The dark cavern was filled with a pungent smell, and pools of blood swelled like boiling hot water.

Drops of red blood fell from a high place into the pool of blood, and at last all that was left was a dry, black object nailed to the top of the cavern.

"He's dead?"

By the pool of blood, the swordless with a face red from the light looked up at the pitch-black object, as if he was not sure that the tenacious monster was dead.

"Well, his soul has dissipated, and no matter how strong his life is, he can't survive." The old mage squatted on the edge of the blood pool and carved the magic circle, guiding the blood water to slowly overflow from it: "But thanks to this monster, my research is going very well"

Wujian watched his movements quietly, not believing that it would go so smoothly: "So you can create a new body?" ”

Her teacher's research is to create flawless ** and thus attain immortality. It is obviously a forbidden technique, but it is an irresistible temptation for any mortal. And Wujian knew that her teacher was not a madman, he was just a scholar who was extremely obsessed with spells

"It is said that vampires' bodies can be restored even if they are chopped up, and I use this special surname to start with whether I have taken a shortcut or can't make the bodies of other races, but forget it." The old mage lamented: "I don't have much life, so I can only use this filthy body first, and then continue to study in the future." ”

Wujian looked at the boiling blood in the blood pool, there was also her blood in it, did it mean that another her might be born?

"Teacher, you really can't make monsters?" She was a little worried.

The old mage turned his back to her and smiled: "Don't worry, Lilac can't create a soul that drives ** with our tiny mana, and it is the foundation of life." ”

"My research is to create new ** that can hold my own soul, unlike those dark mages of the past." He turned his head, a smile flashing in his eyes, "And after all, they are also using the souls of the dead." ”

Hundreds of years ago, some elven and human mages formed a 'Life Research Society' to explore this forbidden technique. They created some children, but later investigation revealed that the souls of those children came from the souls of the wandering world.

The mages erase the memories of the dead souls and artificially create the illusion of 'reincarnation', claiming to be the creator. Unfortunately, the Forbidden Technique incident had serious consequences, and the Temple quickly erased all information about the event, including the names of the children.

But the old mage got some of the remaining information, and started the idea of creating immortality for himself. He was so bold, yet more sensible than anyone else—the old mage would not be greedy to reach out and touch the secrets of his soul, at least not until he became a god.

"Lilac, next I'm going to try to turn the blood into the monster's ** cells, you leave first." The old mage instructed his disciples: "I'm afraid that this spell fluctuation will spread out, you go to the forest outside to keep a sentry, and don't let others approach." ”

Wujian nodded yes and turned to leave.

She walked through the silent forest at night, the path of dense foliage covering the moonlight, and only a fireball on her staff could avoid thorns and bushes. Calculating that the distance was almost there, Wujian jumped onto a big tree and lay on his back to wait.

She is used to life in the wild. The first night she can remember was climbing on the cold ground, crawling forward without knowing anything, not knowing anything, just wanting to live.

And now, the weather has changed, and it seems that the same cold winter is coming.

――――

It was a winter night, and the child who had fallen in the snow opened his eyes.

She stared blankly at the world, at the crowd passing by on the street, and no one looked at her or cared about her.

To live, she longs to live.

So she dragged her stiff legs forward, and was trampled on, and she lived like she was trampled on and fought with vicious dogs for food.

――――

Xia Han had this strange dream again, he seemed to be able to dream of no sword and see her struggle.

[Why is it here again?] He woke up from his dream sweating and rested against the cold wall of his cell with his hands over his forehead.

Xia Han has always thought that dreams are illusory, but for some reason, the dreams without a sword have become more and more real with time. He had no way to explain the anomaly, and if the illusion came from thoughts, then where did the reality come from? He and Wujian have neither blood nor contract

[How can you dream of reality!] Xia Han smiled bitterly, he shook his head, believing that he had been affected by the words of the orc great wizard.

After resting for a while, Xia Han stood up, stood on tiptoe and looked out through the window less than four centimeters, and finally determined the time from the slanting light of the moonlight: it was about an hour or two since the humans in Syracuse escaped, but it was strange why Syracuse hadn't fallen yet?

[Does the reward have to be delayed for a few days?] 】

Just when Xia Han couldn't help but want to call out the illustrated book to ask, the earth suddenly shook, first a very small tremor, and then in an instant, it turned into a big earthquake that made people stand unsteadily. A series of deafening explosions sounded outside, and Xia Han swayed from side to side holding on to the wall, and the shaking ended when the blue light condensed in his hand.

"This is"

He found that his feet were covered in a layer of white light, not only him, but the entire floor of the room. Xia Han understood at a glance that this layer of white light came from the White Tiger, and presumably the entire Snow City was wrapped in the White Tiger's defensive white light.

"Failed?" His face was slightly cold, if the white tiger protected the ground of Syracuse, wouldn't that prove that it hadn't fallen?

Just as he was thinking this, a team of orcs ran in from outside, they opened the cell door, and walked towards Xia Han with war hammers and iron swords: "Come out quickly, come with us!" ”

Just this group of ordinary orcs want to control him?

Xia Han walked out obediently, thinking about whether he should kill them and escape—but he decided to go out and see what was going on.

However, as soon as he went out, Xia Han was dumbfounded.

Smoke rose from the vast Syracuse City, the walls that had stood tall collapsed to the ground, and the blood of the victims flowed from the cracks in the stacked boulders. The white barrier of the sky has disappeared, and the red warships have broken into the city's airspace like demons, and the magic that shines with colorful light has swept through the streets, taking away batch after batch of fresh lives.

The orcs are finished.

As the Pokédex's reward indicates, Syracuse has fallen. Even if the ground is protected by the White Tiger, it is obviously only an emergency measure to prevent the entire city from sinking into the ground, and the orcs are powerless to return to the sky

[Is the marquis dead?] 】

Xia Han's heart moved, he knew that the cadre had been standing on the city wall to direct the battle. But now that the walls have fallen, will he be crushed to death by the boulder like the other orcs?

;