But all the process was carried out in a state where Rodhart was awake and felt very clearly. Moreover, this man seems to be an unconventional old man, who seems to have a great interest in this kind of work, and has endless energy. He only rests for a small period of time every day, and then focuses his time and energy on his body in addition to eating.

He never thought that he would become such a step, he thought about death, and he was not afraid of death, but he did not expect that he would end up with life as good as death. What is called life is better than death, Rodhart finally understood, and the word was almost made for him to be in the situation he was in.

On that day, fortunately, the queen pleaded desperately, and he was not killed by the angry head of Roland, but only exiled him, and said that he would never be allowed to appear in the royal capital again.

Women are really strange, very weak animals. When he saw that the queen was going to kneel down to Captain Roland and beg him to spare him, Rodhart thought so. She has betrayed her to this point, and she is still desperate to help herself intercede. But I'm glad that women are such strange creatures.

From the captain of the Paladins to the exiled civilians, this failure can be described as complete. But he was not discouraged, not even the slightest frustration, but more motivated to fight. Rather than wandering around in obscurity or living in seclusion, it is better to fight for your dreams and die on your own path towards your dreams. He had lost a lot, and the only way was to get more, or he would rather die. He couldn't accept that big a failure, and he could only turn it into another bigger chance of success.

This opportunity is to go to the Valley of Dia and join Javi's father, the Marquis. He knew some of the inside story of Dia Valley from Javi's mouth, and Javi had originally intended to use him as his right and left man, and these news were also a means to convince him.

He firmly believed that such a useful person as himself would surely be appreciated by the Marquis. It will definitely be accepted by the marquis. And he has a piece of information that probably only he knows. He guessed that the necromancers must be interested in the news. The news is also a kind of capital, so he has kept it very well and has not told anyone. Breaking through the Shadow Spiral Mountains with the strength of one man, he knew that it was almost synonymous with madness. But that's all he can do. He's going to fly higher.

He was rescued by a necromancer as he lay dying. The necromancer dressed as a cardinal not only healed his dying injuries, but also brought him to Celeste to meet the Marquis. By this time he had already thought that he was about to fly. But when the Marquis had quietly listened to him, he just nodded, and then a fixing technique froze him.

"Thank you for telling me that. I know you're a useful person, but I also know you're going to be useful to me, just because I'm useful to you. And I know that you will never just be willing to be useful to me, and your usefulness will be useful to yourself after all. ”

"People who are never satisfied cannot be controlled. And it can't be controlled, and it's useless no matter how useful it is. The Marquis said lightly, and then stopped looking at him, and said to the cardinal who had sent him. "Such a useful person, let's send it to Mr. Shante, didn't he say that one test object is not enough. ”

"Well, that's what I meant by that. The cardinal smiled. "To walk into the depths of the Shadow Spiral Mountains alone. Physical fitness and willpower are the best choices. Mr. Shante said that he needed such a useful person. I brought him here to see what he had to say to you, but I didn't expect to get such news. ”

"It's useless news for the time being, I hope it's just temporary, or this person really won't be of the slightest use to me. The Marquis replied lightly.

If you can't fly, just fall to death on the way to fly. But what he didn't expect was that he couldn't fly, he couldn't even fall to death, and he couldn't die if he wanted to. How could this be? How could I be like this?

I don't know how long it's been since I was sent to this strange hut, maybe not soon, maybe it's been a lifetime ago. Aside from the constant and intense pain, this was the only thought that came to Rodhart's mind. The tooth-sore sound came, and the pain in his arm could make people go crazy, but he couldn't go crazy even if he wanted to.

Without looking, Rodhart knew that the old man was carving a magic circle on his arm. Almost all of the bones of that big guy had this kind carved into them. The mana in his body was also slowly condensing with the creaking sound, causing strange fluctuations. This person actually knows some magic, and his magic qualifications are quite good, rare and rare, good, good. This was the admiration of the old man named Shante when he cut open his arm for the first time. Because of this. He was particularly attentive to the study of the seal carving magic array, and he carved a lot, and it seemed that he also instilled some magic power into it from time to time.

The old man paused, stopped, and looked up at the outside of the hut. "Guests?" the old man turned and gestured. "Clean up yourselves. ”

With the old man's movements, Rodeha's limbs, which had not moved for a long time, moved violently. He jumped off the stone platform, cleaned up his disassembled arm, and stood in the corner. Standing next to him was the same muscle of the whole body, like a muscle fortress. Rodhart tore a large piece of dirty cloth from the ground and covered himself and his own kind. His movements were fast and smooth, and it was all of his own volition, and he just felt his mind move, and he did it.

It was supposed to be the effect of the magic circle engraved in his skull. Rodhart remembered that this old man was very careful when he carved this magic array, and it seemed that a drop of his own blood was in his brain, and he could still feel that this old man's blood was very sticky and thick. Like thick phlegm in the mouth.

But he just remembered, since the blood from that place dripped into the magic circle, he had almost no ability to think. Most of the time he can hear, see, move, feel, but he can't think. Only occasionally and rarely, such as now, can he think vaguely, recall, and regret it-

"There's a cemetery in a place like this, and it's still inhabited?" said Talis, looking around in surprise.

After a few days of flying, they were on Negan's land. Now standing in front of a deserted cemetery. When it comes to Negan, the first thing that comes to everyone's mind is the vast underground world. The westernmost part of the continent has a huge void in its crust, and it looks like a completely different world below than the world on the surface. Minotaurs, black elves, harpies, and countless creatures form a self-contained world below.

It is impossible to determine when the wars between the creatures in the shadows that have lurked underground and the humans on the surface have been, and the flames of war have ravaged Negan's surface countless times. While it's not a wasted mountain or water like the Wyvern Desert Lizard Swamp, it's also uninhabitable, with groups of big-eared monsters and a few harpies roaming the ground.

Although the location of this cemetery is quite remote for Negan, and there are no colonies of big-eared monsters along the way, it is indeed strange that such a place can be inhabited. Speaking of cemeteries, it looks like a jumble of graves. There is a fence around it. In the center of the cemetery there is a room that looks like a tomb. It is indeed strange that such a place should be inhabited.

"May I ask if old Mr. Sander is there, and I have come to visit at the direction of Egrenel. Asa didn't go straight to the cemetery, just stood outside and asked aloud.

"Come in. A faint voice came from the room with a cough.

"Necromancer again?" Talis's eyes swept over the surrounding graves, touching Asa warily.

"The things buried in these cemeteries seem to have fluctuations in necromantic magic. It's better to be careful. ”

"Those who are qualified to be buried here are the elites of the Church, among them the corpses of thirteen Templars and eight bishops, all of whom are your predecessors. You should trust that they won't attack you indiscriminately. The cough patchily pieced together the sentence and came from the house. Talis was still far from the hut, and her voice wasn't loud, but the people in the room didn't just seem to hear her, they also heard that she was from the church.

Asa made a calm gesture to Talis, since Granny El had asked him to come here, he shouldn't be an enemy. The three of them walked into the cemetery and came to the door of the house. An old man with a hunched back opened the door of the house, the hedgehog looked a little like a bat, or an old bat that was only an old man, with stiff movements and constant coughing, no one would doubt that this was an old man who could fall down and die at any time. He glanced at three times weakly, and his cloudy eyes lingered on Assa's body for a little longer,

He raised his hand and said, "Come in and sit." "The first thing Asa felt when he walked into this tomb-like house was that he was a little intimate. Talis still maintained this somewhat guarded look and momentum, while Ai Yimei screamed in surprise, almost turned around and fled in fright, shrinking behind Talis.