Shaman from Afar

"Snapped--!"

When he saw the bottle in Salika's hand, Loren's brain was blank, and he didn't want to step forward directly, suddenly knocking down the crystal bottle in the girl's hand.

The delicate bottle shattered and even sprinkled the ground with bright red liquid.

"Ah?" Sally Karan froze for a moment, then immediately showed an angry expression, and she would draw up the knife on the spot: "What are you doing ?!"

"stop!"

Loren shouted sharply, and the indifferent expression made the girl startle: "Don't touch it if you don't want to die!"

The scared Selika swallowed a bit and subconsciously retreated half a step; Eckert glanced at her next side and silently retracted her right hand pressed on the hilt.

The noise from the camp came from the outside, but there was a terrible silence in the camp.

The indifferent black wizard knelt down on one knee without saying a word; fear, shock, and clear ... the mixed emotions made his cheeks twitch slightly, staring at the pool of liquid on the ground.

Holy Blood Potion ... Sure enough, it really is you.

Farnesis.

Raising his left hand slowly, Loren gently snapped his fingers, and the flashing "Fire of Turin" was like a drop of water, falling from his fingertips, and fell precisely to the center of the "liquid" stall. .

The next second, Eckert and Sallyka's eyes widened at the same time, revealing an incredible expression.

The liquid on the ground did not burn, but it seemed to be frozen, with a disgusting and terrible smell. It smelled like ...

It was like digesting ... Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit, his expression heavy to the extreme.

The power of the void follows a principle that both crush the weak and powerful-in the face of the more powerful force of the void, the weak will not respond, or be twisted into another form of existence by the rules of the powerful.

Flames can become liquids, combustion can solidify into ice ... and so on.

"Well, what the **** is this ?!" The stunned Sallyka suddenly shivered for no reason, biting her lower lip: "Poison?"

Although the Earl of the Fury Castle had not spoken, the face was as heavy as water, his expression dignified to the extreme.

"This is ... ten thousand times more terrible than poison."

With a long sigh, Loren's indifferent expression recalled while sarcastically saying: "Drink it, you can live forever, any wounds-even fatal wounds, even if chopped into pieces Regain the original state in the blink of an eye. "

"What's the price?" Eckert frowned, staring at his duke.

"Your consciousness, soul ... will be completely torn into pieces by it." Loren's eyes are heavy: "You will become a walking dead, a monster, and even ... some kind of 'more terrible existence' sacrifice."

Sarika was horrified, her face ugly to the extreme.

"Salika!"

"Ah ?!" The girl froze.

"How much is left besides this bottle ?!" Loren, who had recovered, slammed her shoulders, and the carefree girl was "supposed" like a wounded cat at this moment:

"Except for the bottle you brought, how much is left? Where is it, has it been touched?"

"I, I ... this is the first of my bodyguards, so I wanted to surprise you first ..." Salika was helpless: "He, they may have begun to split ..."

"Then call them back quickly and find Ain!" Almost with his face close to his face, Loren screamed at her: "Anyone! No! Not allowed! Touch this thing again! Do you understand?"

"Clear, understand--"

Panic-stricken, Salika almost escaped from the camp.

Looking at her leaving, Loren closed his eyes and couldn't help sighing again.

"It's too late." Eckert said silently:

"Even if Miss Sallyka can arrive in time, those guards may have long been ..."

"I also know that it's too late." Loren shook his head, his expression very helpless: "But it's always a try, one that can save the next one."

"The most important thing is that this thing cannot be allowed to spread in the barracks-otherwise, it will be all over!"

Ector lowered his head, his heavy eyes swept over the black wizard's expression.

This is not an exaggerated rhetoric. The moment he saw Loren's face, he understood that his Duke was telling a fact.

At the round table, he also investigated the details of Loren Turin ... Although the empire blocked the news in a timely manner, after all, it involved the capital city of a Principality; it was impossible to keep it secret.

What happened to the "Disaster of Ebdon" is now a well-known secret among the lords everywhere.

If the "Wizard City" is too far away, then the Red Blood Castle and the so-called "Blood Sect" are vividly remembered and were born in Bain's own land!

These are packed in exquisite crystal bottles, with bright colors and attractive flavor; they can set off a heresy riot and easily destroy half of the city.

Absolutely, it cannot be allowed to exist in Byrne's army ... No, it must not be allowed to exist in this world!

"What kind of person would it be whimsical to make such a terrible thing?" Eckert shook his head, staring suspiciously at the solidified liquid on the ground: "They have no awe of this world, of faith ... ?"

"……probably."

Thinking of Isaac's evaluation of the Holy Cross and the church, Loren reluctantly twitched his mouth: "But the people who often let monsters be born in the world only have some kind of simple or wishful thinking."

"But what we should be alert to are those who know how to use monsters and don't care about the consequences; those people ... they are real monsters."

"The blade is not worthy of fear, it is the hand holding the sword that needs to be feared." Eckert slightly bowed his eyes, a little clear in his eyes: "So the Centaur War is just an irrelevant surface ... we really want to fight Is it a terrifying monster? "

Loren gritted his teeth and flashed a figure in a black robe: "No, it's not just a monster."

It is the monster that can make the evil spirits feel frightened.

Ector raised his head, and he faintly noticed that Loren ... seemed to know more.

Just as he was preparing to ask questions, a hurried figure suddenly broke into the camp tent-a close associate of Sallyka Jonah, the commander of Silver Armor, and his expression was very ugly:

"Duke, people ... have found it."

The dignified Loren glanced back at Eckert, and the two rushed out of the camp with the commander at the same time.

…………………………………………

In the middle of the empty camp, dozens of silver armoured riders were tied to the stanchion by iron chains; the screams of heart-breaking lungs, and the expression of pain and grief, shocked everyone's soul.

Many people do n’t even know what happened; but when they saw the screaming knights bitten their tongues and lips in pain, they struggled to break their bones, and the blood vessels on their faces and necks were completely protruding , Clearly visible, when bloodshot eyes fell out of the eye socket ...

All the dumbfounded, unknown people were quiet.

Silently, with tears in the face, Salika Jonah stopped Loren and the bodyguard behind him, grabbed the torch and the kerosene in one hand, and personally ignited those who were still struggling desperately. Robe

The fire was skyrocketing, and the silver armoured riders in the blazing flames were still struggling desperately-even if the flesh melted and the bones turned into coke, the power of the Holy Blood Elixir would prevent them from dying immediately.

Against the blazing fire, the girl pressed Xueliang's blade to her right hand, her silver teeth clenched tightly, and cut her palms bit by bit. Dark red blood flowed to the ground along the blade.

The next second, she opened her palms, and it was obvious that the bone wound was aimed at everyone:

"With the Holy Cross and the blood of Jonah, I swear here:

No matter who it is, how terrible it is, how much it scares human rights;

I will find him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ kill him

No matter how much the price is paid, by what means,

I will find him and kill him! "

Punching fist violently, the girl was shaking steadily all over ... but that was not fear, not trembling.

Senran's cold words, wrapped in anger and turbulent fire:

"I will find him ...

kill him! "...

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