But all the processes were carried out when Rodhart was very awake and felt very clearly.
Moreover, this seemingly different old man seems to have great interest in this kind of work and endless energy. He only rests for a small period of time every day, and then except for eating, he devotes all his time and energy to his body.
He never thought that he would actually reach such a step. He thought about death and was not afraid of death, but he never expected that he would end up in a situation worse than death.
Rodhart finally understood what it means to live worse than death. This word was almost tailor-made for him and his current situation.
That day, thanks to the Queen's desperate plea, he was not killed by the furious Captain Roland with a sword. Instead, he was exiled and said that he would never be allowed to appear in the royal capital again.
Women are really strange, very weak animals. When he saw that the queen actually knelt down to Captain Roland and begged him to let her go, Rodhart thought this way. He had betrayed her to this extent, and she actually
He even tried to plead for mercy for himself. However, he was really glad that women were indeed such strange animals.
From the captain of the Holy Knights to an exiled civilian with nothing, this failure can be said to be a complete failure. But he is not discouraged, not even depressed at all. On the contrary, he has inspired more fighting spirit. Instead of wandering around in obscurity or...
It is better to live in seclusion for yourself
He fought hard for his dream and died on the road to his dream. He had already lost a lot, so the only way was to get more, otherwise he would rather die. He could not accept such a big failure, so he could only put this
Failure becomes another opportunity for greater success.
This opportunity was to go to Diya Valley and seek refuge with Javi's father, the Marquis. He learned some inside information about Diya Valley from Javi's mouth. Javi originally planned to make him his right-hand man, and this information also convinced him.
a means.
He firmly believed that a useful person like himself would be appreciated and accepted by the Marquis. Moreover, he also had news that probably only he knew. He guessed that the Necromancers would be very interested in this news. The news was also
This kind of capital, so he kept it very well and didn't tell anyone. He knew that to break through the Shadow Spiral Mountains by one person was almost synonymous with madness. But that was the only way he could do it. He wanted to fly further.
high.
When he was dying, he was saved by a necromancer. The necromancer dressed as a cardinal not only treated his critical injuries, but also took him to Celeste to meet the Marquis. At this time, he already thought that he would die immediately.
It's about to fly.
But after the Marquis quietly listened to his words, he just nodded, and then fixed him with a fixation spell. "Thank you for telling me those things. I know you are a very useful person, but I also know that you want to
Being used by me is just because I am useful to you. And I know that you will never be willing to just use me as useful. Your usefulness will ultimately be useful to you."
"Those who are never satisfied cannot be controlled. And if you can't control it, it will be useless no matter how useful it is." After the Marquis said this lightly, he stopped looking at him and said to the cardinal who sent him.
"Such a useful person should be sent to Teacher Shante. Didn't he say that one test object is not enough?"
"Well, that's actually what I meant." The cardinal smiled. "Being able to walk into the depths of the Shadow Whirl Mountains alone requires both physical fitness and willpower. Teacher Shante said that it is necessary to be useful in this way.
of people.
I brought him here just to see what he said to you, but I didn't expect to get such news." "It's news that is useless for the time being. I hope it is only temporary, otherwise this person will really be of no use to me.
Yes." The Marquis replied calmly.
If you can't fly, you can just fall to death on the way to fly. But what he didn't expect was that even though he couldn't fly, he couldn't even fall to death, and he couldn't die even if he wanted to. How could this happen? How could I do this? How could I do this?
Has it become like this? I don’t know how long it has been since I was sent to this strange hut. Maybe not long ago, maybe it was a lifetime ago. Apart from the continuous severe pain, this is the only thing in Rodhart’s mind.
idea.
There was a heart-wrenching voice, and the pain in his arm could drive people crazy, but he couldn't go crazy even if he wanted to. Without looking, Rodhart knew that the old man was carving a magic circle on his arm. That big guy was the same type.
Almost all of his bones have been engraved with this kind of thing. The magic power in his body is also slowly condensing and producing with the creaking sound.
Strange fluctuations occurred. This person actually knows some magic. His magic qualifications are quite good, which is rare. Good, good. This was the admiration given by the old man named Shante when he cut open his arm for the first time. Because of this.
He studied the seal-carving magic circle very carefully, and he carved a lot, and he seemed to instill some magic power into it from time to time.
The old man suddenly paused and looked up outside the hut.
"We have guests? It's rare..." The old man turned around and made a gesture. "You guys pack up after yourselves."
Following the old man's movements, Rodhart's limbs that had not moved for a long time suddenly moved. He jumped down from the stone platform, packed up his detached arm, and stood in the corner next to it.
Also standing was the same kind of man whose whole body was as muscular as a muscular fortress. Rodhart pulled a large piece of dirty cloth from the ground and covered himself and the similar man.
His movements were fast and smooth, and they were all of his own will. He just felt his forehead move and he did it.
That should be the function of the magic circle carved into his skull. Rodhart remembered that the old man was very careful when carving this magic circle. It seemed that a drop of his own blood was dripped into his brain, and he could still feel it.
The old man's blood was very sticky and thick, like thick phlegm in his mouth.
But he just remembered that since the blood dripped into the magic circle, he had almost no thinking ability. Most of the time, he could hear, see, move, and feel, but he couldn't think.
Only on very rare occasions, such as now, could he vaguely think about it, recall it, and regret it.
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"There is actually a cemetery in a place like this? There are still people living there?" Talis said as she looked around in surprise. After a few days of flying, they had arrived at Negan's territory. They were now standing in an abandoned tomb.
In front of the park. Speaking of Negan, the first thing that everyone thinks of is Negan.
A huge underground world. There is a huge hole in the crust on the westernmost side of the continent. Compared with the world on the surface, it is like a completely different world below. Minotaurs, black elves, harpies...
Countless creatures form a self-contained world below...
It is unclear when the war between the creatures dormant in the darkness underground and the humans on the surface originated. The war has already ravaged the surface of Negan countless times. Although this place is not a barren mountain like the Flying Dragon Desert and Lizard Swamp, but
It is also unfit for human habitation,
There are usually only groups of big-eared monsters and some harpies wandering on the ground. Although the location of this cemetery is considered very remote for Negan, and there are no groups of big-eared monsters along the way, but
It is really strange that there are people living in such a place.
Speaking of the cemetery, it seems to be just a bunch of messy graves with a fence around it. In the center of the cemetery is a house that looks like a tomb. There are actually people living in such a place. Is it true? "Excuse me, Shante
Is the old gentleman here? I came to visit under the guidance of Agrenel." Asa did not enter the cemetery directly, but just stood outside and asked loudly.
"Come in." A weak voice came from the house accompanied by a cough.
"Is it the Necromancer again?" Talis glanced at the surrounding graves and touched Asa warily.
"The things buried in these graveyards... seem to be affected by necromantic magic. It's better to be careful."
"The people who are qualified to be buried here are the elites of the church. Among them are the corpses of thirteen temple knights and eight bishops, all of whom are your seniors. You should trust that they will not attack you indiscriminately." There were intermittent coughs.
I pieced together this sentence and it came out from the house.
Talis's position was far away from the hut, and her voice was not loud, but the people in the house seemed to not only hear her, but also recognize that she was from the church.
Asa made a calm gesture to Talis. Since Grandma El asked him to come here, this should not be an enemy. The three walked into the cemetery and came to the door of the house.
A stooped old man opened the door. He looked a little bit like a bat. He was still an old bat. With his stiff movements and constant coughing, no one would doubt that this was a man who could be ready at any time.
The old man fell down and died. He glanced weakly at three people, his cloudy eyes lingered on Asa for a while, raised his hand and said: "Come in and sit down."
Walking into this tomb-like room, Asa's first feeling was that of some intimacy. Talis still maintained her somewhat wary look and aura, while Ayime screamed and almost turned around and ran away in fright.