat hiding his body.

Raelia slightly frowned upon seeing this scene and tapped the table beside her.

With the sound of thumping, the person merely shifted slightly, as if still not awake.

"Wake up!"

Amber shouted on the counter.

The sudden shout startled the person leaning on the counter, causing him to tumble onto the ground.

"Oh dear, little one, you have quite a loud voice. These old bones of mine can’t withstand such a jolt."

A rather old voice echoed, and just from this voice, it was clear that the person’s age was certainly not young.

The figure stood up from behind the counter.

The moment everyone saw it, their alertness rose once more, faces turning serious.

For it really was an old set of bones.

It was a skeleton structure, seemingly human. He was dressed like a cowboy, with a cowboy hat.

A ghostly green flame burned within the skull.

Just like an undead.

With the world barrier broken, evil outside creeping in, the boundary between life and death began to dissolve gradually.

On nature’s land, cases of the dead rising started to appear, with the undead manifesting.

Back then, unless done deliberately by an undead mage, naturally arisen undead weren’t common.

"Oh? Strangers."

The skeleton looked at them, somewhat surprised.

"They are Amber’s companions," Amber said beside him.

"Companions of the little fairy?" the skeleton murmured, seemingly relaxing his entire skeletal frame, "Seems like they wouldn’t be evildoers."

Saying this, he tapped the counter.

"Sit down, everyone. Although it’s been long since anyone came, I still have some wine here. Anything you wish to drink?"

The group exchanged glances, quietly approached the counter to sit down. Though still wary, they were considerably relaxed.

The skeleton’s words had reminded them.

They could trust Amber’s judgment, believe in the little fairy’s discernment between good and evil, at least more persuasive than their own.

"A glass of beer."

"No, thank you."

Raelia and Abis’s voices rang out at the same time, and then they glanced at each other.

Abis shook her head helplessly.

"Haha, don’t worry, I’m a bartender and can’t harm people with drinks."

The skeleton laughed while speaking, making creaking sounds of bones.

Soon he served a glass of beer to each, except for Annabelle.

In front of her was a type of plant-infused sake.

"Vine sake?"

Annabelle clearly recognized it.

Seeing Annabelle recognize it, the skeleton bartender was rather pleased. Although seeing such emotion on a skeleton seemed odd, they seemed certain of it.

"What an old relic? It must be my grandfather’s generation type of drink." Annabelle murmured to herself, but she took a sip.

A young elf’s grandfather... That must be a thousand years ago.

Indeed, it would be called old-fashioned.

The previously proud skeleton seemed to become awkward, then added, "When I came here, it was still trendy. Very trendy."

He coughed afterward, as if clearing his throat, if he had one.

"Now that we’ve had a drink, shall we get to proper matters? May I ask what brings all of you here?

Though this might sound odd, this is merely my burial ground, but I’m not the master of this place.

To be precise, you can consider me a gatekeeper. If you haven’t obtained permission, even though we might be friends, I still can’t let you through."

With that, he stood behind the counter, his hollow eyes burning with ghostly green flames quietly fixed on the group.