Over the next few days, Zar spent a lot of time practicing the "Wish of Death". Judging from the content, it seems that this is not a very complicated training program, just like a marionette, you only need to pull the corresponding rope to make something move.

But in fact, the difficulty of this training is almost to the double extreme of mental and physical strength. If "Heart of Steel" only needs to keep breaking through the limits of mental power, then "Death Wish" needs to strengthen "mental toughness" while constantly challenging the limits of what ** can bear.

Think about it, you need to use mental strength to establish a stable connection between your brain and a muscle in your body, and then move independently while stripping away the original muscle group. First one piece, then several pieces, and finally pushed all over the body...... It's no longer a question of dividing the brain into two separate parts, but rather an infinite number of parts.

In order not to completely overwhelm himself with this crazy skill training, Zar first chose the palm and arms that he used most frequently to start practicing. But even so, the "Death Wish" drained almost all of Zal's energy, and he could not remember how many times he had fainted from sitting in a barrel with a nosebleed, and he could not remember how many times he had woken up and his face was pale and bloodless from the sharp pain in his muscles.

But in the words of the old moon demon Ulez, Zar should feel glad that he is a human, because in terms of race alone, the human body only has more than 600 muscles, and if it is replaced by an orc or an elf, then the number of muscle blocks required to complete the "Death Wish" training will be at least a hundred more. In response, Zal could only laugh silently.

Zal had asked Ulez why Gavira hadn't learned the "Wish of Death." The old moon demon's reply was very simple, because the wood elves were very resistant to fighting skills outside their own clan, which seemed to involve a matter of faith, so they naturally refused.

Perhaps in order to make Zal's recovery from his injuries more rapid, or to witness the greatness of the "School of Materialization Theory", Ulez came to the study more and more often. In addition, Zal also took the opportunity to learn a lot about the basic theories of "elemental resonance", such as the connection between the caster and the elementals. The known properties of elemental conduction, etc., of course, are carried out under a treaty of secrecy that does not violate the elemental laws of St. Slan.

In addition, what Zal and Ulez talk about the most is the history of the Eloline continent. His original intention was to find clues related to the "Chaos Lord God", because he still didn't know the name of this god who was closely related to him, or what kind of history it had. But unfortunately, Ulez does not know about this.

As for another question, what happened at the end of the Second Age. Ulez also had his own doubts. But the answer he can give is the same as the vast empire "Takaz" that disappeared in the jungle, and there is no trace of this history even in St. Slan, which has the largest library in Eloline. It's like being deliberately erased, or shrouded in a fog, invisible, unknowable, and even untraceable.

After seventeen days in the barrel, Zar was finally able to leave the white liquid and walk freely, though his ribs still ached from time to time. But it doesn't seem to be a big deal. Of course, there was also the "Death Wish" who walked out of the barrel with him, who could skillfully operate the entire right hand...... Well, I'm afraid it's not even a semi-finished product.

The next morning, when the residents of Greystone Point opened their eyes to the tinkling sound, they found something quite surprising - the "Ulez's sanitizing knife" had reopened. No, strictly speaking, it's not an opening, it's an overall renovation.

I saw a small group with rough skin and thick long beards. Dwarven craftsmen with braided hair on their heads were moving in and out of the clinic, carrying large quantities of stone bricks, wood, and some even ladders. The demolition of the dilapidated storefront began. Judging by their skillful skills and orderly division of labor, this group of dwarves should have come from the "Free Artisans' Union", a building union composed entirely of dwarves living on the cloud platform.

Compared to the heated atmosphere of the dwarves, the whispering residents were much colder, and they all remembered the fierce battle that took place in the torrential rain ten days ago, and the intensity of it caused many peeking residents to have nightmares for days. But no one will say anything at this time. They were just watching from the sidelines, just like the other residents of the entire gimbal, and there was no shortage of indifference here.

Inside the clinic, Zal stood against the wall, looking curiously at the busy group of dwarves, this was the first time he had observed the construction process of the dwarven craftsmen up close. The Lord God was above, and he never imagined that this group of sturdy-looking and stocky creatures could be so ingenious! The damaged wood carvings on the façade could be reproduced at a glance, the shattered stone bricks were not only completely repaired, but even the color, texture, and wear were exactly the same, and the wood pieces were "automatically" assembled into new wooden tables and chairs in their hands as if by magic. Thinking of his half-finished wood carving doll, Zal felt the urge to commit suicide......

At some point, Gavira silently stood beside Zhal. "Listen to the old ghost, you learned a new skill?" she asked.

"Huh?" Zar was startled by the sudden sound, and withdrew his gaze from the dwarf, looking back at the wood elf. "Oh yes, if you say that. He smiled and raised his right hand, and in Gavila's eyes, he saw the muscles on Zal's palm suddenly rise and fall, a wave-like texture at the beginning.

The Wood Elf's eyes lit up under the hard-capped hood, and he seemed to be somewhat surprised by the skill that Zar had shown. "Amazing muscle control skills...... she said, "and have time, fight." ”

"Waiting for you at any time. Zar said, his face changing and gesturing at his ribs, "But it will be a few more days until my injuries heal." As if remembering something, he peeked the hilt of the "Sishua" sword out from under his cloak. "Thank you very much for this. It's not easy to get hold of a weapon of this quality......"

The Wood Elf tilted his head, no expression on his mask-covered face. "The harvest of a mission, when it was hidden in a wooden carving......," Gavila's voice was faint, "and I, never use a sword." She pressed the double dagger on her waist as she spoke.

"A wood carving?" Zar looked down at the sword, his tone a little confused.

Gavira snorted. "It must be the creation of the Erics?...... her tone was a little uncertain, but before she could finish speaking, her voice suddenly became softer. Her attention was clearly drawn to something else.

Zal was stunned for a moment, turned his head to follow the eyes of the wood elves, and saw that the light at the door was obscured by two figures that suddenly appeared. The man in front was dressed in a bright silver full-body armor with gorgeous gold trim. A scarlet cloak flung behind him. The companion who followed him was unusually tall, but his whole body was wrapped in a brown hooded cloak, and his exact appearance was not visible.

Zar's eyes saw the Wood Elf's palm directly grip the handle of the dagger, and frowned slightly, and Zar re-blocked the hilt of the sword under the cloak. If there is a first impression between strangers. Then Zal was very bad for their senses, because he felt that it was not two people who walked into the room, but real sin and darkness.

The man's iron boots stepped over the scattered timber on the ground, smiling as he surveyed the clinic's restoration, then clapped his palms a few times to draw the dwarves' attention. "Alright, gentlemen, please pause, I would like you to give me some time to have a relatively private meeting with the master here. He said. He bowed, "For that, I am very grateful!"

The dwarves were stunned for a moment, and immediately erupted in discontented protests. "What is this guy talking about? Let's stop working? No one can stop the brothers of the Free Artisan Union!"

"Get out of the way, human, don't delay our schedule!"

"By the snow of Stonemason Mountain, you're going to kick us out?" ha......

The man's smile remained the same, his short golden hair and fair skin made him look extremely elegant, and he raised the fist armor of his right hand, as if a badge was engraved on the back of his hand. Because the distance is too far. Zal couldn't see clearly. "There has never been a conflict between us for decades, and I hope it won't be ...... this time," he said. "Give me some time, mind you, this is not a request. As he spoke, he pressed the sword at his waist with his other hand.

"Are you threatening us, boy!"

"Watch your tone, human!"

"The dwarven hammer has never been afraid of anyone!"

"There hasn't been a war in decades, ha! maybe from now on. Not bad either!"

The dwarves in the clinic all threw down their work, stone hammers, axes, and knives were raised above their heads, and their eyes embedded in their thick eyebrows radiated with anger. And the man in full armor was still smiling, but Zal saw a cold killing intent in his eyes. As for the partner behind him, he never moved.

Just then, a deep voice came from the stairs not far behind Zal. "Since this gentleman wants to see me, give us a little time......" Ulez slowly walked down from the second floor, his voice attracting everyone's attention, even the tall man who had not moved. "Friends of the Artisan Alliance, I don't want to cause you any unnecessary trouble because of my personal grudges. ”

The old moon demon said, touching his forehead with his fist, and then fell down, smashing twice on the position of the heart. In the dwarven language he continued, "In the name of Lord of Creation, King of the Mountains, and Severon, please accept my sincerest apologies......"

As he spoke, the dwarves pressed their weapons and repeated the same action to Ulez. Zar had learned from Cadius, a gesture that was a dwarven salute. "You are our employer, and since this is your request, we have no right to refute it. One of the dwarves said, commanding the other dwarves, "Let's go, go out for a drink, and then come back to work!"

With the dwarves leaving, the originally noisy clinic instantly fell silent. Ulez stood in his usual place and looked at the two men in the doorway. "Tell me, who are you, and what are you looking for me for?" his voice was hard.

The man withdrew his gaze from the dwarf as he walked away, and when he turned around, the chill in his eyes dissipated, and the corners of his mouth still filled with a smile. "You're Mr. Ulez, don't you? pardon me, my name is Raman, and the one behind me is my buddy, Blazei......" He gestured to the tall man behind him, and this time, Zal saw the emblem on the opponent's fist armor - lightning and mountains, which were the emblems of the "Brotherhood of Ironstone".

Raman finished. He bowed and saluted. "I believe that without me going into too much detail, you should know very well who we represent. He stood up and said. "Normally, my duties do not include the delivery of word of mouth, but only the ...... of killing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zar and Gavira stood in front of Ulez at the same time, staring at the elegant and hypocritical man. "Tut-tut...... Don't be impulsive. Two ......," he smiled, revealing two rows of shiny teeth, "I said, I'm here to deliver the letter this time." He said, his gaze falling on Zhal's, "Ha, are you the one who defeated the orcs? Oh, is that the black mission you took on?"

"That's right. Zal whispered back.

"Well, what do you think? for the sneak attacks that have been going on for a few days?" he asked.

Zal chuckled. "Do you want me to rate the miscellaneous fish? I'm sorry, but their strength has fallen below the lower limit of what words can describe. ”

"Hahaha...... I love that word! Oh. What a wonderful name, Blazei, did you hear what this guy described?" Rahman looked back at his partner, but the other was silent. After laughing enough, the man continued: "Well, since you talked about trash fish, then I will give you a piece of advice for you, who are also trash fish. ”

He rubbed his smooth chin and looked at Zal with contempt. "While you can still move. Roll me as far as I can!" Raman raised an eyebrow, "Remember, you can save your life." It is our gift. ”

Instead of getting angry, Zal laughed, let go of the hilt of his sword, and straightened up. "Well, since you are so generous, I can't forget the proper self-cultivation. He said, gesturing to where the man was standing. "Please also remember that it is our grace that you can stand here and speak. ”

"Poof...... Hahaha......" Ulez suddenly laughed, but in contrast, Raman's face darkened instantly, "Ahem, ahem......" he coughed loudly, as if choked, "Just explain your intentions, boy, what is your message? ”

Raman's expression instantly returned to a gentle one. "Whew...... I said earlier that such a thing should not be given a chance, alas, the host ......"

"Raman!" Brazei, who was in his cloak, suddenly interrupted him sharply.

"Alright, alright...... Raman pouted, "Those miscellaneous fish are just trying to tell you that there are countless madmen who will completely crush you into minced meat for the sake of money, without even having to do it ourselves!" he sneered, looked at Ulez and said, "Master told you to think clearly about your choice, either return to the Brotherhood or die...... You only have one day to think about it!" he said, raising the corners of his mouth, "By the way, I forgot to say, if you refuse, the next time you come to the door, it won't be a miscellaneous fish!"

Ulez shook his head. "Don't think about it, I'll never go back," he paused, "even death can't change my decision." ”

Blazei, who was in the cloak, turned around and walked out of the clinic after hearing this, while Raman breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief, as if he was finally relieved. "Thank you, dear Mr. Ulez, I don't know how happy I am to your reply!" he said, bowing again, "thank you again for allowing me to kill directly." Also, please don't mind Blazeyi's faux pas, he's always been like this......"

He straightened up as he spoke, turned and walked out the door. "Of course, the day is still yours, whatever you do, wash your neck, prepare the coffin...... Fine!" he said, glancing back grimly, "Remember, it's only one day!" As he spoke, a golden streamer suddenly rolled out from his side, and with a series of splintering sounds, the entire clinic door was instantly torn into flying splinters. "Do the dead still need to repair their dwelling......s?"

In the laughter of the other party, Zal was stunned on the spot, because he was very familiar with the golden power, Raman, it turned out to be a knight of order! )

PS: Thank you for the monthly ticket of Bingyan Dance, thank you for the reward on the river~ Thank you, thank you compass~