Rewind time half an hour ago.

As Sigma had guessed, Ford would rather die than let anyone see him deflated, so he didn't have the slightest intention of going to the town, but chose a wild settlement with mountains and rivers as a place to recuperate.

Ford's mercenaries also have no idea of resistance, Ford wants face, they also want face, if they bring the smelly and yellow and white things to the town to spend the night and take a bath, it is simply directly to the town's snake forces shouted "We were splashed with dung", you have to be laughed to death, and when you deal with it next, the momentum will be three points weaker.

What happened tonight not only left them with a psychological shadow that they will never forget, but also left an indelible mark on their clothes...... In addition to scolding, these warband mercenaries from the metropolis who want to fight for their lives are also sighing, why would a mage be so shameless as to do this, it is really too unsophisticated, too unsophisticated......

However, despite suffering such a big loss, everyone's anger was still focused on Sigma, the maniac, rather than on Ford. First, Ford usually has a good wrist, second, this guy's background is hard enough, and third, there is a gold-level old butler who is pressing, and he can be regarded as safe all the way.

The people touched the mountain in the black light and fire, and with good luck, they found a natural cave, and there was a mountain stream not far away, which was very suitable for resting and washing the body. Relieved, the mercenaries howled and jumped straight into the stream, though the warband's mercenaries who were born for war could endure the more unpleasant smell. But tolerable and acceptable are obviously two different things, in the flying raid just now, except for a few skilled mercenaries who can fly in the rain without getting wet. The other people's bodies were more or less stained or splashed a little, and at this moment, regardless of whether they had a change of clothes with them, the mercenaries all threw themselves into the water, anyway, when the time came, just make a fire and dry it, everyone is a warrior, and they won't catch a cold if they get a little cold.

As for Ford's side, the housekeeper was very considerate. It was also very well considered, and another stone chamber was dug out of this natural cave with the earth-based moon fighting spirit, as a place for Ford to rest and convenient. Separate from other mercenaries' activities and strictly prohibit others from disturbing them. The discipline of the warband's mercenaries is very good, they are all used to orders and prohibitions, and they get along along the way. I also know that Master Ford has some girl-like pampered hypocrisy. I didn't think it was too strange.

Thanks to the support of the old butler at that time and the strength of the defensive magic props, although Ford was visually impacted in the flying attack, he did not suffer much. However, her condition was actually much worse than that of the other mercenaries, because in addition to the visual impact, Ya was also drugged, and at this time, the power of the laxative was in the perfect divergence stage, and the drum in her abdomen was thundering, and there were intermittent colic. It seems that the intestines are all tangled together, and they want to use their fighting spirit to suppress it. The effect is actually counterproductive, except for making the stomach more active, it does not play a positive role.

And that's not all, Ford has realized that a certain slut has not only put laxatives in his food and drink, but also smeared irritating substances on toilet paper, because his place is really painful, shrinking and shrinking, as if someone is stabbing him with a red-hot knife...... Physical pain is secondary, psychological shame is the greatest, that guy, that guy, that guy actually dared......

The shame and anger in his heart, coupled with the stimulation of this night's unexpected events, Ford's heart broke out with new hatred and old hatred, and then gave up thinking, and directly ordered the old butler to capture Sigma alive, he swore that he had never hated a person so much, the so-called demeanor, the so-called strength, the so-called respect for opponents, these things were all false, he now just wanted to stab that bastard who could do anything without any lower limit from behind to the front with a red-hot iron rod, and then throw him into the dung pit and drown him alive!

- But before that, he has to go to the bathroom......

The housekeeper's grandfather got the order, which should have been carried out vigorously, and Ford suffered such a big grievance, which also made the old man who grew up watching him angry, but the old housekeeper still hesitated, because he saw that Ford's state at this time was extremely poor, and it was really not very reassuring to let him stay here alone - but Ford was vengeful, and he really hated Sigma, and he did not hesitate to give a strong order to let the housekeeper's grandfather arrest the dirty mage, and the old housekeeper had no choice but to agree.

Both Ford and the old butler once again misestimated each other's true combat power, the former was carried away by hatred, and the latter was because of the conceit of their own strength, both of them ignored one thing: why would a mere mid-level mage sneak into the mansion quietly without the intuition of the golden swordsman, and arrange a series of traps in a room full of bronze and silver swordsmen?

Before leaving, the old butler opened a long tunnel, so that the newly opened stone chamber was directly connected to the outside of the mountain, so that in the event of an accident, Ford could also escape directly through the emergency passage of Guò, and after doing this, the golden swordsman left the cave and headed in the direction of Sigma's lair.

The mercenaries cheered loudly to the old butler, their words full of anticipation and hideousness, obviously, after the unforgettable carpet bombing before, these five big and three rough men were obviously also full of thoughts about Sigma's chrysanthemum......

Ford listened to the movement outside, and then slowly walked out of the cave by holding on to the stone wall of the road, and came to the other side of the mountain.

It hurts, it hurts, because of the irritating drugs on the tissue, the fragile and sensitive place has been in a fiery pain, and the surging diarrhea has magnified this pain many times. Feeling the pain that I had never felt before, the pain of shame in that place of shame actually came from a man's mischievous conspiracy, and I thought of it. A huge sense of shame filled Ford's heart, causing him to grit his teeth even more if Sigma suddenly appeared in front of him. It's very likely that he will bite him to death one bite at a time......

At the end of the first round, Ford reached out and took out the handkerchief in the inner pocket of his coat, he was now completely in a state of turmoil, and just wanted to wipe his butt with the handkerchief, and then suddenly woke up, immediately stopped the movement in his hand, and looked at the handkerchief. A tangled look appeared on his face. There was a bunch of handkerchief boxes in it, all of which were rescued by the housekeeper's grandfather in the end, but that bastard mage also gave some medicine here in case he took it. What to do?

I can't help it...... Ford let out a long sigh, then closed his eyes, leaned in the handkerchief, and slowly stuck out his tongue. With a bitter expression that is about to lick [beep-]. Gently lick the handkerchief that has never been used.

"This disgrace...... This kind of shame ...... "After finally solving his personal problems, Ford stood up, reached out to hold on to the wall, and walked back along the long corridor, his anger groove was obviously broken, and the whole person exuded a strong murderous aura, and it looked like he wanted to dismantle Sigma to eight pieces quickly, but it corresponded. It was his extremely poor complexion and weak body, and the continuous diarrhea was very draining of the body. Even his body as a silver swordsman was a little unbearable......

At this time, the night is getting thicker and thicker, and the moonlight and starlight have become dim, and Ford, who was walking in the corridor, suddenly saw a momentary bright light shining in the dark corridor, and then the rumbling thunder followed......

The common cave isolated from the stone chamber was very lively, more than twenty mercenaries were huddled together, and the boiling heat emitted from each other could dry their wet clothes, and the good men who survived in the wild not only collected enough dry wood, but also caught a lot of fish in the creek, and barbecued them in the cave, so that he could adjust his mood, and in the meantime someone tried to bring some to Ford, but he refused—in this case, he was really not in the mood to eat.

In the stone room, there was a simple stone bed flattened with a sword, and some clothes were covered on the bed, and Ford sat on it, holding his knees with his hands, listening to the laughter coming from next door, listening to the thunderstorm outside the cave, and the feeling of loneliness and loneliness filled his heart.

Suddenly I felt the urge to cry.

I can't help it—grievance, helplessness, anger, shyness, panic, shame...... He was caught off guard by a qiē that happened all day today. First of all, the airborne plan that thought it was perfect was hit head-on by the local natives and the mage who suddenly jumped out, and he lost face and tasted failure, and then the flawless revenge plan was dismantled by the opponent's unexpected combat effectiveness and the lower limit routine of playing cards out of common sense, not only did not calculate the other party, but was burned down the house, splashed with dung, and was given that kind of medicine...... He has always believed that hard work can achieve results, and this is how he has come along the way, for a certain goal, he makes sacrifices and sacrifices, and even does very excessive things, because success comes at a price, but ...... But obviously I worked hard, why did I lose so badly? I gave up so much to become stronger, why can't I win?

Why, why does that hateful mage, that hanging-up guy, whether he laughs and scolds or talks seriously, always have a kind of condescending calmness? Why does he always have an endless supply of good cards and always win a qiē challenge in the most unexpected way? Why do I always lose to him?

Is...... I'm so unwilling.

Ford clenched his fists tightly, his nails stinging his palms and beads of blood pouring out.

Confused, thinking, there was a low roar in his stomach again, and the stool gradually appeared, he sighed, is he going to the toilet again? But it's raining outside......

He slowly got out of bed and rummaged through the suitcase, which contained a magic lamp that solidified a simple illumination technique. There are two kinds of magic props, magic props that facilitate the daily life and combat of mages, and magic props that allow ordinary people to enjoy the convenience of spells, and the scene of "magic entering thousands of households and human beings making progress and prospering" is different from Sigma's vision, the mages of the Norren continent tend to maintain the mystery of magic, one of the main manifestations is that the magic props market is obviously taking the high-end route, and the magic props for export are exquisitely made and the effect is stable, and the corresponding price is expensive, and ordinary people can't afford it at all. It's like this magic lamp in Ford's hand. The materials are precious but by no means scarce, and the spell models for illumination are so simple that a beginner mage who has completed the elementary course of alchemy can maintain a success rate of at least sixty percent. With such a low cost and manual fee, after unconsciously carved and decorated and meaningless packaging, and then stamped with a glittering trademark mark, you dare to sell it for a hundred times the profit, and only at this price, the Federation of Mages - the Magic Consortium of the United States of Austria has monopolized the business of civilian magic items, and you dare to sell precious magic items at a low price to disrupt the market. Turning back, there is a mage, and an agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation invites you to tea for dumping.

The upstart turned on the lighting mechanism of the magic crystal lamp, and the soft light shone on it, and he carried the lamp. Holding on to the wall of the corridor, he walked out of the stone room and walked outside, with cold wind and cold rain blowing in his face. The rain curtain covered the sky. Because of his cleanliness habits, Ford didn't want to be directly in the cave, but there was really no good place to go outside because of the heavy rain......

Ford, looking for a convenient place, moved his eyes, and he held the magic crystal lamp in his hand high, illuminating a place where a boulder protruded, just enough to block the rain. Leaving a dry clearing, Ford smiled with relief. He stepped forward in three steps and two steps, first carefully checked whether there was any problem, then surrounded a stone wall with stones to block the wind, and then put the magic crystal lamp on the ground, and slowly took off his pants while looking left and right.

The wind is still blowing along the gap, a little cool, which makes Ford very uncomfortable, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

He remembered today's frustration, the guys who were blindly obedient by the orators of Sigma and Oliver, the hateful mercenaries who disdained him, these guys were simply drowned in the flood!

Ford thought viciously in his heart.

But then, he thought of Oliver's speech, the enthusiastic roar of the mercenaries, Sigma's speech that had ulterior motives but made some sense, and these mercenaries who knew it was dangerous but still stayed here to fight against natural disasters, his heart couldn't help but soften, and then changed his words: "...... Well, those fools don't die for their crimes, but the abominable mage is unforgivable, and he is drowned in the flood! ”

"Boom!"

There was a strange muffled sound on the mountain for some reason.

Could it be that a lightning strike struck something? It's not like that......

Ford tilted his head, a little strange.

Then he felt that the whole mountain seemed to be shaking, like an earthquake, as if there was a huge earth dragon rushing down from the mountain-Ford began to panic, and hurriedly took out another handkerchief, wiped his buttocks, put on his pants, took the magic crystal lamp and left the place, and raised the magic crystal lamp to take a closer look......

Torrents, torrents that erupt from the mountains.

The black pressure torrent carrying sediment and even stones rushed down from the narrow mountain river, and the original soil balance of the mountain was rapidly destroyed during the short-term thunderstorm, and the saturated pressure water body in the rock layer of the mountain broke through the covering layer on the surface, and sloped down from the middle and upper part of the mountain, carrying the sediment and gravel, forming an unstoppable torrent, roaring down in the posture of King's Landing!

In the face of this terrifying power of nature, Ford, who was in a weakened state, was swept up in the violent torrent before he could react, he wanted to struggle hard, wanted to shout for help, but layers of sand and gravel were wrapped, and the cold flood poured into his mouth and nose, so that he was already weak and lost all the strength to resist, so he was pushed by the unstoppable force, rolling down the mountain, where no one could hear the cry for help, and the housekeeper grandfather was not there, it seemed that he could only die here? Is...... Unwilling......

Anyone is good...... It's good for everyone...... Can you come to my rescue?

No one will come, and I, who sent out my grandfather as a housekeeper, dug my own grave.

I seem to see a light, no, a pair of wings, the wings of an angel? Is the angel here to pick me up? Can a person like me go to heaven even after he dies?

Hazy, Ford didn't know how long he had been drifting, he seemed to be hallucinating, because in front of his eyes, a blue blade of light was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, was this the brilliance of the Gate of Heaven?

A strong concussion shook the body, is this what it feels like for the soul to be separated from the body?

Ford felt like he was getting taller and taller, and it was a nice feeling of being out of his body, like ...... It's like flying, it's like this, and it's nice to fly all the way to heaven......

Wait...... Wait a minute? I think I'm hearing something very familiar?

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and there was a dark night in front of him, but in the midst of the rain and darkness, a wing of light was so dazzling, and the angel with the wings of light was rushing towards him, but why was the voice of this angel so familiar, it was exactly the same as the bastard mage he wanted to eat quickly......

The angel seems to be saying, "God!!!!!! ”

…… What do you mean?

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PS: 5,000 words update sent to ...... Tomorrow will return to normal, and then I will tell you a little story about the death of the imperial capital (Yuanmu). (To be continued......)