Ralph stood on a main road in the slave camp, with nearly a hundred slaves gathered behind him. Because of his strong military power, many people wanted to follow him. In the distance, more and more slaves gathered.
"We have almost enough people. We have to hurry and get out of the camp." Ralph said to the people around him. Most of these people have some fighting spirit or some powerful bloodline, and they are considered the small leaders of this team.
Everyone nodded. But at this time, a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance pointed to a camp nearby and said, "Boss, I heard that the Oaks family has a treasure house underground. Everyone knows that the Oaks family of slave traders is the biggest, why don't we move it for him before we leave."
Immediately, several people laughed and echoed. These people were already bloodthirsty, and had killed countless guards and stewards. Now they were not afraid of anyone. They had just tasted the sweetness of robbery, and now they heard that the richest man's house had not been visited, so they couldn't help but get excited.
Ralph was still hesitating, and the man said, "Even if we rush out of the camp, we still need money to escape far. The situation in the village is so chaotic now. If we don't go, someone will go soon. We have to hurry."
"Go, go, go." Many people started to make a noise. After all, they were a mob, and Ralph knew that if he didn't follow the "public opinion" at this time, the team would be dispersed. Once the team was dispersed, where would the cannon fodder come from to attack the checkpoint? So, he also made up his mind and said, "Go! Turn him upside down!"
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"No!" Elaina rushed towards Alan in panic. However, as a rain and dew priest, she was mainly good at blessing and healing, and the power she could exert in battle was very limited.
So, in front of Thor who was full of fighting spirit, she was too slow.
The heavy sword ruthlessly fell on Allen's neck. Allen had no time to react before his head was chopped off. Blood spurted out, staining half of the wall red.
Elena screamed and rushed towards the head, picking it up despite the blood staining her clothes.
"God of Nature! Great God of Nature!" Her prayer was like a shout, and she was hoarse. Countless points of green healing power emerged from her body, quickly passed through her hands, and flowed to Allen's head.
Alan's eyes were already closed, but those spots of light once again woke him up from his eternal sleep.
He opened his eyes.
"Elena..."
He was completely unable to make a sound, but as she looked at his lips, she seemed to still hear his words.
"Alan. I, I can't save you..."
"You're about to cry." He looked somewhat relieved, "... Please..."
Elaina nodded with tears in her eyes.
"Kiss me..." He grinned, a smile so pale without a trace of blood.
Elaina stared at his head. In the past month, she had experienced more things here than in the past hundred years. And the man in front of her gave her the most complicated and difficult emotions. Is there hatred? Is there love? She never dared to ask herself such questions. However, facing the light of life that was about to dissipate. As if driven by an invisible force, she trembled and moved closer in a blank mind.
Her lips pressed gently against his, without any warmth.
Only then did she seem to come to her senses and her eyes widened in surprise.
Tears flowed down, parting their lips.
"Don't cry, your tears... will choke me."
Elena saw that his eyes kept closing as if he was sleepy, but he kept forcing his eyelids open like a child who didn't want to sleep.
"You are the first and last... woman I like... This... is good..." Having said this, the healing power could no longer sustain Alan's life, and he finally fell asleep again.
She placed his head where his neck was broken and knelt quietly, letting her tears drip onto her clothes and mix with the blood.
The mercenaries remained silent, and the stone road was silent.
"Miss Sariel? I..." Thor was holding the bloody sword, feeling a little at a loss.
"The tears of sinners are also salty." Sariel closed her eyes and said softly.
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"Okay, let go."
"The stairs are dark, and I'm afraid you might fall."
Luo Ling glanced at the bright torches in the hands of the soldiers in front and behind her, and mercilessly shook off Xiao Chen's hand. Xiao Chen whispered in a low voice: "This tunnel is dark and creepy. I feel safe holding hands."
"Aren't you always very brave? Are you afraid of the dark?"
"I'm really timid, I was just pretending before." Xiao Chen said shamelessly.
"Roger, your master is afraid of the dark. Come and hold his hand."
There were chuckles all around, and Roger looked at them helplessly, but couldn't help but laugh. These two really didn't have the airs of a magician, but it wasn't bad to work under such a master, and the tense atmosphere in the team suddenly relaxed a lot.
Xiao Chen held his forehead and said, "My dear Miss, you are really not afraid of me losing face. Listen, they are all laughing at me. How can I manage these guys in the future?"
"It's okay. I just need to save face. Do you think I can manage worse than you?"
"Okay, you're cruel."
The underground corridor was not long, and soon he reached the secret room. Cohen took out a key and opened the door.
The room was not big, but because there were a lot of lighting and drying runes inside, it didn't feel eerie or damp at all. Four rows of shelves were placed close to the wall, with all kinds of weapons and armor on them. In the middle of the room was a set of tables and chairs, which were obviously for the owner to sit on when appreciating the collection.
"Nice stuff, some of it is the work of dwarven craftsmen." Roger picked up a mace and weighed it in his hand.
"However, there are only a limited number of practical ones." Xiao Chen walked around and found that many weapons had strange styles, exquisite patterns, and sophisticated workmanship, but because of their strange designs, they were not suitable for fighting. For example, an axe was equipped with a bowstring, turning it into a dual-purpose weapon for long-range and close combat, but it was obvious that it didn't work no matter how it was used.
"Take a look at this." Luo Ling took out an exquisite long wooden box from the middle of a shelf. The wooden box looked extraordinary at first glance, with fine wood texture, heavy feel, and gold and various gemstones inlaid on the edges and corners.
Luo Ling put the wooden box on the table and found that it was locked. She looked at Cohen. Cohen shook his head and said, "I have never seen this collection before, and I don't know where the key is. If you want to open it, you might as well split the box open."
"If there's no weapon inside, and I can't use it for the time being, it would be a shame to break the box."
Xiao Chen walked to the box and put his hand on the lid. After a few breaths, he said, "It's a sword. We can use it. Roger, open the box."
"Can your mental power penetrate this box?" Luo Ling asked.
"Hey, do you underestimate me? My mental power has long been able to sense the shapes of external objects. Morey told me that this is the beginning of spiritual power affecting objects." As he spoke, Xiao Chen looked at Luo Ling's body with a smile.
Luo Ling's face turned stern and she was about to get angry.
Xiao Chen quickly explained: "But! But, my mental power is still quite chaotic, and I definitely can't figure out a very specific shape."
"Don't have any evil thoughts until you figure it out, otherwise I have plenty of ways to deal with you." Luo Ling whispered viciously.
"Promise, promise!" Xiao Chen said, but he couldn't help but open his spiritual sense to Luo Ling. However, what surprised him was that Luo Ling's figure looked like a round cicada pupa in the spiritual sense scan, and he couldn't make out the more detailed shape.
"What are you doing?!" Luo Ling shouted.
"Ah, nothing, Roger, why are you looking at me in surprise?" Xiao Chen immediately changed the subject.
“Uh… Oh… Well, I see that you are so young, but you have already reached the realm of divine consciousness and object control? That’s amazing! Haha.” Roger said.
"It's just touching the threshold, but isn't that strange?" Xiao Chen pretended to be very interested and approached, "Divine thoughts and objects are just the second level after the initial formation of divine consciousness. The first three levels of warriors who cultivate fighting spirit are the birth of fighting spirit, the whole body of fighting spirit, and the gathering of fighting spirit. You and Kalanda are almost reaching the third level and becoming high-level warriors, right? Compared with you, I am not far behind."
"This is very different. The cultivation of magic is more than a hundred times more difficult than fighting spirit. Otherwise, why are warriors so common, but magicians so rare? Many magicians with insufficient potential even become magic knights or magic archers."
"I have seen quite a few magic knights." Luo Ling let Xiao Chen go.
"They basically stop at the level of divine consciousness and objects in their magic realm, and most of them can only use some weak magic to assist in combat. However, magicians who have reached the level of divine consciousness and objects are truly on the path of magic. As the divine consciousness becomes stronger, the same magic will become more and more powerful."
"You seem to know a lot about these things." Luo Ling said.
"My family has some magical heritage, but I don't have the talent to become a wizard." Roger said.
"We'll have to have a good chat when we get a chance, but open this box now," Xiao Chen ordered.
With his axe in hand, Roger chopped off the lock of the box. The box opened, and inside was a long sword with a sheath. The sheath and hilt were both dark purple, and a diamond-shaped light blue crystal was inlaid at the end of the hilt. Xiao Chen picked up the long sword and pulled it hard. The light purple blade came out of the sheath with a slight hum.
"Good sword." As Xiao Chen injected his spiritual power, crackling lightning flashed around the long sword. This was an enchanted long sword comparable to the flaming dagger 'Spark'.
"This is an elven-style longsword. The blade is narrower and longer than the imperial standard longsword, and the hilt is smaller. The storm crystal on the hilt will amplify the effect of wind or electric fighting spirit. Using mental power or fighting spirit to stimulate the crystal can release the power of wind and thunder. The power of wind can increase the speed of movement, and the power of thunder can trigger lightning attacks. These are really amazing properties. It looks like a sword left behind by a certain elven storm priest. Ah, here is the inscription, the sword is named 'Thunder Mark'." Roger appreciated it.
"Is this also knowledge passed down from generation to generation?" Luo Ling asked.
Roger smiled and nodded.
"It seems that your family is not simple."
Xiao Chen stabbed the Thunder Sword lightly on a breastplate. With a thought, the whole armor was immediately covered with flashing lightning. If this armor was worn by a person, it would be very miserable. He sheathed the sword and said to Roger, "Your fighting spirit is of lightning attribute, right? This sword is yours."
"Sir, this sword is too valuable. It can be a treasure in the home of an earl. You should keep it for yourself. There are several good enchanted weapons here. I can pick one to use."
Xiao Chen smiled and shook his head, saying: "Rouge is given to beauties, and swords are given to heroes. This should be yours. Use its power to open a path for us."