Invincible Hero of Necromancer Chapter 2462: Blood line guide
"Is he all right?"
Looking at the blood robe, Rowling couldn't help but ask Mesika.
"This is your memory, you should know the answer to the question better than I do." Mexiga glanced at her and replied lightly.
Hearing this, Rowling was relieved. In her memory, her father, Creighton, was alive and well until the necromancer attacked the village. It seems that he will be fine this time.
Having said that, the moment Rowling saw the blood-clothed clothes, there was still an unstoppable worry in Rowling's heart. It was an instinctive reaction.
"Take your child, Priest Mor has a way to help you find him."
Soon, the scene in my memory changed again. Under Orion's reminder, the mother hurriedly picked up the two babies and went to find the priest of Mor.
Back in the past, Rowling couldn't move freely. All she could see was limited to everything around the baby. Fortunately, her mother hugged her before she left.
As the only priest in the village, Mor, exercising his right as a lord, looks very old, and when he opens his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead are piled up. He is a leader among the high-ranking priests, but unfortunately he still loses to the passage of time. Only when he shows his strength can he prove his former identity.
In Rowling's memory, Priest Maul died when she was a child, and it was because of the loss of Maur's protection that the village was later captured by the Necromancer. Rowling could not remember what he looked like for a long time, but only remembered that his thin body before his death was so terrifying that she had nightmares for several days.
"Don't worry, I'll find Clayton for you."
Priest Morr inspected the two babies in his mother's arms, and finally put his eyes on the baby boy. He used a knife to cut open the baby boy's palm, and in the baby boy's cry, the blood flowing out of his palm, It was painted on a placenta the size of a human head, of which creature it belonged to.
Then, in the eyes of the mother who couldn't bear it, Moore dyed the blood clothes brought by Orion with water, and sprinkled the drained blood on the surface of the placenta.
After absorbing the blood, the placenta, which seemed to have been dehydrated and dry, regained its blood color, the raised meridians on it were clearly visible, and the dark purple flesh trembled, and soon, it moved along what looked like it had been bitten alive. A drop of cloudy blood came out of the broken umbilical cord.
Moll dipped the drop of turbid blood and tapped it between the baby boy's eyebrows. A red line of blood appeared between the baby boy's eyebrows. The blood line looked dim and could disappear at any time. One end was on the boy, and the other end pointed in the direction of the dense forest.
"He's right there, you'd better hurry up, he's not doing well right now."
Looking at this scene, Rowling showed a surprised expression. With her knowledge, she still couldn't see the means used by Moore, and then she looked at Messika who was asking for advice.
"Well...this is the placenta of a hungry ghost." Messika came to the placenta and looked at it carefully. She stretched out her hand and lightly stroked the blood-stained placenta with her fingertips, as if caressing the placenta. Human skin, unfortunately because she can't change the past, she can't really touch that thing.
"Hungry ghost?" Rowling asked in confusion.
Mexijia nodded: "In hell, hungry ghosts are the most difficult demons to breed. They are always accompanied by hunger and can't get enough to eat. How to increase the number of hungry ghosts is what troubles the lords of hell. The problem. Before a hungry baby is born, their mother will cut open her own belly and eat the baby whole, and it is rare to preserve such a perfect placenta. It is simply superb.”
Speaking, she glanced at Moll on the side: "In the alchemy method, he chose not sorcery, but necromantic magic, which is also the flaw of this treasure. The placenta of the hungry ghost that was born out of nowhere cannot be possessed. His own blood, thus showing the power to pursue the source of the blood. If you want to use the ability of this treasure, it is reasonable to say that black magic is the best alchemy choice, and magic is second, in any case, it is not the turn of undead magic.”
Rowling listened blankly to Messika's narration. Unexpectedly, after just a few seconds of observation, Messika could see the advantages and disadvantages of this treasure. Compared with this experienced prophet, She still has a lot to learn.
While Rowling was observing this treasure, her mother was already carrying the baby who was guiding her bloodline, heading deep into the jungle, and the nearby scene changed accordingly.
It was getting late, and among the hunters who came to help after hearing the news, the younger ones refused to go deeper into the jungle, so as not to anger the deadwood guards wandering in the forest, or the nocturnal beasts, only a few older hunters were not afraid of the dark night , dare to go deep into the forest.
"Do you remember these things?" Beside Rowling, Messika asked her, looking at those who had passed by.
"I don't remember." Rowling shook her head~IndoMTL.com~ She looked at Rhodes and herself as a baby, and at her mother who was in a hurry. She intuitively told her that this might be the opportunity for her awakening. .
Mexiga reminded: "The purer the will, the easier it is to induce awakening, and the baby's will does not contain any impurities. I have seen a natural hero who was born in the baby because of the death of a loved one. It's time to wake up. Maybe what happens later will make it difficult for you to accept."
"That's all in the past." Rowling shook her head. Growing up under Rhode's guidance, she has seen many partings. Everything in front of her is just what happened in the past, no matter what the outcome. Oops, things have long since passed.
In the dark and dense forest, the light is getting dimmer and dim. This is already the territory of Eri. There are many giant trees that can only be hugged by dozens of people. The starlight cannot penetrate the layers of the leaves. Only the torches in the hands of the hunters can Lighting the road, only the blood line on the top of baby Rhodes' head became clearer and clearer.
Walking in the dark forest, after the hunters carefully traversed a knee-length stream, the ground in the distance suddenly heard regular vibrations. The seasoned hunters looked surprised at this moment, that It is a sign of the activity of the Deadwood Guardian.
Erie's forest is alive, this is not a rumor that the hunters use to scare children to sleep, but a real thing. Whenever the night comes, those trees that walk upright will change their positions. Even the most experienced hunters will get lost in this dense forest without the blessing of pathfinding.
The signs of the Deadwood Guard's activities made everyone hold their breath and dare not make any sound. However, at this moment, a sharp cry suddenly broke the silence in the forest. It was the sound of baby Rhodes.
Everyone looked shocked, and the mother quickly covered Rhode's mouth, daring not to let him make a single sound.
(End of this chapter)