Link came to Zaya's side with a solemn face, and the warriors around him also suffered heavy losses under the attack of the mage, and only eight of the more than thirty people remained, and everyone was wounded.

Link looked at Zacia's melting face, yellow pus oozing from his waxy skin, and half-exposed gray eyeballs staring blankly at the sky, apparently blind. Link grabbed Zacia's still intact left hand, Zacia felt something, and squeezed Link's hand hard, quite excited to say something, but the burned vocal cords could not make a sound.

Looking at Zacia's face that was excited and oozing a lot of tissue fluid, Link wanted to say something to Zacia, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, he could only hold Zacia's hand to express his emotions, Zacia also understood something, no longer tried to speak, just held Link's hand, after a while, Link felt that Zacia's hand became weak and slipped from Link's palm.

Subconsciously held Zacia's hand, Link was a little stubborn not to let it slip, choked up, Link closed his eyes to adjust his emotions, sighed, opened his eyes and put Zacia's hand back into his body, ignoring the scorching smell on Zacia's body, closed his eyes for the dead Zacia.

The old priest collapsed again after the retreat of the Santarim Society, and the ancestral spirit lost control and returned to the statue, and the mage's crossbow bolt not only hit the old priest's vital point, but also quenched poison on it.

Although the old priest tried his best to remove the toxins and treat the wounds with divine magic, the ancestral spirit controlled by the old priest was not good at healing, and could only give the most basic healing magic skills, and was somewhat powerless against such a serious injury.

The old priest is already very old, and he has only maintained his physical and mental vitality by taking secret medicine for a long time, and this injury has made the old priest's body a little unable to hold on, plus the old priest has recovered his mobility by taking powerful secret medicine, and he has used healing magic on himself, which undoubtedly makes his physical condition worse.

The principle of healing magic is also to stimulate the body's potential through positive energy to remove toxins and heal wounds, which is undoubtedly a drink to quench the thirst of the old priest who is old and decrepit and has been taking secret medicine for a long time.

Link walked towards the collapsed old priest, glanced at the "thin monkey" who died with an elite of the Santarin Society, and thought that he had fought with Zaya for the position of the patriarch belt with the support of the old priest, and now that he and Zaya were dead, the old priest seemed to be on the verge of death, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

Walking quickly to the old priest, looking at the old priest who looked even older and had a dark face, Link felt a little relieved in his heart, and was even more worried about his curse, and was searching his stomach and preparing for the priest to lift the curse for him, when the old priest who closed his eyes opened his eyes.

Looking at the old priest's shrewd eyes, Link took a step back with some vigilance, and the old priest seemed to be amused by Link, laughing exaggeratedly, and coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and his remaining apprentice hurriedly pounded his back.

The old priest dismissed the apprentice, told everyone to stay away, and sat up, staring at Link.

Link was silent at the old priest's gaze, and the old priest smiled, "You're doing a good job. He looked at the statue of the horse beside Link and said appreciatively, "What a good thing!"

Without waiting for Link to answer, he said to himself, "I'm going to die, let's lift the curse for you first." ”

Link looked at the old priest who took out the ancestral spirit statue in surprise, and then felt a little vigilant, but thinking that the old priest had no way to tell even if he wanted to harm himself, he could only let the old priest be busy. The old priest took out the statue and summoned the increasingly dim ancestral spirit, panting and chanting the incantation, manipulating the ancestral spirit to wander around Link a few times, and a few wisps of black smoke floated out of Link's body reluctantly, and was sucked clean by the ancestral spirit's open mouth.

Feeling that his body was indeed a lot easier, Link believed the old priest a little, and the horse on the side came over and sniffed Link gently. Nodding at Link, Link looked at the steed in surprise and reached out to touch it: "I will call you hope in the future." Hope snorted in agreement.

Looking at the one person and one horse interacting, the old priest said teasingly, "Believe me now?" Link didn't care about the old priest's tone, he was still an enemy before, and it was natural that he didn't believe the other party.

The old priest looked at Link with a complicated expression: "I'm going to die." Link opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, and the old priest continued, "Speaking of which, it's my credit that you learned magic." ”

Then the old priest told the story of him and Teacher Nyata.

It's a very old-fashioned story, a boy and a girl who have no guesses in the tribe, and the boy tells of the excitement of becoming a trainee priest, showing off the magic of magic, and pouring out his jealousy of his more favored brother. The maiden comforted the boy and confessed the joys and troubles of her life, but how could the life of a slave daughter be compared with that of a probationary priest?

The two had less and less common language, which made the boy a little anxious, the girl who was born as a slave like himself was his best friend, and the other probationary priests were the sons of warriors, who always laughed at him, ridiculed him, and even bullied him behind his back, and did not regard himself as a companion of equal status. The boy decided to pass on what he had learned to the girl, and the girl was very happy to learn the new knowledge, and the boy was very satisfied that the two had a common language.

The boy who was bullied ignored the girl's opposition and braved the desert to learn magic, and in order to keep the girl secret, he forced the girl to learn magic together.

Because the boy is bullied, despised by his teacher, and the difficulty of learning magic, the boy intends to use a faster way to get the approval of his teacher and peers - report the evil mage apprentice. The teenager didn't quite know what that meant.

When will a person understand the ignorance and cruelty of his youth?

For teenagers, it was when girls and their families were whipped, reviled and driven out of the tribe without any supplies or weapons.

Even when the girl and her family knelt on the ground and begged the patriarch and the priest, and the family members who were rejected were also beating the girl.

It was when he exposed the girl in public, and the girl looked at herself in despair, desperately being beaten by the patriarch and her family, but still did not confess herself.

The girl and her family disappeared into the depths of the desert, and something disappeared in the boy's heart.

With his merits, the boy was recognized by his teachers and peers, but he was not happy. Fear, guilt, and fear filled the boy's mind, and eventually turned into hatred.

With the help of the ancient materials he found, the boy assisted the teacher in transforming the tribe's magic skills, gained the trust of the teacher, and finally plotted against the teacher in an experiment, and then gradually cleaned up his brother and became the only priest.

The hatred in his heart dissipated for a while and reappeared, and the frenzied priest also refined the noble ancestral spirit into a spiritless puppet, and the priest planned to break the tradition of separation of church and state and control the tribe.

The former maiden returned, became a real mage, but did not attempt revenge, but only looked at the priest who was no longer young, and was peacefully banished to an abandoned well of the tribe, where many years passed.

When will a person regret it?

For the old priest, it was clear that he was not far from the old mage, but he never met again.

Obviously guilty, but after making up his mind, he could only apologize in front of the other party's grave.

What is lost is always lost, and what is missed is always missed.

The old priest calmly finished telling his story, sat for a while, and suddenly lost control of his emotions: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"