Although it seems to understand the true meaning of the spiritual explosion, it is not so simple to actually use the spell.

     Unguided, Loria stood on the edge of the cage where the ghoul Dango II was kept, experimenting, occasionally sitting on the ground and rummaging through the sacred scriptures until the dwarven mercenaries returned to the camp with a large amount of supplies, and continued until late at night.

    During this period, she also tried the healing techniques of the sacred system, but she did not find the trick, and went through the content of the precept system several times from beginning to end...... Most of the time, she continued to read about the heartbeat, as if trying to find between the lines the secret door to success hidden on the page.

    However, it doesn't work.

     Dango No. 2 wasn't as noisy as its predecessor, but just lay in a cage without any energy - perhaps too badly injured when caught.

    Loria, who was sitting on the ground flipping through the books, tilted her head in a daze, as if she was asleep while sitting, saying that it seemed to be because she didn't think she was asleep...... Gradually, she saw once again the spectacle of the past—points of light flowing quietly underground, converging in the direction of Dalaran.

    This time it was not as grand as the scene she had seen on the island, and no matter how much Loria struggled to see farther, she could not control her sight and spirit freely, and could only see so far away from the camp, here not even a stream of light, just a thin ribbon of light.

    The noise from reality interrupted Loria and pulled her out of that wonderful world - when she opened her eyes, it was already dawn, and Dango No. 2, who had rested all night, seemed to be rejuvenated, screaming and ramming the wooden cage, while Elie Meow was poking at it with a small stick.

    Loria has no intention of stopping Elie Meow, she is still reminiscing about the wonderful and illusory world of light. It wasn't until she noticed the contents of the holy scriptures that she had opened on the ground that she realized why she had seen those points of light again—the contents of the opened sacred scriptures were about the meditation of the precept system, which was said to have the power to increase the upper limit of magical power.

    Although I didn't learn to blast my mind. But Loria seemed to have come into contact with something interesting, and she raised an eyebrow to make sure of her magic. There was no change from the previous day, and she tried to re-enter the world of light, but no matter what.

    No one came to tell you where you were, it was difficult to learn something you didn't know at all, and at the end of the day, Loria wasn't sure if meditation was really useful, and if she would be able to meditate again. And whether that wonderful state is really due to meditation.

    Loria had only planned to stay in this glade for a few days, but they didn't expect them to stay until the end of March.

    The caged ghoul Tuanzi 2 is still alive, and although Loria tries to kill the painful undead with an ice arrow every day, she always needs a target to practice her shadow spells...... Although it has not been successful once so far.

    Vanilla had been constantly trying to talk to Dango 2 in an attempt to reclaim what might still have its humanity, but she failed, the plague of the Scourge and their technology for creating the undead were not as fragile as they thought, and the ghoul may have been made from the corpses of one or a few ordinary people and his or her or their broken souls, and did not have a will strong enough to cause miracles.

    Occasionally, when you look at its crazy and cloudy dark yellow eyes. You will see the pain, which is both its pain and your pain.

    "Kill it...... Just keep it like that. You still have to feed it meat, but you still have to kill it in the end, why don't you hurry up and do it?"

    Finally one day, Vanilla couldn't stand it anymore, and she didn't know if it was out of sympathy, pity, or plain annoyance for the ghoul's annoying screams and foul smell.

    Loria turned her head and glared at Vanilla, her eyes were gloomy, conveying a bad mood to the extreme, she hated natural disasters, but she did not have the habit of killing the undead. If it weren't for the lack of undead activity near Ambermere, she would have killed the poor and disgusting monster long ago.

    Vanilla seems to be frightened by Loria. She hesitated and said no more. Leave the tent where the cage was placed.

    However, Loria's mood did not improve because of this, the rough voice of the jackal in the camp, the footsteps of vanilla walking out, and the roar of the ghoul who was close at hand all upset her, and the obscure destruction** Vicious thoughts rose from her heart, and she kicked the cage hard, as if trying to vent her gloomy and irritated mood, but the shackles of reason were completely detonated by the stench coming from the mouth of the ghoul who was lying on the edge of the cage and grinding his teeth with his mouth wide open and grinding his teeth.

    Die, dirty and humble thing.

      are by no means beautiful and do not require any deliberate guidance at all, they naturally transform into the form of shadows, and work in a way that Loria has tried countless times and finally mastered.

    Look at this devastated land, listen to the wails of those who survived but died in the plague, the kingdom has fallen, kindness and justice have become the most ridiculous qualities, the homeland that mankind has worked hard to protect and manage for generations has been wantonly ravaged by a psycho and his minions, and beauty has become an unattainable luxury...... Parents become undead, drag out children hiding under the bed, tear them apart with their own hands, but they can't even feel sadness and pain, lose their minds, and become slaves of madmen who destroy the world.

     Die, even the monster of zài doesn't exist in itself.

    She lives in a scarlet monastery, how could she not know how many evil things the natural disaster has done.

    Those outsiders have never truly experienced the sorrow of Lordaeron, how many people have died in the invasion of the undead, and how many originally happy families have been shattered.

    There is no need for dusty light in the world, and it takes greater power to punish sin.

     Die, slave of your freedom, and go to hell with your savage and smelly orc master and his prostitute Arthas.

    The darkest power was enough to devour a qiē light, and countless vicious curses were born, so she didn't need to care about the details at all, and countless ways to torture and destroy the enemy were naturally presented to her.

    It is written in the Holy Scriptures that 'forsake the thoughts of the Light and embrace the deepest darkness' is not a lie.

    ……

     Dango No. 2 finally 'died', without any external injuries, and died in a more twisted and terrifying way than when he could still move.

     doesn't need to worry about it getting up again to attack the living, there is nothing left inside except for the shell.

    As Bernie and Gerner dragged the ghouls outside the camp, Loria asked Elie Meow, "Now, when I pray in the future, should I replace the Light with the Shadow?" (To be continued)

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