Crimson Servant

Carl Demiras did not respond verbally to John's provocation. In this regard, he learned a little wiser. The automatic doll Jenny VII unexpectedly became a role model for the young paladin. After this metal doll was angered by the warlock, The anger and embarrassment he showed made Karl understand what he looked like before in the eyes of others. Silence is the most effective defense for dignity, so that he will not be slandered by the sorcerer's sarcasm as vicious as the venom of the Chimera.

Karl's annoyed eyes swept up and down John's thin body, looking for a hole that could be made that was not fatal enough but could still see blood. Carl soon gave up, frustrated that he was breaking his oath by trying to hurt his companions.

He had set up the oath of non-betrayal in the first place to prevent internal strife, but who would have thought that he was the one who was eager to break the oath now. The Sun Team is somewhat different from the team of adventurers that Karl had envisioned. There is a dark and strange mysterious charm in this team, which makes the paladin's alarm bells ring but attracts his whole body and mind.

He swore that his loyalty to the sun had been challenged more in the past few days than in his entire life. On the day when he bid farewell to the sun and went deep into the underground city, his heart was still filled with a sense of honor for completing his sacred mission in the future. But now Karl was only worried about whether he would be burned to death by the great sun after he ended his exploration and returned to the sun.

Never break your oath, Karl warned himself in his heart.

Now, a bottle of potion to experience the power of the undead was placed in front of him, and the damn warlock's teasing sounded even more harsh.

"I will never drink it!" Carl said firmly.

"You really don't want to drink?"

"Don't even think about it!"

John took out the undead potion on his body and handed an extra bottle of potion to Jurgen.

"When he is bound by the tree mother's vines and unable to move, with toxins flowing in his veins and saplings getting into his nostrils, he will definitely regret not drinking this life-saving potion."

"I would rather be strangled to death." Karl gritted his teeth as if he was eating someone's flesh.

"Okay, we don't need to force it." Jurgen Mercer said softly, "There is no need for everyone to drink it. It is best to use these bottles of potion in batches to extend our stay in the heart of the tree. In the end A good solution is for one person to drink it and the others to follow. Let’s try it first.”

"Me alone, and then..." He looked at a few people, his eyes moved on the young man's face, Jurgen jumped over John, "Lightning! You prepare a bottle in case of accidents."

"Okay." The Crow Man actually refused to drink this potion, but Lightning knew in his heart that his team didn't have many options.

"John, give me your share." The dwarf thought he knew the physical condition of the warlock. Such a haggard body could not withstand the damage of the undead power.

John did not object. In fact, the Viltis warlock had doubts about whether the necromancy potion could work on his blessed body.

In this way, it becomes one bottle for the arakkoa and three bottles for the dwarves.

Without hesitation, Jurgen drank a bottle of undead potion.

Its effect was almost immediate, and John seemed to be able to see the power of the potion moving in Jurgen's body, from top to bottom.

The dwarf shuddered. His gray-white curly hair was visibly withered, like dried fish exposed to the sun and dehydrated, and its color turned a paler white. The hairband on the top of his head was broken after being frozen, and the braid spread out, like a broken lotus leaf, lying upside down on Jurgen's head. His thick beard fell off root by root, revealing his hidden rough chin. Blue-black blood vessels were exposed under his pale skin. His pupils were dilated and his eyeballs were out of focus like a corpse.

His body couldn't see any changes because of the clothes, but the horrifying cold air had already formed hoarfrost on the ground. Lightning and Karl felt the evil aura coming from the dwarf. Standing around him, they felt like they had wronged ghosts attached to them. on your own bare skin.

Death Druid Jurgen coughed twice, exhaling a gust of cold wind. His white eyes began to move, taking in the expressions of his companions. Finally, he faced John, and the dwarf was relieved by the warlock's uncontroversial expression.

"It feels like my brain is sealed in a piece of ice, but I'm still me."

The dwarf's voice was hoarse and low, and his words had a slow rhythm, as if he was speaking a strange dialect.

"Can your druid spell still work?" John was more concerned about this, otherwise turning a creature into a living corpse would not be a big deal to a warlock.

The dwarf raised his hand and took out a seed from his pocket. This action was two seconds slower than before. Everyone looked patiently at the seed, which lay in Jurgen's pale palm as if exposed on an ice sheet. Dark green magic emerged from the frozen soil, and even the ice and snow melted a little. The seeds germinated strongly in the green light, and bright yellow flowers bloomed.

Then wither, much more swiftly than natural death.

"It can be used, but it requires more effort. I feel that I am becoming more proficient. The power of the undead is slowly being consumed."

John breathed a sigh of relief.

"The potion is really effective and doesn't appear to have many side effects."

Jurgen nodded. After the transformation, he became taciturn. This was not a psychological effect, but the rhythm of communication was severely slowed down. His thinking speed obviously did not slow down, but his body was as slow as anesthesia.

"Then, there is only one thing left to be tested."

Several people's eyes shifted to the green wall in front of them. The withering halo's ability to restrain the tree mother was what the automaton had promised previously.

Jurgen lifted his boots, and the soles made a scraping sound when they came off the ground. During the short period of standing, a layer of ice slag had already condensed under his feet. The unhealthy paleness was like mold spreading on the wooden floor, leaving a trace of death at Jurgen's feet.

The dwarf approached the bush wall, and he stretched out his hand forward. The green plants that were unyielding in the face of the flames withered under the touch of the death druid. That palm seemed to be wrapped with invisible flames, and the plants that were close to it quickly withered and turned into white ash, and the scattered dust fell on its original root system, killing more of its own kind, like a plague. Within a few dozen minutes, it would appear that no plants are growing where the white ash exists.

The weeding effect is remarkable.

Jurgen's attempt had obvious results, and young people with strong receptive abilities also adapted to Jurgen's new changes and began to get used to his appearance.

"Can you chill it?" John handed his kettle to the dwarf.

"Don't drink cold drinks, you're weak." Jurgen's finger gently touched the bottom of the kettle.

Karl looked at the dwarf walking at the front of the team. He rubbed his chin and carefully looked at the side of the dwarf's beardless face. "Old man, I feel like you have become younger and more handsome."

"Get out, you brat."

Lightning walked behind the team and looked at the undead potion in his hand in surprise.

"Could it be that this can help me become more handsome?"

John rolled his eyes, destroying the arakkoa's dream.

"You'll lose your hair if you drink it. Dwarves lose their beards, arakkoa... I can't imagine it."

Lightning shivered, and couldn't imagine how his beautiful feathers would fall off. If all his feathers fell off, my God...

"I hope there is no accident and I will never have to use this potion."

The Paladin seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head and said to Lightning: "You know, I can imagine what it will look like. Our family will cook some big pheasants on special holidays."

"No!!!"

There was a touch on his arm, and Karl turned his head just in time to see the potion handed over by the death druid, the undead potion.

"No, I said..."

Jurgen, the Queen of the Undead, became silent and decisive. He stuffed the vial directly into Karl's pocket.

"Never give up on a chosen opportunity."

"This is another insurance policy."