A few hours later, Richard found a safe place and began to treat his wounds. On his ventral side, there was a deep opening, in which several fragments of rubble were embedded. The wound was burning with pain, everything in the Desperate Battlefield was poisonous to the Norlanders, and it was also to the Daxoldas. Although the plane is dead, the remnants of the original power instinctively hate a life. The aura it exudes is the smell of ruin.

Richard pulled out a short knife and a spare small blade and began to clean the wound, picking out all the debris inside, and slicing away the carrion that had been eroded by the plane's poison. Throughout the process, Richard was meticulous and unhurried. This method of dealing with the wounded on the battlefield was taught by Lawrence, and for the strong who are not clergy, the difference between life and death is sometimes the difference between life and death. After a few moments, Richard sealed the wound, stood up, and began to go deeper in the other direction.

A day later, Richard hunched his body and carefully moved forward under the cover of every terrain. A few hundred meters in front of him, a demon was wandering haphazardly, looking for its prey.

A few hours later, Richard's body mana was close to drying up, but the demon had turned into a corpse. The battle was more arduous than he could have imagined, and Richard found that his magic still couldn't keep up with the consumption of the fierce battle. The temporary slumber of the Phantom Star talent made him dare not use the sacrificial ability lightly. So now Richard has become very patient, and every time he fights, he has to be extremely stingy in calculating and using every bit of his body and magic power, like the most deadly miser. If he had become an archmage, he wouldn't have to worry about mana in such a battle, but unfortunately Richard wasn't.

After another day, after harvesting two rat demons and a manta ray, Richard finally felt that the harvest of this trip was enough, and he needed to go back to the capital where the sun never sets to rest and digest. But he didn't have long to walk out before he was stopped by a dark mage and four rat demons, and to make the difference, a manta ray suddenly appeared at Richard's feet!

Richard sent all his enemies to the world of death, and returned alive to the city where the sun never sets.

Only this time, he lay on Lawrence's operating table for a long time. It was only at this time that Richard understood why he saw White Night lying on Lawrence's operating table that day. Counting this time, it was the third time that Richard had been lying on this cold iron table, and he would definitely lie down many more times in the future.

"You guys, what are you going to do but get me in trouble?!" Lawrence was unusually angry, roaring as he treated, worrying if his saliva would squirt into Richard's wound, or if he would use too much force to cut off an extra piece of internal organs.

"You guys?" Richard was intrigued by the word.

"White Night, she's a real madman! And you, it's not much worse. I've also seen three madmen, but they're all dead now. Lawrence said coldly.

Richard thought about it and said very seriously: "Actually, I think it's easiest to improve yourself in this kind of battle. Where there is an injury, there is the most fatal flaw. Also, seeing the way the Daxodas fight often inspires me. We always think from a human perspective, so there are a lot of natural blind spots......"

Unexpectedly, these few words made Lawrence explode: "Okay, okay! If you improve a few more times, you will become a dead man like the other three madmen." Do you think you're the same as White Night? Her bloodline is one of the most terrifying celestial bloodlines in the entire Holy Alliance, and she herself is a machine born for battle. As for you, your talent can only be regarded as ordinary. What about Akmund's bloodline, not to mention grabbing a handful, but it is comparable to the royal family and the iron-blooded Grand Duke?"

Lawrence's next is a scolding on his head and face, and he wants to scold Richard to the point of blood. Richard heard a deep concern in the series of expletives, so he explained with a wry smile: "Actually, I am not taking risks, but I am very sure that I will be able to return here alive......"

"Pretty sure, very sure you're going to be like this?" Hearing Richard's words, Lawrence was even more furious.

Richard couldn't explain his intelligence and true talent, so he was silent and let Lawrence curse him. A few hours later, Richard was almost thrown out of the store by Lawrence, and a magic box was thrown out after him. It contained a high-grade sacrifice, which Lawrence bought after selling Richard's costume and bought a sufficient amount of magic materials with the rest of the money. Of course, for the sake of the face of the former Holy Constructor, the price has been discounted a lot.

Richard picked up the magic box and shook his head with a wry smile as he watched Lawrence slam the door shut. He returned to his lodgings, where he met many acquaintances along the way, and greeted each other warmly. And on the stone platform in front of Richard's door, a stack of envelopes has been placed. Richard took the letters back to his room, folded them one by one, and read them carefully. Before this departure, Richard had designed the composition based on the needs of one of the first three letters. This incident has already caused a strong response, so this time a large number of strong people have recorded their needs and placed them at Richard's door, hoping to be favored by Richard.

Each letter was like a lamp, illuminating the way forward for Richard. Ideas kept popping up in his head, giving Richard the urge to start building them right away. But now Richard was very patient, and after reading all the letters, he chose the most mature plan among the many ideas, and gradually perfected it.

The days seemed to repeat themselves, with Richard meditating, drawing costumes, and occasionally drinking in the open space outside the door. The number of people drinking with Richard increased, and the number of people changed from more to less. Most of the people who drank with Richard later knew that he only liked to gossip when he drank, and if it was mentioned on topics such as makeup, Richard would only laugh and not say anything. There are also impatient guys who loudly coerce Richard, wanting to make Richard give priority to making a build for himself, but Richard didn't do anything, and he didn't even say anything, and a group of strong people who had drunk together beat that person half to death.

Time is like a sieve that will sift out those who are not suitable to be friends and keep those with similar interests together. Richard left the city where the sun never sets, and came back again and again. Gradually, the people who Ken drank with him became fixed. For it was finally learned that Richard was drinking only when he drank, and that no one could get any benefit from drinking with him. Who will benefit from Richard's outfit depends entirely on providence.

If there is no benefit, fewer people will gradually be willing to do it. The people who remained were all really friends with Richard. Over time, these people got used to Richard's appearance, with his unkempt hair, messy beard, and unruly manners. They were accustomed to Richard's occasional laughter and long silences. No one knew what Richard was thinking, what he was thinking.

In Richard's storeroom, there are more and more statues, and they are becoming more and more realistic. The knife marks on the wall are now as if they have been measured with the utmost precision, and there will be no deviation in the slightest. In Richard's bedroom, there were more and more sealed boxes containing sacrifices.

Occasionally, Richard would lie in bed, looking at the ceiling, not knowing what to think. In the course of such a cycle, Richard seemed to sink gradually, and people became accustomed to him as he was, and forgot what he was when he first came. Richard was like dust, but in the silence, Richard felt that something was about to break through the ground. In the eyes of others, Richard is becoming, like them, deeply branded as a desperate battlefield and a city on which the sun never sets. Richard also seems to be content with this kind of unchanging, repetitive life.

Time can change not only one person, but also the whole world.

Time, time is a dragon slayer.

Richard is getting farther and farther away from the city where the sun never sets, the time is getting longer and longer, and the things he brings back are becoming more and more precious. The only disturbing thing is that the presence of manta rays around the city where the sun never sets is becoming more and more numerous. The Archmage of ordinary strength now dares to fight even if he is accompanied by a warrior.

In the last few games, Richard always had a vague feeling that he seemed to be being targeted by something. This feeling was very vague, and even Richard himself was a little skeptical that he was a little overhearted. However, when Richard stood on a small plain and suddenly noticed that his surroundings were unusually quiet, he knew that he was really not too worried.

A total of five manta rays appeared one after another and surrounded Richard. Outside them, Richard saw a tall demon. This demon he was familiar with, the one he had seen on the other side of the earth rift.

"I've been following you for a long time. The demon actually greeted Richard in Norland's human lingua franca. It's just that his voice is very hoarse and strange, like two stones rubbing against each other.

"Why? I look better?"

"No, it's you who have a lot of potential. And you're probably the kind of person called a 'constructor'. As long as I catch you back, I will be rewarded with a large amount of meritorious service. ”

Richard smiled indifferently and asked, "You are not telling me this to make me surrender, right?"

"You're smart. So I think we can talk. Don't resist, and I won't hurt you. The dead are of no value to us, and if you die, then I will have to eat you. ”

Richard's gaze swept around, and the demon seemed to see through his mind, and sneered, "Don't fantasize anymore. In order to catch you, I specially brought five Sasoma, and you can't escape. ”

Only then did Richard learn that in the mouth of Daxodas, the manta rays were originally called Sasoma, and the words of this demon revealed an important message, that is, these manta rays did obey their command.

Richard first put the knife box on the ground, and then began to carefully organize his equipment, throwing all the unnecessary things on his body to the ground. Looking at what he did, the demon couldn't help but say, "Do you still want to resist?" Even if there are three of you, you can only run away at most!"

"How do you know that I won't be equivalent to the three Great Magisters?" Richard smiled indifferently. From within his body, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, as if some delicate porcelain had been broken.

The Illusory Star World Tree, which had been silent, shook off its dry bark and began to thrive!

ps: Finally recovered, you can start the normal double watch. The two arrears in the front will be made up later.

In addition, I feel that this chapter is still coquettish, and my skills have not decreased.