Is it a pure coincidence that the woman in the portrait looks very similar to Renus, if not identical? But is it really possible for such an extreme coincidence in this world? Or rather, this woman is actually Renus.

And it's not just the wall directly opposite Gordon that has a portrait of the woman on it. On the walls on both sides, there are likewise. This blonde beauty with a unique temperament presents a variety of poses in the painting. There are armor and swords, and they stand awe-inspiring; Some are wearing home clothes, holding a book and reading quietly; There is also a flower crown on his head, dancing happily at the festival. It can be said that these paintings fully and comprehensively show the different charms of this woman in different states from different angles.

"The painting technique is delicate and exquisite, and the facial features of the characters are exquisite, which fully reflects the inner temperament and mood. And the color is bold and visually striking...... Even a layman like me, who doesn't understand art, can praise these paintings with a string of beautiful words. The authors of these paintings are certainly not unknown. Gordon thought silently, walked into the portrait, and looked at the lower right corner. Sure enough, he spotted a row of small black letters at a glance.

"Ejean. Novel, made in the year of the flowers. ”

Gordon knew that it was 920 A.D., eighteen years ago. Two major events occurred that year, one was the assassination of the little princess Northumber, known as the most beautiful woman in the Northern Continent, and Marigerine, known as the flower of the empire. The second is that the cassava flowers planted by the elves in the deep green forest withered ahead of schedule, and the cassava production was greatly reduced this year, triggering a large-scale famine. Hundreds of thousands of forest and wild elves starved to death.

Familiarity with history is a must for a mage. With his astonishing memory, Gordon was able to remember all the years going back one hundred and twenty-seven years from this year onwards and the events that took place in that year. But for art, he is not very clear. The portrait was painted by Ejean. The name of Novel. He felt a little familiar, but he didn't know who it was.

From this point of view, his cultivation as a nobleman is not qualified at all.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to go back and ask someone." Having made up his mind, he continued to keep his eyes open to the question of the portrait author, hoping to be in a room that was different from the atmosphere of his surroundings. Find more clues.

He did find a lot more. For example, a small bust of a woman carved from different materials such as marble, summer stone, snake eye stone, etc. Of course, you don't have to think about it to know that the prototype is the one in the portrait who doesn't know that it is Renus herself. It's still the same woman as Renus. In addition, Gordon found a number of courtship and hymns written in the first person in a drawer. It's a pity that after reading these poems, Gordon got goosebumps all over his body because he felt numb. There was no harvest either. Root. Anissa is all "you". Words like "my love" to refer to the woman did not reveal her name at all.

"Alas, this Lord Bishop posed as a saint in front of the public, but in private he was a psychotic man who was obsessed with women to the point of pathology......"

After some sighing, Gordon didn't notice anything more and decided to leave.

He climbed up the ladder and left the eerie underground chamber before exiting the hut. Followed by. Gordon noticed something unusual: the temperature around him was still very low. He could still see the white breath coming out of his mouth, even the Ben in the courtyard. Anissa grows side dishes. The tender green leaves are also covered with hoarfrost.

Now in this late spring, how can there still be a scene of frosting on plants? This is certainly unnatural condition.

Gordon's heart jumped suddenly, and he felt a violent and abundant breath of negative energy in the forest, like a blizzard, rushing towards the hut, as if it was about to drown him.

Without time to think about it, the mage took out a magic scroll as if reflexively, blessed himself with an acceleration technique, drank a bottle of oil potion on the soles of his feet in one gulp, and then ran wildly.

Soon, a voice like a yin wind cries overhead. As he ran, Gordon saw a gray-black ball of light coming from behind him and landing on the ground nearby. The evil and strange arcane energy quickly spread at the center point where the light ball landed, forming a circular area.

The small area shrouded in this gray-black energy, within an area of about a dozen square meters, has undergone unexpected changes. In late spring, the vegetation around the forest is already growing quite lush, lush and verdant. But under the influence of that gray-black arcane energy, all the green plants began to wither and wither at a speed that could be distinguished by the naked eye, turning from green to black, and finally weathering into stiff and dead branches. Not only the plants, but also the little insects in the dirt were all doomed, and the flesh and blood were devoured in the gray-black color that symbolized death and decay in an instant, leaving only an empty shell.

"What kind of strange necromancy is this?" Gordon shuddered at the sight of what was happening around him. According to the estimation of the energy level of this spell, if he hits himself, then in a few seconds, all the life force in his body that sustains the operation of life will be completely devoured, and finally turn into a dry corpse.

Fortunately, this never-before-seen necromancy is not directive, and although it has a large range, it is relatively easy to dodge.

Gordon glanced back as he ran, just in time to see something gray like mist, floating out of the Forest of Dead Words. The chalet where Anissa lived was close. In this mist, you can faintly see a curved and convex, like the shadow of a woman.

Whatever it was, the mist was the culprit of the attack on Gordon, and it was the object that Gordon desperately wanted to get rid of.

Even if it was just a hasty estimate, Gordon knew that this undead monster that ran out of the forest belonged to a powerful enemy with a challenge level of fifteen or above, and an adult dragon level. And in the case of no preparation, the other party's weird and strange necromancy spells are difficult to deal with, and if you are not careful, you will be killed in seconds. And here's Ben. The vicinity of Anissa's hut is a hostile area. Maybe the Bishop or his cult allies will show up at any time, and it's really not good for battle.

So all things considered, it's better to go first.

Fortunately, the place where the fighting took place was not remote, although inaccessible. Gordon ran on his legs at full speed, and soon came to the vicinity of the main road outside the city of Flaires.

And the undead creature also gave up the pursuit.

In such a crowded place, there are not only passing tourists and businessmen, but also city patrols. If that undead creature didn't want to startle the snake, so that it would finally usher in the encirclement and suppression of the major temples, it could only retreat.

Looking at the carriages coming and going like a long dragon on the road, Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, and felt like a world away. But just now, when the undead creature gave up the pursuit, he seemed to hear something the other party was saying.

It is to the effect of "plan exposed, transferred, changed" and so on.

That's not the point. What was most strange to Gordon was that the undead creature said this in the language of the Abyss. (To be continued......)