The Book of Hibernation

After the carriage drove, March breathed a sigh of relief.

Winter Thistle asked, "How did you know I would pass by here?"

March said: "From the city to the almshouse, if you take a horse-drawn carriage, you must pass through this main road. Horse-drawn carriages cannot go on other small roads. There are so many people here, and it is not uncommon for women to stand by the roadside at night. I guess the time is almost the same." , I’ll wait here. When we met last time, I already knew that you were Anaconda’s subordinate. His carriage had the emblem of the Ten Sail Street Chamber of Commerce on it, so I only stayed close to the carriage of the Chamber of Commerce. Just pretend to be a down-and-out Liu Ying, apologize and leave."

"So it's like this..." Dong Ji said, "You said just now that the poorhouse is not safe?"

"Yes, someone is going to kill me." March said, "Don't worry, that man hasn't been to the market inside the poorhouse, and he can't get in. But he's been wandering outside, and after I left the poorhouse I dare not go back."

Winter Thistle said, "He didn't follow you, did he?"

Sanyue said: "Not yet, I have checked with spells..." She paused, "I said that someone is going to kill me, you are not surprised at all?"

Only then did Dongji realize that he was not surprised at all.After all, he had seen the three graves and heard about their suspicious deaths.March is looking for a corpse, if someone wants to kill her at this time, Winter Thistle's first reaction is that someone kills her to silence her.

In fact, Dong Ji doesn't really want to talk to her about these things, if she tells any secrets, he won't listen, and it won't matter if he doesn't listen.

So he said: "After all, you are a necromancer, and most people are not tolerant of you."

March nodded: "Yes, you are right. The one who chased me was a dead hunter."

"Dead Hunter?"

"Yes. Before I even arrived in Harbor City, he had his eye on me. Don't worry, he didn't know what I was going to do, and he didn't know that I was going to the cemetery to find the corpses of relatives. Those dead hunters didn't bother to investigate the dead. The purpose of the master, for them, as long as they are a necromancer, they should die."

Winter Thistle was really a little surprised this time.It turned out that it wasn't the family enemy who wanted to kill her, but the hunter of the dead who was chasing and killing the spiritual master?

Many spellcasters have heard of the group "Dead Hunters."These people are basically from the Northwest, from areas where the God of Silence is widely believed.

The believers of the God of Silence are very hostile to necromancers, and the temple will hunt and judge those who blaspheme life and death all year round.But the hunters of the dead are not temple knights, nor are they priests, nor are they any priests, they are just ordinary people who voluntarily live like this.

It is said that the hunters of the dead have all been attacked by undead creatures, and even lost their families and loved ones because of this.Although they are not priests, they hate necromancers more than priests. They are hostile to desecration of death, are committed to destroying any form of undead creatures, and reject all necromantic knowledge, even if the caster claims to be harmless.

Most of the dead hunters are active in the north, and their main range of action is the city of North Star and Ord. They rarely go southeast, and they basically don't come to the coastal areas.Because the countries and city-states in this area mainly believe in day patrollers, they don't even have the temple of the silent god.

Believers of the Three Good Gods can get along well and respect each other, but respect is nothing but respect. Their internal teachings are different, so their behavior styles are very different.

Winter Thistle was raised by her mother to be a rare unbelievers.He grew up reading his mother's collection of books, and he also read a lot about the silent god.

When he was young, he took it for granted that the teachings of the Day Watchers were stricter, while the God of Silence sounded more gentle and generous... Later, as he grew older, Winter Thistle gradually discovered that the actual situation was quite the opposite.

Although the Temple of Day also pays attention to fighting evil, they are relatively tolerant of necromantic magic.They believe that the school does not distinguish between good and evil, and only the specific behavior of people can distinguish between good and evil.

The God of Silence sounds related to death, and its believers seem more gentle and low-key. In fact, they hate undead creatures and the school of necromancy the most.Any place where there is a temple of silence is a forbidden area for necromancers.

Captured necromancers will be judged, and even the least guilty will have your hands and vocal cords crippled, rendering you unable to cast spells for life.

Winter Thistle doesn't often read books on religious studies. His own explanation is: Otarot is concerned with death, while Necromancy is confusing life and death.Probably this is tantamount to competing with God for business.

Not only certain schools of thought are under control, but also refiners are often under pressure in this regard.Since about a few years ago, the countries along the Khiva River have embargoed a batch of spell-casting materials that can be used in the Necromancy School.No transportation, no trading, no harvesting.As a result, refiners could not obtain these consumables, and many experiments could not continue.

There are a lot of reasons behind this, and Winter Thistle didn't remember all of them, he only remembered that the ones who pushed this ban were the followers of the God of Silence.

Winter Thistle is in Sandonia, where the school of necromancy is not so strict, so he became more courageous, bought all kinds of materials he could find, and even did a little business with necromancers... Now, when he suddenly heard that there was a dead hunter, he was in a panic.

He didn't really get in touch with the dead hunters, he only knew that they were rougher and harder to communicate with than the knights of the Temple of Silence.

At least the Templars will obey the customs and laws of each place, and the dead hunters don't care about this.

Winter Thistle clasped her left finger with her right hand, squeezed the ring Aldin gave him all the way, and there were marks on her left thumb.

In Harbor City, as long as he wears this ring, the hooligans will definitely not dare to hurt him... But what about the dead hunter?Those fanatics definitely don't care so much...

March called him a few times, and finally gave him a nudge.Only then did Dongji come back to her senses, and raised her head.

While he was restless all the way, March had put on the dark traveling cloak again, and wiped off the bright red lipstick from his mouth.

March said: "We are here. Just now your coachman knocked on the door, but you ignored him, and he didn't make any more noise."

Dongji nodded, and told Sanyue not to move, he went out to have a look first.

The carriage has already driven to the vicinity of the Temple of the Day Patroller.Small orbs of magical light adorn the temple building, while the rest of the surrounding area is pitch black.There is a certain distance between the cemetery and the shrine. To get off the carriage from here, you have to cross a few more paths.

Dong Ji stood under the carriage in a daze, but Sanyue suddenly pushed him away and jumped off the carriage.

"Give me something." March held out her hand to him.

Winter Thistle untied the small cloth bag from her waist and handed it to her.March took out the blood amber from the French storage, smiled with satisfaction, hung it around her neck, hung the flat bottle containing Shrike heart powder on her waist, loosened the bottle cap a little, and then looked at the winter thistle , Apply the black scopolamine ointment on the eyebrows, under the tongue, hands, and heart.

When she reached into her collar, Winter Thistle turned her head away.March said with a smile: "Okay, you can go back. Thank you."

Are you going to wake up the corpse?Winter Thistle wanted to ask this question, but he kept watching his surroundings nervously, for fear that someone would rush over and attack them.

Sanyue didn't wait for Dong Ji to react, and left the road alone, walking towards the dark path.

Winter Ji was worried about letting her go alone, so he told the coachman to move the carriage away and wait for him on the street they passed by.The coachman didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, turned the carriage and left.

Winter Thistle followed March to the graveyard.March turned around and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

Winter Thistle said, "Just go about your own business. I'll keep watch nearby."

"No need. You have helped enough. You go."

"Casting spells requires a high degree of concentration, especially the kind of thing you want to do... I am also a spell caster, and I understand. If someone comes, you won't be able to find it at all."

March smiled: "Are you a battle mage?"

"No."

"You can't beat the dead hunter, so what are you doing here?"

Dongji followed her quickly, pinching the ring again: "I...my employer is more prestigious, if I am in danger, maybe that person would not dare to kill me..."

In fact, he didn't expect much from it.Aldin only knew that he had gone to the poorhouse, not that he had come to the cemetery at night.

Moreover, if it is a fanatic who is facing danger, Aldin may not be willing to protect him...

Thinking of this, Dongji suddenly felt sick to himself, he wanted to keep a distance from Aldin, and hoped to be sheltered at critical moments... There is no such good thing in the world.

Although frightened, Dongji followed Sanyue all the way and did not leave.Sanyue only knows that her relatives are in the cemetery, but she is not familiar with the specific locations of the three graves. Sometimes she has to stop and hesitate for a moment.Just as Winter Thistle was about to show her the way, she had already found the right direction with the black pendulum in her hand.

When approaching the destination, March stopped and said to Dong Ji: "Don't come here again. If you want to watch the wind for me, you can stay here and watch from a distance, don't get too close to me."

Winter Thistle nodded.

Sanyue sighed, and finally warned: "In case there is any danger, just make some noise and leave quickly. Don't come looking for me, and don't say you know me."

So the winter thistle stayed where it was.There happened to be two trees nearby, and at first he wanted to hide under them, using darker shadows to hide himself, but then he thought it would be bad to hide.He had to stand in a conspicuous place, so that when others approached, they would not notice March first.

He decided not to hide and just stood by the roadside.

Winter Thistle silently planned: If he really meets a dead hunter, he can find a way to make up lies to delay the time.After all, he is indeed not a necromancer, and the other party may not necessarily kill him.

But Sanyue is different. She wears a dark-colored robe and carries Necronomicon items on her body, looking for corpses in the cemetery in the middle of the night... This is too typical, let alone a dead hunter, even a farmer can spot her Is a necromancer.

The cemetery was pitch black, and soon Winter Thistle could no longer see March.

Winter Thistle was so tense that his whole body tensed up, he asked himself to relax a bit and observe his surroundings calmly.In order to relax, he began to think about the spells he wanted to use in March: Shrike heart powder, black scopolamine paste, and blood storage amber are not all the materials needed for the spells, they are just more difficult to obtain. Based on these three things, Combined with different potions and different spells, the final effect can point to several different high-level arcane spells, some of which Winter Thistle knows about, and some of which may not even be seen by him...

Thinking about spells, he did gradually relax.Because the more he thought about it, the more he devoted himself, he didn't even realize that he had lost his mind.

Until a scream came from the darkness.

Dongji shuddered, and immediately ran towards the depths of the cemetery.Although Sanyue told him not to come over, he didn't think much about it at the moment.

A figure stood near Old Tar's grave.The figure is relatively tall, definitely not March.

After Winter Thistle approached, the figure also spotted him.The other party didn't seem to mind another person, so he neither hid nor attacked him, but continued to walk slowly towards the grave.

Old Tal's tombstone fell to the ground, and the tomb collapsed. Sanyue sat in the decayed coffin, holding the skull of the corpse to his chest with both hands.

The reason Dongji could see that it was a head was because the Chufa Xuepo on Sanyue's neck was emitting a faint red light.

Winter Thistle ran and threw herself down beside the tombstone, just between the hunter and the grave.He raised his head out of breath, and only then did he see the appearance of the dead hunter.

It is said to "see clearly", but in fact, you can't see the appearance.The clothes and leather armor on the hunter are both black. The holy emblem of Otarot is engraved on the chest of the leather armor, and the engraving is filled with silver paint, which is particularly conspicuous against the black leather.His head is completely covered in a thin suede bag with only three holes left, like a weird scarecrow.

The hunter also wore black leather gloves on both hands, holding a tapered short dagger in his left hand, and a black mace in his right hand.

Winter Thistle looked at Hammerhead, but there was no reflection on it, and it seemed that it was not stained with blood.He was a little relieved, and summoned up the courage to shout: "This is a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding! Don't hurt her!"

The hunter didn't answer, and only stopped for a moment.When he stepped forward again, Winter Thistle jumped up and turned and ran. The hunter swung the mace, but was blocked by a puff of smoke, and the blow missed.

That is not ordinary sand or powder, but thick black mist like ink.After being surrounded by it, there was no light in sight, and even the sound disappeared.

In the darkness that cut off his senses, the hunter couldn't tell the direction. He rushed towards a place at random, but the black mist moved with him and continued to envelope him.

Winter Thistle threw herself down beside the grave, and stretched out her hand to March, trying to pull her out.But March didn't respond, not even looking at him.

She was chanting the spell in a low voice, her eyes were empty, and she was in the high concentration of the casting process.

Although the effect of the black mist on the enemy is good, it can't last for too long, and it will dissipate by itself after counting down a few numbers.Winter Thistle didn't have enough on her body to make up for another spell.

"March! Let's go!" Winter Ji simply jumped into the grave, grabbed March by the armpit, trying to lift her up from the coffin.Although Sanyue was thin, Dongji didn't have much strength, so he couldn't hug her up.

When Dongji was in trouble, Sanyue finally came to her senses.She let out a small cry, and reached for the spell-casting material at her waist.Winter Thistle followed her line of sight. The hunter had already got rid of the black mist and was rushing towards the grave.

Just when the hunter was about to jump into the grave, suddenly an arrow flew.He turned around a bit, and dodged, but before he could stand still, another arrow stuck at his feet.

The hunter swung his mace and knocked down several arrows that came in succession.He dodged an arrow that nearly hit his left shoulder, but his right thigh was wiped with blood.

The hunter was forced to retreat a certain distance, and Winter Ji was in the grave, and his figure could no longer be seen.

At the same time, there was a sound of hooves and footsteps in the distance.

Then, Dong Ji heard a familiar voice: "Okay, don't chase anymore."

The surroundings gradually quieted down.The sound of heavy leather boots sounded, and he approached the grave step by step.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." Aldin knelt down and stretched out his hand to Winter Thistle, whose shoulders were curled up.