Whether it is grief, anger, or fear, Rhodes can feel the complex and extreme emotions of almost every soul, and at the same time, they cannot escape the shackles of this dagger. It was a long process, however, it was extremely short to the outside world, and they only saw Rhodes pull out the dagger, his face pale, and the corpse turned to dust and disappeared the moment the dagger left. Only the gemstone ring fell to the ground, as if it had been imprisoned for a long time, and now it was free.

At the same time, the dagger seemed to have found a new owner, and it was almost attached to Rod's hand. A steady stream of power was pouring into Rod's body, and scenes of blood, misery, and glory flashed in front of Rod's eyes, which was the story of the dagger, everything it went through, and those who were killed by it, flashed in front of his eyes like movie tape at this moment.

Rhodes felt as if he had gone through centuries, but to outsiders, it was only a matter of seconds. Finally, the guide couldn't take it anymore, and he drew the dagger from his arms while Rod was in a coma and stabbed him in the neck.

However, Diego was so fast that the witch hunters noticed him early on and distrusted the so-called good Samaritan at first. Moments before the dagger was about to plunge into Rod's neck, the witch hunter's bullet pierced the guide's head. A high-speed bullet shot through Tripac's temple, killing the ill-intentioned guide.

Everyone was stunned, from Rhodes drawing his sword to the assassination by the guide, the whole process was so swift that Bogur and Yeskovich had not yet seen what was going on. The pharmacy owner, who had been leading the way all along, died on the spot. However, his assassination of Rhodes was clearly seen by everyone.

Finally, Rhodes took control of the dagger and held it tightly in his hand, and the transmission of power gradually faded. Looking back at this artifact, it's so small...... It is about the length of a palm, and the blade looks extremely sharp, even after hundreds of years of dark snow, it is still as bright as new, and it seems that it hurts to look at it. Rod suspects that the sharpest scalpel is no more than that. And it's so small that you can barely feel its weight in your hand. However, it was so heavy, because of how many lives this little dagger had harvested, whether they were great or ordinary, all killed by the assassination of the Soul Bound Dagger.

When Rhodes recovered, he saw a bloody corpse lying behind him, which was the body of the guide just now. The bullet pierced the head, staining the ground with blood.

"What's going on?"

Rod asked in surprise. I was unconscious for those few seconds, and I didn't know what was happening.

"This man, trying to assassinate you when you are at your weakest. Solved by me. ”

The witch hunter said contemptuously. He blew the smoke from the barrel of the pistol, and then retracted the pistol into his coat in a dashing manner.

"Yes, we've all seen it. This man almost punctured your throat. ”

Yeskovich replied from the sidelines.

"Well, then let him lie down here and be cremated with these corpses. ”

Although he didn't see the scene just now, Rod still trusted his teammates. They don't lie to themselves, otherwise, along the way, they can backstab much more than this guide.

Another 3,000 gold was saved...... Rod thought silently in his heart. Funny

"Rod, are you sure you're okay?"

The dwarf walked over with a look of surprise on his face, looking at the human in front of him. His eyes were full of curiosity and surprise, this weapon was obviously not a good thing, and Bogur could be sure that the runes on it were not from the hands of the dwarves.

"I didn't feel any discomfort for the time being......"

Rod replied with a smile. In order not to worry the dwarf, Rhodes did not tell him what he had just experienced.

The effect of the Soul Bound Dagger reminded Rhodes of Frost Sorrow in World of Warcraft. But it doesn't seem like the weapon stole its own in the same way that it stole Arthas's soul. At least for now, everything seems to be normal, and my mind is very clear.

"Well, maybe I'm looking away...... But it shouldn't be......" the dwarf muttered to himself.

......

"Hey, I can't do it...... I really can't do it......"

Tallinnham was tied by a wandering knight with his hands tied for long distances in endurance training. However, after a morning of running, Tallinnham said he had reached the limit of his stamina. His feet were blistered and he couldn't run anymore. But the knight on horseback didn't seem to care, and he continued to drink his wine, looking at the newly recruited little squire behind him with a chuckle.

"No, you can, you have to believe in yourself. Think about it, now I'm pulling you, and if a group of ghouls chase you in the future, will you still say that you can't run? I'm afraid that at that time you will cry and cry your mother and run away. ”

After speaking, the wandering knight turned his head and continued to drink his wine.

Seeing him like this, Tallinnham was angry, his life was saved by this wandering knight, but he would not abuse himself like this. He said he was going to train himself, but is this called training? It's just abuse. And this guy has been mysterious since the first day they met, and Tarynham still doesn't know what his true identity is? Wandering Knight? No, his strength is too strong, not like Wandering Knight at all. But what kingdom knight would wander around the world alone? Is it the Holy Grail Knight? Tallinnam heard Rhodes say that in the knightly kingdom of Bretonnia, knights have become several ranks, and the highest level, and the most powerful is the Holy Grail Knight. The combat power of this guy in front of him is indeed strong, and he can kill more than a dozen ghouls in three strokes and five by two, and there is no trace of breathing. But if it's a Grail Knight, which Grail Knight would leave his realm and travel all the way to Kislev? It's impossible to wander out there......

Just as he was thinking, the knight lord in front of him quickened his pace again, and he rode on horseback, with a rope in his hand, and led Tallinnham like a mule, and Tallinnham had never seen such a perverted training method.

His feet had worn out the skin, and it felt like the whole foot was no longer his own, and the knight asked him to keep going......

"My dear little squire, I know what you are thinking, and you must be cursing me silently in your heart now, calling me a madman. The wandering knight continued with a sip of wine, "I must tell you, however, that I am not a madman, and you are not an ordinary squire. Human potential is so powerful that even you can't believe it. Many times, what we lack is confidence and courage, and we don't know how to reach our potential. So I always think that I am weak. That's not the case, do you really think that humans are good for nothing? Agility is no match for elves, strength is no match for greenskins and dwarves? What about Gilles, the founder of Bretonnia, and Sigmar, the founder of the Empire? Have you thought about any of this?"

The wandering knight was talking in front of him, like drinking and composing poetry, and Tallinnam was already as tired as a mule behind him, what Gilles, what Sigma, Lao Tzu just wanted to stop now, drink a big pot of water, sleep on it for three days and three nights, and never do physical training again......