After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

"I never thought that you would be willing to leave the cave and come to the mud in the sick village."

Facing the frightened Starscream, Clara, who had concealed her figure with magic, stood up calmly and patted the dirt on her body.

"Without her leading the way, I would not have left the cave." Cragg's face was full of anger, and the lower body of the spider form became redder and hotter with the change of emotions, "I never expected that I would have left Izaris You are still coming back. Besides, since you are already back, why don't you come in and meet me? Could it be that the appearance of me and the white spider stained your eyes?"

"Yes, we are not as far-sighted as you. We left our homeland before the destruction of Izaris to spread your ideals of magic, and we couldn't save ourselves from the disaster. In the end, we could only become like this. Obviously there is only a little distance , you would rather stay in this village and be with patients and mosquitoes every day than look back at us?"

Carragher was trembling all over, his long and pointed nails cut through his skin, and the bright red hot blood dripped down his fingers.The painful groans of the patients in the sick village and the sound of blood-sucking mosquitoes flapping their wings came with the wind, and the toxins spread little by little along the parts that touched the mud.

What a friendly family that used to be, but now it has become like this, which makes Craig feel more uncomfortable than killing her.

Amidst the repeated questions from her sisters, the witch wearing a wide-brimmed pointed hat stood up and pulled the brim of her hat, trying her best to hide her expression.

"Because, I don't know what I can say to you, and I don't know if I have the qualifications to face you." The female magician's voice was hoarse, with a hint of choking imperceptibly, "The first fire is about to go out, mother It was also out of good intentions that the experiment of recreating Chuhuo was carried out. Although the experiment failed, you have contributed to the world anyway."

"And me? I'm just a coward. Even if I saw the danger, I didn't firmly stop my mother. Instead, I left my hometown with the ideal of spreading the spell. It can be said that the destruction of Izaris is also my responsibility. You I have suffered so much, but I am alone, what right do I, a coward, have to come to see you?"

"It doesn't matter, I just want my sister to come home!"

After a short argument, there was a long silence. The emotional sisters fell silent at the same time, and the undead man saw two strands of tears rolling down their faces.

"Okay, I'll go home with you."

Clara said dryly, got up and left this dirty and poisonous quagmire.

……

In the hall surrounded by spider threads, a bunch of small flames were lit, and the three sisters of the Izaris witch who had gathered again lazily leaned together, their pretty faces showing a satisfied expression.

"This is the guy you want to recommend to me? It seems to be smarter than the stupid apprentice I accepted before."

"Of course, she is a descendant of our sisters, and the blood inherited from Izaris cannot be weaker than others. Moreover, she learned fire magic very quickly, which was shorter than the time it took me to learn it, even Not much different from you."

"Fire magic?" Clara straightened up, and this time she was really looking carefully at the undead who sat aside obediently, "She does have a breath similar to the life created by her mother, but I thought she was your vassal, I didn't expect her to come That's right. Little guy, what spells do you know?"

"Uh, I do have a lot of scrolls about these in my hand, but I can't read them all."

The nameless undead answered honestly, and took out the scroll.The box she left behind in the last reincarnation did contain a lot of theories about miracles, spells, and magic, but they were all too advanced, and she hadn't even laid a foundation at all. When she read those scrolls, she was reading the heavenly scriptures.

"Undead people always forget a lot of things. Even if you say you forgot your name, it's not a big deal." Clara casually flipped through the scroll on her lap, a smile couldn't help showing on her lips, but she quickly covered it up. Go on, "For the sake of these scrolls can inspire me, I will reluctantly teach you some basics first."

"You have to know that those who have not been able to see through my hidden magic before have not been qualified to teach me personally."

So, for hundreds of years, you have only accepted Zaraman, the king of spells, as an apprentice.

The nameless undead groaned silently, and in the dark cave, he bowed deeply to Karana.

……

The days of studying at Cragg's residence always flowed by unknowingly, and after the undead people integrated all the things in the scroll, it was time for the few of them to separate.

"I have nothing left to teach you."

The two witches said at the same time that there was a cleared space on the ground covered with spider silk, and all kinds of incomprehensible symbols were written on it with wooden sticks.

"Mr. Clara, and Mr. Cragg, I think I'm leaving."

The nameless undead man carried the small wooden box on his back, and stood barefoot on the soft spider silk. The combination of the gold-wrapped robe hood and the slender Izaris staff was completely the attire of the old Izaris witch.

Starscream moved his arm, then retracted it restrainedly.

"Where are you going?"

"Ring the bell, I have delayed too long. If I don't go to Anor Londo to get the King Artifact, I'm afraid the fire on the original furnace will be extinguished."

The nameless undead raised the corners of his lips, and said calmly, the black veil hanging from the hood covered the undead's ugly face, and at the same time covered up his turbulent emotions one by one.

"It seems that you are an undead who shouldered the mission of King Gewen, stupid apprentice."

Clara sat on the ground, turning her head with a blurred expression.

After leaving Izaris, she traveled all over the world, and only returned to Rhodeland in the past few decades. She has already seen through the essence of the undead's pilgrimage to Rhodeland, and she knows exactly what it means to ring the bell of awakening.

But Klara, who is the ancestor of spells, did not stop him because of this.

"Go quickly if you want to ring the bell, stupid apprentice, if you still can't complete your mission, no matter how much humanity you have, you will become a wandering spirit sooner or later."

Instead of being crazy to death at the end, it is better to do more meaningful things while you are rational, whether it is spreading fire or committing suicide, it is all carried out around this core goal.

"Of course I will, after all..." The witch's veil trembled a few times, as if it was the warm breath of a living person, "I have killed King Gwen next to the primordial fire more than 600 times."

"If this is the case, then I have a small request." Craig straightened his body suddenly, with hope shining in his eyes, "My sisters and mother are still in the ruins of Izaris , I want to ask you, I beg you, that my mother and my sisters rest in peace and end their suffering."

……

After the undead man rang the second bell wrapped in spider silk, he returned directly to the flame sacrificial field, and slowly stepped out from behind a low wall.

The dejected man in the corner seemed to have lifted his spirits, and was now packing his bags with great interest, as if he was going somewhere. When he saw a stranger coming out of the corner, he was obviously taken aback.

"You look very powerful, you won't be another guy who wants to ring the bell, right? But you are late, I have already heard someone ringing two wake-up bells just now."

The undead who changed into a suit: ...

"Haven't you noticed that I was the one who rang the two wake-up bells?"

The undead man, who was taught basic knowledge of spells and spells by the witches, simply lifted the veil, revealing the ferocious face underneath.The frustrated brother shook his hands to pack his things, and turned around with a stiff smile.

"It turned out to be you, no wonder you were able to strike it so smoothly." The discouraged brother happily put the shield on his back, as if he had regained his confidence, "I'm going to take risks elsewhere, and I'm older than you anyway. The earlier predecessors, I can't be compared to you in this respect."

"You want to go to Little Lund?"

"how do you know?"

"Don't ask why, I just know."

The nameless undead man dug out a long and thick sword from the box. The exquisite wolf head pattern made it look extraordinarily extraordinary, and the thick blade was wrapped with a hint of curse.At the same time, a large blue wolf-patterned shield almost like a tower shield and an iron ring-like ring were also taken out of the wooden box.

"Although it hits you hard, your equipment is not enough to pass Little Longde." The nameless undead man said in a flat tone, "Little Longde was once an ancient country, and once established a brilliant civilization in the age of flames, but there The king was bewitched, and the whole kingdom has since sunk underwater. Now there are ghosts and ghosts without bodies, and you will only be a meal for ghosts, and then you will become a wandering spirit, that's all."

"Is there nowhere for me to go?"

Brother Huxin's face puffed up, as if he was very dissatisfied with the merciless verbal attack of the unknown undead man.

"If there is no way to continue my mission, then sooner or later I will become a wandering spirit. At that time, I don't want to die under your hands."

"Wolf knight Artorius, one of the four great knights under King Gwen, was once ordered to clean up Little Lund. I was lucky enough to get some of the equipment he used. Since you want to go to Little Lund, take them to Little Lund. Lund, it can be regarded as fulfilling the previous mission. How about it, is it meaningful to go on an ultimate adventure wearing the glory of King Gwen's four knights?"

"Oh, you understand that the speed here is really fast. I can't compare to you at all." The frustrated brother complained, but he picked up the big sword without any delay in his movements, and from time to time he turned his head to look at it with great care. Blade face, "Forget it, it will be my credit to clean up Little Lund. After that, I will go home and never come here to take risks again."

"Yes, from now on, Rhodeland will have a legend about the Destroyer of Little Londo."

The nameless undead laughed, full of worries, she followed the warrior far behind when he went deep into Little Longde, and did not leave without worry until he successfully killed a female ghost and showed that his bravery had not faded. On the road to the ancient city of Sain.

Anor Londo, the old capital established by the gods, no matter what, she always has to go.

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