Repeatedly killing skeletons all night is enough to subconsciously form some kind of temporary habit, and it is impossible to distinguish the appearance of each skeleton at all times in the sea of skeletons.

So Lorton's injury should not be due to carelessness, but to mental inertia.

With the conclusion in mind, Thor took the skeleton warrior as the center of the circle and cleared a circle around the opponent, allowing the skeleton warrior to stand out from the skeleton group.

Thor then took a few steps back to the middle of the cemetery and pulled out three things he had scavenged from Lorton.

A scroll, an old piece of parchment, and a bottle of light green flask.

He didn't know much about the magic item Thor, but at least he had heard that scrolls would have an effect as long as they were torn apart, and as for magic spells, it was the first time he had heard of them.

The three things in his hand Thor intuitively thought that the blood spell that Loton was talking about should be the parchment in it, and the scroll might be an attack magic like fireball, and the vial of light green potion should be a healing potion judging by its color.

In the center of the cemetery is a stout old tree, and on the trunk of the tree hangs an inextinguishable lamp of rest.

Thor was leaning against the tree, checking the parchment by the light.

The parchment is not old, it is spread out in the hand in a square, slightly larger than the palm of the hand, and the paper is still soft, and it is clear that it has not passed the baptism of time.

In the center of the paper is a delicate equilateral six-pointed star with an unknown circle of words engraved on the star, a delicate circle on the periphery that passes through the six sharp corners of the star, and a strange silver rune on each of the four corners of the parchment.

Although the main frame of the six-pointed star magic array in the center is composed of a single line, there are some intricate and delicate vine-like lines entangled on it, perhaps because of the drawing paint, these lines seem to occasionally have a glimmer of light.

Thor couldn't understand the meaning of this magic circle, and he didn't know anything about the four runes, but it didn't affect him from feeling the mysterious aura on the parchment.

There was a faint excitement in his heart, after all, this was his first time using magic items, but soon Thor realized a problem, he knew how to use the scroll, but how to use the spell?

Throwing it out, burning it with flames, several unreliable conjectures crossed Thor in his mind.

Looking at the skeleton warrior who was getting closer and closer, he decisively used the dagger at his waist to cut a wound at the knuckle of his finger.

Since it's called a blood spell, it may mean that it should be activated with blood.

However, when Thor confronted the skeleton warrior and used his own blood to smear the magic circle on the paper and the runes in the four corners in turn, nothing happened.

The next moment, Thor used a dagger to cut a gap in the edge of the parchment, and then grabbed the paper with both hands and tore it along the gap to both sides, he thought that maybe this kind of magic spell had something in common with scroll-like magic items, and they could be used if they were torn apart.

After a clear tearing sound, nothing unusual was happening around.

Quickly turning and lifting the grid lampshade from the trunk, Thor brought the torn parchment in half close to the wick and lit it until the burn was left with only two corners of torn paper in his hand.

Solmeran, it looks like he screwed up.

Taking a few steps back away from the skeleton warrior again, Thor reached for a vial of light green potion.

Uncorked the bottle, sniffed closer, and after a moment's hesitation, he smashed the flask at the skeleton warrior.

The flask shattered across the skeleton warrior's face, the liquid dripping down the cracked face, and there was no corrosive effect that Thor had anticipated.

Flicking the last scroll in his hand, Thor resolutely tore it open to the skeleton warrior two paces away.

At the moment when the scroll was torn, a pale ball of light suddenly rose out of thin air in front of him, like a small sun.

The ball of light exploded silently in the air in an instant, and although Risor had subconsciously closed his eyes for a short moment, he was still flashed by the dazzling bright light, and his vision instantly turned pale and fell into temporary blindness.

"Damn it!"

Cursing inwardly, Thor closed his eyes and quickly retreated, nearly tripping over a tombstone in his panic, he had already realized that the magic scroll was actually a zone illumination.

After retreating two or three steps, Thor realized that he had reached the edge of the cemetery, the sound of arrows clattering against the iron bars in his back, and the rough prickling of thorn bushes in his legs.

Thor straightened his arm and lifted the one-handed hammer flat, sweeping back and forth to the left and right tentatively, fumbling his feet around the thorn bushes in an attempt to move sideways. He remembered that the escape gap under the bars was not far from him, and it should be on his right.

"Click. ”

"Whew!"

It didn't feel like it had been long, and almost at the same time that the tip of Thor's sweeping and tentative hammer touched some kind of hard object, an abrupt and violent sound of breaking the air also followed, and the cold sense of crisis made Thor's hairs stand up in an instant.

He desperately opened his eyes, but unfortunately his vision was blurry yet, and even though he couldn't see, Thor still constructed the scene in front of him with his instantaneous imagination.

The skeleton warrior's withered hands swung the sword behind him at the same time, turning over the semicircular trajectory of the shoulders from back to front, and the sword momentum from top to bottom was pressing down on him head-on with a strong wind.

There was a bitterness in his mouth, if it was possible, he was actually unwilling to go head-to-head with this skeleton warrior, because he was sure that this was a formidable enemy far beyond ordinary skeletons.

Almost instinctively, Thor raised the hammer across his head, ready to withstand the blow, just as Loton had done in the duel to slash his whereabouts.

Hold the handle of the hammer with your left hand and hold the blunt side of the hammer with your right hand, leaving your left hand slightly higher than your right hand, so that the whole hammer body forms a slight slope.

This grip ensures that even if the opponent's weapon landing point is slightly wrong with your own judgment, the deflected blade will not cut off your fingers, and will eventually get stuck at the junction between the hammer body and the hammer head.

Thor's mentor, the nameless old man had told Thor that blocking is a skill that requires strong reflexes, and the secret lies in the moment when the weapons of both sides come into contact.

If you straighten your arms and touch the other party, your arms may break instantly because you can't withstand the enemy's strength, so at this moment, Thor's hands with the hammer are slightly bent at the elbows.

"Qiang~" The slash of the skeleton warrior came as scheduled.

After the explosion of the collision of weapons, there was a heavy downward force, and if he couldn't react in this extremely short moment, half of Thor's shoulder would be directly cut off by the opponent's big sword.

Fortunately, Thor who was holding his breath and concentrating accurately grasped this moment, and when his elbow was about to be bent to the extreme, Thor suddenly burst out with the power of his whole body, ready to push the opponent's attack from above.

The next moment, however, his face changed color with horror, for he found that he could not move at all.

He couldn't imagine how this savage slash from the withered hands carried such terrifying power, and for a moment Thor even had the illusion of being hit by the dragon's claws, and he even thought that he would be pressed directly into the ground.

"It's so heavy!"

The weapons of the two sides had just entered the stage of power competition, and after a brief pause in breathing, Thor had already knelt down on one knee.

Barely counteracting the power attached to the opponent's shoulder slash, Thor had exhausted all his strength.

The point of impact of the weapon that was originally located on the top of his head was pressed down to the shoulder on the side of his neck, and his elbow was bent to the extreme, and Thor felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back at this moment, unable to move.

Each other's weapons seemed to be glued together, and if the skeleton warrior had a little intelligence, he could slash Thor's head with a single swipe of his greatsword at the moment.

But as if it was suffering from paranoia, it would only stubbornly concentrate all its strength on its weapon, as if it was ready to crush Thor directly to the ground with the weapon.

"Kaz ~ Kaz ......"

The grinding sound of metal wrestling makes your teeth tremble.

The blade of the greatsword was so close to his face that he could even smell the sweet smell of metal rust on it.

Not even having the strength to smile bitterly, Thor felt that he might not be able to hold it anymore.

At this moment when his life was hanging by a thread, his mind fell and had an inopportune attack.

Looking down at his knees, which were trembling from the struggle, Thor felt that the scene seemed somewhat familiar.

Where have you seen it?

Soon he found the answer in his memory, "The Lament of Anonymous".

It is a book that ends in tragedy, in fact, it is not just the end, the protagonist of the book lives in ups and downs all his life, losing loved ones, betraying relatives, and paralyzing himself by killing all day long.

God closed his door and closed his window.

It's hard to imagine how strong a person must be to trude through that kind of despair and live the rest of their lives only for revenge.

The story itself may not be credible, after all, most of the content of the book is based on the author's imagination. But in terms of probability, Saul believes that there must have been people in this world who have lived like that.

At the end of that book there is a sketch illustration.

The protagonist of the book in the picture is also the same as himself at this moment, kneeling on one knee and parrying with a horizontal sword, and in front of him stands a tall figure, the weapon pressing on his shoulder.

Of course, it was not a knightly ordination ceremony in the Old Kingdom, but the final battle, and the tall figure in front of him was the enemy and old enemy he had pursued all his life.

Saul distinctly remembers the book ending with this statement:

Even though the filth had already infected his soul, he drew his sword, defeated the enemy, and finally led the enemy into the abyss with his own life. ”

Like a weed under a rock, Thor suddenly had the illusion of power permeating his entire body for a moment.

His expression became a little hideous, the green tendons on his neck bulged, and a silent cry burst out of his mouth, and he suddenly raised his left hand and lowered his right hand to make the slope of the hammer body bigger, and he actually pushed the skeleton warrior's big sword from the side.

Sometimes Thor himself is strange, he always seems to be able to find some kind of inexplicable strength in those bifurcations of thought.

But does this power come from the body, or is it from one's own consciousness?