Anthony put on a cloak and wrapped himself tightly.
Under his crotch is a cursing undead horse: "I let you ride up because of Polk's death. When the beating is over, get away as far as you can."
"Yes, yes, thank you. After the fight, get out. After the fight, get out. Please give me some strength later. The opponent has the body of a god. I can't handle it alone." Anthony said with a sneer.
Lightning carried Ange on his back and kept glancing over curiously.
"What are you looking at, you stupid horse with horns, I will eat your soul if I look at it again." The undead horse glared at Lightning and cursed fiercely.
Lightning grinned, showing white teeth and a disdainful smile. He ignored the undead horse, but glanced at Anthony and asked: "Your wife?"
"ah?"
"Ah!?" Undead Ma and Anthony were both confused by the question. Anthony quickly waved his hand: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."
The undead horse angrily scolded: "Stupid horse, undead have no gender, idiot."
Lightning still ignored it and asked Anthony again: "Your daughter?"
Anthony smiled bitterly and said: "No, no, even though I raised you, you have never listened to me."
"That's fine." Lightning used his special skill of 'taunting with his face', glanced sideways at the undead horse, and said slowly and clearly: "Silly——(silencing)——"
"Say it again, you stupid horse, say it again." The undead horse was furious and roared with its soul.
"Silly——(silencing)——" Lightning repeated. It doesn't matter what it says. Even if it calls you 'Mom' now, you will still be furious because its expression is so infuriating.
The undead horse leaned away and was about to hit him in anger, but the next moment, the blade of a sickle hung down between them, and Ange tilted his head to look at it.
The undead horse trembled, suddenly remembering what Anthony had said to it, snorting heavily from its nostrils, and forcefully suppressed its anger.
Anthony wiped away the cold sweat, patted the undead horse's neck to comfort him, and then quietly made a "please" gesture to Lightning, who then snorted arrogantly and let it go.
At this level, how dare you argue with Lord Lightning? Don't quarrel with Lightning if you have a bad temper. If you scold him, he will turn a deaf ear to you. If he scolds you, it will go against your heart and lungs.
The two horses galloped and soon came to a valley.
Seeing the valley covered with ice and snow reflected on Ange, Negris said in confusion: "How can a god's body be grown in a place like this? It would be great to be able to grow grass."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Are those druids so powerful? Can they even grow gods?" Anthony's tone was full of disbelief.
Druids are the kind who farm and work with soil, crops and forests all day long. They are covered in dirt on sunny days and mud on rainy days. Almost every Druid looks like an old farmer, and elves are no exception.
According to legend, the powerful druid is very powerful, able to control the entire forest, transform into a god, and use the power of the god to defeat the god, but those are all legends.
The last time Anthony heard about Druid was the Spring Breeze Cup Planting Competition.
This kind of profession with no sense of existence actually gave birth to the body of a god?
There is a difference between the body of a god and a god. The difference lies in the godhead. If there is no godhead, then it is just a powerful body.
But once it has a godhead, especially today when the gods of light have fallen, it will suddenly become the main god, or even the only main god, and then it will be in trouble.
But no matter how powerful the body of God is, it was planted by druids, and these druids are the real perverts.
Anthony patted the undead horse's neck and said: "Old man, let's explore the way."
The undead horse glanced at him and said angrily: "Call my name, dark horse!"
The undead horse roared, raised its front hooves and stamped down. The place where the front hooves landed instantly dispersed the air of death, and three or four ghosts climbed up and floated towards the valley quickly.
Dark horse?! Lightning burst out laughing on the spot, the undead horse is indeed dark enough.
Following these ghosts, everyone entered the valley with vigilance.
The journey was uneventful, and soon we came to a snow pit. At the bottom of the snow pit, a huge withered flower bud stood there. Frost had formed on the surface, but the body of the god was nowhere to be found.
"Did you find him?" Anthony asked.
Ange shook his head, Undead Horse shook his head, and Lightning also shook his head.
"Sir, please protect me." As he spoke, Anthony took out a piece of cloth and a crystal ball. The cloth was engraved with various holy patterns, a bit like the Holy Shroud, but the patterns were completely different.
A cloth was spread on the snow, the crystal ball was placed on the cloth, and Anthony began to chant obscure incantations.
Ange also cooperated and took out people, first Nigris, Little Angel, Little Zombie, and then the Purple Skeleton Titans. Everyone quickly dispersed and was on guard.
No matter how obscure the spell is, as long as it is not new, it is not a problem for Nigris. After listening to it for a while, he was surprised: "This is a shaman's spiritual prayer technique. Is it useful? Do you want to save Polk?"
After Anthony finished reciting the long incantation, he already picked up a small ball of black energy in his hand. He patted the black energy into the crystal ball and then responded: "Yes, but I don't know how much can be saved."
Nigris didn't think so: "Even if you save some soul fragments, what's the use? They're all broken. If you save them, it won't be Polk anymore."
"Oh, yes, but what can be done? What can be saved is a little. As long as he can retain some memories of his past, he will still be Polk. At worst, I will 'tell' him more then." Anthony
Said helplessly.
"Seppada..." Nigris was stunned for a while, and then couldn't help but cursed. He wanted to understand what Anthony's "tell" meant, and he was preparing to shape Polk's memory.
If you lose your memory and someone jumps out to tell you when you first wake up: I am your father, you will most likely believe it.
Anthony is now preparing to collect the fragments of Polk's soul and use these fragments as a basis to reshape a soul. As for whether this soul is the former Polk?
It has part of Polk's memory and has been filled in by someone else, so it is Polk.
Ange suddenly asked: "Soul fragments, right?"
Anthony was stunned by the sudden question and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, Polk's soul fragment."
Ange suddenly raised his hand slowly and drew a circle, and said: "A lot."
As he paddled, a kind of "wind" was generated in the entire valley, and it was directed towards the center point of the circle he had made.
This 'wind' is not a physical phenomenon, but a soul-level phenomenon. Only undead creatures can feel the movement of this breath.
When Ange reached a semicircle, the center point had already ignited a flame. After drawing a full circle, the flame had solidified and was stronger than three or five soul fires, and was then poured into the crystal ball.
.
Anthony was already a little overwhelmed: "So many? By the way, the soul fire was ignited... Sir, have you collected all the soul fragments? Polk himself cannot explode so many fragments."
Ange nodded: "Many."
"Why are there so many soul fragments? Have many people died here? Now we are in trouble, the Stitch Monster is here." Anthony said distressedly.
There are too many soul fragments, more than what Polk can explode. There must be a large number of soul fragments that do not belong to Polk. If they are all combined into a soul fire, wouldn't it become a suture monster?
But this is not Ange's fault. As long as there are other fragments here, the spiritual prayer technique will also be gathered together. Ange just expanded the scope of the gathering.
In this way, the collection can be more complete, and the big and small pieces can be removed slowly. He is professional in this regard.
Holding the crystal ball in his arms, Anthony kept stroking it, placing his forehead against it and murmuring: "Polk, Polk, your name is Polk, the loyal and brave Polk... Hey, this is not it,
This is not the case either, take it out and take it out.”
Not long after, Anthony suddenly raised his head: "Sir, we may have found a treasure. These soul fragments belong to the Deyiyi who were imprisoned here. When I pick out the soul fragments of Polk, what's left is
For you."
The soul light in Ange's eyes was so bright that Nigris couldn't hold back anymore: "Really? Come on, come on, is there anything about cultivating a god?"
"It can't be so fast. It will take me a long time to pick out the fragments of Polk. This technique is very complicated and needs to be done slowly. But I just swallowed a few fragments, and the information remaining inside told me here.
Approximate situation."
"After I burned the church's information, batches of priests died of old age. One or two hundred years later, the church gradually forgot about this place. Without funding, the guards who could escape escaped, and those who couldn't escaped settled in place, just like before.
The druids who guarded it became friends, and the place became a village."
Several elven druids have never given up their plan to plant gods. Perhaps they feel that they are planting the world tree. Under the power of the druids, the valley has become a place full of green trees, singing birds and fragrant flowers, and full of food.
A happy paradise where people live peacefully.
It has reproduced like this for many generations. As the elven druids died of old age one by one, the human villagers who lost their shelter began to struggle hard to survive. It was not easy to survive in the ice and snow. The population in the valley decreased year by year. Finally,
It became what you see now.
The old man who sold the seeds for silver coins may be the last survivor of this valley. They took the seeds cultivated by druids, but failed to grow the legendary 'vegetative'. In the end, they were trapped and hungry and had to sell
Exchange money.
"That's probably it. Part of it is fragmented memory, and part of it is my speculation. Find the body of God first, then go back and study it slowly." After saying that, he packed the crystal ball with a cloth and stuffed it into the ring.
Anthony reached out his hand, pointed at the withered bud, and said loudly: "God said, my eyes see the passing time - the eye of time!"
After shouting the last word, white light appeared in Anthony's eyes.
After looking at it for a long time, the white light faded away, and Anthony looked embarrassed: "No, God's eye of time cannot see God's body. Dark horse, can you smell it?"
To be continued...