Soon, under the magic of money, the shopkeeper brought a set of jumpsuits that adventurers often wear. And he brought the whole jar of wine and said, "Your Excellency, I have brought all the things, do you see the fit?"

Horn didn't even look at it, took the clothes and threw them aside, took the wine and said, "Don't bother me if there's nothing to do." As he spoke, he closed the door, uncorked the wine, and poured it up. ”

Soon under the influence of alcohol, coupled with a bitter mood, he soon got drunk.

Horn wakes up every day at this inn to ask the shopkeeper for a drink, and then gets drunk. At first, the owner of the store was very happy to have another big customer. But I couldn't look past it in a few days, so I gave a few words of advice. But Horn didn't listen at all, and blindly relied on alcohol to numb himself.

Until half a month later, Horn was still intoxicated. After a quick knock on the door, the voice of the shopkeeper came: "Your Excellency, are you awake, someone is looking for you." Your Excellency ......"

Horn struggled to get up, shaking his head, feeling a shake in front of him, and the world was spinning. Drunk, he muttered, "What...... What's the matter, so ...... You...... Some came with wine and died...... bar. ”

As he spoke, he staggered open the door. Drunken looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Huh, the shop...... Boss, I used to see you...... There are only two ...... Two figures, how to ...... Today...... Four figures today?"

The shopkeeper was angry and funny, knowing that Horn was drunk and looking at everything was a double shadow. At the moment, he said: "Don't drink, this time someone is looking for you, saying that there is something for you." As he spoke, he turned his head and said to a short, stocky, round-eyed, round-faced, smiling middle-aged man standing behind him, "This is the person you are looking for." After saying that, he went straight downstairs. When he went down, he kept shaking his head, feeling sorry for Horn.

Horn looked at the stocky middle-aged man drunkenly, only feeling familiar, but he didn't remember who he was. Asked, "You...... Who are you? Find ...... What am I doing?"

The short and fat middle-aged man Yuan's eyes narrowed into a slit, stared at Horn and said with a smile: "Your Excellency Horn, I haven't seen you for half a month, how did you become like this? I am Ezreal's bodyguard, Mark Dekrick. I have been ordered by Miss Tropos to bring you something. ”

The stocky middle-aged man in front of him was Ezreal's bodyguard, Mark, whom Horn had met in the Land of Sighs, and he looked at Horn with a stubble on his face, stained with smudge, and his chestnut hair as messy as a chicken coop. If it weren't for the vague recognition of the shape of the face. He really didn't believe that this young man, who was clean and full of aristocratic temperament half a month ago, was the same person as the person in front of him.

Mark's words sobered Horn a lot, especially when he said the word Tropos. Horn was fully conscious. Only then did I remember that I was here to wait for her to make the rebirth transformation potion of zuò.

"Oh, it's you, Mark, did you bring the potion?" said Horn, barely suppressing his drunkenness.

Mark nodded and pulled a package out of his arms. He handed it to Horn and said, "This is what Miss Tropos wants me to give you, and I don't know what it is." ”

Horn wrapped the package and said, "Thank you." After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Is Miss Tropos all right?" and besides this, there is ...... Say anything else?"

Mark wondered why Horn asked. With a small eye turning, he looked at Horn's sloppy and decadent appearance, thinking about his experience with Tropos and Ezreal in the Land of Sighs. Got a few things. There are not a few people like Horn who have seen Tropos and have been fascinated by it. This Horn is estimated to be one of them. He sighed and said, "Miss Tropos is very good, and now she is with Ezreal Xià. Nothing is being said except for this one. ”、

Horn's mood was even darker when he heard that he had spoken to Ezreal. Reluctantly lied and smiled: "That's good, I thought she would explain how to use this thing?"

Mark looked at Horn as if he could see through Horn's lying. In a slightly mocking tone, he said: "Young people, it's good to have dreams, but only if you have that strength. Think about your own situation before you dream, it is always an unrealistic dream that cannot be achieved by courage alone. Hey hey ......"

Horn, of course, understood Mark's ridicule, and instantly rose a nameless fire, red eyes, clenched fists, green tendons burst out, and pounced on Mark viciously.

The corners of Mark's mouth twitched, and the corners of his eyes were full of contempt. A fourth-level martial artist wants to challenge a tenth-level martial artist. It's as ridiculous as a child fighting a strong man.

Just like that, he stood and saw that his fist was about to hit his face, and then he swung back. The arm swept straight across like an iron rod and struck Horn in the chest. The force of the impact sent Horn straight into the wall. The room trembled.

It's because Horn and Ezreal know each other that Mark showed mercy. But this blow was enough for Horn, who hit his head against the wall, and the unrelenting drunkenness and dizziness made him faint. After fainting, Qian faintly heard Mark's ridicule: "Ants are ants, and they still think about delusions all day long." ”

After Mark left, the shopkeeper cautiously came over to take a look. After testing that Horn was not dead, he left. This kind of thing happens every day in this station. Most of the people staying in the accommodation were adventurers, and conflicts were inevitable, and as long as no one died, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and closed the door at the moment, waiting for Horn to wake up.

Time is ticking. Horn walked along, his head like a splinter. Shaking his head, the memory gradually came back to his mind. In particular, Mark's last words of departure were like a poisonous tongue tearing at his heart.

"Power...... Strength...... I want strength," Horn grappled his teeth, his whole face twitching, and whispered hideously. The fist was excessively forced, and the nails were pinched into the flesh, and the blood flowed from the box.

Since birth, Horn has never been so eager to be strong. Even at a huge cost, he seemed to become stronger. He used to think that nothing in this world could only be solved. But now he understands that in the face of absolute power, wisdom is like magic in the hands of a street magician, which looks esoteric. But it is an illusory moon in the water, useless.

Horn began to hate himself for not working hard to cultivate and improve his strength before. Even if there is a little more strength, the gap between Tropos and Tropos will be a little closer.

With a "snap", the package that had been placed on the table fell. Caught Horn's attention. That package was a rebirth and transformation potion made of Trobos.

Horn's eyes were fixed on the potion. I suddenly remembered the effect of this potion. A crazy thought echoed in my head. "Eat it, eat it and you'll get stronger" The voice hovered like a spell.

Reason told him that this potion was for Mkirag's son. If there is no potion for this, then the poisonous oath will be activated, and it will directly destroy Miè herself.

Horn struggled inside, he knew that if he ate it, he might become stronger, but it wasn't much stronger. It's just that the voice in my heart that longs to become stronger lingers like the temptation of the devil. And the drunkenness that hadn't subsided was amplifying the voice.

After a long struggle, Horn finally made a decision. Directly open the package, and there is a thumb-sized crystal bottle inside. Directly pulled out the bottle cap and said to himself: "Come on." Even if the poison oath is attacked, I will be stronger. I want power, absolute power......"

Horn tilted his head and drank the potion in an instant.

A stream of heat flowed through his mouth and abdomen, like lava flowing through it. The pain was so great that Horn curled up in a ball, shivering and rolling on the ground. The pain spread from the abdomen to the whole body and finally to the brain. Horn felt his brain explode, unconscious, and lay on the ground like a dead man.

And the moment he drank the potion, the mark of the God of Contract hidden in Horn's body also activated. In an instant, a black and infernal firework appeared out of thin air from the mysterious void. The black fireworks were filled with a terrifying temperature that burned out a qiē. Even the space faintly ablates a hole, which is the hellfire of Horn's poisonous oath, which can burn a qiē along with a soul.

Hellfire fell directly on Horn. In an instant, Horn's clothes disappeared directly into the flames, leaving no ashes behind.

Just as the flames were about to burn Horn's body, the round key suddenly resembled a landless abyss, sucking the hellfire into it continuously. In a few moments, the hellfire was completely absorbed.

In the void.

In the vast, boundless high-latitude space, a temple floats on a vast and boundless land. The temple is a flat-roofed building supported by huge stone pillars. Countless people, birds, and beasts are carved on the outside of the building, each of which is overflowing with light, and the fluctuating phosphorescence seems to have life. The temple is golden in color and is entirely carved from a monolithic boulder. Above the temple is a scale, with trays at each end, connected by a weighing rod. In the middle of the scale pole is a simple sword, erected to the sky, and the tip of the sword just holds the middle demarcation point of the scale pole. It is the two sides of the tray that are balanced.

In front of the huge temple were a whole block of huge stone steps, so large that an adult standing on the steps had to reach out to touch the edge of the upper step. This large-scale temple is a source of awe.

At this time, in the temple, a giant with a height of 100 meters was sitting on the huge throne that was connected to the temple. The throne was high and approaching the top of the temple. The tall giants made on it have an aura of contempt for all beings.

And this giant sitting on the throne is Walidri, the god of contracts. The square face is like a statue, and the golden eyes have lost their expression in the long years, and the only thing left is the hollow. The truth in Walidri's hands is contract and justice.