The young human with blond hair and white robes was Heras. After learning the previous lesson, he did not dare to be too focused on his prayers for the past two weeks, otherwise what would happen if the Moon God gave another divine soul?
He couldn't guarantee it.
In order to prevent the King of Eternal Night from finding out that a bold human being has been deceiving her, Heras used his own will to simulate the godhead, and then used the virtual second personality of the quantum brain to pray, rewriting a completely different one every time he prayed.
The second personality.
During this period, he changed his virtual second personality every day and felt that he was about to have a schizophrenia.
"This kind of prayer should be done in moderation... Otherwise I might really go insane..." Heras shook his head and quickly deleted all the virtual personality information.
Just as he was about to clean up the blood stains on his body, the blood stains evaporated into mist and seeped into his body. "It seems that the resurrected body doesn't even want to waste any blood cells..." Heras sighed.
He checked his physical condition and found that the divine memory gene carried by the original divine blood cells was slowly being integrated into his original main gene. Now he had nearly three times more divine memory cells implanted than when he had just activated the resurrection body.
This concentration of blood has reached the level of a second-level bloodline user.
"My bloodline path is really smooth. Maybe one day my bloodline level will be much higher than my spellcasting level..." Heras sighed, whether it is Marquis Riolan or General Salamus
, after he activated the resurrection body, he determined that he would definitely become an extremely powerful blood user in the future. Even though the Marquis discovered that Heras could cast spells instantly, he still did not have high expectations for his future magical path.
Heras felt his agility, strength and endurance, and found that the basic physical abilities had increased less. Being promoted to the second level bloodline only gave him a new ability: blood boiling.
"Uh... this seems to be a blood instinct spell... Have I become a blood warlock?" He just used blood boil to blast those ungrateful trolls to pieces. This blood instinct spell is a group damage skill.
, can cause the blood all over the target's body to explode like high explosives. It is a very powerful instinctive spell among warlocks who inherit the bloodline of the Blood King.
Since Heras became a first-level bloodline user by activating the resurrection body, he did not acquire any other knight or warlock abilities, but his physical basic abilities increased a lot. Therefore, he acted like a bloodline knight before, and
After activating the instinctive spell of blood boil, he can only activate the warlock's ability in the future.
There are not many blood warlocks in the Salamus family, but Heras remembers an outstanding figure named Dimi who was just promoted to a legendary warlock a few years ago. However, due to the close relationship between Dimi and the Duchess of Salamus,
Unfortunately, several of the children they gave birth to were deformed, which made the Grand Duchess quite dissatisfied with him.
"The bloodline families that inherit the blood of the gods will almost never cease to have legendary strong men. There will even be several legends appearing at the same time in a certain period. The continuation of the bloodline family is indeed much easier than that of the magic family." Heras sighed,
Riolan is already a fairly old magic family, but since the death of the family's ancestor Elibas, there has been only Floyd, a mage who can barely enter the threshold of legend.
"Although the path of magic is difficult, its mystery, magic and fun are not comparable to other paths of power." The ease of being on the path of blood does not affect Heras' love for magic. He clearly knows what he wants.
What, not just power, but also knowledge that can reveal the nature of the world!
Heras turned to look at the unconscious elf. The black velvet robe he was wearing had been torn into rags. Just at the critical moment of prayer, this guy desperately rushed towards him and attracted a group of pursuers.
You can't just let him go if you kill a troll.
A beam of cold water poured all over his body. Aksu regained a little consciousness from his coma, and then the pain and weakness all over his body made him groan a few times. The druid raised his eyelids with difficulty and found that there was a person in front of him.
The young human with blond hair and white robes was looking at him condescendingly.
"I'm not dead yet...?" He touched his cheek with his hand and said tremblingly. This simple action affected all the injuries in his body and made him grin in pain.
"Yes, you still have breath, but you are not far from death." Heras squatted down, took out a bottle of powerful healing potion, opened the cork and shook it in front of the druid's nose.
The breath of life overflowing in the potion made Aksu make a longing "ho ho" sound in his throat, and his hands trembled as he grabbed the bottle of potion, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"Elf, answer me a few questions and you can drink it." Heras quickly took the potion away, avoiding the druid's grasping hands, and continued to ask: "First of all, your name?"
"Aksu." The druid stared straight at the bottle of healing potion and said honestly.
"Okay, Aksu...why are you running away to me?" Heras shook the bottle of potion and made a gurgling sound.
"I saw the condensed moonlight and thought I was favored by the King of Eternal Night." Aksu swallowed and said, and then he looked at the human strangely. Before he passed out, he seemed to have seen a figure surrounded by the blue moonlight.
, could it be him?
"No, you didn't see anything." Heras stared into the elf's eyes and said word by word. His clear eyes, as blue as the sea, were filled with swirling milky white fluorescence.
Aksu felt as if his soul was about to be sucked into the vortex. He murmured softly and unconsciously: "Yes... yes... I didn't see anything... I didn't see anything...
Nothing..."
Although it is not a big secret to be seen praying, after all, there are many spellcasters who give up their magical power and pursue divine power, but Heras did not want to leave any possible loopholes. He cast a level four spell on the elf.
Magic - deep hypnosis, it is easy to tamper with a weak second-level druid's memory.
Aksu muttered for a while, then suddenly woke up. He looked at Heras in confusion and said, "What did you ask just now? I didn't hear clearly..."
"Why are you running away to me?" Heras repeated expressionlessly.
"I don't know... I just ran forward with those trolls chasing me and had no time to think about other things. Can you let me take a sip first?" Aksu begged weakly.
Hearing this, Heras put the healing potion in front of him, and then the elf grabbed the bottle desperately, as if grabbing his life-saving straw, and poured it down without waiting for the young human to speak.
"Slow down, don't choke to death, I still have something to ask you." Heras said jokingly.
After drinking the healing potion, Aksu felt that the wounds all over his body were crawling and healing, and the twitched and broken muscles slowly regained a little strength. The effect of this bottle of potion was surprisingly good!
Only then did he have the intention to look at the young human in front of him, with golden hair and blue pupils. "Amarr...?" the elf asked in a low voice, unsure.
"Yes, I am Emma's historian. I drifted to the Western Continent in an accident. Now I want to collect historical information on this continent, including some historical records of the Elf Empire." Heras opened his eyes.
Telling lies.
"Then what do you need me to do? I'm sorry for causing you trouble, and I may not be able to repay this precious bottle of potion..." Aksu asked warily, if this Emma wanted to
It's okay to be a slave myself, but if he wanted to use himself as a sacrifice in some kind of ritual, it would be a bit scary...
"I need a guide who can take me through the land of disputes and into the Elf Empire. I have to collect all the information along the way." Herath stared at him and said, his eyes putting a lot of pressure on the Elf Druid.
"Rank suppression..." Aksu thought uneasily. If such a person wanted to do something to him, he would not have many effective means of resistance, so he decided not to play any tricks.
"I am happy to serve you, respected Amarr scholar, but unfortunately, I have been expelled from the Elf Empire. If I dare to enter the territory of the Elf Empire, I will face the penalty of death. Of course, I was caught
Death where you live is a trivial matter, but it will be bad if it affects you..." Aksu said cautiously, surviving in a chaotic mixed-race place made him very good at talking.
"Then you can find a guide for me, a guide who can enter the Elf Empire in an honest manner. It is best to have a certain level of knowledge. At least he should know what kind of historical content is recorded in each library." After Heras finished speaking, he then
Pointing to the empty bottle, "This is how you repay the potion, if you can't find it..."
"Of course, of course! I can definitely find it!" Aksu nodded hurriedly. He didn't want to hear what the Emma said behind him. He knew with his toes that it would definitely not be a good thing...
"There is such an elf in the Wrath of Sinvasa, well, it's just that I'm not familiar with her..." Aksu said as he got up.
"The Wrath of Sinvasa?" Heras had never heard of this organization.
"It is the largest thieves guild in Lika City. It was founded by some elves who were expelled from the empire. I am also a member of that guild." Aksu explained simply, "We can rest for one night and leave tomorrow.
Go to Lika City, it’s very close to Lika City.”
"I've rested enough." Heras said succinctly, and without waiting for the elf to react, he picked him up and flew above the forest.
The sudden change made Aksu scream a few times. King of Eternal Night, this guy is actually a little afraid of heights. "I haven't asked your name yet!" he shouted in horror.