There are as many legends as dogs, and liches are everywhere.
Sauron inexplicably remembered a sentence that he often heard before. This sentence is a self-deprecating sentence for many people, especially before he has reached the legendary realm, many people who are seriously injured or dead like to use this sentence to laugh at themselves. Although I haven't seen the Lich yet, Sauron has really met many quasi-legendary characters. As a professional with only the third level, Sauron felt a lot of pressure, but he couldn't tell a dragon, you lie down and let me stab him to death, so that I can level up quickly.
a month's time.
He has grown from a low-level thief to a third-tier professional. Except for the son of God with extraordinary blood, no one will grow faster than him!
But he still felt that it was not enough, and his strength was far from enough to fight against some existences.
The information obtained from the torture is actually very vague, except for the names of the fallen in the town, everything else is very vague. No one has ever seen the appearance of that elector, and it was Sauron who asked for some details, and only then did he find out that the elector was wearing a black cloak, with obvious raised marks near his ears, and the skin color of his palm was not that of an ordinary elf. It was only then that her race was determined. She arrived more than half a month ago, and Sauron should still be in Whitehorse City at that time.
According to fallen believers, she is the incarnation of the goddess of torment. This statement cannot be used casually.
Otherwise it is blasphemy!
The beings who can claim to be the incarnations of gods are basically the chosen ones who are empowered by the gods. They played a pivotal role in the Church of Gods, and the power of the electorate was equivalent to that of a divine power priest with a professional level of around 20. They can use the divine power bestowed to cast [Holy Words] or [Profane Words], which are very close to level nine divine spells.
It can make people commit suicide, control people's minds, and even get a group of fanatics at once.
As long as there is a spiritual loophole, it is enough to use divine power to guide it.
The guards of the town started to arrest the fallen believers. The middle-aged woman ordered with a gloomy expression, and then someone invited the guardian knight of the Temple of Agriculture.
The strength of the temple consists of three parts, priests, believers, and temple guards.
Five temple guards around the third rank appeared. They were wearing heavy full-body armor, and they followed the guard team after leaning slightly to signal. This is an existence that Sauron couldn't even catch a single move in the past, but now he is sure of a one-on-three. The speed at which he grew was already amazing, but it was a pity that he was given too little time. It took him a month to walk the path of others for more than ten years, but many of the enemies he had to face were thousands of years ahead of him.
The sky gradually darkened.
There was a hint of commotion in the town, but Sauron didn't pay attention to it. He rested in the hotel while silently tempering his will.
He wants to complete an ascetic practice!
To deal with these fallen people, as a foreign adventurer, Sauron does not need to fight on the front line. The believers of the gods are not joking, and if they are not careful, they may capsize in the gutter. There are very few ways to gain killing experience in a short period of time, and the distribution of creatures is relatively diffuse. Killing people indiscriminately will only lead to destruction, and they will also completely lose their direction. The killing experience given by ordinary creatures is too little, it is too difficult to single out a wilderness group, and it is too time-consuming to assassinate bit by bit.
According to the normal progress, Sauron estimated that he would need at least seven days to collect enough experience points to upgrade a career level.
He wants to absorb divinity!
Sauron is ready to confront the will of the Dread Demon God head-on, devouring the divinity that he divided with soul fragments.
But this requires a very strong will.
The night passed quickly, and Sauron slept very well that night, it can be said that he completely replenished the energy he had consumed. When he came out the next day, his appearance was quite different from the past. He took off the leather armor and the warm cotton coat on his body. He was only wearing the thinnest linen clothes, with shoulder-length hair Loose, bare feet without shoes, walking directly on the cold ice and snow.
— Penance!
The best way to temper your will.
A strong will is honed and accumulated little by little over time. A person's will will not change just because of your decision.
It is the accumulation of precipitation bit by bit when you persist!
He stepped barefoot on the ice and snow, and the cold wind blew through his clothes. The flimsy linen was useless at all. Even with Sauron's physique as high as 21 points, he couldn't resist the chill coming from all directions. The other people in the town stared at him strangely, as if they were looking at a lunatic or a fool, because even the northerners who are naturally hardy, wearing such thin clothes outside, will get sick in a short time.
Sauron came to the Temple of Agriculture, his attire surprised the priest, and then he bowed slightly.
She knew what Sauron was going to do, because a priest would do the same!
The only thing that surprised her was that she couldn't understand why rogues used such extreme methods to temper their will. They didn't need to rely on will to stabilize their beliefs like priests.
Most of the rogues are pan-believers, and they only talk about the gods at most!
Sauron got the reward he deserved, only a small amount of gold coins, about 30 pieces, and then part of the holy water, and the most important two bottles of powerful healing potions.
Its value is more than 500 Kindler, and its effect is equivalent to treating moderate injuries to serious injuries.
Pastors are experts at this.
Sauron continued his journey. He wore thin linen clothes, stepped barefoot on the icy snow, and moved forward step by step. He didn't use any supernatural powers, and he didn't bless himself with spells, just like this step by step. Walking forward, the ubiquitous chill seeped into his body, and his arms, cheeks, and feet soon began to turn slightly blue from the cold. Because there were no shoes to protect him, the soles of his feet also began to leave slight scars.
The ground is very rough, with stones, dead branches, and inconspicuous spikes, because there is a coniferous forest outside.
Frostbite accumulates gradually.
Although the rate of increase is very slow, the frostbite at 1:1 is still increasing steadily. Because of the scars on his feet, Sauron also has superimposed slight bruises, and these injuries gradually reduce his HP, fading away bit by bit. his vitality.
first day.
Sauron walked a hundred and fifty kilometers barefoot. He met a hungry white bear, but the other party died under his knife.
Night falls.
He didn't drink a drop of water all day, only drank a little water at this time, and then slowly ate dry food, without the slightest meat, just the roughest black bread. The frostbite on his whole body is already very obvious, and the deducted health points have reached more than ten points. If it is not for the innate talent of regeneration and the extraordinary physique of more than 20 points, he may have frozen to death in this day. The specialty of weak cold resistance can't offset all the cold damage in this environment.
Sauron didn't light a bonfire. He sat cross-legged on a rock, held his scimitar with both hands, and then slowly closed his eyes!
This is the practice method of Juggernaut.
He is meditating, but he is not exercising his mind like a wizard, but tempering his will.
The howling cold wind did not stop for a moment.
Occasionally, snowflakes fell on Sauron's body. The ice and snow melted little by little, and then froze into ice due to the cold temperature. Sauron sat cross-legged on the rock without moving. The whole person looked like an ice sculpture, with only his chest Inside's heart was still beating slowly and steadily.
The night passed slowly.
When Sauron opened his eyes the next day, his body was already covered with hoarfrost, and his whole body was already a little bit bruised. When he retracted the scimitar, he even took a little flesh off. His palm touching the blade had already frozen on the scimitar. The whole night of meditation made him feel stiff, and the frostbite on his body had accumulated to more than fifty points, almost reaching one-third of his health.
He got up slowly, drank some ice-cold water, and then began to eat, moving his body a little.
Today, there are no life-or-death monsters coming to the door.
Sauron's skin was slightly red after the activity. He drank a bottle of healing potion and felt a heat surge in his body. The power of the healing potion could not quickly restore his injury. After a brief rest, Sauron began to continue his journey. He is still wearing thin clothes, stepping barefoot on the ice and snow, moving forward bit by bit along the road, occasionally meeting other people, looking at him is unbelievable, completely like looking at a lunatic!
The second day, the third day, the fourth day.
Time passed bit by bit, Sauron's figure became thinner and thinner, and his expression became more and more tired. The frostbite on his body had accumulated to the extent that his skin and flesh were cracked, but the light in his eyes became more and more real, like a A sharp blade buried in ice and snow. He slaughtered a pack of snow wolves, killed three bear goblins, and had a brief fight with an ice troll.
Sauron walked less and less in a day because he was really tired.
On the way, he encountered some human villages, but he didn't stop at all, just walked over quietly.
The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day.
Sauron's lips were completely cracked, his body was covered with shocking frostbite, and he no longer looked as handsome as he was at the beginning. His walking posture was a little awkward, because he had already drunk all the healing potions, and the accumulated frostbite eventually dragged him into a serious injury state. He met a large pack of wolves, and because of the bloody smell from the cracked wound, the alpha wolf bit him on the leg, so that the wound could not heal until now.
The country of ice and snow is always so cold.
Sauron walked barefoot and thinly dressed in this world of ice and snow for more than a thousand miles. When a city in the snow and ice appeared in front of him, he finally got the long-awaited reminder of his expertise.
Walk thousands of miles barefoot.
Although Sauron is very, very weak at this moment, it is also his strongest moment!
Life and death are at this moment! ! !
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