"Hopefully, as you say." Unas thanked him as he suddenly swung his wooden sword at Darien, and the blonde boy didn't react for a moment, and the tip of Unas's sword quickly tapped on his right shoulder.

Against this somewhat old-fashioned guy, this trick is always so effective, Unas smiled: "Haha, if in a duel, your right hand is useless, I will win one game first." ”

Darian touched his slightly aching shoulder, then handed the sword to his left hand: "No, you are far from winning!" ”

Before the words fell, a sword stabbed him, but he didn't expect Darian's left hand to be so skillful, this kind of ability to open the bow left and right is rare, the left-handed sword and the right-handed sword are very different to deal with, and Unas quickly became in a hurry.

In the sound of the collision of wooden swords, the sparring between the two began, just like before, it was very helpful for both sides to find a practice opponent who was on the same footing.

Erigor watched the game from the sidelines, his hands and feet did not move his mouth but he couldn't be idle, and he incarnated as a human BB machine "enthusiastically" guiding two rookies.

Whitemane watched for a moment and then left without a word, the kind of fight was boring for her.

It wasn't until noon that she returned to the training ground with hot toast and fresh milk.

The three of them were so hungry that they immediately devoured it, the silver-haired prosecutor had a great job at baking bread, and with a large bottle of fresh milk, Unas thought it was the most delicious meal he had ever had in Azeroth.

There was a break after lunch, and neither Darien nor Erigor knew where they had gone, and the two light bulbs were quite conscious and knew that they would disappear automatically.

"Thank you for your hospitality," said Unas, who drank the last drop of milk and returned the empty bottle to Whiteman, complimenting, "I have never eaten such delicious bread, if only I could eat it every day in the future." ”

The silver-haired priest twisted the bottle and said, "What's so difficult about this, you can go to Aunt Mary in the fifteenth district, and she will bake you the best bread in the whole monastery for a little wheat or flour." ”

"You didn't make this bread?"

"Of course, but the fresh milk is hot for me." Whitemayne said as a matter of course.

...... "Well, he's too naïve, the Mograine family is the great nobles of Lordaeron, and their young lady is willing to heat milk by herself should be the most extreme housework."

Unas couldn't find anything to say for a while, it's always like this, as soon as he is alone with a girl, he has a speech block, when will he be able to counterattack and become rich and handsome.

"Actually," Whitemane quickly broke the silence between the two, "there's one thing I want you to ask you for. ”

Sure enough, there is nothing to be done, either adultery or theft, but the love cheats say that it is a good sign that a girl takes the initiative to ask for you, and you must firmly agree to her, but don't seem too relaxed when you finish, so that she can feel that she owes you affection.

Unas put on a look of Lao Tzu's omnipotence: "Say something." ”

"It's what you promised me before, teach me the art of resurrection."

Unas had indeed promised Whitemayne to teach her resurrection before, but there had to be a suitable target for casting the spell, that is, a corpse that had been dead for no more than two hours, and he immediately reacted: "Someone died? ”

"Someone is going to die, there are a dozen death row inmates in the cells of the Inquisition, and most of them will be burned at the stake in public," the silver-haired priestess leaned over and lowered her voice, "but there are still people who will be executed in secret, and I paid to get one from the executioner." ”

Unas smelled the good-smelling woman's scent on Whitemane's body, and was a little distraught: "Has he been executed?" ”

"No, I hid him."

"So we're going to kill him first, and then resurrect him?"

"Of course, I've heard that the fresher the spell target, the higher the success rate of the spell, and if the resurrection can be repeated on an object multiple times, we can also use it repeatedly." That is, kill him and resurrect him, kill him again and resurrect him again until he cannot be resurrected or Whitemayne learns a spell.

Whitemane's angelic face said such cold words, Unas was awe-struck in his heart, maybe for her, death row prisoners were just experimental subjects, and they were no longer human.

Although Unas is a little resistant in his heart, it's actually not a big deal, isn't it just killing NPCs.

Just like he forcibly comforted himself before, isn't fighting a war just farming monsters and killing bosses, and his ability to quickly adapt to the bloody battlefield is also based on this Ah Q spirit self-hypnosis.

Slaughtering the city so many times in the game, he has also killed hundreds of NPCs, as long as the people he kills are NPCs, the guilt will be much smaller.

"At three o'clock in the morning, I'll be waiting for you by the twenty-third pillar of the Forgotten Corridor, don't be late." Whitemane dropped the sentence in a tone that could not be refused, and then wrung up a few fresh bottles and walked away.

Unas looked at her bewitching back in a daze, but his mind was in a trance and lost the interest in appreciation, this woman is a little scary, it is better not to offend her in the future.

A big shaking hand suddenly appeared in front of him, and Erigore's voice sounded in his ears: "Don't look, there is no one to be seen." ”

This guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with a playful smile on his face: "It's rare to see Whitemayne so close to a man other than her brother, your kid's femininity is really enviable, banshees, night elves, and beautiful priests surround you one after another." ”

It's a female ghost, an elderly girl, and a femme fatale, is there a normal beauty in Azeroth to love me?

Unas looked up to the sky and sighed, the mood of a single dog had been thrown out of the sky by him.

……

The Tomb of Glory is a large cemetery located on the northwest side of the abbey cathedral, and since it bears the name of Glory, most of the burials here are warriors who died for Lordaeron.

The Oblivion Corridor is a wide, winding corridor that runs through the entire cemetery, and in the middle of the night when it is dark and invisible, a dark shadow emerges from the empty corridor, and Unas arrives a quarter of an hour early in a black robe.

He resolutely refused Erigor's invitation to drink in the evening under the pretext of being unwell, and after eating to make up for sleep, he obediently got up in the early morning to go to the appointment.

Softly groping for the thick stone pillars, Unas slowly made his way down the gloomy hallway, reaching the twenty-third before stopping.

There were no stars or moon tonight, it was pitch black all around, and the cemetery was unusually quiet in the middle of the night, and the occasional terrible cry sent chills through the heart, as if a devouring ghost would rush out of the darkness at any moment.

Unas swallowed his saliva and clinged to the stone pillar, and the underwear wet with cold sweat suddenly made his back cold.

There is no red dot in the thumbnail of the perceived undead, indicating that there are no undead, it should be just a night bird such as a crow, and there can be no ghosts in this holy monastery.

Labor and management are now paladins, and even if there is a ghost, it is that it is afraid of me, not that I am afraid of him.

Thinking of this, Unas relaxed a little.