In the middle of the night, the battlefield outside the village of Harmony is like a forest. However, at night, thick fog was rising, the light was faint, and the torches and figures were indeterminate in the vision.
Against the backdrop of the thick fog and torches, Zhou Qingfeng sat on a rock, his epee crossed his knees, his armor was broken, and his body was covered in blood.
The goblin army was defeated, the evil god Cyric also ascended to heaven, and the chaos was over. Most of the human groups in the Black Forest are engaged in this battle. They are either happy, fearful, or at a loss, but a victory conceals all dissatisfaction.
People grabbed swords and axe to run around, only to hunt down the goblins in exchange for the bounty promised by Zhou Qingfeng. Few people knew that the evil god had descended in this battle, and even less that Victor Hugo, as the commander-in-chief, had defeated the irresistible god.
'Jiying' circled Zhou Qingfeng, and looked up at the sky where Cyric had left. This abyssal magic horse wants to say a few words, comment, and sigh with emotion. But its owner was exhausted, completely without the joy and excitement of defeating the gods.
Too tired, too tired.
Zhou Qingfeng died thousands of times in front of the evil dragon. I am ignorant and fearless, knowing that I have nothing to lose, and I have not been very afraid. But it was different from the Cthulhu battle, the battle was too complicated and involved too many areas, and finally won, but exhausted instead.
"Master, you don't seem to be happy at all."
"How do you want me to be happy?"
"You have defeated Cyric. The murder god Cyric, a rare and powerful divine presence in the Pantheon, is a battle worthy of being recorded in the annals of history and recorded in the legend."'Jiying' shouted, jumping, Running back and forth.
"Master, you are famous! You will be immortal!
You will be regarded as a hero by all humans, countless bards will sing your deeds, you will have a unique name in the future, you should be happy. Even if I am an undead half-demon, I am honored to be able to participate in this battle. "
Compared with the joy of Jiying, Zhou Qingfeng only looked down at the leather armor. His silt monster leather armor became tattered and lost, completely ruined. A bloody hole was also made on his left arm, and the flesh was peeled off, but the black blood was still flowing.
On the broken leather armor, the number is fixed at '19'.
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly about this. He fought hard for nineteen times before winning. He thought to himself: "They all say'nine deaths for a lifetime' to describe hardships. I have died 18 times this time and survived a lot of hardship. I have What's so happy?"
The left arm was still numb, and toxins attacked his heart. Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was dying again. He wanted to wait quietly at this moment, relax, maybe have to do it again.
"Victor, how is your injury?"
In the thick fog, Enisa passed through the busy crowd. Her Royal Highness's sword was also stained with blood, but she was brave and vigorous. In particular, she trots quickly with a sharp sword upside down, the wind blows her hair in disorder, and her clothes are stained with blood, just like a war goddess.
When Enisa approached, she saw the wound and black blood on Zhou Qingfeng's left arm. She quickly pulled one off from the corner of her clothes and tied Zhou Qingfeng to the end close to the heart. She tried to bleed again, but the wound was cut open and she was at a loss.
"Victor, you were hit by a Cthulhu weapon, and ordinary healing methods are ineffective."
This sentence almost pronounced that Zhou Qingfeng was doomed to death.
'Jiying' stood beside her, her excitement suddenly dropped. It said in a deep voice: "Master, he defeated the evil god, and he created a miracle."
Ah..., Enisa came from outside the battlefield just to see the result of the duel between Zhou Qingfeng and Cyric. She came with the belief that the enemy must fight, and she was ready to sacrifice. According to the words of'Jiying', "Cthulhu was defeated?"
"Yes. Cyric was defeated and returned to the kingdom of God. But my master is afraid that he won't live anymore." Jiying sighed and shouted: "This is an incomparable feat of defeating the gods. Master, Don't worry. I will spread your reputation to the entire continent in the future."
More people walked out of the thick fog, Naser, Todd, Jason, Old Borg, Wilson, and Nar. Everyone has firm eyes, knowing that they will die, but they all come to help, but what you see is Victor Hugo who is being attacked by the poison.
Victory and death are closely linked. The hearts of everyone are heavy.
"Dead horse, you shut up." Zhou Qingfeng sighed and was about to read the file.
However, Enisa suddenly became cruel, and grabbed the rotten meat that cut Zhou Qingfeng's wound with a knife again, "Hold it up. The breath of the evil god is eroding your body. Unless you find a high-level priest. You will be forced to Cyric surrenders and it will capture your soul."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "Where is there any high-ranking pastor in this ghost place?"
Inisa took a close look at Zhou Qingfeng's face. The young man's spirit is very bad, accompanied by high fever. But it was he who led this desperate battle in the Black Forest.
He is fierce and fierce, decisive, ruthless to the enemy, strict to himself, and exerts high pressure on his men. But precisely because of his outstanding efforts, a catastrophe disappeared invisible, and he defeated the invincible evil god.
"Victor, you are indeed a hero, you shouldn't die just like this. Otherwise, justice will not exist." The beautiful princess looked at Zhou Qingfeng's eyes.
Ok... ...
Zhou Qingfeng looked at Inisa strangely.
This woman is like a pearl in the world, so unique. The two helped each other and cooperated with each other, as if they were born with a kind of trust, and then they had the immediate victory. It’s just that Zhou Qingfeng didn’t understand what a woman meant
"If it weren't for you, the humans in the Black Forest would have been enslaved by goblins, the evil god would gain everything, and people would lose their freedom. Your efforts saved everyone's destiny, and you should live."
While speaking, Enissa took out a sealed small bottle from her pocket.
Pulling out the cork, a faint fragrance floated out, and it smelled like... "Tears of Lovers".
"Why are you taking out the perfume?"
"Fool, it's not just perfume."
"What is it?"
Enisa poured the bottle over, and dew drops fell on the wound on Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder. The water droplets smelled elegant, but when they arrived at the wound, they crackled like falling on a hot oil pan, bursting into blossoms of blood.
Under the action of toxins, the flesh and blood of the shoulders become dehydrated, showing an extremely strange charring phenomenon. After the drop of water fell in, the remaining muscles twitched like a spasm, and the black energy hidden in it emerged, entangled and entangled.
Zhou Qingfeng had originally lost the sense of his arm, and he even felt it was difficult to breathe. Now he screamed in pain and rolled on the spot. In order to prevent his wound from tearing, Enisa had to lean down and hold him, trying to comfort him and not let him move.
After suffering for a while, Zhou Qingfeng asked in a crying voice: "What is this? It hurts!"
"Holy water from the Temple of Life. I mix it with the'Tears of Lovers'. Only by relying on it for nearly a year can I get rid of evil and resist chaos in the Black Forest."
Inisa wiped the cold sweat from her forehead for Zhou Qingfeng, "Forbearance, it can help you get rid of the influence of Cthulhu."
After the pain, Zhou Qingfeng did feel that his shoulders were no longer hot and uncomfortable, and his body became much more comfortable, and even his spirit became refreshed. However, Enisa shook her head and said, "The removal is not complete", and then dropped the holy water from the small bottle on his shoulder.
The feeling of suffering in the oil pan reappeared, even more intense than the previous time. Zhou Qingfeng was completely uncontrollable in pain, struggling constantly on the ground, screaming endlessly. In order to prevent him from hurting herself, Enisa had to ride on his waist and hold her back.
Zhou Qingfeng struggled desperately in pain, turning upside down. The woman comforted him not to move, and suppressed him forcibly to prevent the wound from getting worse. After tossing like this for a long time, when the wound on the shoulder was treated, both of them were sweating profusely and tired.
Zhou Qingfeng lay on the ground and panted, feeling weak. The intense pain caused tears to flow out of his eyes, but the wound on his left arm was really healed, and even healed quickly, and the flesh and blood that had been cut off were growing back.
Enisa finished the treatment and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She looked at the empty bottle in her hand and sighed slightly, "You take a break, get up and move around when you have strength, and remember to re-dress the wound. I'm busy, and I will see you later."
The woman adjusted the messy corners of her clothes and got up and left.
Zhou Qingfeng lay down for a while, and found that there were many more people watching the excitement around him. Everyone originally sent him off for the last time with a sad mood, but now they find that this scourge seems to be dying for a while.
The sadness disappeared quickly.
Even Jiying was no longer sad, and the probe came over—it was obviously a skeletal war horse, and the monster's head was really over-curiosity.
"Master, are you finished?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Unexpectedly, the owner would have been ridden one day."
"Jiying, you owe Bian, don't you?"
"Master, you have just met an inexperienced partner for the first time in your virginity. I was reluctant and had to bear it. The pain even shed tears."
"Dead horse, shut up!"
"Unexpectedly, the master likes being ridden by a woman. Tsk tsk tsk..., this habit is really wonderful!"
"You dead horse, I must kill you!"