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The calm surface of the lake suddenly rippled slightly in the moonlight, and the sparkling waves dispersed in all directions, and the next moment, the lake surface calmed down again, and the scene that had just been slightly rippling seemed to be just an illusion.

After nearly an hour, the calm surface of the lake fluctuated slightly, and the tiny ripples shimmered white in the moonlight and rose and fell towards the shores on all sides, and then it calmed down again.

In this way, every once in a while, the surface of the lake would ripple, and so on dozens of times, but the interval was getting shorter and shorter.

And under the dark and dreary surface of the lake, a glimmer of white light suddenly flashed in the place that seemed to be empty, at first only the size of a needle, and after a flash it became as big as a skull, and then through the white light, you could see that the white light wrapped a human head, but under the neck was pitch black, even if there was white light, it could not be seen clearly.

This person is not very old, only seventeen or eighteen, with a handsome face and eyes closed, and a very peaceful appearance, it is Ota.

The bright white light quickly shrank, and finally it was only the size of a pinpoint, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the bottom of the water suddenly became pitch black again.

At this time, if anyone could see Ota in the darkness, they would see that his originally peaceful face was now distorted, and he was unable to scream out in extreme pain. The cheeks, neck, arms and other exposed places have grown thick coarse hairs, and thick nails have emerged on the fingers, which are very sharp in length, and at this time, except for a human face, it is no different from an orc.

After a few minutes of this, the white light at the tip of the needle flashed out again, and if you looked closely, it was the center of the eyebrows. The white light flickered and enveloped Ota's head again, but this time it seemed to enlarge a little more, covering his neck as well, and the thick fur and sharp nails on his body disappeared without a trace, and his face returned to a peaceful appearance.

In the coma, Ota seemed to enter a dream again, in the dream, the tiny skeleton that no longer flashed white millilight, and a black skeleton of the same size were torn together, the small black skeleton had a mouth full of fine teeth, and it was very sharp, and there was a long black and smelly tongue in the mouth, which was covered with dark red flesh thorns, whenever the long tongue stabbed the white skeleton, a black pit would be left on the white bones, although it was very shallow, but it was very obvious.

And whenever he was stabbed by his tongue, the white skull would let out a silent roar, which was very painful, and whenever this time Ota felt the same way, only to feel that the pain in his head was unbearable as if it had been chiseled by a knife and axe, but he couldn't scream, and could only watch the white skeleton being abused again and again.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, but Otta, who had been abused to the point of numbness, gradually closed her eyes, and felt no weight on her body, as if she had been hollowed out. And at the last moment when he was about to close his eyes, Orta seemed to see the skeleton with the front half of the bones already black and full of pits, and suddenly turned to look at him, and the white light in the black hole seemed to have the size of a two-point needle in the eye socket for a flash, and then a thought rose from the bottom of his heart.

I can't die, I have to persevere, I want to live, I want to avenge my father, I want to kill all the orcs, I want to ......

"Yes, I can't die, I want to live, I want revenge......"

The courage in Otta's bones seemed to be burning, and the fighting spirit of refusing to succumb to fate seemed to have awakened, and at this moment, Ota only felt that a faint electric current in the bone marrow and blood suddenly appeared, converging towards the spine.

There is a trace of warmth in the crisp numbness, and the place where I pass gradually has a consciousness, and the warmth is getting stronger and stronger, when it gathers to the vertebrae, it is like a fire burning, and the irresistible fighting spirit and courage finally burst out.

In the dream, Ota slowly raised his head, his face was resolute and his neck was high, and the momentum of an indomitable and desperate battle came into being, and his almost closed eyes suddenly opened, and there were two flames beating in his eyes, although he was not strong but the momentum of moving forward was unstoppable.

At the same time, the half-black and half-white skeleton suddenly opened its mouth, and two white lights suddenly flashed in its dark eyes.

I saw that its open mouth closed suddenly, and it bit the black tongue that had pierced it and never let go, and the black eye sockets and hollow nose sockets began to emit a trace of black smoke, and the bones that were already black with pits on the front half recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the black skull that was bitten on the tongue panicked, kept shaking its tongue and pulling it back, but unfortunately the other party was unmoved and stopped in place, and the power in his body was constantly flowing, and the final result was naturally clear, so he struggled more violently, but in vain.

As the days passed, the white skull had regained its original appearance, the white bones were even clearer like crystals, and the jet-black color in the eyes was swept away, replaced by two white flames the size of walnuts.

The black skull had shrunk by more than a third at this time, the bitten tongue had turned white at this time, the flesh thorns had disappeared, even its mouth and nose socket had turned white, and the struggle was not as violent as before, only occasionally swaying.

The lake was still calm when the sun was high, but the surrounding shores were stained red with blood, and thousands of orc corpses lay on the ground in pieces, gurgling blood into the lake.

There were a few people standing on the hill in the distance, the leader was young and handsome, with a unicorn cloak embroidered with green patterns on a red background behind the shining bronze armor, looking down expressionlessly with his hands behind his back, and several people behind him also stood silently and silently, looking very respectful.

At this moment, a group of sergeants under the hill ran over, and the first one saluted and reported: "Lord Will, according to your order, the sergeants have begun to build the camp, and the timber and other construction materials are being delivered, do you have any other instructions?"

Marquis Will nodded, and ordered: "Let them speed up the construction, inform the first and third teams to pay attention to precautions, collect more carriages to transport orc corpses, and arrange a few people to cover up the smell of blood with lime, otherwise it will attract more orcs to our detriment, let's do it." ”

"Yes," the sergeant turned away.

After a while, Marquis Will looked up and saw that the sun was already in the west, so he said to himself: "It seems that the camp cannot be built before sunset, inform it, start to transport the loot with all your strength now, the construction task will continue tomorrow, and return to the camp before dark." ”

Behind him, several people turned their eyes to Lanny, and after looking around, Lanny saw that they were all silently looking at him expressionlessly, so he hurriedly responded: "Yes," and trotted to inform him.

When the sky darkened again, the shores of the lake fell silent, and only a faint smell of blood wafted on the surface of the lake.

In the depths of the lake, Ota floated peacefully in the water, surrounded by a layer of rich white light, only the part below the knee was still pitch black, not shrouded in white light.

When the hook-like half-moon hung diagonally in the sky, a large number of water bubbled out of the calm lake, which was only a small bubble at first, and then it was like boiling water, rumbling and rumbling.

The scene lasted for more than half an hour, and Ota underneath the water suddenly opened his eyes, and a white flame flashed in each of them, and then became extremely clear. Just half an hour ago, in the body of the white skeleton that had already gained the upper hand, the white millilight that had been depleted was finally fully restored, and it gave people a thicker and more solid feeling.

I saw them swarm and drown the skeleton, which was already the size of a mung bean, and then disappeared into its mouth after a little pulling. However, the mung bean-sized skull did not continue to shrink, but completely transformed into a crystal-like shape, and the next moment, the tiny skull was held up by white light, and finally emerged in the white flame in the left eye socket.

Ota naturally sensed the strangeness, but he didn't know why, and there was no such description in the memories of the plundered orcs, so he could only explore the matter slowly in the future.

Surrounded by white light, Ota breathed naturally and smoothly, clenched his fists, and immediately felt infinite power surging from his body to his arms, but his muscles were not very tight and knotted, and his skin became fairer than before, and he felt that he had grown taller, because the arms and legs under the iron armor were exposed, and this armor had been modified by himself before.

Ota remained in the water for a moment, thinking about what had happened to her.

Before falling into the water, I still had some impressions, and I vaguely remembered that a big sword fell into the lake, and I also had a judgment on how I got into the lake, and at the bottom of the lake under my body, there was another big sword stuck in the head of an orc corpse, and I didn't want to do it in the process.

And what Ota is actually most concerned about is his physical condition after inadvertently absorbing the magic bead again, and now there is no problem, after all, he finally survived, and he was sane and did not be taken away by the cold and evil power, but whether there is any hidden danger is unknown.

And although the white skeleton in his mind had grown and grown again after this dangerous fierce battle, it had also undergone a mutation, and there was a skeleton the size of a pearl in the flame in one eye socket, which felt ...... Ota couldn't always be at ease.

What worries him the most is that this mutation is not good or bad, he is afraid that one day he will not be able to control the two skeletons in his mind, one big and one small, and thus become a cold monster that can only kill without sanity, if that is the case, Ota would rather commit suicide than be seen by his relatives to become a monster.

Ota shook his head and smiled bitterly, what's wrong with him? I finally survived, I should be happy, why did I think about it crankily.

I saw that Orta gently swiped his arm, and his body swam like a fish, but he immediately felt it, and the white light in his body began to consume, but compared to before, it was really a drop in the bucket.

Orta drew his sword from the carcass of the beast, and searched for more than ten minutes in the hazy light, and finally found another one in a patch of algae at the bottom of the lake, and then he came out of the water, and after discerning the direction, he swam towards the shore.