With Zink as the inner responder, the people of the Wande Society did not expect that this trader had become a life-threatening enemy. With mental calculations and no intentions, the network closing operation that night was not difficult at all.
Waiting for them in the "old place", although they are still the transaction objects of the past, their allegiance objects are quite different. Just one contact, they are directly captured by the dark ranger.
Well, I also think this one-eyed dark ranger is awkward. After all, in a certain world, a certain dark ranger queen is even more popular, but since that world has developed to the later stage, even humans can be hunters and rangers. It is also normal for the Death Realm to become a dark ranger... Although the muscular dark ranger is indeed a bit blind, it is a pity that there is no mother-drowning fountain left here...
"By the way, System, is your former Niangwuquan real? Can you really do a complete transformation?"
[It's true, it's almost easier to change a person's gender than to reverse the cause and effect. In fact, you don't even need to let me do it. You can do it with your own undead surgery. It's just a matter of replacing a few organs and adjusting hormones. You can do it in less than an hour.]
Indeed, unlike modern organ transplants, where you need to worry about organ exclusion, infection, and poor nerve contact, undead surgery can be cut and pieced together at will, and any adverse reactions can be solved with magic, and the technology is very mature.
Hearing this, I was taken aback for a moment, don't say, my surgical skills can even replace the head and organs at will, and sex reassignment surgery should not be too simple, but after a little thought, I gave up creating a "orthodox style" dark ranger Queen's plan.
[…Did you think of it too? Yes, changing your gender is not a problem, but changing your gender is not a problem. You think that the reality is those Japanese obsolete works. It is too unscientific to turn a tall and strong man into a beautiful woman with a random nanny. According to normal inference, since it was originally a strong man, it is normal to directly become a muscular aunt. Also, thinking about those military careers or the poor sanitary conditions in medieval England, even if the king is a woman, he still thinks it's a rude aunt who is full of swearing and slang! A cute girl or something is just an otaku's imagination! By the way, isn't there a guy who has done a textual research, King XX is actually an ugly bald guy...]
"... I think I need to apologize immediately, otherwise I will be killed. By the way, Hua Mulan has not been discovered in the army for so many years. Is it because she looks like a man... I'll stop there."
Cough cough, I accidentally went astray. In fact, even sex reassignment surgery is not difficult, in fact, complete plastic surgery is nothing, but when I think of a slender beauty with the soul of a thick and powerful man, that crisp oriole sound turned out to be Because of a big guy who picks his feet, he doesn't feel cute or anything, and it's disgusting to a lot.
Colosse? Oh, Chloe's gender is Chloe! man what? If you ask this question to the bastards in Sulphur Mountain City, be careful they beat you up. It is said that the membership of the Coros Suitors Club has reached five figures, and those who have not joined the club but have bad intentions may already be six figures. Even if she is not an idol, she will become a member. emerging cults.
By the way, that guy doesn't seem to be far away from here, maybe, he can be transferred over to be eye-catching... Help.
Well, I accidentally turned it even further. Looking at the big black man who was looking away from the treetops, I still gave up the plan to give him a makeover, and he suddenly didn’t know that he had escaped.
Closer to home, when the heavy responsibility on my shoulders is relaxed, I am also a lot freer, and at this time, the evil necromancer is also good, at least he can ignore the means, so, in front of me, the unfortunate gang of death. The priest made it clear how old he was when he wetted the bed.
"… more trouble than I thought."
When the information was just leaked, the Ten Thousand Deaths Association already knew about the ruins, but they didn't pay attention to it at first. They just sent an expedition team composed of three or five high-level professionals to conduct an exploration of the ruins for the event funds. explore.
The result is that in the end only one apprentice who was active in the periphery survived. The expedition team, including a gold master, all died without even conveying the enemy's information. The expedition should have ended here, but an unexpected news, but Let the Ten Thousand Deaths be shocked in the locality of the Sasha Principality.
"There is an area inside the ruins where the space barrier is extremely weak, which is very suitable for opening the door of the plane. An ordinary gold-level necromancer actually summoned a bone dragon here."
So, the new expedition team hit the road. Although the reconnaissance team was trapped three times in a row, this time the exploration team not only brought enough sacrifices, but also brought the holy relics given by the undead emperor. The members are all elites. It is also more than half of the power of the Ten Thousand Deaths, not just a holy rank.
If this is bad news, then there is new news that is indistinguishable from good or bad.
For some reason, the road into the mountain was suddenly blocked by the official, and it was still guarded by the Royal Guard, unless it turned against the official and broke through, so the most powerful exploration team in existence was also blocked.
Not only that, because the treasure map was monopolized by unscrupulous profiteers and intelligence dealers, countless adventure groups and adventurers from Sasha flocked here, and the originally sparsely populated town had become a big market. Outsiders will become competitors in the eyes of everyone.
Hearing this news, a strong sense of pit father stagnates in my heart. How did a good treasure hunt turn into a big challenge for treasure hunting? Maybe I have to face the official. According to this rhythm, I will definitely There are more pitiful things waiting for me.
"Wait a minute, then, those sacrifices of the Ten Thousand Deaths Association will also be in that checkpoint town? They will definitely pass the checkpoint. Perhaps, they can be used to borrow..."
Looking at the obedient believers of the Ten Thousand Deaths Association in front of them, a method that has been used very well is gradually taking shape. Perhaps, as long as it is used properly, the powerful Ten Thousand Deaths Association team will be a good thing.
The pure power of death turns into a roaring skull in the palm of my hand, and the mark of death has proved my strength.
"Little guy, originally you should have died. Being my experiment is your only possibility, but now the situation has changed a little bit, and I have a proposal here. Maybe, you will help me 'voluntarily'. Of course, you You can also be unwilling, the experimental materials I have on hand are still very short."
Although he is a believer of the Wande Society, this middle-aged priest who nodded frantically seems to be equally afraid of death.
…
After making some arrangements for others to deal with the villagers, I understood the trivial matters at hand, and went straight back to the tent where I camped to rest.
Even though it was already night, the voices in the camp did not stop. Those villagers who had just escaped from their lives were still in the excitement of escaping from the sea of misery during the day. At night, they calmed down and thought of the relatives who were no longer there and the ruins. Home, I don't know where the whimper sounded first, and when the pent-up sadness spread, the whole camp was full of cries.
The old man hugged the child and sobbed in a low voice. The woman cried while thinking about her man and worried about the future. The young man remembered that his family would never see each other again, and his tears kept falling.
In this cruel world, such things are all too common. The old fritters have long expected that they either hide in tents to plug their ears, or fall asleep before they are too early. For young adventurers, this It is difficult to adapt to the scene in a short time.
Seemingly remembering her own experience, relying on her adoptive father, Katarina sobbed silently. The Northland trio had different reactions. Mary's face was very ugly, but the dark elf was used to parting, so she took off The heavy armor climbed on the pine branches of the camp, took out the five-string wooden harp, and gently sang the soul-sending song in Elvish language.
The melodious and peaceful exotic tunes reverberated in the camp, the tunes with a little parting meaning were not sad, but the cries became louder, while the youngest Inquisitor Thor was blank, this true adventure, and It seems very different from the epic adventures expected in the past.
According to the legendary storyline, shouldn't the rescued villagers offer their own flowers and kisses, why are they so sad when they are freed
The elf's farewell tune is still ringing in his ears, and the scene in front of him is constantly impacting his cognition. The sadness of mortals tells him that the big adventure full of dreams is not as simple as in books. Those villagers who seem to be the background in the legendary stories also have Their own life, grief, happiness, maybe their little bit of happiness is not worth mentioning in front of the noble master, but it is already their everything.
There is no one at home, and there are no people waiting for them to go home. Even myself almost became a slave. Let’s cry and vent, that’s right.
Gorgeous rhetoric is not necessary. The pain of losing relatives and homes can be felt by the conscience. In the face of sincere sorrow, the goblin's usually funny face has to be serious. He hesitated, as if he wanted to do something, tell them that the future There is still hope.
"… let them cry, what can you do? Say something innocuous? Leave them alone!"
But he was held back by his companions, and Mary, who was also livid, was also very upset. This was not the first time she had encountered something. She knew that the comfort of outsiders at this time was in addition to opening the wound. Pointless.
But Sol suddenly shook off his companion's hand and ran over with his short legs.
"I, I, I'm not here to comfort you. I have a power here, and I don't need a lot of talent. Ordinary people can learn it. It, but, can protect you and prevent such things from happening again."
When the goblin was nervous, he stuttered a little, but his speech became more and more unclear, but with the emotional investment in his heart, he became more and more courageous, and the voice that was not too loud became clearer and louder.
"Yes, the power of the law can definitely protect you! That's what the lord created it for. He didn't provide the strong with a new tool to bully the weak, the law, and the power of the law, both. It is protection and rescue for the weak! This is a power that anyone can try to master, and it is to protect and punish sinners.”
Sol took off the chain from his neck, and placed the emblem of the scale on his hand. The next moment, the silver radiance ignited on it. When the holy flame was swirling around, the dark cloud was opened, and a silver light fell, just in time. On the goblin's body, above the sky, there seem to be invisible eyes watching here.
"A miracle with little chance? No, the pillar of law in the underworld never sleeps. Anyone can seek justice and rescue from it. We do not believe in blind worship of the gods, but we honor the gods of the underworld because they give salvation to the weak. And guard, and punish the unrighteous!"
Sol opened the package behind him, and handed over the legal books and study notes in it to the bewildered villagers.
"Learn the "Law" first, and then start with "The Difference Between the Law and the Holy Light"..."
Halfway through the words, he remembered what he saw in Sulphur Mountain City. Now he knew why these most basic books in the bookstore were always so popular, and there were many old judges who bought them for more than ten years. It stands to reason that they These introductory books are no longer needed, and now he knows why those inquisitors and justice knights who have just gone out on business always go to supplement books as soon as possible.
"Have your books been lost?"
"No, it's a gift."
"Propagation of the law? Great, there are new followers of the law? Why not bring a little more."
"Bring more? No matter how much you bring, it's not enough. Oh, what do I tell you about this, you'll understand later."
The memories of the past flashed in his mind, and Sol smiled bitterly. Now he really understands, but looking at the scenery in front of him, he would rather not understand. Perhaps, when the whole world is so cruel , No matter how much you bring, it doesn't make sense.
"Is it really possible? People like us can also gain power?"
Suddenly, in the dazed crowd, there was a rush of inquiries. It was a young and thin figure. The boy who was barely clothed was crying while hugging his grandfather. At this time, his eyes were full of expectations. The miracles and words shown by Thor gave him hope, a hope for the future.
"Snapped."
A slap slapped his face fiercely, and his face was immediately red and swollen, but Sol didn't feel it at all. He was ashamed of his dazedness at that moment.
"It doesn't make sense to myself? Oh, stupid Sol, it makes sense to them, that's enough."
The judge who had just walked out of the campus took a deep breath and tried to recall how the instructor taught it. Sol began to tell ordinary people about his own way of the law, just like his thousands of predecessors.
"First of all, you have to understand what is the power of the law and the law, it is not a very aggressive force..."
Behind him, the dark elf on the tree nodded quietly, and she began to recognize this companion, but the voice of the soul song silently stopped, allowing the goblin's harsh preaching to spread even more at night. Far.
At the same time, in the largest and most luxurious tent in the camp, the person who should have fallen asleep reached out and pulled down the curtains, withdrawing his gaze.
He picked up a manuscript book by his hand and began to write his experience today into it. The book was almost finished.
And the cover of this handwritten book is "Unconventional use of the power of the underworld in magic spells-allowing low-level legal practitioners and high-level professionals to have a chance to fight for their lives".