"Bone dungeon!!" the bones that the necromancer had prepared for a long time quickly formed a cage as soon as the warrior stepped into range.

The warrior found himself locked up and hurriedly used a giant axe to destroy it, and this cage was already cracked with a single axe, which did not last long at all.

"And what!" The surrounding bones formed bone spears under the control of the necromancer, and they formed several rows of arrays to attack the warrior from different directions.

When the warrior saw this large piece of bone spear, he swung the giant axe, and the axe chopped and broke several batches, which also made him unable to care about destroying the cage, until the effect of the madness was over, first one, then two, and then more and more, and the bone spear pierced into the warrior's body, and he could not hold it anymore.

"Everything was as I expected. The crack in the soul crystal had healed, and the necromancer's voice was full of confidence, "Die tragically in front of me, old warrior, you are brave, but you provoked the wrong people." The crystal approached the warrior in the bone prison, at this time he was pierced by several spears, and the spear passed through the bone prison to form a fixation, which made him unable to move at all, a large amount of blood was lost, the warrior's face turned pale, the giant axe "clanged" and slipped from his hand, his head drooped down, his hands and feet also drooped down, and the person did not know whether he was faint or really dead, and he did not seem to react.

"I'm going to suffer a little loss this time, although your body is not as strong as the nightingale, it's not as strong as nothing, when I escape, I will definitely settle accounts with that woman, and those two little ghosts, they will all become my puppets!" the necromancer's crystal glowed blue, and he slowly approached the warrior.

"It's a good thing the necromancer isn't all idiots like you, otherwise I would have been killed by that Depp guy. Just then, Hopler suddenly looked up.

"Aren't you dead yet?" Holding up another bone spear with his magic, the necromancer aimed it at the warrior's heart.

"Hoyle, the god of war, please allow me to borrow your power..."Red divine light burst out from the warrior's body, and the warrior seemed to be resurrected, breaking the bone prison that trapped him with a punch in his right hand, and then grabbed the necromancer's soul crystal with his hand, "Why are you so close? Don't you know that it is dangerous to get close to a warrior?" The warrior's eyes in front of him took the crystal to him, staring at it, but he had never seen this thing so closely.

The warrior saw something white rolling in the crystal, which was supposed to be the soul of the necromancer, and the blue light seemed to form a vortex.

"Don't kill me!!" the necromancer screamed bitterly, "I promise you whatever you want, don't! Don't kill me!!"

Hearing this, the warrior laughed, but immediately a feeling of dizziness came.

"Daddy!" a familiar voice came from behind the warrior.

"This is!" he jerked back, and his wife was looking at him with her child's hand, and they were standing in front of a small cabin that he had built with his own hands, for the purpose of the original seclusion, a small but large enough house for three people. It was surrounded by a piece of farmland, and it was originally intended to be self-sufficient, with some food and vegetables enough for three people to eat, and more for his wife to sell in the town for some money. In the distance, there is a dense forest with many edible fruits, plants, and herbs, which can be used to cope with the harvest if the harvest is not good. It was a place he had carefully chosen, rich in resources, and it was supposed to be safe in the interior of the kingdom.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" the little boy ran over and looked at the warrior, "Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

The warrior came back to his senses, "I didn't do anything, son. He looked at his child, the boy brought a small wooden knife that he had sharpened for him, this hairstyle was often cut for him, although it was shorter, but it was very spiritual, the clothes were sewn by his wife, and his wife was waving to him in the distance, she was still so beautiful, charming that he couldn't help but think about it

Go and hug her.

"Why are you holding this little bird?" the little boy pointed to the warrior's right hand, "how pitiful the little bird is, you should put him back." ”

Looking at the bird in his hand, the warrior was stunned, what was going on, he always felt that he had forgotten something "how did I..."

"You said you were going to teach me swordsmanship today!" the little boy excitedly pulled out his wooden sword and waved it indiscriminately, "Hah!ha!"

"Let Uncle Calvin teach you swordsmanship, let's learn the pace first. And the axe is also very strong, don't you think about becoming a warrior?" the warrior crouched down and looked at the child, he was reluctant to let go of the bird in his hand, "What's going on." The warrior tapped his head, "Son, shall we raise it?" the warrior said, turning his head again.

There was no longer that world in front of him, and another familiar woman was standing in front of him, "Drink?" and touched his cup, and Depp on the side greeted him.

"Ahh Ahh

"I warn you, it's okay to drink here, but you are not allowed to crush my glass like you did last time. Expertly wiping the cup, the woman reminded Hopler with a straight face.

"No, it won't. Hopler immediately changed his face and laughed, "Last time it was just an accident, how could I break the beautiful proprietress cherished cup again." ”

"Count you as acquaintances. The woman sneered, "I'm old, I'm not beautiful, just don't make trouble for me." Picking up the bottle and facing the warrior, "Would you like another drink?"

"No, I can't. Depp stopped the bottle, "You can't drink anymore, Hopler, put the glass down, you've drunk enough today, I don't want to carry you back." ”

"Since you've said so. The woman regretfully put down the bottle, "Put down the glass, Hopler, Depp said so." ”

"I.." Suddenly with an impulse, Hopler began to apply force to the cup.

"What are you going to do!" the proprietress looked a little anxious, "put down the cup!"

"I'll give you the money from the boss, give me this cup." ”

"Uncle Hopler!" another voice came from the side.

The soldier shook his head, this is a hotel, and he stayed with Rod and Lot.

"Uncle, it's time to train. Rodra walked out with Hopler.

"Why are you so proactive today?" the warrior smiled and accompanied them out the door.

"Uncle, what do you have in your hand?" Lott pointed to Hopler's right hand.

Hopler looked down, "It's a cup." ”

"Uncle, now isn't the time to drink?" Rod pouted.

"This..."

"Put the cup down, uncle, you didn't even take an axe today. Lott also helped.

"No, I can't put it down. Hopler's eyes widened, and he turned to look at the two teenagers, his eyes flashing a faint red again.

"Uncle, if you keep holding on, you'll lose ours. ”

"Sooner or later, you have to learn to grow up. Hopler looked serious, and then began to step back.

"But you taught us like a father, and we don't want to lose you!" Rhodes ran over and grabbed his hand, "Let go of the cup, and you can go back with us, back to the hotel, back to the gladiatorial arena, and continue training us, just like we used to." ”

The fighters did not react.

"You can watch us grow, we'll grow up, we'll be as strong as you, even maybe

Join the Warrior Guild instead of you on Sacrifice Day. Lott grabbed his other hand.

"When we win, you come and congratulate us again, what a beautiful day, uncle. Rod stared nervously at Hopler's face, "Look at our uncle, uncle!!"

"You're the one who wants to be the Knight of the Oath, don't say such unproductive words. Hopler glared at Rod sternly, and then he turned to Lott again, "I can be regarded as your teacher and your instructor, whatever you call it, but it is not your father, I only have one son." His gaze wandered between the two teenagers, and there was a crisp "snap", and Hopler's right hand clenched.

With the necromancer's painful wail, Hopler returned to the cavern, and all hallucinations were gone. The necromancer was now in terrible fear and pain, his soul exposed, the sheer amount of magic tearing at him, it was a foregone conclusion, he could never return to that tiny crystal, and this cave became his final resting place. His soul was annihilated in a scream.

All the leyline magic he stole erupted with the crystal shattering, the magic power stirred in this narrow cave, Hopler's body was slapped by this huge energy like rags by this power, he just stood motionless, looking at the blue light that flooded him in front of him, he chose to be silent, the divine light was quickly extinguished, and Hopler's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Hopler?" a man's voice called out to the warrior.

"Huh?" Coming back to his senses, a man was standing in front of the warrior.

"Are you Lord Lubbock?" Hopler looked surprised, he knew this person, this was the prototype of the statue at the entrance of the Warrior Guild, the acting and president of the original Warrior Guild, Lubbock, a hero in the hearts of countless warriors.

"It's me. Lubbo crossed his right hand on his waist and smiled, "In view of your merits, Lord War will give you the opportunity to enter the temple." Come with me?" he held out his hand to invite the warrior.

"Isn't it a privilege for the Agent to enter the Temple of the God of War and fight for him forever?" Hopler couldn't believe it, he looked around, the snow-white space stretched infinitely into the distance, and there were only two people in this space, Lubbo and himself.

"You're special, Hopler, you're exceptional, you're exceptional. Hatsudai smiled, "Don't think so much, come with me." ”

Hopler just raised his hand, then hesitated again, "I want to be with my family, they are waiting for me, if serving the God of War means saying goodbye to them... I..."

"How can Lord War be so ruthless, your wife and children are waiting for you in the temple, come with me, your son will become a great warrior, don't you want to watch him grow up with your own eyes?"

"Are they in the temple?" was the answer, which surprised Hopler.

"Of course, come with me. Lubbo held out his hand again.

"Good!" No more hesitation, Hopler smiled, what a satisfied smile, and the cup in his right hand was thrown to the ground by him.

The magic finally calmed down after a while, and the scarred warrior lay calmly on the ground, this golden adventurer who had once picked up arms and killed countless monsters, now motionless, he could no longer stand up, no longer inspire madness, no longer mentor juniors, and no longer knock out the buzzing sound that woke up the entire inn, but the warrior had a smile on his face. It was a smile of satisfaction, and the mages who investigated the scene later made many guesses, maybe because they had succeeded, maybe because they had protected Rod and Lot, but no one was sure what the reason was. But one thing is clear to everyone.

Hopler, died in May 1730 in the solar calendar.

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