Kashmir, the capital of the Republic of Lokamiya. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the huge and spacious royal palace, the old fairy king Clitis sat on the throne and stared at the empty palace, silently without saying a word, and was alone. The delicate and ornate robe is so cold, as cold as a long time.

Time had turned his long hair and beard white, and his once-handsome face was full of wrinkles. Even the goblin race, which has the longest life, is still so weak and small in the face of the long river of time.

Agra, the head of the Royal Demon Knights, came to his side gently, bowed gracefully, and said softly: "King, Princess Delith has left Landis, and the last news has appeared on the border of Exeiro. ”

"The soldiers we sent out to pursue them were never heard from all the way. ”

Agra paused slightly, then continued:

"If nothing else, the pursuers of the Fifth Road have also been wiped out by her. And, according to reliable sources, there seem to be a few small reptiles around Her Royal Highness who don't know whether they are alive or dead. ”

Clitis still seemed to be unheard, and his empty eyes still lacked a hint of brilliance. Agra stood patiently behind him, as if he had long been accustomed to the state of the Fairy King.

After a long time, Clitis waved his hand slowly and closed his eyes tiredly.

When Agra bowed down and gently exited the palace gate, he heard the voice of the elder Cretis: "Inform Marshal Hemingway, encircle and suppress with all her might, if she must resist, then there is no need to be captured alive." ”

Agra turned around and saluted, bowing, "Command!"

Agra, with long black human hair, had an evil smile on the corner of her mouth, and the black-black pupils vaguely appeared the princess of the Landis Empire with brown-red hair and braids, running away in panic in the wilderness and forest.

At this time, Delis would not have known that Locamia had at least a dozen teams set off to secretly go to Taranto to intercept her. Unlike the previous encirclement and suppression of the open-minded army in Locamia, this time the pursuers who went to the Taranto border were no longer armed forces, but disguised themselves as civilians and adventurers, and some even assumed the names of some mercenary groups.

"Dear Imperial Princess, I hope there is still warmth left on the corpse you brought back. ”

Dressed in delicate demonic armor, Agra stood on the walls of Kashmir looking in the direction of Taranto in the distance, his voice extremely gentle, and his pretty face flushed with excitement.

The day after Relos and their arrival at the camp, the Orc lord Varun appeared at the mission camp for the first time, bringing orders to assemble his party and explore the Wraithlands. Valen is more than two and a half meters tall, much taller than Brooke, and almost a moving iron tower when he walks around. As soon as he arrived at the mission camp, Valen greeted him directly towards the location where Wren and Michau were, and greeted them familiarly. It should have been during the chat that Wren mentioned Relos, and Valen turned his head and nodded slightly at the table between Relos and An'o, saying hello with great importance.

Valen's hair and beard were already a little gray, his thick hair was tied around the top of his head with steel rings, and his long beard was braided into thick braids that hung down to his chest. Obviously, Valen's age is past the prime of his most combat-ready life. However, no one dared to underestimate the fierce momentum brought out by the sea of blood on the battlefield and the title of a berserker with his own sixth-level strength.

There was also a long wound on Valen's bare right upper arm, which was no longer bleeding, but it had not healed, like a giant centipede, writhing uglyly with the swing of Valen's arm.

Seeing the wound on Valen's arm, An'ao showed a rare solemn look on his face, got up and walked to Valen's side and asked, "Is this wound of the city lord from the land of resentful spirits?"

Valen nodded in a deep voice: "It is the wound left in the land of the wraith. However, this little injury is not in the way. ”

An Ao shook his head and continued to ask, "If I'm not mistaken, is this wound unhealable no matter what kind of elixir?"

When Valen heard this, he began to look at the young man again, and replied in surprise: "It is indeed so, how do you know? "When Valen was wounded, not only were Taranto's best doctors unable to heal the wound, but even the witch doctors were helpless. No amount of elixir or sorcery could make the wound show the slightest sign of healing. But despite this, the wound did not worsen, so Valen did not pay much attention to it. Such a small wound is indeed too insignificant for an orc warrior who has fought on the battlefield all his life.

An'ao suddenly stretched out the index finger of his right hand and gently pointed at Valen's wound, and a dazzling light floated through his fingertips, illuminating the wound.

Under the illumination of the light, it was clearly visible that there was a milky white worm the thickness of an orc's finger on the wound, which was adsorbed on the wound, constantly sucking off the new blood on the wound.

Everyone was taken aback by the sudden strange phenomenon, and Rao couldn't help but be taken aback by Varen's bravery, and slapped his left hand on his right arm with a palm.

But the strange thing is that after Valen's palm was slapped, it only hurt his wound, and he didn't shoot anything.

An'ao recast a ray of light from his fingertips, and everyone saw the milky white worm again. After Valen violently slapped the wound, more fresh blood had already spilled from the wound, but under the sucking of the insects, there was still nothing unusual on the wound. It didn't deteriorate, it didn't rot, it was as fresh as a wound that had just been torn open by the claws of a beast, but no blood flowed.

"This is the Flesh Sucker, the little pet of the Undead Lord. ”

An Ao explained solemnly, "What is certain is that a lord has been born in the Land of Wraiths. The appearance of this flesh-sucker is a sign of the birth of a lord. ”

"Flesh Suckers usually steal into wounds as undead creatures attack, and are immune to physical attacks, not even magic. Once it attaches to the wound, it will continue to suck the host's blood and new flesh, and the wound will never heal until the host is consumed until the flesh is consumed, and it will die. ”

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Valen's forehead, and cold sweat soaked through his clothes, and he couldn't imagine that this evil creature could be so sinister.

"So what now? Is there a way to deal with this thing?"

Ron asked A'O solemnly, the only hope now was that this young man could find a way.

"There is nothing evil to hide from the light of the light. ”

With a pure glow on his face, An Ao stared at the insect and said slowly.

The milky white insect under the light of the holy light seemed to sense something, and uneasily let go of the mouth that had been clenching the wound tightly, turned its head to look at An Ao, revealing its vicious head, opened its mouth full of fangs, raised its head and made a slight neighing sound, which was completely different from the fat and fat sucking state just now.

"Purify it, fallen evildoer, for the divine light will burn your sinful body. - Purification!"

An Ao's right hand raised slightly, and the holy light suddenly became several times stronger, so bright that it was almost impossible to open his eyes, and the flesh sucker was illuminated by the blazing holy light, as if he had been thrown into a pot of oil at once, struggling and rolling on Valen's wounds. Under the purification of the Holy Light, the body of the flesh eater could be clearly seen to be slowly melting, and finally turning into a gray smoke, floating in the air, emitting bursts of foul odor.

Valen's face turned pale, and this stench was obviously the stench of the corpse that had been decomposing for a long time. Blood began to spill out of the wound on his arm, which coagulated after a while, and after drying out, the wound healed as a blood scar. Valen was overjoyed, and sure enough, as An'ao said, the reason why his wounds could not heal was because the flesh eaters were constantly sucking on new flesh.

"You're, the legendary oracle?"

After witnessing what was happening in front of him, Mixiu looked at An'ao in surprise and asked in disbelief. As a powerful swordsman ranked 98th on the mercenary combat power list, his rich combat experience and mission experience made Mixiu the first to think of this profession that is incompatible with evil creatures.

"No, just a priest. ”

Ann Ao replied with a gentle smile, "I have not received more gifts from the Lord, and I cannot be called an oracle. ”

"It's really a cultivator who believes in the Divine Lord!"

Ron and Michau both had wonderful faces, and it was indeed surprising that Camlando could meet a profession that had been fed for a long time.

Relos is also a little incredulous, the profession of the priest has disappeared from the legend for even a thousand years, and now only in the minstrels' songs is the existence of the oracle in antiquity occasionally mentioned. Throughout known history, both the Landis Empire and the Camero Empire were highly reverents of magic and elven envoys.

During the "War of Gods and Demons", magic was almost at its peak, and the churches that preached the miracles of the gods and worshipped the Holy Light have strangely disappeared since then.

An Ao said with a calm face and a gentle smile, "I respect the guidance of the Lord and am willing to sprinkle the holy light all over the Camlando continent. ”

Relos coughed lightly a few times and muttered in a low voice, "Just now I thought it was an experienced casino master." ”

Valen moved his arm, feeling that he had recovered a lot, and was overjoyed, and immediately hugged An Ao tightly, insisting that after the task was completed, he would invite An Ao to the city lord's mansion to thank him.

The appearance of An'ao has added a lot of confidence to the adventurers in the mission camp. The appearance of the priest made the mission of the Land of Resentful Spirits more certain.

However, Valen did not bring all the adventurers, and all the warriors or magicians whose strength did not reach the third level or above were excluded from the team.