Chapter 6 Road Prologue Dream Crazy (4)

A sword shattered the last skeleton on the mountain, and Rodhart pulled the icy magic sword from his lower abdomen, a mass of frozen flesh on it, and he could almost hear his intestines tearing.

The icy sword with its own flesh and a small piece of entrail flew out of its hand, shattering the nearest ghost. Then he immediately took the opportunity to pull out the last healing scroll and threw it on himself, which was already the last scroll he had found from the priest's zombie.

Luckily, this is a scroll of divine grace, which at least guarantees that his injuries will not be fatal. He reached out and helped the piece of flesh that was about to fall off on his face, and used his healing spell, not that he cared very much about his appearance, but that he knew that if this piece of flesh really fell, it would probably tear out his eyeballs together.

No pain is felt anymore. Or rather, I don't feel it anymore. He hadn't slept for two days in a row, and he only felt that his brain was almost like a lump of wood, and not only did he feel, but even his thoughts were very little left.

I don't know if it's in the air or in the mountains there has always been a strange aura, a lifeless feeling that doesn't belong to life, which is probably the fundamental reason why no creature in this mountain range wants to enter. The more he entered the depths of this mountain range, the stronger this aura became, the more pervasive it eroded the human body and spirit, and he could feel that his body was infallible m. body seemed to weaken under the influence of this aura, and even his spirit began to wither.

This is not some mental delusion, but a real fact. Every breath of air. Anything you see, any sound you hear, the touch of your skin in the air, and the smell that grows in your bones and soul at any time, are all strongly felt by that kind of breath, the feeling of eroding vitality, rotting vitality, and making anything alive die and wither silently. His last resting had been two days earlier, and he might never have woken up if it hadn't happened to have fallen from a weathered rock from a height that crushed his fingers and stabbed sharply to spur him to full consciousness.

Especially now, deep into the mountains. He had to gather all his fighting energy and mind almost all the time so that he could not weaken and go crazy in that strange feeling. Exhausted and exhausted, he could barely think. The only thing that sustained him to this place was the belief in his heart.

The reason why he was able to stay out of his mind in such an environment may be because he was already mad, crazy for that belief.

There are about twenty skeleton zombies fifty paces behind the rear side, about forty under a hundred paces on the hillside in front, and four ghosts are in the air, and they will pounce in about three seconds. Deal with the side and rear first. There is no corpse witch command here, these skeletons and zombies are just fighting on their own instincts, and there is still a chance.

These thoughts move through my mind like a machine. He stooped down and picked up a mace and sword, and quickly rushed to the side and back, while his mouth almost instinctively cried out like a barbarian's war howl: "Rodhart, beg to see the Marquis of Inham Elni ......"

It's almost a knee-jerk howl. But before he could finish screaming, he hit his head on a zombie's chest and bit off a large piece of rotten wood-like flesh, and he could feel a missing piece of his scalp from the zombie's mouth.

All that remains of consciousness has been focused on everything that is related to that belief, and he has become an animal struggling with his belief.

I don't know how long it took, maybe not long. Rodhart barely supported himself to stand on the top of the mountain, looking at the endless gray mountains and shouting again: "Captain of the Holy Knights of the Ironfast Order, Rodhart, I beg to see Lord Marquis Inham Erni and the mages of the Valley of Deya......"

The voice, which no longer resembles a human voice, slowly echoed and dissipated among the mountains, still not provoking the slightest reaction.

Although he still had a long sword in his hand, the limit of his body had indeed been reached, and Rodhart slowly fell to the ground limply.

Although his will is still so tenacious. The faith was still strong, but he was still a man, and the injuries and fatigue on his body could have allowed at least twenty people to lie down.

His back came into contact with the cold rocky ground, and after condensing for an unknown amount of time, his strength and energy began to vent like the water that burst the embankment. It was as if he felt that every cell in his body was beginning to crumble and decay rapidly. I don't know if it's in the air, in the rocks behind me, or in the depths of my soul that those breaths are starting to erode my body and my spirit...... He could clearly feel that he was dying.

But even so, the belief and consciousness in his heart did not collapse, but was clear and firm, just like the incomparably hard shadow whirlwind mountain range behind him.

Am I going to die...... I'm going to the Valley of Diya. I still have a chance. My life shouldn't be like this, I can keep going....... I have a chance......

"It turned out to be a madman. A voice rang out.

It turned out that he was really crazy. Rodhart's first reaction was this thought. When he was dying, he heard auditory hallucinations. It's not crazy what it is. It doesn't matter if it's a skeleton, a zombie, or a ghost, it's impossible to speak.

But his blurred vision was not the shadow of those undead creatures, but a real person, a man in white robes.

"Dare to break into the Shadow Vortex Mountain Range alone, I don't want to see it, I haven't even heard of it. Who knew that when I came over, this person turned out to be a madman. The man looked at Rodhart on the ground and said with a faint sigh. "Did you know that among the zombie skeletons and ghosts you shattered, there were many people who were more powerful than you in their lifetimes, and they all came in groups. Just because you want to break into the Valley of Diya alone, I think you're crazy. ”

All the remnants of his mental and physical strength were reunited by the presence of this man, and although he could no longer see this man, Rodhart still tried all his energy to speak his faith: "Rodhart, I beg to see the Marquis Inham Erni and the mages of the Valley of Deya......"

The man smiled faintly and said, "Look for Inham, but he's not here anymore...... And since he never mentioned you and didn't arrange a way for you to meet, it can be seen that he doesn't care about you at all, that is, you don't seem to be of much use to him. ”

"I... I will... It's useful..."Rodhart wanted to say too much, but he really didn't have the ability to say more.

"Useful? The reason why you're crazy is just to tell others that you're useful? It's a pity that Diya Valley doesn't need useful people now......"

Rodhart tried to speak with all his strength, but only coughed up a mouthful of blood. His eyes were no longer visible.

The man didn't speak, and after looking at Rodhart on the ground as if thinking for a moment, he bent down and pressed his hand against him. Under the light of white magic, the wounds on his body soon stopped bleeding, and even began to close his mouth.

"With this kind of strength, you can also advance so far in the enchantment of the Dark Star, which shows how crazy you are. People who prove themselves to be useful like crazy will probably be really useful. ”

With the endless influx of white magic, the vitality in his body that was about to be cut off was slowly connected again, and Rodhart slowly saw it again. The first thing he saw was the man's white bishop's robe, and a face that looked beautiful and gentle.

"I don't know if it's your luck or if you're really crazy enough to meet ......me here," the man said slowly. "Diya Valley doesn't need useful people, but there are other places that do. I need. ”