It has been a day since the killing of the Candle Forest Wetland. Whether Rodis is still waiting for someone to get Jory back is unknown. And Jory, who retreated from the killing fields, did something unexpected.

In fact, he didn't go far, Jory returned to the stream of life and death, found a hidden position near the first line of heaven, hid, let go of the fatigue and pain of his body, and fell into a heavy sleep.

This sleep is the whole day passing.

Towards the end of the next day, Jory was awakened by a very uncomfortable sensation. He opened his eyelids slightly and glanced at the polar night sky above.

Jory, with extremely chapped lips, was eager to take a sip of cold water. He lay motionless on his back on the ground, motionless for a long time, and he seemed to fall asleep again.

Yesterday's extreme fight drained almost all of Jory's strength, although a little singing praise blessed him and brought him courage and physical recovery, but there was no way to heal the fundamental injuries with singing.

If it weren't for the plague serum's modified body, Jory would probably have died by this time.

Recalling his fierce record yesterday, he not only saved his life from so many people with the strength of one person, but also killed them to cry wolf, Jory couldn't recognize himself now. When Jory was deeply injured and physically tortured, there was a deep heartiness that surrounded his heart.

Live without bowing your head and not letting go of anyone who hurts you, this way of survival is what Jory needs, and only by not being afraid of every dispute and daring to do what you want. Hope and survival to fight to the end, in order to survive in this world.

Cowardice is the greatest original sin that Castlevania cannot tolerate.

"Ahem......"

Jory, in tattered clothes, lay in a crack in a rock, coughed for a moment and looked up.

Dotted retracted his wings, holding the strange flower from the low sky and fell to Jory's stomach, a pair of night blue translucent bare feet stood on Jory's lower abdomen, the little face of the dot seemed to be very sad, it hugged the alien flower and walked towards Jori's face, standing on Jori's chest, looking at Jori's languid face, nodding little hands to wipe his eyes and keep sobbing.

"Mi ......"

Diandian lifted the white flower as tall as himself and handed it to Jori, looking at Jory with sparkling eyes.

It seems to be going to cut love and give this strange white flower to Jory.

"Unlucky kid...... What's yours is yours......" Jory reluctantly raised his left hand and pointed towards the dots: "Remember...... No one can take your stuff away. ”

The fingertips touched the little face.

Jory seemed to be hallucinating, because he inexplicably felt the soft and smooth touch of his fingertips.

The little bit of face was poked by Jory's fingertips.

The fingers trembled, and Jory's fingertips left the dot, and the face that had been poked by Jory bounced back up.

Wrong? Jory had long known that Diandian had no substance, or rather, no one could touch Diandian's body, unless it was when Diandian actively touched someone else.

Jory's eyes widened in surprise, and he reached out and poked his face again. The fingertips poked at the soft face, poked in a little, and as soon as Jory's fingertips loosened, the little face bounced up again, returning to a full and soft appearance.

Jory, he can touch a little bit of entity now!

"Mi ......"

Jumping two steps forward, holding a white flower a little bit, and handing it to Jory with a sad face.

"It's yours, what do I want it for? Okay, you can keep it yourself. Jory closed his eyes.

He also had a big bag of loot, so he really didn't have much interest in the flower.

After two or three days of sleep without eating or drinking, Jory had to wake himself up, and he tried to get up from the ground after trying to recover his strength in the past two days.

This place is not suitable for a long time, it is not a large town where fighting is forbidden, and it is impossible for Jory to recuperate from his injuries with peace of mind.

Continuing deeper into the heart of the demonic forces, Jory could foresee that he would encounter stronger demons, and now that he was still injured, he would bleed after being pulled by the external wounds all over his body. Glancing in the direction of the hinterland of the Haze Plains, Jory lifted his baggage and walked towards Gulenhar step by step.

Although there is a danger of encountering the Camelot Demon Hunters, it is better to encounter a normal group of enemies than to meet the same kind of madness. After taking down the Death Movement for Lloyd, he turned back to Deadwood, and then made his way in and out of the Candlewood Wetlands, Jory scurrying as fast as he could, towards Gurenhar.

This trip is worth it, there are a lot of pure metal weapons in the baggage, it is estimated that he can buy a good price, and a few small items that he can't understand, maybe more valuable than a complete weapon.

It's worth it, Jory carries the baggage with the loot, and feels deeply happy.

Suddenly, Jory burst out laughing, full of anger. The reality is cruel and simple, you are better than others you can do whatever you want, whether it is gold, soul value and other good things, as long as your background is strong enough, they are all yours!

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, the host has been promoted to a half-demon second star, the quality of the dark origin has increased, and the boundary of the curse symbiosis that can accommodate souls has increased slightly."

The greedy heart has obtained such great satisfaction, after all, it has broken through the one-star rank for Jory! This is not only the transformation of the mind into darkness, but also the progress of dark talents. And after reaching the half-demon level, the promotion speed is no longer as simple as the mortal level.

As long as there is a soul value in the mortal rank, it is not difficult to easily be promoted to the peak of the six-star, but after reaching the half-demon, there is no need to pay the soul value for each promotion, but the conditions for promotion are several times more troublesome than the mortal level, and only after the blackening of the person himself reaches a certain level, the star position of the half-demon will be upgraded.

At the junction of the Haze Plains and Gulunhar, there was a barren field, and it took Jory a whole day, carefully choosing a remote route to go around, in order to avoid possible troubles, wasting a lot of time before he came from the Candle Forest Wetland to the vicinity of the boundary of Gulunhar.

The scene of Gulunhar has only been seen for a few days, and it has become even more desolate.

Today, the elimination game of newcomers has ended temporarily, and the next round of survival elimination will not be carried out until the beginning of the daylight of the second month. The deserted scene and desolate popularity are exactly what Jory wants, this place is much safer than the Haze Plains, while his body has not yet recovered, Jory plans to be stationed in the wild of Gurenhar during this time, he doesn't need to worry about monsters in the wild, as long as he doesn't encounter the Camelot Demon Hunting Group.

Jory was looking for an inconspicuous slope, he threw down his baggage and dug a round hole with a small shovel bought from the grocery store, looked at the volume of the round pit, and continued to dig through the dirt, widening the round hole that was sunken inward. When the round hole was finally dug up to the size of himself to lie in, Jory threw away the shovel, threw out a shroud and spread it on the ground, and lay down without looking.

Turning over and taking out a piece of jerky from his backpack, Jory quickly ate a piece, looking at the wet ground in the small cave, he struggled to prop up his body, dug back some of the excavated soil and blocked the hole entrance, and then took off his coat to make a curtain to cover the gap in the hole.

He took out a tin box from his backpack, and Jory pulled out two oddly shaped candles from it. There was a flash of scorching soul light in his eyes, and a faint flame came out of his fingertips, and the lit candle stood aside, illuminating and removing moisture from the pit.

Let's go dormant for a while.

Jory is really tired......

However, when Jory fell into a deep sleep, about half a day later, a boy with short fiery red hair rushed over from the direction of the Haze Plains, and he approached Gulenhar with a small hand with a long nose.

If a careful person sees this boy, he will find that every part of the path he is taking is the same path that Jory has taken.

When the boy was not far from Gurenhar, near a field, the long-nosed beast burrowed through the layers of weeds, and it shook its nose and snorted at the boy.

The red-haired boy's face was happy: "You mean, the most anticipated poem is around here?" ”