After the samurai left, Hasting's eyes glowed a miserable green, and under the illumination of this green light, the girl's body gradually became transparent, and a point of light representing the soul began to emerge. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hastings was amazed and said to himself, "What a powerful means of protection...... This caster's understanding of the way of the soul is still better than mine!When did Noland have such a master?Could it be that one of those old guys has made a breakthrough?Wait, what is it...... Oh, I see, if it weren't for this protection, this little she-wolf would have died a long time ago, but she's also badly injured now, it's really tricky......"

The green light in Hasting's eyes disappeared, and he looked at the unconscious girl with a complicated expression, and only after a moment did he sigh and say to himself: "Alas, forget it, who made me promise them, this time it is really a big loss, and I have to use that thing." ”

He walked over to the locker next to him and pulled out a palm-sized clay pot.

It was a barbarian-style clay pot, with a rough workmanship, not even the regular shape of the jar, which looked like a defective product from a small workshop, and the legendary mage carefully held it in his hand.

Hattings opened the mud seal on the mouth of the jar and drank the liquid inside, and then a black fire erupted from his mouth, and his face immediately turned rosy.

The legendary mage walked to the stone platform again, reached out and pressed it on it, and immediately activated all the magic arrays, and his eyes shot out two green lights, shining on the girl's face.

Black dots of different sizes followed the beam into the girl's body, and it turned out to be the image of a creature, there were fierce beasts, there were also various strange races, and even some Daxoldas people could be seen.

After these images enter the girl's body, they will be absorbed by her soul light, and then the soul light point like a candle in the wind will become brighter.

Each image is a fragment of Hasting's stored and refined soul, which is the source of the power of his special bloodline.

From time to time, a miserable green light swept through the dim hall, which looked very terrifying.

At this time, the lower level of the capital on which the sun never sets is a messy scene, the aftermath team of the Norlanders has not had time to clear the outer area, and the Daxodas have all evacuated and will not come back in a short time.

Lawrence curled up in a chaise longue and enjoyed the eternal glow, the great ball of fire that shone like the sun, was very comfortable in the sun, and could heal some of the old wounds on his body. Ten years of eternal glory are rare, and the old mage naturally wants to make good use of it.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of chaotic and hurried footsteps outside the courtyard, and the people who came were obviously very anxious, but they consciously stopped when they arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

A dark and thin man looked inside through the broken courtyard gate, and happened to see Lawrence who was recuperating in the courtyard with his eyes closed, and his face immediately showed joy, and he shouted, "Your Highness." ”

Your Highness Lawrence, the old man has not heard this name for a long time. People who still use this title can be counted in a single slap.

The long-lost honorific title made Lawrence put away most of his bad temper, just turned over lazily, didn't even open his eyes, and said pretending to be reserved: "You should know that I don't like to be disturbed during naps, such a good sunshine, it's a pity to waste it." ”

The thin black man hesitated for a moment, but finally stiffened his head and said earnestly: "Your Highness, these warriors have all been seriously injured, and all the divine skills of the priests have been used up today, and two of them are so injured that even the priests can't cure them. Now, you are the only one who can save their lives in the entire city where the sun never sets. ”

When Lawrence heard this, his beard curled, and he immediately jumped up from the recliner and shouted, "Then what are you still doing standing outside, come in quickly." ”

Lawrence commanded the crowd to carry several wounded people to the courtyard, and then set up a few makeshift platforms, put the wounded in place, and began to check their injuries one by one, while chattering: " Hmph, black boy, I still remember you, I just helped you heal your injuries at the beginning, you have always respected me, even if you still have a little conscience, if it weren't for your face, even if these people died a hundred times, it would be impossible to disturb my nap, Rundstead's old stubbornness, thinking that with Hasting, everything could be solved, I think back then, if it wasn't for me, ......"

When it comes to the gossip of the legendary figures, the thin black man naturally did not dare to interject, but only resigned to the side, while the samurai stood scattered around, watching with awe as Lawrence cut the chest of his companion without mercy, and the movement was like a cloud, looking as casual as cutting a steak on the table, but the flesh was just right to separate the flesh and skin, without hurting the internal organs.

Lawrence's technique actually has a name: human alchemy, the name alone gives people a terrifying feeling, and this is a technique that is even more unpopular than puppet alchemy, although the name has the word alchemy, but strictly speaking, this technology has been out of the category of magic.

There are many theories about the origin of this technology, and the most recognized one is that human alchemy was born from puppet alchemy, and the object of puppet alchemy is artificial creation, and human alchemy is natural life. Therefore, most of the magicians who pass on this skill are magicians.

At this moment, a samurai seemed to sense something, he sniffed vigorously in the air, then drew his saber, and said in a cold voice: "Everyone be careful, there is a stench of demons nearby." "He has a special talent for spotting distant enemies through scent.

The samurai were instantly ready for battle, and even the wounded clenched their grip on the weapons they could touch, and those who lived on the battlefield had long since turned fighting into an instinct, at least a part of life.

The samurai who had first spotted the clue suddenly turned around and rushed over a wall that had long since collapsed into the opposite street.

It was Reilly's abode.

It happened so suddenly, Lawrence had just realized that something was wrong, and there was already a fierce fight on that street.

"Come back, that's where Reilly lives!" Lawrence screamed, but it was too late.

The samurai's exclamation was also heard: "Stop, we are not enemies!"

Before he could finish speaking, a cloud of green smoke rose from Reilly's yard, and a scream rang out.

Lawrence ran anxiously and shouted, "Stop fighting, they are not enemies." ”

However, when he rushed into the courtyard, he saw three corpses covered in green.

Lawrence raged and asked loudly, "Bastard, what have you done?!"

"Just killed a couple of thieves who tried to break into Lord Reilly's residence. Arantir said lightly.

Hearing his words, the Norland powerhouses showed angry expressions.

"They're not thieves!" argued Lawrence.

"What is it not a thief to trespass into someone's house without permission?"

"This is a Jedi battlefield, and all humans are comrades-in-arms! even if they do something wrong, you shouldn't kill them directly. ”

"I'm sorry. Arantir shook his head and said, "Regarding the intruders, I have been ordered to shoot and kill. ”