Crimson Servant

"Speaking of which, not long ago, I went to see her, that idiot Druid, when you were heading to the Chaotic Sea." After finishing his meal, Francis leaned back and looked up at the moon between the trees, showing an expression of enjoyment.

When John heard the news about Nora, he suddenly became energetic.

"How is she doing? When does she plan to come back?"

A picture of a crimson Wendigo wandering the corrupted land, accompanied by a herd of crimson servants, appeared in the mind of the warlock.

Francis nodded and continued.

"She is living a good life, even happy and happy. She is almost the same as she was in the past. She raises some plants, wanders around, and causes trouble for the druids of the Pearl Sanctuary, like a demon king."

Francis did not answer John's second question, and the silence represented the answer.

Nora Sebas was transformed by the Warlock himself, and her body has become a special Crimson Servant, larger and more dangerous. Nora's stay has shown her attitude. In order to prevent the corruption in her body from spreading due to her activities, she locked herself in the corrupted land. As a druid, the principle of caring for nature forces Nora to stay away from the green plants she likes. If the situation does not change, maybe she will stay there forever, the closest and farthest place from her hometown.

The two maintained a tacit understanding.

John said in surprise: "Raise some plants? On the corrupted land? Crimson is on top, her research is complete?"

Nora Sebas once experimented with sowing plants on crimson corrupted soil. At that time, she was still planning to train John to be a druid. After John became a warlock, she gave up the slow progress of the research. . The Warlock did not expect Nora to pick up the research she had abandoned. Perhaps the Wendigo form gave her new inspiration. John was very happy about this, and Nora Sebas did not give up hope.

John wanted more details, but he soon noticed that Francis's expression had become particularly strange.

"She planted some small saplings and many flowers that I don't recognize. Most of the plants are only as tall as a half-person. They grow very...terrifyingly."

The warlock's pleading eyes forced the dark elf to continue.

"After transforming into a Wendigo, Nora Sebas' druid spells were mixed with some flesh-and-blood spells of crimson power. The boundaries between animals and plants have been blurred in her hands. Those spawned by her Trees don’t grow in the ground, those saplings and flowers grow on the back of the Crimson Servant.”

"Yes, you stayed on the back of the crimson beasts to guard her. Their skinless flesh has been covered with flowers and leaves. I don't know the situation, but the appearance of the mangrove or the red swamp monster looks much cuter. If you don’t know the truth.”

"When I found her, I was sure it was no illusion, that the Crimson Servants were hiding from their shepherds."

John's face became more and more ugly, and Francis's words changed again.

"But she herself hasn't changed much."

"The first time she pounced on her was like a dog, like an oversized dog. She said some familiar and highly personal greetings. As you know, she can always make people angry with just a few words."

"Then she kept me for dinner and showed off her cooking skills, roasting tomatoes. Those tomatoes were meaty."

Francis sighed.

"Then she introduced me to her research results and those vegetative people. I actually planned to bring some back for you to try, John, and Nora agreed very much. But those tomatoes grew very quickly within a few hours of leaving the Corruption. Rotten."

"If you have any regrets about this, you can go see her yourself after this, and maybe she'll come up with a new menu by then."

The warlock stuck out his tongue in fear and said curiously and amusedly.

"I feel relieved to hear that she is still so energetic."

"Did you beat her up again?"

The dark elf nodded.

"Together with those Crimson Servants."

"When you can't find a reason to hit her, Nora Sebas will always kiss your fist with her face."

John Kemp shrugged. He was not worried about this. Francis was very measured in his attacks. Those who deserved would not live, and those who deserved would not die. This could be seen from his skillful joint skills.

From this perspective, he was also beaten up by Francis. He was knocked down by the dark elf for various reasons due to Nora a long time ago.

"Nora will be glad you came."

Francis said.

"She was not alone there at all. I went to fulfill my promise, but ended up waiting in the red mist for an hour. As I mentioned to you, Nora begged me to help the Pearl Sanctuary resist the invasion of Ephesa at the beginning of the plan. promise."

John nodded.

"The war is over?"

"Ephesa is divided. The slow progress of the war has dragged down the emperor's prestige in the empire. The southern aristocratic faction of Ephesa took the opportunity to declare independence and established the new Ephesa Federation. The emperor has completely lost his thoughts on aggression and is now full of thoughts. Recover lost territory and eliminate traitors."

The warlock thought of a certain nobleman of Ephesa whom he knew.

"Which side has the advantage, the Empire or the Federation?"

Francis looked at John with meaningful eyes.

"The main combat forces of the northern empire are the imperial knights and the war priests who support the belief in the God of War, while the southern part is the private soldiers of the nobles and the clergy who believe in the sun."

John understood what he meant. The northern forces of Ephesa suffered heavy losses due to his attack on the Advent Ceremony, and were probably at a disadvantage.

The exchange between the two ended quickly as the night got darker. Francis cleaned up the remaining bones and buried them far away. He found a nearby water source and briefly washed himself. Then he and John took turns to rest.

They set off again the next day before dawn, emerging from the woods before the sun reached the earth.

Looking at the high city walls in the distance, Francis took out a mask with an inscription on the inside from his pocket. He put the mask on his face, and the white porcelain-like mask fit his face perfectly, like a piece of living skin that began to squirm. After a burst of magical light, a handsome elf warrior stood in front of John.

His fair skin was like jade, and the mask changed Francis' skin color and turned him into an elf.

John looked hard at the white-skinned Francis, always feeling that his new skin was a bit dazzling.

"I still prefer your original skin color."

"Me too." Francis showed a sunny smile, which made his handsome appearance more elegant and created a greater sense of separation from the image of a cold-blooded killer in the heart of the magician.

Francis tapped John on the shoulder.

"But this time, our goal is not to kill someone quickly. There is no need to cause unnecessary panic."

The warlock controlled his robe from blood red to gray and black coarse cloth, and the silver cross pendant wrapped around his wrist swayed gently.

"Not quite...where are we going?"

"Northrend, my friends are there."