Pol
Sure enough, it has something to do with that bastard!
Qin Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
Kieran had always been skeptical about this lone traveler who claimed to be trapped by a 'witch'.
In fact, Kieran had this attitude towards any stranger who approached him.
Especially after having more enemies like 'brokers', Kieran became more and more vigilant.
"Is this what you've been planning all along?"
Qin Ran looked at the palace again, and finally locked his eyes on the oval gate that glowed blue and white in front of him.
"please help me!"
Paul's voice sounded again.
Kieran could feel the rush and weakness.
Incidents and injuries
Qin Ran guessed.
But that was not his reason for entering the front door.
Before confirming whether there is danger, Qin Ran will not act without authorization.
And how to determine the danger
Snapped!
Qin Ran raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The high-ranking evil spirit appeared in response.
"Your most loyal and humble servant, at your call, always at your service."
As soon as the high-ranking evil spirits appeared, they would bow and salute.
As Kieran's power was unsealed, its power was also unsealed.
This made the upper evil spirit more and more sure that he couldn't do without Kieran.
Because, not only can it clearly feel that the power of the contract has completely penetrated its roots, but this power is still slowly changing it.
Whether it's good or bad can't be said for the time being.
But it's a good thing.
The premise is that the boss in front of him is willing to do so.
You must know that the contract between the two parties is mainly based on the boss, and the boss will do whatever he says.
it
There is no room for resistance.
Also, dare not resist.
No one knows better than it what kind of person the boss in front of him is.
It definitely doesn't want to be the enemy of the boss.
Therefore, when he straightened up, the higher-ranking evil spirit immediately walked straight towards the blue-white oval gate.
Of course, before that, everything about Mimosa had been reported to Qin Ranhui through the power of the contract.
After learning that Mimosa was safe, Qin Ran let go of his last worry, and followed the higher evil spirit into the world behind the 'door'.
…
The carriage came to a hillside, and the dense pine forest combined with the magical aura covered the traces of the carriage. Bohr was panting heavily, not only because he was exhausted, but also because he was seriously injured.
The wound was in the lower abdomen, because he was stabbed by a sword when he was fighting the enemy. If it wasn't for the targeted item he was carrying, he would have been pierced through his body at that time and lost his life.
However, even so, he didn't feel well.
Of course, it was even more difficult for the person who stabbed him. The person who stabbed him had his head cut off with a sword. Taking a chance to breathe, he used some other props to temporarily escape to this hillside, hiding in the dense pine forest.
"Mr. Pole."
The lowered voice still seemed loud.
A man with a height of two meters walked over.
The opponent was not only tall, but also extremely strong, with linen cut sleeves, coarse trousers, cowhide boots, and a long-handled ax spear in his hand.
The strong man took two steps, found the intestines, shook the ax gun indifferently, and threw it out, then walked in front of Boer, checked Boer's injuries, and when he found that the internal organs were not injured, The strong man breathed a sigh of relief, and handed over the water bag he was carrying.
"Drink a little, it's good for your injury!"
Inside the unscrewed water bag, there was a smell of inferior wine, which made Boer cough uncontrollably.
Immediately, the injury was affected, and Boer, who had just coughed, couldn't help crying out in pain, but when he saw the strong man about to bandage his wound, Boer said repeatedly.
"No, Ashcano."
"I'll heal myself."
Bohr, who had seen the opponent's bandaging technique, would never allow himself to be bandaged by the opponent, as long as he didn't want to die.
The burly man scratched his head, and squatted halfway beside Boer. After watching Boer take out the gauze and alcohol, his eyes could not be separated from the alcohol.
"tasty."
The strong man commented like this.
"But you can't drink it."
Paul emphasized.
"Why?"
"It reminds me of eaux-de-vie!"
The strong man asked.
This gave Bohr an unusual headache. At this moment, he finally understood why the priest Novan was so happy when he offered two Kimptons to hire the other party.
Not because of the joy of Kimpton, but because of the joy of getting out of trouble.
"It makes you think of eaux-de-vie, but it's not eau-de-vie!"
"Also, we should pay more attention to the situation at hand."
Ball tried to make Ashcano understand the situation at hand.
But immediately, Bohr was desperate.
"It's just more than a hundred rotten sweet potatoes, we can cut them down in no time!"
"Come on, stand up, let's fight together!"
Ashkano said with high spirits.
"Ashcano, I'm different from you. This kind of injury is enough to make me lose my mobility. I can't fight for the time being."
Pohl pointed to his wound and explained.
"You can't fight anymore?"
Ashkano was taken aback, the strong man scratched his head again, then waved his hand and said:
"fine!"
"Then you wait here, while I chop down those more than a hundred rotten sweet potatoes!"
After finishing speaking, Ashkano stood up and picked up the ax and spear.
"wait wait wait."
"return!"
Looking at the bodyguard who stood up and rushed down the hillside, Boer yelled loudly. The other party heard him, but he waved his hand vigorously, and responded with a louder voice: "I'll go back as soon as I go!"
Following the sound, the bodyguard disappeared into the pine forest.
Bohr weakly lowered his raised hand.
He wasn't worried about the bodyguard's safety, and he never worried that the bodyguard would lie.
He knows the opponent's strength and character.
Now that it is said, it will definitely be done.
but…
Their enemies are not just the group of bandits down the mountain.
Those bandits are just pawns for testing, and the real killing move is far from coming.
Then, Pol gave a wry smile.
He, a guy who can't even deal with the opponent's probing pieces, it's useless to think about the opponent's ultimate move, and the next him, I'm afraid...he will die.
Thinking of death, Pohl shuddered all over.
He is afraid of death.
Facing death, he struggled several times.
But in the end, he still has to die!
Thinking of his own efforts in the huge city, Bohr smiled wryly again.
He didn't resent those people for wanting to die, let alone being unfair.
Where does fairness come from in the world
The so-called fairness, most of the time, is just self-deception.
In fact, if it were him, facing a 'help seeker' who didn't know his origin, most of the time he would just be vigilant, and the rest would only be hostility.
"You guys, you probably will see me soon."
"Like you, I did not escape."
"It's even worse than you guys."
Recalling the friends who first entered the huge city and then passed away, Bohr shook his head and took out a bottle of potion and poured it down. He has not given up his efforts.
Bohr knew very well the character of the enemy he was facing. He, a guy who had repeatedly spoiled the opponent's good deeds, fell into the opponent's hands, and it was impossible to simply die.
Being tortured is a must.
after
I am afraid that life will be worse than death for a while.
For him now, the best choice is to kill himself.
However, he was still afraid of death.
Before the real life is worse than death, he is still afraid of death.
"I really am a coward!"
Bohr sighed softly, he held the long sword and tried to support himself to stand up.
There were bursts of pain from the wound on his abdomen. Even with the auxiliary treatment of medicine, such a simple action still made the gauze turn red quickly, and his physical strength was greatly consumed.
Leaning his back on the carriage, Ball gasped again.
After an injury, he should rest well, but he had to.
Because, the enemy is coming!
Not those visible enemies.
But an invisible enemy.
With the help of special props purchased from Lawlessness, Boer clearly watched those invisible creatures slowly surround him, and the temperature dropped involuntarily.
Pohl knew exactly what to do with these invisible creatures: fire was the only way to deal with these things.
It's a pity that he who is hiding here at this time dare not use flames at all.
This would give away his whereabouts.
Invisible enemies are very troublesome, but a group of visible enemies is also very troublesome. If the two are combined into one, it will be the most troublesome thing.
Thankfully, Ball prepared ahead of time.
When he left Morsa, he not only spent two Kimptons to hire Ashcano, the bodyguard in the Temple of War, but also spent twenty Kimptons to decorate his carriage.
And this time, it is used.
Bohr covered his lower abdomen with his hands, the blood stained his hands through the gauze, and he pressed the car door with his bloody hands.
The invisible magic circle imprinted in the car door immediately started to operate.
Roar!
A huge thunderous roar sounded from the bottom of Bohr's heart, and it also sounded from the bottom of those invisible creatures.
Unlike Ball, who was endowed with courage, those invisible creatures suffered a catastrophe.
Crack, clap!
Like the sound of glass shattering, one invisible creature after another shattered.
However, Bohr didn't have time to pay attention to these.
He turned and walked towards the horse.
These horses from outside Morsa are the best war horses, with strong explosive power and long endurance. Although they need careful care, they are good helpers on the battlefield.
This is true whether passing or retreating.
And Bohr spent a lot of money to buy these two war horses, just for this time.
He untied the reins.
But it wasn't until Bohr got on his horse.
The two strong war horses neighed suddenly.
Sigh!
Amidst the sharp neighing, the two supposedly docile war horses kicked and planed, shaking their manes uncomfortably. At the end, they even lay on the ground motionless. If they were not still panting, they would be as if they were dead.
Pohl's body swayed, and he supported the carriage so that he didn't fall to the ground.
A shadow appeared in his eyes.
The coldness appeared and spread rapidly.
The blessing of the Temple of War made Boer resist the coldness, but the situation was not optimistic. The coldness poured into Boer's body continuously, but the blessing of the Temple of War gradually faded away.
For a general believer, if there are not enough Kimptons, it is impossible for the priest to pray for him.
But even if you pray for blessings, the effect is limited. Even true believers can hardly receive the blessing of the God of War. Not only the God of War, but since the "Black Calamity", the gods have paid less and less attention to the human world.
More are some evil existences appearing.
In particular, it is speculated that the "Miss Calamity" who brought the "Black Calamity" has received more worship.
However, in the entire Hokuriku, that 'Miss Calamity' is still hiding in the dark.
But the influence of the other party is getting more and more far-reaching.
For example, at this moment, Bohr, who was feeling the 'disaster order', knew exactly what he was encountering.
"The priest of 'Miss Calamity'?"
"No!"
"If it's the priest of 'Miss Calamity', I don't need to be so troublesome. I will die if I shoot directly."
"It should be purchased from the secret place of a certain priest, a supernatural item that belongs to the blessing of the 'Miss Calamity'."
Bohr, who quickly figured it out, became more and more desperate.
He is ready.
The opponent is also prepared.
Moreover, it is more comprehensive and powerful than him.
What to do
Is there really only death left
The despair in Boer's heart made him almost lose his strength.
The remaining blessings belonging to the God of War have completely faded away.
The rest is ice cold.
Ball is preparing for his own miserable future.
And at this moment, a voice suddenly appeared from the bottom of my heart
"You look like you need help?"
The voice was gentle and unfamiliar, but it was a lifesaver for Pole.
"Yes."
"I need help."
"What do I have to pay?"
Pol asked.
"pay?"
"It doesn't take much!"
“Essentially free!”
the voice replied.
There is no free lunch in the world!
This is the truth that Bohr has already understood.
The free stuff is often the most expensive!
Especially this strange way of appearance and inexplicable emphasis made Bohr understand that he might have encountered those strange existences.
But does he have a choice now
After hesitating for less than a second, Bohr shouted:
"I'm willing to pay the price you said!"
"please help me!"
The voice fell, but nothing happened.
The cold is still spreading.
Death continues to draw near.
Bohr couldn't stand up at this moment, he fell beside the carriage, his face was in contact with the cold mud, just like he failed again and again in the huge city.
"It's a really bad situation."
Bohr's lips twitched.
At this time, he thought of his promise to lawlessness.
Probably missed the appointment.
besides…
2567.
The man who still chose to be fair when faced with him, the dog in the water.
He has thought more than once that if his strength can be recovered, he must team up with the opponent to complete a dungeon world, and try his best to help the opponent get the highest evaluation and the best spoils.
No reason.
Just for the fairness of the other party.
And, also kindness.
The fairness of the other party is one of the few times when he wakes up and feels that his life is not so gloomy.
but…
Everything can't be achieved.
With his face stained with mud and his whole body weak, Boer quietly waited for the judgment of fate.
A calm voice suddenly sounded.
"Does the frozen earth have a fragrance?"
Paul shuddered.
He recognized the voice.
He looked up in disbelief.
Immediately, he saw the familiar person, with the same indifferent attitude as he remembered, standing casually on the frozen soil, among the pine forests, forming a deep figure interlaced with the bright moon behind him.
"2567!"