At the beginning of the Star Age, the Age of the Gods has just ended, and the world has taken on a new situation that has never been seen before. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info all races that have been liberated from the arms of the gods have begun to strive to earn a place for themselves in this new world.

As a result, after the Anno War, the imaginary peaceful and prosperous era of stability and prosperity did not come as scheduled, but was replaced by a more chaotic era. Almost no one is immune, and everyone is caught up in the whirlpool of this irresistible era. Racial strife, ethnic strife, clash of beliefs, etc., everything is pushing the world to the brink.

Soon wars, plagues, and natural disasters followed, and the whole world was plunged into endless chaos.

In such chaos, even if you want to take an extra breath of air, you need to have strength, so everyone began to worship the supreme power. This custom continued hundreds of years later, and even though the continent ushered in a long-lost peace and tranquility, more people were still willing to pursue power rather than learn a trade to live a prosperous and stable life.

In the chaotic world at that time, everyone was like a headless fly, and they would do anything in pursuit of power. At the time, whether they wanted to embark on the path of magic or become a battle king with their strong physique, their path was very vague, and it was not like hundreds of years later when their children and grandchildren had the most accurate career path. Of course, the path to success in future generations is also paved by those who have succeeded in the past.

In short, in the midst of the endless attempts at that time. Some people succeeded, some failed, and there were a very small number of people, perhaps too successful, so they also failed.

Among these very few, there is a faction that gains power in exchange for a way of destroying humanity. Some sources say they devoured the essence of life in the blood of others like evil spirits, while others were said to have claws and fangs, and some troubadours believed that they would devour themselves...... In short, the reputation of this faction varies from place to place, and can even be compared to that of necromancers.

But even such a notorious reputation did not leave more traces on them, because they came and went in a hurry, and few people had the opportunity to remember them. But those who have remembered them, they will call them that, bloodsheds.

In the world of all kinds of forces at that time, one day there was suddenly such an upstart - the blood disciples, of course, people didn't call them that at first. Like everyone else, this group of blood disciples has their own unique cultivation methods, but the difference is that only their cultivation methods can be considered successful, at least the younger generation they have cultivated shines among their peers.

All in all, the emergence of the Blood Disciples almost overthrew all the old factions, and in a short period of time, they also formed a sizable family.

And then those who craved the helmet path followed. These people are rushing to use various means to find out the secret of the source of the blood disciples' power. Until one day, they used a young blood girl to achieve their goal, but after seeing the truth, these people crawled away like ghosts.

However, it was also an opportunity, and it was not long before several old forces joined forces to wipe out this nascent faction in a high-sounding manner. It is said that the encirclement and suppression lasted for half a month, and this process will certainly not be recorded in dignified writing.

Although these bloodies were cleanly wiped out in the end, their short-lived glory is still undeniable. It wasn't until years after the Bloodsheds had disappeared that the belated sages, scholars, or visionaries of the powerhouses would realize what a precious treasure they had missed, and they could only lament and lament how strange the Blooddisciples' understanding and control of power were.

As a result, there are always some legends of one kind or another about the blood disciples. These legends either tell about the past of the Bloodmen, or they mean that there are traces of the Bloodsheds somewhere, or that there are some strange events that resemble the writings of the Bloodfighters. In short, with the inheritance of these rumors, the deeds and materials of the blood disciples have been filled in more and more completely.

Eventually, a few words were entangled with the bloodies, blood, mystery, revenge, silent village, ring, pattern......

"That's it," Bode tapped at the yellowed and worn codex on his desk, "look, is this the ring you have in your hand?" he said, pointing to the pattern on the codex.

When Saza heard this, he saw that the ring drawn on it was indeed exactly the same as the one he was wearing on his right hand, and although the codex was hand-drawn, the pattern on the top of the ring was exactly depicted.

"I always thought that these hand-drawn drawings were false stories, but I didn't expect that there really was this ring. With that, Bode didn't just look at the ring on Saza's right hand.

"How can I take it off?"

"Can't you really take it off?" the administrator asked in disbelief, and he even suspected that the other party was joking with him, so he reached out and wanted to test it himself. Sure enough, as the bizarre codex says, no one but the owner with the ring can touch it, it is a Horcrux that can be integrated into the soul of the human host.

"How did you get it?" asked Bod.

"I met a homeless man in the bazaar, and then he died for some reason, and then the damn thing was in my hands. Saza spat out and told Bode what had happened.

"Oh, poor fellow. Bode said, flipping through the codex: "I'm talking about the homeless man." He must have died from the curse on this ring, which you can understand as a magic circle set up by your magician, which will act on the blood of your body. If you wear it for a long time, you will die slowly, and if you put it on and take it off, you will die immediately. He said according to what was written in the codex.

With a fluke mentality, Saza asked, "How will you die?" He only hoped that the record in the book was not the same as in reality.

"Turn into a pool of blood in fear, that's the way it goes. It looks like this circle is really unusual. Bode's answer extinguished Saza's remaining hope, and the homeless man was reduced to a pool of foul-smelling blood.

Seeing the young mage with a cloudy face, the old man couldn't help but say casually: "I've said it all, what you did is really too dangerous......

"It's dangerous to go to the market?" Saza was anxious to interrupt the old man again, because he knew that this guy would say such noisy words, so he didn't ask the old man for help in the first place. He asked again with a slight urgency, "How can I take it off?"

"It's not written in this codex. The Administrator apologetically replied that there was another possibility, but he didn't say anything: the curse was unbreakable. "This ring was brought out from that Mo Village, if you want to break the curse, you have to go to Mo Village, but the point is that no one knows where it is. ”

When mentioning those special words related to blood disciples, the old man would deliberately lower his voice. In most areas, it is illegal to talk about bloodsheds.

Mocun is where the rumors, or in fact, the remnants of the encirclement and suppression of a hundred years ago, hide. But all along, it was just a legend, not to mention the address, whether it really existed has been inconclusive, and some people even say that it is a moving village.

"Maybe I know where that Mo village is. Unable to contain his mood, Saza stood up and said loudly, and then prepared to walk outside. Sure enough, I still had to go into that village. He said silently in his heart, in fact, he had a premonition that he might have to go to that strange village. But the feeling of resistance led him to the library to try to find another way, but now it seemed inevitable. If this matter is not resolved soon, he may be the next "homeless man".

"Where are you going?"

Saza didn't answer, "I'll thank you again when I get the chance." With that, he turned and walked out of the library. (To be continued.) )