Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

The first feeling when entering the third prison is that it is dilapidated. If Lin Hun’s room has a skylight, this one is open to the sky and the entire ceiling has collapsed.

Most of the iron bars in each cell have rusted away, and gravel of varying sizes is scattered on the ground. Mummies lie on the ground in groups of three or two, blending in with the surrounding dust, with only some faint outlines visible.

From this scene, it is clear that the third prison was established much longer than Lin Hun’s prison. All the people there are dead, so there is no way to squeeze any money out of it.

Lin Hun even walked through every cell without giving up. Every time he stepped down, a footprint appeared on the spot. A gust of dust flew up, and fine dust filled the air under his feet, sticking to his red soles.

As an ordinary undead, Lin Hun's clothes were just a piece of rag like his cellmates. As for shoes, he had never seen a single pair of shoes even though he had encountered so many zombies. Lin Hun himself didn't know what the hell was on his feet for so many days. In order to keep moving forward, he instinctively chose to ignore this situation.

He looked around the entire prison, not a single spot of light. Everything was hidden by the wear and tear of time. He also did not find anything strange and protruding like the pair of eyeballs in the second prison.

The first time he encountered three prisons, he gained nothing. Lin Hun could only complain helplessly in his heart, "Poor bastard."

After completing the exploration of the three prisons, Lin Hun returned to the intersection of the three corridors and walked close to the wall towards the depths of the separate corridor in front of him that intersected into one.

Although the corridor was dark, it was only dark on the surface. In fact, it was not deep. After walking for dozens of steps, bypassing the collapsed rubble, passing through the gaps between the ruins, and stepping on the sewage in the sewer, I finally climbed up the escalator and the view in front of me suddenly became clear.

In the dilapidated courtyard, a spiral sword was inserted diagonally into a pile of bones in the center of the courtyard - the bonfire.

Lin Hun was very familiar with the things in front of him, but he didn’t know if this bonfire had the ability to teleport?

Due to the age of the game, the first generation of bonfires did not have the teleportation function, and it was only available after obtaining the king weapon, which was already in the middle and late stages of the game.

The running map of the first generation of the game can be said to be long and boring, which can be described as a journey of 365 miles. Recalling that when he died in the initial development, he was running for his corpse and was ambushed and killed by a loser in the corner. Not only did he lose his soul, but he had to run the map all over again. Lin Hun felt that his fists were hardened.

At the beginning of the second and third generations, the bonfire had the ability to teleport, and according to the time of the game, at least a thousand years have passed.

"I must have the ability to teleport. I don't want to look for the king's weapon again." With his heart trembling with excitement, Lin Hun touched the spiral sword.

His eyes went dark and he roared in his heart just before he fainted.

"Fuck! There's a dog!"

I don’t know how much time has passed. It seemed as long as a century, but also like just a short moment. A burning pain came like a tide, severely impacting Lin Hun’s drowsy consciousness.

The pain was like a sharp sword that pierced through the endless darkness and pulled him out of his deep coma.

"Fuck, it's on fire!?" The first thing that caught Lin Hun's eye after he opened his eyes was a ball of burning flame. It was so close that it seemed to be burning directly on his face.

Lin Hun thought that he had been burned as firewood without realizing it. He was so scared that he jumped up and waved his hands wildly in front of his eyes, trying to put out the fire.

"Huh? It doesn't hurt?" Lin Hun's mind was still a little unclear after he woke up. After a moment of panic, he gradually came to his senses. There was something wrong when there was only fire but no pain.

At a glance, he found that the flame was actually the bonfire in front of him. Lin Hun remembered that the bonfire had been extinguished before, but now it was burning inexplicably.

There is no doubt that there is a problem here, but to Lin Hun who knows nothing, everything is just wishful thinking and a waste of brain cells. There are more important things to do now.

Lin Hun could not express his joy, his eyes fixed on the spiral sword stuck in the flames. There were very few records of this weapon in the game, and it could not be used as a weapon. At best, it was just a prop for free and lossless return to the city.

But is this really the case? How can a weapon that can serve as an anchor be passed down from one generation to three generations simply be so simple?

Through touch, Lin Hun saw that countless undead had touched this spiral sword. Someone was touching it every moment in the past, present and even future. The time in Lothran was disordered, and this sword divided all the time into fragments while linking them together.

The information was complicated but it was just general information registered, mainly the moment of large-scale contact, and Lin Hun was not prepared when the contact occurred, which caused him to fall into a coma. At this time, he should be thankful for his good habit of exploring the map and clearing the field, otherwise he might have been chopped into pieces.

At the same time, Lin Hun also learned about the production process of the spiral sword. Although he didn't know the principle, he could still learn it by following the example. In the future, he could find a place to make two spiral swords, which would be like carrying a campfire with him so that he could return to the city at any time.

And the spiral sword is also a key, a key to open the Firelink Shrine.

Lin Hun sat cross-legged, leaning forward and reaching out to touch the spiral sword. The moment his fingertips touched it, it was as if a light had been opened. A yellow mist gushed out from the flames with a bang, enveloping Lin Hun.

It seemed that he was completely isolated from the outside world. Lin Hun felt that his body could not move. His eyes kept moving as he looked around curiously, and all he saw was thick fog.

As the fog completely dissipated, Lin Hun was finally able to move his body. He stood up and looked around, and then he found that he had come to a huge square similar to a sports field.

The two-story steps are built in circles around the square, one inside the other, made of huge stones, and surround the square from low to high.

At this moment, Lin Hun was standing in the middle of the square, holding the spiral sword in his hand. The red flames licked his palms, bringing warmth but no pain.

"Hey! Uncle, who are you?" Lin Hun asked curiously, looking at the white-bearded uncle beside him.

The old man's naked upper body was bulging with muscles, his hair was scattered behind him and had turned white like his beard. His rough appearance did not make him look old. He wore a pair of thick gloves on his hands and held a sledgehammer in one hand, constantly hitting the spiral swords of Lin Hun's men.

"!" He seemed to be unaware of Lin Hun's arrival. His sudden voice scared the uncle, and he instinctively punched Lin Hun's head. The fist was already in front of his face just as the wind sounded in his ears.

"My life is over--" Lin Hun's reaction speed increased but his physical fitness could not keep up. He could only watch the fist getting closer and closer. Just from the sound, he knew he would not be able to bear it before it touched him. He could only pin his hopes on the campfire, hoping that he could be resurrected like in the game.

Lin Hun was ready to sacrifice his life, but the fist unexpectedly did not hit his face, but stopped right at the tip of his nose. The wind from the fist scratched several long and thin wounds on his cheek.

"Boy, how did you get here?" A man's deep voice sounded. For the sake of his life, Lin Hun forced himself to move his gaze away from his fist and stare into the man's eyes, not missing any clues.

"How would I know? I was just in prison, lighting a bonfire, and never thought I would end up in a place like this." Lin Hun felt wronged. He thought he was the first to discover it, but he didn't expect someone was already there. Was this considered breaking into a private house? Would he be killed?

The man's years of experience told him that the person in front of him was not lying, and only the undead could light a bonfire. Although he didn't know how this person came to this gap, he must have his own unique way.

"You look like a rookie just out of prison," the man didn't bother to care about Lin Hun.

He had encountered many undead creatures, and they were like indestructible cockroaches, but they were just difficult for him to kill.

"I don't know how you got here, but you'd better get out and continue your pilgrimage. Time waits for no one," the man said, reaching out his hand to touch the spiral sword.

The reason why he came here was because he noticed some changes in this unmonitored sacrificial site. Now it seems that it was the kid in front of him, but the changes came and went quickly. If that kid wants to go on the Fire Transmission Road, he will see him again sooner or later.

"Uncle, wait a minute, can you tell me where this place is?" Realizing that the man had no ill intentions, Lin Hun boldly grabbed the man's hand. He already had some guesses about this man in his mind.