Wahler panted through the monastery backyard cemetery and went straight to the bottom of the well, but no one was there.

It seems that he is late, and Valle is a little sad in his heart.

Guests came to his mill to grind wheat at the house, and while Valle was receiving the guests, Lorton walked past his door, saw that Valle was busy and simply nodded to him.

"I'll be right now!" Valle shouted at Lorton's back, looking in the direction that Lorton should have gone to the monastery to find Thor and them.

As the son of a miller, Valle would not dare to leave his business and run away, otherwise his grumpy father would have taught him to be a new man if he found out afterwards.

After seeing off the guests, Valle waited anxiously for a while before his mother, who had returned from the bazaar, was finally able to leave.

ran all the way to the bottom of the well, but it was still too late, and the other three seemed to leave, and Valle felt a sense of loneliness abandoned.

He's long gone from hanging out with the snot kids, and is addicted to the little circle of 'brotherhood'.

Although the Brotherhood is not really doing anything big, occasionally pretending to be a black-robed monster or something can always bring him a great sense of freshness and excitement, and he will never miss any of the Brotherhood's activities.

Back on the surface, Valle prepared to look for others in the monastery and on the streets.

As he walked through the cemetery, he saw Shogues standing under the reposing lamp in the center of the cemetery waving to him, and Valle immediately followed excitedly.

In the depths of the cemetery, the other three members of the Brotherhood were there, but the scene in front of them was a little strange, the three of them just stood there, surrounding a wandering skeleton.

It would not be appropriate to say that they were around, because at this moment the four of them were gathered on one side, and the skeleton was alone on the other side. And in Valle's opinion, the skeleton was very ordinary, even if it was just himself, he could casually kick it apart and bury it again.

"What are you doing?" asked Valer, looking puzzled. ”

Lorton raised a hand to his lips to silence Valer, and then told the three of them not to panic no matter what happened, it was best to cover his mouth with his hand first, and then pay attention to the skeleton in front of him.

It was rare to see Loton in this mysterious way, and although Thor and Shogues knew that Lorton would not do anything dangerous in the monastery, they still raised a hand to cover their mouths.

Seeing that the three of them were ready, Lorton took out a square piece of parchment and spread it out on the palm of one hand, and the silver runes on the four corners of the parchment could be faintly seen glowing in the darkness.

Then, with his other hand, Lorton quickly folded the four corners of the parchment paper in half neatly against the center of the paper.

When the last chamfer reached its predetermined position in the center of the paper, the parchment seemed to come to life in Lorton's hand.

The four corners that had been folded to the center suddenly bulged into a slightly open flat spire, and the inside of the spire seemed to have a blue light swaying.

"Huh~" A strange sound was fleeting, neither like the friction of a metal weapon, nor like the sound of the wind, indescribable.

The next moment, there was no parchment in Lorton's hand, and he seemed to be holding a cluster of blue enchanting flames, which were burning violently.

Doesn't Lorton's hand burn? Everybody thinks so.

In the next moment, an extremely desolate voice suddenly sounded in everyone's minds at the same time, sounding like a ghost floating in the empty sky whispering.

The source of the sound was not specific, it didn't seem to come from the surroundings, but it sounded directly in their consciousness, and everyone even smelled a smell of decay coming to their faces.

And along with the sound came a sudden tugging sensation under the feet.

Everyone subconsciously bowed their heads, and their hearts instantly skipped half a beat.

I saw many rotten arms stretching out from the ground at some point, some holding their ankles, some climbing up their calves and knees, as if they were going to drag themselves into the ground.

The ground beneath his feet was no longer the original dirt floor of the backyard cemetery, but had turned into a sea of blood bubbling red, and the blood had even reached the top of his boots, and rotting faces and bones could be faintly seen rolling in the sea of blood.

Everyone instantly had the illusion of being in hell.

The moment Thor and Shogues reacted first, they subconsciously wanted to jump away from those arms, but after trying, they found that the whole person had been imprisoned in the sea of blood, and they couldn't exert their strength at all.

Suddenly looking up, he saw that the target skeleton he had designated earlier had been treated in the same way.

It's just that unlike everyone else, those rotten arms clinged to the skeleton's legs, and it took almost no effort to tear the skeleton into the sea of blood in an instant.

It's like a piece of driftwood on the surface of the river that was suddenly ripped off the surface of the river by something, and never floated again.

In the blink of an eye, silence returned, and the darkness remained, as if nothing had happened.

Only then did the three of them recover from the shock, and Valle did not scream unexpectedly, but there was a red handprint on his mouth that was pinched out by his palm, which looked a little funny.

The whole process is actually about a breath of time, from Lorton to the parchment, folding, burning, visioning, and then finishing.

Thor felt that the moment just now was both real and illusory, the sudden murmuring in his consciousness, the flowing sound of the sea of red light and blood, the real pulling force under his feet, and the skeleton that was finally destroyed was real, but the last clean boot was an illusion.

Looking at the reactions of the three of them, Lotton smiled slightly and explained:

"Once the Blood Spell is used, it will be centered on the caster, and the scene within a circle around it will change instantly. However, while the spell movement is scary, it is still a bit slower than the magic scroll in terms of usage time and speed. ”

"Usually I just think it's fun and easy to fold and carry, so I always keep one on my body. ”

"And this spell is very targeted, it only seems to have an effect on rotten monsters, such as skeletons, carrion, zombies, etc., I once tested it against a wild wolf in the wilderness, but it didn't work. ”

This blood spell is the parchment that Thor found out of Lotton's arms on the night the skeleton struck not long ago, but finally destroyed it because it was used in the wrong way.

Today, a few people were chatting at the bottom of the well and mentioned it by chance, but they didn't expect Loton to actually take out another one from his body, and was ready to demonstrate it for everyone on the spot, which can be regarded as increasing some basic magic knowledge.

Thor had asked Loton not to break the bank, but Loton waved his hand, saying that five silver coins were not worth much, but some knowledge could save lives at critical moments.

This is the scene where everyone later stood in the cemetery.

At the end of the demonstration, the four of them chatted all the way to the bottom of the well, but halfway through Thor fell into deep thought without saying a word.

Hearing Lorton say that this blood spell only has a killing effect on decaying monsters, it seems a bit frustrating, but Thor still sees at a glance three potential effects when facing humans.

The shock, the terrain changes, and the short confinement time.

To be effective on humans, it depends on when and where it is used.

This spell has no effect on the caster himself, and if he suddenly uses one while fighting someone, if the other person doesn't know much about this kind of magic item, he may really be unaware of it for a while.

After all, when the surrounding environment changes suddenly, the other party may be fatal as long as they fall into a short period of stunned.

And later in the confinement time, once the foot is dragged down, it will fall into a situation where it is impossible to turn around.

Even if the opponent's willpower is strong enough to be affected by the mutated environment, and at the same time he has a weapon in his hand, if the opponent wants to counterattack, he will inevitably face great limitations.

For example, if you seize that moment and approach the other party from behind, even if the other party reluctantly turns around and swings the weapon, there will definitely be a dead end, and that is your chance.

Of course, this spell itself has its own flaws.

In the fierce high-speed battle, the enemy will definitely not give you a chance to slowly figure out the parchment, and then fold there with your head down for a long time, and when you get it right, it is estimated that your head will fall off a few times.

So how to apply the spell to the actual combat has become another problem.

Thor was a little far away for a while, and even began to think about whether this kind of magic spell could play a decisive or auxiliary role in his upcoming revenge, and the importance of magic items in his heart instantly increased by several levels.