When: 12/10/23/Blackgate / Location: Hill Ring, a suburb of Talon County

As before, Kifer was foaming at the mouth. The sun has crawled over the middle of the heavens, and in the plague-stricken land, the sun can only be seen every day around noon, and the face of the sun god is fleeting, and it is for this reason that we cherish it doubly.

The usually disgusting broken mouth, at this moment, every word is more like a love word that can't be heard enough. Because Kifer is still alive, this is a great hope, and I have prayed countless times for this moment to come, but even I thought it was a delusion.

At lunch, we settled on the spot, and Carlin caught a giant maggot the size of a locomotive not far away, and at first Yuna and I were very resistant to this food, but Carlin said that it was the only uninfected creature in the entire plaguelands. In the Chapel of the Wish of Light, people live for two years on this flesh alone.

Carlin, who was accustomed to marching and was skilled in cooking, had already set up a stove as he cut off a layer of soft skin covered in dirt with his sword.

The aroma of barbecue enveloped the entire valley in a short time, and Yuna and I hadn't eaten all day, and at this moment we couldn't help but wipe our lips when we suddenly smelled the smell of meat.

Kifer was indifferent to cooked food, and he retrieved the corpse and continued to taste the chewy troll sashimi. I asked, "Where did you find this troll?"

"It's nearby, and when I came, the girl was still alive. Kifer said indistinctly with a bluish finger in his mouth.

"You killed her?" I knew it wasn't possible, but I asked anyway.

Unexpectedly, Kifer replied nonchalantly: "I killed it." ”

"How did you do that?"

"Uh~~ Technique, you're asking about technique, right? I stoned it to death. ”

"No, what I want to ask is why she let you kill. ”

Because she couldn't hold back the whispers in her head anymore, her body slowly decayed. Just as miserable as old Kiefer was. So she begged me to relieve her pain. ”

Carlin pulled out a small bag of spices and expertly sprinkled them on top of the meat, and when he heard Kiefer's words, he didn't choose to remain silent: "I can still retain my consciousness after molting." Although we have never met, she is worthy of my admiration for her strength. ”

I closed my eyes and didn't say anything, this place was so weird. I've been keeping an eye out for nearby spirits since yesterday. However, with the exception of the Redpass family's mansion, no spirit ever appeared. The day before, in the midst of thunder and lightning, Kiefer had killed the troll Hamia, whose soul should not have been away from her body in such a short period of time. Did she go to find her husband? That means his husband's body was nearby. What makes me even more concerned is, where did Gavinrad's Eucharist go?

"Brother Carlin, do you know who is buried in that tomb?"

He put the piece of meat on the branch and handed it to us: "Oh, that's the tomb of Master Gavenrad." ”

"And was his tomb shrouded in light in the first place?"

"Yes, but what's the problem, since his Eucharist has been removed, the light must have dissipated. ”

"That's true, but I always feel that something is wrong. ”

Gavinrad Doom – One of the five greatest paladins. He was a Marquis of the Stormwind Kingdom and had followed Anduin Lothar to Lordaeron for help during the First Orc War. Later, he became a Paladin under the guidance of Pope Fao, and was slain in Andohar by Frostmourn, the necromantic sword of the current Lich King Arthas.

His fate was good, and the Eucharist was recaptured by his subordinates after his death and buried outside the county of Talon. The story of Gavinrad's life is not surprising, and it can be said that it is similar to the story of most heroes. He is a baptized knight, and the mausoleum must be guarded by the Holy Light, which will keep my body incorruptible for ten thousand years after my death. There is really nothing surprising about this, like the tomb of Uther...

Dad!? I suddenly remembered a story my father had told me when I was a child. Gavinrad's name is mentioned in it. But this vague impression does not allow me to recall the content of the story. My head hurt suddenly, a book carved into bones, a wooden box, two faces of middle-aged men with unshaven beards, and... There is also a dream.

The unconnected picture stretched out in my mind, and it all boiled down to the same grotesque vision—eyes, many eyes, hundreds of eyes in the dark. They linger in the mind, sowing the seeds of fear in a young mind. I couldn't tell if they were dreams or reality, and what puzzled me even more was that the fragments of memories had been cut apart at some point. All I know is that I should have learned so much more than I do now.

Those super holy energy spells that could almost be classified as Ninglu level were cultivated during that time, which meant that all the troubles were at some point before the age of ten.

Time: At the age of 10 / Location: Farm near Tarummere

It was only ten years of life, but it made me realize that I was an anomaly. Although Dad was famous, as a sheriff, he had more power in the village. But...

"That's a wild seed! Johnson! If you play with him again, I'll let your dad break your legs!" a peasant woman with a feather duster was chasing her son, but the words from her mouth sounded like they were speaking to me.

I stood alone in a corner of the barn, silently wiping away tears, and whenever I passed the barn, I wished that the beaten child would tell me how to go up to the roof. Today, I finally mustered up the courage to smile and talk to the child. He didn't despise or reject it like the others, but he was embarrassed and said in a low voice, "The adults won't let me play with you." ”

"It's not playing, it's a very important thing. I just wish you could teach me how to climb trees. ”

"But... If you let them see. The little boy hesitated.

Johnson is very kind, but he was taught the wrong direction by his parents. After I was picked up by my adoptive parents from the White Fallen Flower Cave, there was a plague in the village. Many of the animals died of the disease, and half of the families struggled to survive the winter. The slightly older people in the village knew about it, and they blamed the epidemic rinderpest on the babies who were less than a month old. Some radicals wanted to burn me to the plague god, but the village chief, the sheriff, the resident mage, a young girl, and the church priest were unanimously opposed, and the incident was so big that they even secretly sabotaged the village water collection well, trying to throw more victims and more charges on me. In the end, the matter was finally settled after many conciliations, and it is not difficult to understand that I was ostracized by almost all the villagers after that.

At the age of ten, I already knew this, and my mother told me many times, and carefully analyzed which of them were bad people, which ones were good people, and which ones were just temporarily bewitched. I don't know when they started to alienate me, but even I took the initiative to avoid them.

Today is perhaps the first time in a long time that I have taken the initiative to communicate with other children, but unfortunately my self-esteem has been torn apart once again. As I wet my vest with tears, I heard the noise on the other side of the farm.

I used the cover of the barn and haystack to sneak over, and in the barn was the Karek family, a big blue-haired brother with a very simple population, just him and his sister [Anvina]. The brother and sister are very strange, and they are also the existence that the people in the village hate. Karek never worked, and Anvina, who had just come of age, was even less likely to bring any economic benefits to the family. But the two of them were brightly dressed, and they didn't look like they had no financial resources at all. They never ate, and according to their cursory perfunctory treatment of the villagers, they bought fruit every day from a fruit seller named Borrell, whom they had never seen before.

On weekdays, people talk about the madman Karek siblings during the repetition of the intervals between mentioning Jace, the madman. Today, the two of them don't know which tendon they are riding on again, and they are delivering a cow. The villagers in the farmland heard Karek's loud voice and rushed one after another.

Villager A: "Come on, steal cattle!"

The farm keeper ran over panting with a big belly in his hand, and pushed the gold wire mirror on the bridge of his nose upward: "Don't talk nonsense! This is not our cow at all!"

Villager B: "But where did these two madmen get their cattle? You know, the cattle dealer was killed by Lieutenant General Blackmore at Dunhold Castle last week. ”

Village Man C: "It's not because he secretly slept with the lieutenant general's concubine. ”

Villager A: "Shhh ”

Karek anxiously asked a few people for help: "What are you doing in a daze? Come and help!"

But several people tacitly showed that they didn't hear, and the crowd quickly dispersed, only the administrator said to the brother and sister: "Well... It is not a village cow. There's nothing I can do about it. ”

Karek roared like crazy, "Does this have anything to do with whose cows?!!!" I had been hiding under the low window of the barn, and from this angle, I could clearly see the blue and frightening eyes, and I even felt that the blue anger in his eyes was partially emitted when he was just angry.

The fat administrator said embarrassedly, "I'd better go find a veterinarian." But the direction he hurried away was his own small duty room.

Karek was at a loss, and Avena struggled to grasp a kicking leg, dragging something underneath.

"The fetal position is wrong, it's dystocia. I thought to myself, but even then I couldn't recall where I had gotten this obscure knowledge.

"Looks like you're in trouble. A familiar voice sounded outside the gate, it was Father Wardion, the priest revered by everyone in the village. He was dressed in the same black pastoral robe, with a small felt hat wrapped around his head, his sparse gray hair protruding from the flanks of the small hat, and his chin was very clean, he must have just shaved. He held the Book of Sacred Word in both hands, and the golden six-pointed star pendant swayed in front of his Roman collar.

Karek's hands and face were bloodied, but he couldn't hide his panic: "Father, save this poor life!"

Wardien stepped forward, squatted down, and stroked the cow's forehead with one hand, which was only a means of reassuring the patient, but his gaze could not leave the cow's face for a long time, and the instantaneous dilation of pupils was not something that cultivation could hide.

Wardyon: "This... What is this thing?"

Anvina: "Alright, Father!"

Wardien: "But... Cows don't lay eggs!"

I craned my neck, trying to see what had just been pulled out of Avena, but the view was blocked by the hem of her long dress.

Wardien: "Okay, I'll stop the bleeding for her! But you'll have to get all the eggs out!"

"Then it's too late!" I didn't know if the sentence would come out of my mouth, and it would be shouted.

All three of them knew me, and Anvina and Wardine were the wonderful people my mother had highlighted. They suddenly spotted me, and I slashed at six eyes, and all four of them were stunned.

I knew very well in my heart that I couldn't explain it unnecessarily, that would only delay the condition. They are all adults, how can they believe a child with the name of a plague god on their heads? The only way is to take advantage of their stunned efforts to take out another egg and show their ability first.

I rolled over and jumped into the hut and walked around Anvina, who was kneeling on the ground. The sight in front of me was indeed surprising, this cow more than a meter long, with an exaggerated huge belly, as if pregnant with three strong calves, between Anvena and the cow, placed a blood-covered egg, this egg is about 60 centimeters high. If this is under a bird, then the bird must be bigger than this shed.

I didn't care about what was coming out of their mouths, I just carried the calf on my weak shoulders, pressed its abdominal cavity with one hand, and groped in the birth canal with the other. The egg stuck in the middle was touched by my fingertips and immediately rolled deeper.

It was the first time I touched life, new life at my fingertips, and death twitching over my shoulders. The blood from its lower body spilled onto my knees in a puddle of water.

Wardion's sad voice rang in my ears, "Jace! Please stop desecrating its corpse. Let's cut the eggs out. ”

I didn't seem to hear it, and I kept telling myself, "I'm not a plague god! I don't want to be a plague god anymore!" Sweat dripped from my forehead and merged with the plasma.

"My lord is merciful to the heavenly saints, and all disasters are my own incurre, and I have violated the lord's order. Contrary to the will of the Lord's creation, he will suffer all kinds of calamities. Today's blood stains are as good as their heinous sins. If it is not the Lord and the Almighty, who can stop it. I now pray that the Lord will have mercy on us and save us from the plague, so that we may live in peace. Now my saint is here, the sky turns into rain, the heart is blessed, the sky is thorough, and the blood and spirits return to —— !! !!"

It was only later that Father Wardion told me about the situation, and my spirit went into an unconscious state, and I was chanting long passages of the Word. The blood from the cows floated up from the ground and returned to the cows one by one. Eventually, I managed to pull out three more eggs, and the cow came back to life with my fainting.

From then on, my status as the first disciple of Wardion had slightly improved in the eyes of the villagers. But I don't know if I was delirious at the time, because before I passed out, I saw a head covered in turquoise scales... Milk Dragon.

The Karek siblings have since disappeared, and someone has picked up the sapphire in the house they once lived in, but I'll just take it as a rumor.

Wardien stayed at my bedside for three days, until I opened my eyes, and the first thing he said to me was to ask, "Who taught you those holy light techniques?"

"Ah?。。。 What kind of technique?"

After a long time, he sighed: "Alas~~ This is a miracle!

Back in time, I was eating worm meat while reminiscing about the experience at that time. It was the first time I had used the power of the Holy Light, which meant that the bone book full of the Word was written before I was ten years old. A few months ago, at the Scarlet Abbey, the Archangel Lemuel told me that the contents of the Book of Bones had been engraved on the bones of my body. I can't prove whether this is true or not, and I won't be so stupid as to break a bone and take it out and look at it.

My dad is a character in the memory clip, and he's one of the two scumbag-faced men who are talking about something in earnest. Now that I think about it, what they talked about must have something to do with me. And whether or not I finally opened the simple wooden box? I don't know, and probably never will.

The eyes that stare at me ... Could it be the evil that came out of the bone book? Or was it sealed in a wooden box? All I know is that when I was eight years old, a fire burned everything in the attic, but ironically, my mother told me about it, and I have no memory of that fire.

Those fragments, the attitudes of the villagers, my father who became more and more strange, Ellsberg and the Scourge, and Hell, the Child of Prophecy, the inexplicable divine power, the human head Andy. All the intrigues and experiences, they all revolve around me.

Suddenly, I jumped up and ran towards Gavinrad's tomb.

I knew what was wrong, and I remembered the story my father told me, that Gavinrad's family name was Doom. And the thing that has brought bad luck to his family for generations is called [Sword of the Dark Empire of Saratas]。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)