Dust of History Chapter 36:
But all the processes were carried out in a state where Rod Hart was very awake and felt very clear.
And this seemingly extraordinary old man seems to have great interest and endless energy for this kind of work. He only rests for a short period of time every day, and then devotes his time and energy to his body except for eating. He never thought that he would become such a step. He thought about death and was not afraid of death, but he never expected that he would end up worse than death.
What is life is better than death? Rod Hart finally understood, this word is almost custom-made for him and his current situation.
On that day, fortunately, the queen pleaded desperately, so he was not beheaded by the furious head Roland with a sword, but he was exiled, and he said that he would never be allowed to appear in the king's capital again.
Women are really strange, weak animals. Rod Hart thought so when he saw that the Queen was going to kneel down to Commander Roland and begged him to let him go. He had already betrayed her to this point, yet she still desperately interceded for her. But I really want to be thankful that women are indeed such strange animals.
From the captain of the Paladins to the exiled commoner with nothing, this failure can be described as complete. But he wasn't discouraged, not even the slightest bit depressed, on the contrary inspired his fighting spirit even more. Rather than wandering around or living in seclusion in obscurity, it is better to work hard for your dreams and die on the way to your dreams. Having lost a lot, the only way is to get more, otherwise he would rather die. He can't accept such a big failure, he can only turn this failure into another opportunity for greater success.
This opportunity is to go to Diya Valley and seek refuge with Jiawei's father, the Marquis. He knew some inside information about Diyagu from Jiawei. Jiawei originally planned to use him as his right-hand man, and this news was also a means of intimidating him.
He firmly believed that a useful person like himself would be appreciated by the Marquis. It must be accepted by the Marquis. And he also has a news that probably only he himself knows. He guessed that the necromancers must be very interested in this news. News is also a kind of capital, so he kept it very well and never told anyone. Breaking through the Shadowspin Mountain Range by himself, he knew that this was almost synonymous with madness. But that's all he can do. He wants to fly higher.
He was saved by a necromancer when he was dying. The necromancer dressed as a cardinal not only treated his critical injuries, but also brought him to Celeste to meet the Marquis. At this time, he already thought that he was about to fly.
But after the Marquis quietly listened to his words, he just nodded, and then a immobilization spell fixed him. "Thank you for telling me those things. I know you are a very useful person, but I also know that you want to be useful to me, just because I am useful to you. And I know you will never just be willing to be useful to me, Your usefulness is ultimately useful to yourself."
"People who can never be satisfied can't be controlled. And if they can't be controlled, it's useless no matter how useful they are." After the Marquis said this lightly, he stopped looking at him, and turned to the red-clothed man who sent him said the bishop. "Such a useful person, let's send it to Teacher Shante. Didn't he say that one test product is not enough?"
"Well, that's actually what I meant." The cardinal smiled. "To be able to walk as deep as the Shadow Spin Mountain Range alone. Physical fitness and willpower are the best choices. Teacher Shante said that such useful people are needed.
I brought him here just to see what he told you, but I didn't expect to get such news. ""It's useless news for the time being, I hope it's only temporary, or else this person is really useless to me." "The Marquis replied lightly.
If you can't fly, just fall to your 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 his death, and he couldn't die even if he wanted to. how so? How can I do this? How did I become like this? I don't know how long it has been since I was sent to this strange hut, maybe it wasn't long ago, maybe it was already a matter of the last life. That was all Rodhart could think of, save for the constant, intense pain.
There was a tooth-piercing voice, and the pain in his arm could make people go crazy, but he couldn't go crazy even if he wanted to. Without looking, Rod Hart knew that the old man was carving a magic circle on his arm. Almost all the bones of that big man's kind have been engraved with this kind of thing. The magic power in his body is also slowly condensing with the creaking sound to produce strange fluctuations. This person actually knows some magic, and his magic aptitude is quite good, which is rare, good, good. This is the admiration that the old man named Shante gave when he cut his arm for the first time. Therefore. He studied the magic circle of seal cutting with great care, and he carved a lot, and it seemed that he would instill some magic power into it from time to time.
The old man's movements suddenly paused, stopped, and looked up to the outside of the hut.
"Have guests? It's rare..." The old man turned around and gestured. "Clean up yourselves."
Following the old man's movements, Rod Hart's limbs that hadn't moved for a long time moved violently. He jumped off the stone platform, tidied up his disassembled arms, and stood on the corner of the wall. Standing next to him was the same kind of muscular body that was like a fortress of muscles. Rodhart pulled a large dirty cloth from the floor and covered himself and his fellow.
His movements are fast and smooth, and these are all out of his own volition, he only feels his head move, and he does it like this.
That should be the function of the magic circle engraved in his skull. Rod Hart remembered that the old man was very careful when he carved the magic circle. He seemed to have dropped a drop of his own blood into his brain. He could still feel that the old man's blood was very sticky and thick. Like thick phlegm in the mouth.
But he just remembered it, since the blood dripped into the magic circle, he almost lost his thinking ability. Most of the time he can hear, see, move, and feel, but he can't think. Only occasionally and rarely, such as now, can he vaguely think about it, recall it, and regret it.
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"There is a cemetery in this place? There are still people living there?" Talis said, looking around in surprise. After a few days of flying, they have arrived at Negan's territory. Now standing in front of a deserted cemetery. Speaking of Negan, the first thing everyone thinks of is the huge underground world. There is a huge cavity in the crust on the westernmost side of this continent. Compared with the world on the surface, the bottom is like a completely different world. Tauren, black elves, harpies... Countless creatures form a self-contained world below.
The origin of the war between the creatures dormant in the darkness and the humans on the surface is unknown. The flames of war have already ravaged Negan's surface countless times. Although this place is not a barren place like the Flying Dragon Desert Lizard Swamp, it is also not suitable for human habitation. Usually there are only groups of big-eared monsters and some harpies wandering on the ground. Although the location of this cemetery is quite remote for Negan, and there is no colony of big-eared monsters along the way, it is indeed very strange that there are people living in such a place.
Speaking of the cemetery, it looks like it's just a messy pile of graves. There is only a fence around it. In the center of the cemetery is a house that looks like a tomb. There are actually people living in this kind of place. Indeed, "Excuse me, is old Mr. Sander there? I came to visit under the guidance of Agrinel." Asa did not directly enter the cemetery, but just stood outside and asked loudly.
"Come in." A faint voice came from the room accompanied by a cough.
"Necromancer again?" Talis scanned the surrounding graves, and touched Asa warily.
"The things buried in these cemeteries...seem to be fluctuating with necromantic magic~IndoMTL.com~ It's better to be careful."
"All those who are qualified to be buried here are the elites of the church. Among them are the remains of thirteen temple knights and eight bishops. They are all your predecessors. You should believe that they will not attack you indiscriminately." Coughing intermittently pieced together this sentence, and came from the room.
Talis is still far away from the hut, and her voice is not loud, but the people in the room seem to not only hear it, but also recognize that she is a member of the church.
Asa made a calm gesture to Talis, since Granny Al 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 rickety old man opened the door. He looked like a bat, and it was just an old bat. With its stiff movements and constant coughing, no one would suspect that this was the case. An old man who could fall down and die at any time. He looked at the three feebly, and his cloudy eyes lingered on Asa's body for a while, then raised his hand and said, "Come in and sit down."
Walking into this tomb-like house, Asa's first feeling was a little kind. Talis still maintained that somewhat guarded look and momentum, while Ai Yimei screamed, almost turned around and fled in fright, and shrank behind Talis.