Hitting the road with the Soulbound Dagger is no easy job. Carrying it in my pocket for a long time, I am prone to cranky thoughts, and ghostly whispers often appear in my ears. So, Rod tucked it into his leather boots, like a hidden weapon, which could be taken out and used urgently when needed, as if it were insignificant on weekdays.

But it didn't work either, and the whispers, arguments, and wails still filled my ears from time to time. Rhodes knew that it was the screams and wails of the dagger-bound souls.

Only the strong-willed can suppress them, and this weapon is not available to everyone, it will choose its own owner...... Rod remembered the words of the dead guide again.

The moment the dagger touched him, he had a feeling as if it was intimately linked to his fate. It's as if he was defeated by the vampire lord before, and then lobbied by the owner of the drugstore, everything was arranged in the dark. Maybe this is fate? If it weren't for the Secret Word Castle, he wouldn't have thought of seeking an artifact to defeat his opponent.

It's just speculation, but Rhodes still has to control this weapon, which contains many powerful resentful spirits. That's why it's so powerful. Each time a soul is absorbed, the power of the Soul Binding Dagger becomes even stronger. Theoretically, there was no limit to what could be done, but Rhodes knew that something had to restrain it. Otherwise, after a long time, in the end, wouldn't it be invincible?

And since he brought it, Rhodes has had to put a lot of energy into suppressing those ghostly voices every day. The dagger is so light that it is barely noticeable when held in the hand, however, it is so heavy that the average person simply cannot pick it up...... Because of this, Rod was often out of breath and sweating.

"I know, you don't have to lie to me, there's definitely something wrong with that dagger. Brother, you're gambling with your life. If you can't control it, you'll be controlled by it, and you'll end up being a necromancer. ”

Bogur eventually saw it, and he persuaded Rod to give up the weapon, but Rod was unwilling. This is like an advanced assessment, the artifact is in hand, ordinary people can't control it, it depends on whether they can overcome all kinds of fantasies and whispers brought by the dagger, if they can overcome it, then, this dagger of souls will become their first artifact. If not, as Bogur said, he will be the next person to be tormented and mad by this dagger.

Thinking of his territory, his future life, and Caroline's hurt and helpless eyes, Rhodes bit and persevered.

"Maybe we can try to help you with this, Rhodes......"

Shaman Yeskovich suggested.

Rod nodded, indicating that this plan could be tried, just like the Fellowship of the Ring in The Lord of the Rings, everyone wanted to have it, and yet, everyone tried to resist it. Jing Ai Books

The first person to help Rhodes with the Dagger was Diego the Witch Hunter, however, the moment he came into contact with the dagger, the Witch Hunter withdrew on his own. He endured numerous trials when joining the Knights Templar, including mental torture, and the Knights used various hallucinogenic herbs on him, locking him up in a small dark room for three days, and he successfully passed the test. However, the power of this dagger is not something that ordinary people can resist.

Rod clearly saw the moment Diego took the dagger, his eyes became blood-red, and his face showed a terrifying expression, it was a face like a demon, and the uncontrollable desire swelled instantly, Rod was quick and grabbed the dagger, which prevented the tragedy from happening.

Diego, who had recovered from his composure, was pale and panting, as if he had just taken away most of his vitality and would take a long time to recover.

The next person to try to bear the dagger was the Ersun shaman, who cast a tranquilization spell on himself in advance, and then took the dagger when he was fully prepared. The result was the same, riddled with nightmares and ghostly whispers, but Yeskovich was slightly better, carrying it for five seconds before finally dropping the dagger to the ground with his own willpower. As a result, like Diego, his face was pale, as if he had been robbed of half of his vitality.

Rhodes no longer dared to give the dagger to others, since only he could lower it, then, let himself carry this mission. But he can't squeeze the stubbornness of the dwarves, Bogur said that he had to try everything, according to his words, the dwarves are immune to magic, and if even the dwarves can't resist magic, then people of other races can't think about it.

So, Rod let him try......

It has to be said that Bogur did much better than the other two companions, and he persevered for a whole day, only to show ominous symptoms until the next night.

First of all, he began to be a little incoherent, and his words were full of nonsense about revenge and glory. These words were not wrong, but they were fanatical and extreme, so extreme that they regarded all races other than the dwarves as enemies, including unruly humans, and when Rod asked, what about himself, and what about the brothers with him?

Rod quickly snatched the dagger while he was not paying attention, and for this, the two almost fought. The butcher's fist was about to smash down, but he was held by Diego and Yeskovich, and it took a few minutes for him to regain his composure.

"This sword is cursed, Rod, and trust me, you can't hold it. Just because it's okay now doesn't mean it's okay in the future. ”

Relieved from the illusory killing mood, Bogur was shocked, the dagger of the soul was like a mirror, it could reflect the truest side of people's hearts, those desires for power, beauty, revenge, and killing, when this dagger was in his hand, those desires were infinitely expanded. The witch hunter saw his father die tragically at the hands of the Chaos cultists, and his revenge was magnified in a short period of time. There is only revenge in the eyes. What Yeskovich saw was countless animals and plants corroding, festering, and even mutating under various chaotic forces. In his eyes, there was only pain. In an instant, all he saw was the withering and shattering of countless lives. And what Bogur saw was, of course, the catastrophe, his teammates, his people dying under the trolls and the greenskins and butcher's knives, and he was desperate to escape. His greatest wish was to die on the battlefield in order to restore the lost glory. Everyone has their own weaknesses, and the artifact expands those weaknesses and, at the same time, transforms those weaknesses into their greatest strength. A normal person takes revenge with a hundredfold sense of revenge, and the power of nature is unmatched.