"Yes." The young sailor warrior responded, looking at Gavin with piercing eyes, filled with admiration that could not be concealed.
The other person's age seemed to be nearly ten years younger than him.
However, the abilities he displayed in all aspects were beyond his reach, and he had the illusion that he had spent more than twenty years living on a dog.
Another reason why the young sailors and soldiers led by him have a stronger impression of Gavin is that he gave them a second chance.
Many of them had their arms and legs torn off when fighting vampires. If it weren't for the vampire nemesis Gavin brought out, they would have become useless.
The circular scar left by the limited regeneration technique not only did not make them feel inferior, but instead regarded it as a symbol of honor.
"From now on, I officially appoint you as the captain of the left-behind team, and I will give you this sword." Gavin took out the magic sword, completed the canonization ceremony, and handed it to Craigie with his backhand.
This +2 magic long sword has a sharp special effect. In the hands of a warrior, it is considered a small masterpiece. It was originally obtained from Ost.
Now in his hands, it has almost zero use, taking up space in the convenience bag in vain.
It's better to take advantage of the opportunity and use it to win people's hearts.
"Yes, thank you Lord for giving me the sword." Craigie took the magic sword respectfully, with excitement that could not be concealed on his face.
Good weapons are what every warrior desires.
Magic weapons are even more rare.
Although they were from the Royal Navy of Tethyr, the royal family at that time had been in decline for a long time and had no time to take care of themselves, let alone support and equip them.
The last watchmen are not that easy to be, most of their supplies and weapons are snatched from the hands of pirates.
A lot of equipment was lost with the sinking of the Watchman.
Only a few pieces remain in Copperfield's hands.
After the other party took over the magic sword, Gavin made further arrangements: "These two enlightenment trees will be transferred to your command, and they will accompany you to escort the women and children to the Black Feather Bridge. They will return here with you afterwards to help you protect them."
"This is really great. This way, we will be more confident in completing the mission assigned by the lord." The excitement on Craigie's face was several times that of the one he had just received the magic sword.
There are two behemoths like this, which is equivalent to having two self-propelled battering rams, which are full of deterrence.
As long as they don't provoke others, those bandit beasts don't dare to provoke them at all.
"Although the possibility of the drow vampire priest coming back for revenge is very small, just in case, you can no longer live here and will move your garrison to the sealed place.
Ms. Olive will complete the purification in the near future, and the place will be shrouded by a great holy residence all year round, becoming a sacred place where ordinary evil beings will not dare to approach.
I have established good diplomatic relations with Rose Tower, the thorn elf village in the Sealed Land. As long as you bring the Enlightenment Tree with you, they will naturally regard you as friends and provide you with some necessary support. "
Gavin brought his meticulousness to the extreme.
When it comes to safety, you can never be too cautious.
Craigie said in his heart: "The lord has made very thorough arrangements, and we will definitely comply with them."
Gavin finally warned with a serious look: "But don't use this kind of support if you can. During the period of being stationed there, only take what you need for life, and you must not hunt or cut down wantonly."
Fey regard the entire forest as their home, and they usually have no objection if they take only what they need to support themselves.
If this is used as a means to gain wealth, then their attitude is likely to become extremely fierce.
Some are more extreme, and even the first item does not allow non-jungle races to do this.
The Thorns of Rose Tower have a relatively mild attitude. After all, they are on the edge of a large forest and have more contact with other races, so some attitudes are forced to change.
"Understood." Craigie responded seriously.
Although he has no experience in dealing with fey, he has heard many legends about them, and he knows to some extent what needs to be avoided.
"Execute as planned!" Gavin waved his hand heavily.
"As you command." Everyone responded in unison.
People are divided into groups and things are flocked together.
There is a reason why people of the same kind like to gather together.
Gavin has tens of thousands of kobold subordinates in the rocky land. Hundreds and thousands of kobolds gather together, which can be regarded as a small formation.
But the resonance was not as strong as the hundreds of Tethyr refugees who responded in unison, and the blood seemed to boil again.
…
Tessel.
Mill Forest is not far away.
With a flash of magical light, two figures shrouded in black mist walked out.
Even if the setting sun shines on them, there is still no way to dispel the black mist shrouding them.
One of the figures couldn't help but take a deep breath and sigh with satisfaction: "It is indeed a country with the most wars in recent decades. The smell of death is wafting in the air. This is our holy land."
Another Black Mist asked respectfully: "Lord Dilila, what should we do next?"
If Gavin were here, he would definitely react when he heard this name.
This is the name of another high priest of the Immortal Furies.
Her presence in her hometown, especially so close to Fort Nott, was definitely no coincidence.
"Do you still need to ask? Of course we have to pay homage to the brother of our dear Lord Blasphemer. I hope he died in an accident as legend has it, hehe..."
The laughter of the High Priest of the Immortal Vengeance was full of sarcasm. She never believed that it was an accident.
There is no evidence, and no evidence is needed. All she has is the instinct of the drow.
As they spoke, the two of them rose into the air and flew in one direction.
The direction they flew towards was the burial place of Roang and Ost.
Obviously, before coming, the high priest of the Immortal Vengeance had made sufficient preparations and had completely dug out the roots of the blasphemer Gavin Nott, including his experience in Tethyr.
Due to his status as a life-changing man, Gavin's future cannot be predicted.
But his past is already an unchangeable established fact and has left real traces. It is not difficult to trace it.
The name Gavin Nott is not unknown in Tethyr.
The reason naturally lies with Zalanda. As her fame rises, the name Gavin Nott is frequently mentioned as a background. Especially for his search, Zalanda never gives up.
Dilila obviously had the ability to accurately locate the place where Luo Ang was buried. When she landed, it was on a tomb that had been leveled and was no different from ordinary land.
Looking at the small black flowers on the cemetery, Dilila couldn't help laughing loudly and said: "I knew it, I knew it would be like this, haha... Mr. Blasphemer, you are just waiting for the cordial greetings from your brother. Come on, Dora, set up a soul-reviving magic circle."
This small black flower has a special name, the flower of resentment.
As the name suggests, the flower of resentment will only bloom in a cemetery full of resentment. If it blooms for three consecutive years, it will completely decline and never grow again, which means that the resentment has been exhausted.
Dilila waved her hand, and the black mist enveloped all the flowers of resentment. When she took it back, all the black flowers had turned into dust and fell back into the dust.
Although this kind of flower is called the flower of resentment, it is not a casting material for necromancy. On the contrary, the necromancer regards this kind of prodigal and destroys all the accumulated resentment.
"Resurrection Array? Do you want to recruit a resurrected corpse?" Dora said in surprise, "Isn't the price a bit high for doing so? Once successful, you will bear a negative level during the year and day that this resurrected corpse exists. Not to mention, this resurrected corpse will not be fully controlled by us yet."
"A negative level in exchange for an enemy who cannot completely kill the enemy. Is there any more cost-effective deal than this?" There was unconcealed pride in the laughter of the high priest of the Immortal Vengeance Goddess, "The resurrected corpse has something to do with us. A common goal, when the time comes, why do we need to control it? I believe that after dying a few times, he will take the initiative to seek help from us.
Do you really think that a blasphemer who blasphemes one after another is so easy to deal with?
The one who was killed this time was not the self-righteous idiot Daphne.
But two drow vampires, even the goddess's divine body was desecrated, and Belinda was frightened out of her wits, and hid again.
Next, every step we take must be extremely cautious. "
There must be some unknown method of communication between these believers of the Immortal Vengeance.
At least in the hands of priests like Dilila, if something happens to the powerful believers of the Immortal Vengeance, they will get the corresponding information as soon as possible and react accordingly.
"Your lord's foresight is beyond my comparison." Dora looked convinced and did not dare to ask any more questions.
Today, the high priest got what he wanted and was in a good mood, so he explained so much to her.
If you are in a bad mood, you will probably be hit with both whips.
Delilah doesn't like questioning, even if it's a kind reminder.
The two necromancers were well prepared with their casting materials. Before midnight, a dark ritual circle composed of bones, blood and other dark materials was set up.
When midnight arrived, Dilila suddenly crushed the black crystal ball in her hand.
Ahhhh...
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
Ho ho ho…
For a moment, the demons danced wildly.
Hundreds of souls flew and roared wildly, venting the endless anger in their hearts and wanting to tear their enemies to pieces.
Soul Prisoner Bead.
An evil magical item designed to imprison souls.
It is also one of the reasons why the Necromancer is notorious.
Soul is the most critical material for many of their spells.
In order to collect this kind of material, many evil necromancers will bury soul-capturing beads in densely populated villages and towns, and then spread plague or undead servants to launch wars.
This is obviously where the soul-prisoning bead in Dilila's hand came from.
Because most of the souls released by her were obviously in the form of human bodies, including men, women, old and young, and a small part were the weak animal souls of cats, dogs, cows and horses.
For this soul-capturing bead, 80% of a village was slaughtered.
As for Dilila doing it herself? Whether he obtained this soul-prisoning bead from someone else is unknown.
No matter how hard these souls struggle and dance, there is no way to escape from the dark ritual circle.
On the contrary, their appearance completely activated this magic circle.
They are just a bunch of poor sacrifices, fuel for the summons.
It was quickly swallowed up by the dark magic circle and became the driving force to stir up more powerful dark forces.
A huge brown female hand with multiple silver rings appeared out of thin air directly above the dark ceremony, grabbing the target below.
boom!
The ground suddenly exploded.
A large pit three to four meters deep appeared on the spot, revealing a pile of ashes mixed with mud.
Seeing this situation, Dilila, who had already revealed her figure, frowned directly: "I didn't expect that there were professionals who helped clean up the tail. However, this sacred ritual can only block it and turn it into a Ordinary undead cannot be prevented from turning into resurrected corpses, because revenge is sacred and cannot be blocked. This is the sacred will of Qiyalan Sari. Follow the will of revenge and resurrect, Roang Nott."
At the end of the sentence, Dilila's voice reached the clouds.
When the name of the deceased was recited, a terrifying power was injected from the palm that symbolized the immortal goddess of revenge.
To be more precise, the entire palm was pressed down and directly submerged into the pile of ashes.
"Gavin..." A roar filled with endless anger echoed.
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