/newmessage.php?tosys=1&title="Hearts Hunt Thrones."

Chapter Errors/Click here to report

If there are no surprises, then tomorrow is about what some people are looking forward to

Well, I'm a little hesitant, this first time, is it better to be longer, or shorter?

"Can you still use teleportation?" Looking around, Edward pulled the hood above his head - in fact, being in an imperial city is not an anomaly, after all, they were caught up in a chaotic teleportation before, and they were able to stay in the main material plane instead of other strange places, such as the lower realm or the outer universe, and they should be grateful to the gods. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

It's just that...... Although this place seems to be quite far from the front line, after all, the two countries are officially at war this time, and it is probably not appropriate to swagger on the enemy's soil.

"Teleportation is not omnipotent, if the distance is too far, there is no way to reach it at one time, there needs to be a transit, but this is a place near the Empire, how dare I teleport over a long distance casually?" Miss Half-Elf rolled her blue eyes in dissatisfaction, but her attention had obviously shifted to the surrounding stalls, those dazzling little things: "And eh, teleporting with you with Edward is extremely tiring, and there are always some strange disturbances...... This time, I still took the risk of being out of sight, and if it weren't for the disturbance of the anti-teleportation circle here, I wouldn't have dared to cast a spell in this direction. ”

"Then why didn't you cast the spell earlier, and you could have saved yourself two days of running?"

"I don't know, I've tried, but somehow, it doesn't work...... But as soon as you said that I tried it just now, I actually succeeded, maybe my teleportation skills are not proficient...... No, it was the wrong direction that I felt before. The Psychic Warlock nodded slightly, knowing that this might have something special to do with the Staff of Throne, but it was a futile explanation for him, so he let it go.

Fortunately, this is not the world of billions of people who speak thousands of languages as we remember, and there will be language barriers and customs hundreds of kilometers away, which will distinguish people very clearly.

Since there were no problems when entering the city. Then nothing else is a big deal. It was enough to speak the lingua franca - a lingua franca evolved from another ancient language, with very simple grammatical rules, which were originally prescribed as the precursors of the empire. One of the official languages of Thrace, the empire was dominant on the continent and invincible. It greatly strengthens the integration of cultures. The language is almost completely universal, and although each region still retains its own dialect according to custom, speaking the lingua franca does not arouse much suspicion at least.

After walking a few steps down the street, Edward settled in an unassuming inn - obviously a little too expensive to stay in the area, but the store was relatively clean, and the dinner of tapioca paste and salted pork jerky, and hard bread with onion and fennel was not tasty, but it was enough to fill the belly. And. The prepared service includes a tub and hot water.

Although the shape of the tub was not as good as Edward's Hilton Express, the three of them had no intention of choosing anything after a few days of turbulence and the fatigue of the battle, and after a hasty dinner, they each chose a room to take a bath and rest - in fact, the injury caused a lot of blood loss that Edward soaked in more than two hourglasses in the tub half asleep, and barely woke up until the water was completely cold.

It's just that I finally moved myself to the bed. He felt a little sleepless.

I didn't feel anything when I was in the bucket, but now after leaving. I have some fever all over my body...... Or it should be a compensatory response of the body after massive blood loss. And even with it, the spirit suddenly became excited.

But don't worry about any problems with this.

Looking up at the ceiling, Edward thought aimlessly-

"Its power is not as grand as you can imagine, if you collect all the fragments of royal power and reforge this staff, then you are no longer a mortal being, and your life can be extended indefinitely. ”

As he left the illusion of the mind, the golden elf told him something about the power of kingship, and in it, there was an explanation that the reason why he had been able to break the curse on his body lightly while waking up was also because of the effect of this ability—not to prolong life for ten or twenty years, or even hundreds of years, in the ordinary sense, but to be more durable, almost indestructible to the power of eternal life—which meant that if he was not destroyed, he was immortal.

"Eternal life, ......"

This word made Edward tug at the corners of his mouth.

For most people, eternal life is an irresistible temptation, like a spell, for which countless people have done extremely crazy, unreasonable, and incomprehensible things, it is the ultimate temptation that seduces people in the front, the greatest desire, and the deepest terror that always threatens people in the back.

Because immortality can tolerate a qiē **, immortality is infinite possibility.

Of course, ordinary mortals do not think about eternal life, life itself is already a heavy subject worth fighting for a lifetime, and for mediocre people, death is an extremely distant and very close thing. It is said to be extremely far away, because death seems to be extremely far away from us, and although it cannot be avoided by everyone, it seems to be a thing that does not need to be considered at all and does not need to be considered for a long time, but it is said to be extremely close because death can come at any time, and no one can predict it.

Therefore, they generally don't think about death, they think more about how to live better, how to make their lives more enjoyable.

Only those who are more powerful are ...... Like Qin Shi Huang, who had completed the great unification, he was extremely eager for immortality, because no matter how great his merits were, no matter how prominent his position was, no matter how satisfied he was with his present life, death would eventually come and take away all the qi he had.

Edward wasn't great now, he didn't have great power, he didn't have the wealth of a nation - but he wasn't a mediocre people, at least not anymore......

He had already experienced a sudden death without warning, so he seemed to have more resistance and resistance to death.

One of the important reasons why he wants to contact magic so desperately, even though he knows that he is not suitable, still insists on stepping into this world, is probably because of the mages. It has the power to resist nature. It is not so quick to step into the situation that he resists, because no one can promise him to be born again. This kind of extreme luck will befall him again.

But he also knew that if it could only be an immortal who knelt on the ground...... It's nothing different from torment. If you don't even have the strength to fight for your most basic right to life. Then eternal life is nothing but eternal torment.

Laughter makes life easy and enjoyable, but suffering makes life deep and real. Both are indispensable and cannot be indispensable......

This emotion is not a diseaseless moan.

Although the general structure of nature was not very different, the world was not the one he knew best—a feeling that had never been so clear in his mind as it was now. The sight that peeked down from the zenith, the kind of power that was so terrible that it directly oppressed the soul. It was the deepest fear he had ever faced......

That's the fear of being 'small'.

What does he have compared to those powerful beings?

What can he do?

His own strength, or for ordinary people, is strong enough, but for the other world, it is still insignificant.

Or maybe he still has the staff.

Although now, that power is not perfect. But sheer sheer power - he maximizes all spells and manipulates the web around him...... No. It should be said that it is a direct manipulation of the energy in this world to create an effect, almost can,

But that would come at a price, a price he would never want to bear.

Establish some kind of connection with it...... That connection would make him the master of this staff. But it could be a slave - who knows. After all, this thing, in tens of thousands of years, I don't know how many 'masters' it has devoured, and whether it is the elf king, the lich, the red-robed scarlet knight, or himself, for it, it is just an equal existence.

A goal to withstand his abilities.

The master can disperse the power of the slave, but on another level, the slave does not need the master in order to reflect the meaning of their existence and achieve the goal?

It's just a matter of using each other.

So, is the so-called eternal life so meaningful? Will it be just a provision that will be devoured at some point? Even so, should we use this power?

Edward shook his head.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a divine power that completely surpasses the concept of ordinary magic, and what is even more terrifying is that it seems to be purer and more direct-skipping the 'magic web', the so-called universal medium of magic, and has some similarities with psychic abilities......

"Hmph, it's incomparable! Psychic power is the most powerful force in this plane, no, in the entire multiverse,"

A squeaky roar somehow slipped into his thoughts: "What spell bits, what ingredients, spells, and gestures...... Those useless, stupid, imbecile, and filthy things are waste, and as long as you have enough mental power, you can display your psychic abilities at will, so that your enemies can't be caught off guard, you can burn mental power to increase them, and they can burst out with unimaginable power, and they only need to move their minds, and they can move much faster than arcane...... and as for the control of time and space, they are even more unattainable by arcane"

...... Edward was silent, he was a little uninterested in paying attention to the pet's boastful talk. But the Spirit Crystal Servant obviously refused to give up, and spoke amazingly

"Nothing is faster than thought, not even in this universe, there is nothing faster than thought, not even light! I know what you're trying to say is the fastest speed of light in the world - but in the mind of a telemancer, the world is not made of bullshit...... So your set of quantitative physics and stuff doesn't fit into the mind of a psychic warlock. ”

Everything is immaterial, and do you want to say, "We're all phantoms?"

"You don't understand, it's because your attention is only on appearances...... For the psychic man, any thing, enlarged to the entire world, or even the entire universe and space, is by no means material, but only the core of various wills, and the layers of appearances wrapped outside. When you can penetrate the surface of things with your will and get to the core, you have the ability to change it. This is the greatness of the psychic power.

Therefore, things can be changed. Reverse reality. Reshaping time and space? is really idealistic enough...... Does it mean that 'the spoon does not contain zài'?

......

The strange thoughts in my head turned around, making it harder to sleep, but because of that. Edward suddenly heard some strange noises.

It was a staccato sound coming from the other side of the wall...... In fact, the sound insulation of this hotel is quite good, so it is extremely low. If it weren't for Edward's hearing, it would have been much sharper than the average person. It may not be able to be captured.

But Edward frowned, and bounced straight out of bed—the voice, though faint, came from next door, and next door to him was Elena's room!

After a moment's hesitation, Edward got out of bed, and when he came to the next door, he hesitated a little, not knowing whether he should be disturbed by this, but the whimper became clearer and clearer. Let him knock on the door anyway.

The whimpering stopped. Then the voice became alert and tough: "Who is it?"

"Well, it's me. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I ...... That, I heard...... I'm ......."

Edward suddenly regretted it, he was just a little worried, but he didn't seem to think about coming over to do something at all......

Directly, I heard the voice in your room? It's really hard to speak, after all, it's okay to hear the voice in someone else's room or something, and it seems to be a little suspicious of touching someone else's **. But if not, then it's okay to knock on the girl's door in the middle of the night, and it's strange not to be mistaken for a pervert.

Luckily, Elena spoke up at this time. "Nothing. Just a nightmare. ”

"Then it's fine, I'll go back, and if there's a need for me, I'll be next door. Edward shook his head, ready to leave, but before he could turn around, the door creaked open. Then a soft, slender, somewhat cold palm reached over and grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry...... Can you keep me with me for a moment?" Elena was still wearing the plain knight's attire, but it seemed to have been cleaned up a little, and the moonlight shone through the window behind her, reflecting a soft sheen on her slightly pale face, with a little reddish, but there were some slight tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I dreamed of my father and mother. And the Steward of Babulon, and Sharan, and many others...... People in my family. She whispered, "I'm sorry to disturb you......"

"Oh, that's not ...... It doesn't matter. ”

Edward gently took the hand and followed her into the room, intending to say, 'That's not very good,' but suddenly remembered what she had said before - that her family had all been killed by some robbers, so he had to change his words, but he couldn't help but move a little when he looked at the few tears that were close at hand: "If it's a painful thing, maybe it will feel better to say it...... Are they the mercenaries?"

"No, it's not. It's the necromancer......" Elena shook her head, as if trying to get the memories out of her mind, but eventually closed her eyes in pain

"At that time, no one wanted to go near the house that had been destroyed by fire. Because that mage summoned some unclean spirits from all the dead, all the people were afraid...... Fear that those who die there will also become undead because of this. I had to wait until some time later, when the priests in the city had been purified, before tidying up. ”

"But I ...... I didn't understand that at the time, I just knew that everyone had abandoned my family...... But I can't look at them just like that, I ...... I wanted to find them, even if it was just the remains of the flames, so one night a few days later, I ran back there with a shovel and dug in the place where I had been in my bedroom......"

"It's ridiculous to think about a child...... I tried my best to dig up, but I only found some clods of earth...... There was nothing I could do about the heavy stone bricks and wood, and I was soon exhausted...... And the night was getting deeper. ”

"The fears of the people in the neighborhood are right, the residual negative energy has really turned the souls of the deceased in the mansion into ghosts...... appeared in front of me. ”

Elena's voice gradually became low, like a dream, "Sharan, I remember that it was one of the maids who liked me the most in the big house, and our cook, but they have become ghosts...... I just didn't know how dangerous it was, and I kept asking them and trying to reach them...... Every contact was as cold as ice, but I just reached out again and again......"

"Okay, don't think about that anymore...... It seems that His Majesty Ransender really cares for you very much......"

Edward was stunned, and couldn't help but gently reach out and take her into his arms, kissing the tears off her face.

The touch of ghosts is the most dangerous murder weapon, even more ferocious than any sharp blade or flame, the negative energy on their bodies will directly absorb and neutralize the positive energy that neutralizes people's vitality, kill it, and may even turn into zombies directly, the seven-year-old Elena can survive from the two ghosts, which is already incredible. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has the protection of the sun god.

No wonder she has a dislike for adventurers...... In fact, she was able to maintain her sanity in the previous events, kill the adventurer without seeing her, and become a holy warrior, this kind of mental strength was enough to make Edward embarrassed, if he had experienced this kind of thing himself, he would probably have to be angry with others, and it would not be particularly strange to do anything. (To be continued......)

**(**By the book friend high-quality hand-typed update speed super fast (genius one second to remember)

Aishang Novel Network would like to thank all book friends for their support biquge.info