"As long as I get the Holy Order Treasure, I won't die, and all my sacrifices are worth it." Luther laughed like a madman.

He struggled to prop up his staff and slowly moved towards Locke, passing Joe, who had broken into slag of ice, and sighed.

"What a loyal guard, you didn't die last time, and you won't be alive this time."

Coughing up a mouthful of blood again, Luther moved towards Locke in the distance.

Ash had just fled with Locke in a frenzy, and Luther had rested several times before coming to them.

Looking at the slightly shiny spirit stone in Locke's hand, Luther's face showed joy, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain and squatted down, trembling with excitement, he adjusted his breathing and stretched out his hand.

"Holy Order Baby, it's finally mine."

But when his hand was about to touch the instrument spirit stone, Locke, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, held the instrument spirit stone in his right hand and smashed it on Luther's head.

Luther was defenseless and knocked him to the ground in one fell swoop.

Locke turned over and rode on Luther, and smashed the Holy Order Spirit Stone as a stone at Luther's head.

Scenes flashed through his mind...

In the ice and snow, the guards around him died one after another...

In the cave, Joe is willing to blow himself up in order to protect himself...

After three years of living outside the world, when children of the same age were playing, he was cultivating, and children of the same age were sleeping, and he was still cultivating...

If it weren't for him and the people behind him, the two countries would not have been at war, and they would not have been in misery, and they could still live comfortably by their parents' side and enjoy the life that a child should enjoy.

Joe, who was originally lost and recovered, will not die on the way home...

All this... All of this is because of him...

The spirit stone smashed one by one, and the anger that had been pressed in my heart for three years continued to vent...

One time... One time... One time...

Until Locke's arm could no longer be lifted, Luther's head was a bloody blur...

Locke gasped and lay on the snow beside him, his body couldn't stop shaking, he killed someone, killed someone who should be killed, he was not afraid, but had a sense of relief.

In fact, there are too many reasons to kill Luther, whether it is for Joe or for his identity as a necromancer, Luther must die today.

Lying on the snow, the snowflakes in the sky fell splendidly, falling on his face and slowly melting, cool and moist.

After resting for a while, Locke struggled to get up, took the spirit stone back into the storage ring, and then picked up the weak ash on the side and walked in the direction of Joe.

Looking at the ice in a daze, he didn't know how to express his feelings at this time.

The careful care on the way to escape, unmoved in the face of the rich reward proposed by Beijun, the young master in the cave ran quickly and didn't turn back, didn't the sentence in the wine cellar tell you not to leave that room?

The memories of the scenes rushed straight to my heart, everything could not go back, the man who stood in front of him at the first time of danger fell, and this time he could not stand up again......

Ash reached out and touched Locke's face, his eyes full of apology.

"I don't blame you, you've done your best." Luo ** squeezed out a smile and said to Ash.

Putting the ash down, Locke carefully gathered the ice on the ground, and the power of the ice froze Joe's soul together, and it was impossible to recall it with necromantic magic.

In the cellar under the bar, Locke carefully sprinkled Joe's cremated ashes into the freshly dug pit.

"Uncle Qiao, thank you for your company, I'm tired all the way, take a good rest here, don't worry, it's quiet here, no one comes to disturb you, there is wine here, you can drink it as you like, I'm leaving, rest in peace."

After some prayer, Locke sealed the cellar completely, and no one would know what had happened in this forgotten town.

Back down the street, Locke took a deep breath, the snow was still falling, but he couldn't feel the cold anymore.

Retracting the staff that had fallen to the ground, Locke continued south, ash

At this time, he ran over, carrying a staff much taller than him.

"Is this Luther's staff?" Locke took the staff and looked at it carefully, the staff was cold at his hand, the material seemed to be some kind of ice-type metal, and the ice-type gem at the top emitted a faint blue light.

"It's a good staff." Locke put it in his storage ring and said to Ash with a smile.

Ash nodded, then stretched out his clenched fist and opened his palm, revealing a black ring in his hand.

"Space storage ring?" Locke said in surprise.

After taking the storage ring, the spiritual power penetrated into it, because of the death of the original owner, the space storage ring was no longer hindered at this time.

This spatial storage ring was obviously not as large as the space that Radiant gave him, but it was enough for a magister.

In the space storage ring, there are some currencies, not much, about hundreds of thousands, and some ice crystals.

"What is this?" Locke's spiritual power noticed that in the corner of the space storage ring, there were three scrolls with a simple style, one black and two blue.

Taking out the three scrolls, Locke looked at the black one first, the scrolls were pitch black, with some silver lines on the surface, which seemed to be some kind of pattern.

Unraveling the scroll, the words inside look very ancient, Locke didn't recognize a word after reading it for a long time, so he had no choice but to put it away again, and the next time he met Teacher Tianhui, maybe he would recognize it.

Looking at the other two blue scrolls, this time he recognized the text, one recorded three kinds of ice forbidden spells, one of which was released by Luther before, and the other two seemed to be more powerful than the former.

Look at the last scroll again, this is Luther's own handwritten magic experience and some cultivation skills, for Locke at this stage, the last scroll is the most useful.

With everything in order, Locke left Coole contentedly and continued south.

Ash didn't know where he had gone, but he thought it should not be far from him.

The road back to Thunder Fortress was still long, and Locke traveled during the day and found a place to meditate and rest at night.

After walking for another four days, he finally entered the northern border of the Zhongdu Kingdom, and the magnificent figure of the Thunder Fortress also appeared at the end of his sight.

Facing the long-lost home, Locke's eyes couldn't help but redden, and he accelerated his pace again, and his heart was already impatient to go home.

After descending the snowy mountains and walking through the snowy fields, when he stepped on the soft and elastic grasslands of the northern border, with blue sky and white clouds above his head, it was a wonderful feeling.

"I'm back......" Locke shouted as he looked up to the sky.

Set off again, target Thunder Fortress, I heard Joe say that grandpa was already there, and he just wanted to see his old man right now.

Unconsciously, his pace became faster and faster, and the whole person ran like a gust of wind.

Suddenly, he felt the earth tremble, as if someone was still shouting.