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Late at night.

There was a sudden movement at the door.

A figure piled up in front of the boy's door, as if trying to open the closed door, and the shadow kept twisting on the window, in a strange shape.

Vincent paid no attention to the movements, and just sat on the bed, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Soon, the old wooden door was opened, and five or six people poured in with all kinds of weapons, and in this dim environment, it was impossible to see the faces of the people.

Even when they saw someone sitting on the bed, they were not afraid to retreat, but walked straight to the black box over there, and their greedy hearts urged their bodies to move and want to pick them up.

At this moment, Vincent, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly spoke up and said simply.

"I only warn once, if you want to die, stay here, and I'm in a very ...... mood right now Very...... Very bad. ”

The leader of the group immediately froze.

He turned, stared at the others and chuckled lightly, then walked up to Vincent, stretched out his palm, and slapped him over.

"What kind of ...... are you?"

Before he finished speaking, his closed eyes suddenly opened.

"Zz".

It was the sound of frost condensing.

This room suddenly gave birth to a surging frost, like a cold wind, and in an instant, it swept through the entire room, and the human body, the table, the dust, and every qiē were frozen by the frost, and the whole body was attached to a layer of ice with a golden shimmer.

In the end, this cold wave did not come out, but formed a ring of cold currents at a distance of five meters from Vincent.

Opening his eyes, Vincent got out of bed, got up and opened the window, and threw down all the frozen people in front of him.

"As I said, I'm in a bad mood. ”

As if to explain his own behavior, he took a deep breath and twisted his hand on the wick of oil on the table, and the flame lit up, and the dim light illuminated the surroundings.

Continuing to sit on the bed, Vincent opened the book he had found from the ring, The Warlock's Brief Knowledge, and continued reading with a frown.

From this book, he added the most scarce knowledge at present.

In the world of Warlocks, there are two things that matter.

One is to contemplate the idea, and the other is the bloodline.

The contemplation determines the mana capacity and strength of the warlock in the future, while the bloodline determines the strength and strength of the warlock in the future.

And the bloodline is more important than the contemplation of thought.

The power of the bloodline can be extended to the strength of the spell, and it also determines the research direction of the warlock's spell, and even the lifespan and physique.

Based on this, Vincent reveals a very striking fact.

That is, a person without bloodline cannot learn spells, let alone become a warlock.

It can also be said that as long as he is a warlock, then he is definitely not a pure-blooded human.

Every warlock is mixed with the blood of strange creatures, such as ghosts, demons, giants, etc., without bloodline, they cannot have the talent to learn spells, which is why the number of warlocks in this area is so small.

And a pure-blooded human like him, who has acquired the talent of a warlock through guò sacrifice, is not uncommon, and even common among warlocks.

In some large worlds, many descendants of warlocks have weakened their bloodlines due to genetics, and even gradually lost their warlock talent for learning spells, and as a result, their families will find good bloodlines for them, use alchemy arrays to connect them with them, or some other means.

And what if a warlock, like him, has no blood?

Then he couldn't get past the promotion to Black Iron at all.

The Black Iron Realm is a moat that divides mortals and the strong, if you can cross this moat, you can let the living beings have the power to get rid of the mortal dust, and the only way to cross this moat is to ......

Burn life!

Tong guò burns a huge amount of life force in exchange for a bridge over the moat, and as long as the warlock wants to break through the sublimation, this path must be taken.

However, this kind of burning in life needs to be carried out by people who have bloodline, because the power of bloodline makes their vitality and physique far from ordinary people, enough to burn, if a warlock with no bloodline or weak bloodline, will die directly because of the lack of strength of the burning burst and the exhaustion of vitality.

And now, his vitality is too depleted, and he can't make up for it at all in this powerful class, and some of the bloodlines he can find have no meaning to be implanted at all, that is to say, no matter how hard he tries, he never has any hope of promotion.

It's a dead knot that can't be avoided.

Now he has come to the end, there is a cliff in front of him, and there is no road.

Turning the scroll through again, Vincent's fist clenched and gradually loosened.

Once again, he did not despair, but was a little lighter.

Even if there is no road ahead, so what?

At the beginning, he was able to rely on a mortal body to seek the warlock's contention, stumbling all the way, going through countless tribulations, and killing until now, how could he admit defeat?

Even if there is no road ahead, he has to make a hard way!

The result of failure is nothing more than death, and it is not that he has not been exposed to death.

His gaze gradually became firm, and Vincent's mind returned to a meticulous state, taking out all the contents of the ring to see if there were any things for his own use.

In bed just now, he had already looked for it in the alchemy notes, but he couldn't find a good solution, so he could only hope for the warlock's remnants.

Flipping through a pile of rare materials and gold coins, a pale gray scroll appeared before his eyes.

"A Brief Introduction to the Bloodline".

"Judging from the name, it should be a very useful thing, and what I am most lacking at the moment is blood, and I hope to make a breakthrough in this. ”

With such a thought flowing through his mind, Vincent turned the pages of the book, and the gray chapters looked very comfortable, and the words and images seemed to emerge from the paper, vividly.

The first monster was the sheep-headed sphinx he had seen on the bronze pillar.

"The Sun Troll, the Spirit of the Sun's Grace, the Destroyer of the Night, born by the will of the Sun God, possessing the divine power of light and fire, is a mythical creature, and the blood of the weakest Sun Troll is a superior bloodline if it can be integrated into the body. ”

Seeing this scene, Vincent frowned, and suddenly remembered the name of the two warlocks for the bronze giant pillar.

The Sun God Pillar?

It turned out to be a sun troll.

However, although he drank the golden liquid there, he only raised his physique and mana to the limit, and the power of fire spells was increased, and he did not have this bloodline.

He continued to flip back, only to find that there were two pages sandwiched between the center of the book, and when he took it out, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The first drawing is a map, and it looks like it should be a drawing about the Eastern Mountains.

And the second one turned out to be an alchemy array drawing, which turned out to be about how to purify the bloodline.

When Vincent first saw it, he didn't care, but put it again, and continued to flip through the "Brief Description of the Bloodline".

And while flipping through it, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and an idea was constantly brewing.

"Wow. ”

With the last page read, and the idea was ripe and thoughtful, Vincent closed the book.

His gaze looked at the alchemy array blueprint and nodded secretly.

"It seems that we have to take a gamble. ”