It turned out that Pedgast did not escape from the Blue Boy Altar and ascend to heaven by his own power. It was the red-haired troll named Sabra Hex who helped him.
"He stuffed a piece of dragon's blood crystal into my mouth, which made me wake up again after I fell into coma... It seems that he was caught..."
I really can't understand why a cruel and ignorant troll would save mankind.
However, this is no longer important. Anyway, Sabra can't even save himself at this time, and he may soon take his secrets with him on the road to death, starting from the seeping grass shed.
oh!
Dont look at me!
I'm not going to save a filthy monster!
As the priest approached, Sabra whined and shrank back with a look of horror. If his mouth hadn't been tightly blocked by a rag, he would have screamed in fear. .
The priest walked up to him muttering something, bent down, and blew the contents of the wooden bowl into his face. Suddenly, a layer of faint purple mist appeared on the surface of the mirror-like liquid.
Behind the purple mist, Sabra's red eyes widened and she slumped to the ground stiffly.
He must not have lost consciousness, because when the priest touched his face, the fear accumulated in his pupils reflecting the sun became stronger and stronger.
The priest laughed arrogantly, and tremblingly pulled out the piece of cloth from Sabra's mouth.
She used her black pointed nails to pick up a few drops of sticky and strange liquid in the bowl, then put her fingers into his mouth and stirred it vigorously. Suddenly, Sabra's tongue hung out from the corner of his mouth, along with saliva mixed with blood foam.
Oh... I wrinkled my face in disgust.
I admit, I can't stand it anymore.
But just when I picked up the dagger and quietly stepped forward to teach the ugly old witch a lesson, there were suddenly a few snapping sounds from above the hut.
I immediately raised my head and looked over, and at that moment, I almost screamed!
Right there, on the edge of the hut, there were several thin snakes hanging down!
They hissed, and their fine scales reflected colorful light!
"Hiss--" They opened their mouths wide and sprayed out venom like white mist, rolling towards me, making the soil sizzle wherever they passed.
Trying my best to suppress the fear in my heart, I just pulled up my disobedient legs and ran behind a thick vine wall without looking back.
"Huh?" Almost at the same moment, I heard a confused voice.
The corner of my eye told me that the old priest was looking at the place where I stood just now, and the white mist was hovering there, and it didn't slowly dissipate until she looked away.
I breathed out subconsciously.
At the other end, I saw the wizard holding up the willow staff again and singing a weird song. Soon, a milky white light lit up from her wooden staff, and it twisted and twisted several times. Trapping Sabra inside, suddenly, the light flashed violently, and the next second, they all disappeared without a trace!
oh! I jumped out of my hiding place!
The sun was bright and everything in the hayloft was in full view!
There was indeed no one there, and even those twisted snakes were gone!
...Where did they go? !
After a pause, I boldly slipped to the hay shed. All that was left in the thatched hut was the blood-stained wolf skin next to the soup pot.
"This is the giant shadow wolf..." Pedgast said softly, "Go and look for it in the pot, little mushroom cool, look for the wolf's heart."
"Oh, what are you looking for?"
"I once read a strange dark magic volume in the library of Dalaran, which was made from the flesh, flesh and soul of at least hundreds of creatures such as elves, humans, dwarves, centaurs, giants, snowmen, harpies, etc. , and then using the heart of the giant shadow wolf as a medium, you can enter the boundary between life and death."
"...What are you doing in a ghost place like that?"
"Knowledge and power are something no one can understand, Xiao Guliang."
"But why is she taking Sabra?"
"Xiao Guliang, what do you think you need to do in exchange for knowledge and power?" When he said that, Pedgast's voice became cold.
I subconsciously tightened my grip on the spoon, "What to use?"
"Of course it's the soul. I still remember that crappy spell..."
His words reminded me of something, and that thing made me frown, "Mr. Pedgast, do you think the altar will be inside?"
"Ah~ that's right, little guy, the Blue Boy Altar is inside."
"Then let's..." As I said that, I stopped suddenly.
Oh my God, who is talking? ! That drawl doesn't belong to Pedgast!
"Hey! Behind the mud!" Pedgast exclaimed in my ear.
Turning around, I was horrified to find a huge shadow standing behind me! He was glaring at me with his glowing eyes, and the fangs leaking from his mouth almost pierced my forehead!
Before I could react, he grabbed my mouth and nose with his huge right hand. With a sweep of his thick right leg, he tripped me to the ground and held me down.
"Well!"
"Little guy, don't be so scared."
Only ghosts are afraid! Subconsciously, I smashed the spoon in my hand against his long cheek with my backhand. However, his reaction ability was surprisingly fast. I almost watched him lift his left knee dragging the afterimage, and then, Pinned my arms to the ground.
Oh my God!
I feel like my bones are going to crack!
At this moment, my remaining left hand was unable to shake his wrist.
I closed my eyes hard, and I was already standing in the wind of shadows that filled the sky.
However, he did not attack further. "Little guy," he brought the ferocious face closer and said slowly in his deep voice, "Listen to me..."
Before he could finish speaking, a pitch-black arrow shot through the air from behind him!
His green eyes suddenly turned back. The next second, he put his hand on the ground and flipped up in the air. The arrow that could have penetrated his neck only penetrated deeply into the gray leather armor on his shoulder.
Almost at the same moment, the second feather arrow also came after him. He grabbed the heavy black iron longbow behind his back with his backhand and swung it forward fiercely.
Weng--
The feathered arrow and the shining black bowstring broke out of the flames, then changed their course and sank deeply into the pillars of the hay shed.
The third feather arrow has also arrived!
It had a dark purple electric light, and it wanted to hug the troll's cheek like a spider. This made his expression change, and he immediately jumped back and tilted his head.
Whoosh--
The arrow missed the target, and he had to exit the hut completely, bending his knees defensively.
Only then did I stand up, but the next second, I was pulled behind me.
"Little Flame!" The man covered me completely with his strong shoulders. "Are you okay? Huh?"
"Hearn?!" I was so shocked, "Why are you here?!"
"Ha, the white vapor you breathed sold you."
At this time, the young man's strong arms had fully drawn the bow and arrow in his hand, and the tip of the arrow was pointed straight at the troll's cheek.
The troll in front of me had already fully loaded the bow and arrows in his hand in an instant, with the tip of the arrow pointed at Hearne's heart. "Little guys, put down your weapons and let's talk about cooperation. How about it?"
It's surprising enough that a troll can speak Common Language proficiently. What's even more surprising to me is that he wants to cooperate with us. What cooperation? !
Hearne seemed stunned for a moment, but the bow and arrow in his hand were still pointing steadily at the troll's face, "Why should we cooperate with you?"
The troll's green eyes looked back and forth between Hearn and me. "If you don't cooperate with me, ah~ little guys, you won't have a chance to breathe anymore." As he said that, he flicked the knife with his sharp nails. The Black Bow of the Carver's Talon.
Da la da la da la--
God knows what happened, but the sound suddenly became extremely sharp, harsh and distorted in my ears. As the sound shook my eardrums, an icy chill sprang up in my heart.
"He's a shadow hunter!" Unexpectedly, I heard Pedgast say, "Watch out for his bow and arrows!"
I stared at the sharp arrow in the troll's hand with vigilance, and subconsciously, I pressed the dagger on my waist hard.
Is he the Shadowhunter? !
Speaking of which, have you heard of Shadowhunters?
I've seen descriptions of them in books.
It is said that they can wander between light and darkness, communicate with gods, and use their powers to destroy opponents or heal wounds.
Of course, the most terrifying thing about shadow hunters is not their magic power, but the bow and arrow in their hands that can penetrate the soul.
Once you die under their arrows, your soul will be trapped in the bow and arrows and will never come out!
Is the black bow in his hand such a terrifying weapon that can imprison the soul? !
Unconsciously, I bent my back lower, and cold sweat fell down my cheeks one by one.
"You plan to lose your troops before stepping into the altar?" the shadow hunter whispered.
At that moment, his pupils almost shrank into a pitch black dot. And I, in that black spot, saw a flash of black magic light. Without any warning, a huge force struck from the air and caught me in the air! Facing the arrow that suddenly moved and pointed directly at my head, I suddenly felt extremely panicked. I felt that even if I escaped into the wind of shadow in the first place, I would be pierced by the arrow and my brain would be pierced. burst!
"...Put away your arrows and talk to us about cooperation again." After a pause, Hearn gritted his teeth and said.
The troll smiled slightly, "Ah~ put it down first, little guy. Very good." As he said that, he slowly lowered the ferocious bow to the ground, and the force holding my shoulder blades also became lighter. He gently put me back down, "Wise choice. Come, let's open the altar first." His luminous eyes crossed Hern and swept across my cheeks. Then, his eyes slid all the way down and landed on my waist. On the golden bottle, "Ah~ I have been looking for that soul with powerful magic power. It turns out that you are hiding there."
"I'm not hiding!" Pedgast retorted loudly, "I'm not afraid of mud at all! I have blood amber, and the mud can try to see whether the mud swallows me first, or I swallow the mud first!"
"Hmm~" the troll thought for a moment, "...open the altar, and I will help you find a body that can move freely. I have several living human bodies in my hands, the kind that have perfectly erased souls. "
His words sent a chill down the back of my neck and made Pedgast silent for a long time, but his answer was, "Give me enough materials! I'm not coveting your bodies!"
*
I think that old man Pedgast was bribed by the Shadowhunter Lorca - or so he said.
He very diligently began to prepare a complicated and dark psychic magic. Obviously he had just said not long ago that casting magic with a spirit body would kill him!
And Lorca seems to be very willing to provide all help to Pedgast. He can always conjure some foul-smelling powder or strange potions from his belt.
When they found the purple wolf heart in the stone pot, they laughed weirdly and excitedly together.
*
I couldn't help but take a step back and quietly leaned towards Hearn.
"Little flame?" He breathed hot and moist breath into my ear softly.
Oh, I couldn't help but tilt my neck, "...that shadow hunter obviously has everything, why does he want to cooperate with us?"
"I guess he doesn't know magic."
I seemed to have underestimated the shadow hunter's hearing. Luo Ka actually turned his head and raised his towering green eyebrows at us, "Little guys, I serve the noble dragon eagle Luo Agayale, how could I get my hands on a poisonous snake?" magic?"
…is there any difference between troll gods? Savage, ignorant, and full of fanaticism.
Of course, I wisely kept those words on the tip of my tongue.
As he spoke, the old dwarf floated out of the golden bottle and stood next to the stone pot like a thin piece of paper-cut, "We can start."
