There are as many legends as dogs, and lichs are everywhere.

Soren inexplicably remembered a sentence he had often heard before, this sentence was a self-deprecation for many people, especially before he reached the legendary realm, and many people who were seriously injured or died liked to use this sentence to laugh at themselves. Although the lich has not been seen yet, Sauron has really encountered a lot of characters above the quasi-legendary. As a professional with only a third order, Sauron has a lot of pressure in his heart, but he can't find a dragon and say, you lie down obediently and let me stab me to death, so that I can level up quickly.

A month of time.

He has grown from a thief at the lowest level to a third-order professional, except for the Divine Son of the Transcendent Bloodline, etc., it is estimated that no one will grow faster than him!

But he still felt that he was not enough, and his strength was far from enough against some of the deposits.

The information revealed was actually very vague, except for the names of the degenerates in the town. No one had ever seen the Elect's appearance, and it was Sauron who asked for some details before he found out that the Elect had been wearing a black cloak, with obvious signs of warping near his ears, and the skin color of his palms was not an ordinary elf, which determined her race. She arrived more than half a month ago, and Sauron should have been in White Horse City at that time.

Fallen believers say that she is the embodiment of the goddess of torture, and this statement cannot be used casually.

Otherwise it is blasphemy!

The beings who can claim to be incarnated as gods are basically elect who have been empowered by the gods. They play a pivotal role in the Church of the Divine, and the power of the elect is equivalent to that of a priest of the rank of 20 or so. They can use the divine power they have been given to cast the [Sacred Word Technique] or the [Blasphemous Word], which is very close to the ninth level of the divine technique.

It can make people commit suicide, it can also control people's minds, and it can even get a group of fanatical believers at once.

As long as there is a loophole in the heart, it is enough to guide it with divine power.

The town's guards began to go out to arrest the fallen believers, and the middle-aged woman gave an order with a gloomy expression, and then someone called for the guardian knight of the agricultural temple.

The power of the temple is made up of three parts. Priests, believers, temple guards.

Five temple guards of the third order or so appeared, wearing heavy full-body armor, leaning slightly and following the guard. This is a save that Sauron couldn't even catch a move in the past, but now he is sure that he is one against three. The speed at which he has grown is actually amazing, but unfortunately he has too little time to give, he has walked the path of others for more than ten years in a month, but many of the enemies he has to face are thousands of years ahead of him.

It was getting dark.

There were hints of unrest in the town, but Sauron didn't care. He rested in the inn while silently tempering his will.

He's going to complete an ascetic practice!

To deal with these degenerates, as an alien adventurer, there is no need for Sauron to fight on the front line, the god believers are not talking about playing, and if they are not careful, they may capsize in the gutter. There are very few ways to gain killing experience in a short period of time, and the distribution of living things is already relatively diffuse, and killing people indiscriminately will only lead to ruin, and it will also completely disorient oneself. Ordinary creatures give too little experience to kill, and it's too difficult to single out a wilderness race. Assassinations little by little are too time-consuming.

At his normal pace, Sauron estimates that it will take at least seven days or more to gain enough XP to increase by one class level.

He wants to absorb divinity!

Sauron prepares to confront the will of the Dreaded Demon God, devouring the divinity he has carved out of soul fragments.

But it takes a very strong will.

The night passed quickly, and Sauron slept very well that night. It can be said that it completely replenishes the energy consumed by itself. When he came out the next day, his appearance was very different from before, he took off his leather armor and warm cotton clothes. He was dressed only in the thinnest linen garments, his shoulder-length hair was scattered, and his bare feet were unshoeed. Just walked directly on the cold ice and snow.

- Asceticism!

The best way to temper your will.

Strong wills are sharpened and accumulated little by little over time, and people's wills will will not change just because of a decision you make.

It's the accumulation of precipitation little by little when you stick to it!

He stepped barefoot on the snow and ice, the bitter cold wind blew through his clothes, and the linen that was too thin was useless, and even with Sauron's constitution of 21 points, he could not resist the chill that came from all directions. The rest of the town looked at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a madman and a fool, for it wouldn't be long before even a naturally hardy Northland man would get sick when he was outside in such thin clothes.

Sauron arrived at the Temple of Agriculture, and his dress surprised the priest for a moment, and then leaned over slightly.

She knew what Sauron was up to, because there were priests who would do it!

The only thing that surprised her was that she couldn't understand why the wanderers would use such extreme methods to temper their will, they didn't need to rely on their will to stabilize their faith like priests do.

Most of the wanderers are pan-believers, and the most they say about the gods is just lip service!

Sauron got his fair share of gold, about thirty or so, followed by a portion of the holy water, and most importantly, two potions of potent healing.

It is worth more than 500 kindlers, and the effect is equivalent to treating moderate injuries to treating severe injuries.

Pastors are experts in this area.

Sauron continued his journey, wearing thin linen clothes, stepping barefoot on the cold snow, moving forward step by step, without using any supernatural abilities, without blessing himself with spells, and just walked forward step by step, the pervasive chill seeped into his body, and his arms, cheeks, and feet soon began to freeze slightly blue, because there was no shoe protection, and the soles of his feet began to leave slight scars.

The ground was rough, with stones, dead branches, and inconspicuous spikes, because it was a coniferous forest outside.

Frostbite is gradually accumulating.

Although the rate of increase was slow, the frostbite at 1 point 1 was still steadily increasing, because of the scars on his feet, Sauron also superimposed slight bruises, these injuries gradually reduced his health, and little by little his vitality was consumed.

Day 1.

Sauron walked barefoot for a hundred and fifty kilometers, and he encountered a hungry white bear, but the other man died by his sword.

Night falls.

He did not eat a drop of water for the whole day, except for a little water at this time, and then slowly ate dry food, without the slightest meat, just the coarsest black bread. The frostbite on his whole body is already very obvious, and the health points deducted one after another have reached more than ten points, if it weren't for the talent and expertise of regeneration, and the extraordinary physique of more than 20 points, I am afraid that he would have frozen to death in this day. The specialty of weak cold resistance cannot offset all cold chilling in this environment.

Sauron didn't light the bonfire, he sat cross-legged on a rock, his scimitar in both hands, and slowly closed his eyes!

This is the way of practicing the Juggernaut.

He was meditating, but he was not exercising his spirit like a wizard, but he was tempering his will.

The howling cold wind did not stop for a moment.

Occasionally, snowflakes fell on Sauron's body, the ice and snow melted little by little, and then froze into ice due to the cold temperature, Sauron sat motionless on the rock, the whole person looked like an ice sculpture, only the heart in his chest was still beating slowly and steadily.

The night passed slowly.

When Sauron opened his eyes the next day, his body was already covered with white frost, his whole body was already a little bruised, and when he withdrew the scimitar, he even brought a little bit of flesh with him, and the palm of his hand that touched the blade had frozen on the scimitar. The night's meditation made his whole body stiffen, and the frostbite on his body had accumulated to more than fifty points, almost one-third of his health.

He slowly got up, drank a little ice-cold water, and began to eat, moving his body slightly.

There are no monsters who don't know whether they are alive or dead today.

Sauron's skin flushed slightly from the activity, and he drank a bottle of healing potion and felt a surge of heat rise through his body. The power of the healing potion did not heal his injuries quickly, and Sauron rested briefly before continuing his journey. He was still dressed in thin clothes, barefoot on the snow and ice, and he made his way along the road little by little, occasionally meeting other people, and the gaze that looked at him was unbelievable, as if he were looking at a madman!

Day 2, Day 3, Day 4.

As time passed, Sauron's body became thinner and thinner, his expression became more and more tired, and the frostbite on his body had accumulated to the point that his flesh was cracked, but the essence in his eyes became more and more substantial, like a sharp blade buried in the ice and snow. He slaughtered a pack of snow wolves, killed three bear goblins, and briefly fought an ice troll.

Sauron walked less and less throughout the day because he was really tired.

On the way, he came across some human villages, but he didn't stop at all, just walked quietly.

Day 5, Day 6, Day 7.

Sauron's lips were completely cracked, and his body was covered in shocking frostbite, and he no longer looked as handsome as he had been. His walking posture was slightly inconvenient, as he had already drunk all the healing potions, and the accumulated frostbite eventually dragged him into a state of severe injury. He encountered a large pack of wolves, and because of the bloody smell of frost-cracked wounds, the head wolf bit him on the leg, so that the wounds still cannot heal.

The land of ice and snow is always so cold.

Sauron had walked more than a thousand miles in this icy and snowy world barefoot, and when a city in the snow appeared in front of him, he finally waited for the long-awaited hint of his specialty.

Walk barefoot for thousands of miles.

Although Sauron is very, very weak at this moment, it is also his strongest moment!

Life and death are in this moment!!

……………… (To be continued......)