The Book of Hibernation

Not long ago, the temple found that the body of old Tarr was missing, and the tombs of Little Tarr and Emer also collapsed, but the bodies were still there.Of course, the clergy would have thought of the possibility of witchcraft being involved, so they dug out Little Tarr and Emer, temporarily moved them to an empty semi-underground tomb, set up guards, and arranged for magic alarms.

March had a detection spell, found the tomb all the way, cracked the alarm spell, and escaped all the guards with the help of the masking agent.

She stood in the tomb, looking at the two corpses wrapped in white cloth.The white cloth was new, and several wide leather ropes engraved with divine prayers were wrapped around it.

Her spells are all done.The blood alchemy took effect at different times, and the fiancé and younger brother might have been slower, so they were transferred away by the temple and bound with prayers.

March sighed.No wonder, today only Old Tal appeared as the swearer, while his younger brother and fiance were nowhere to be seen.

When she carefully removed the magic protection, Winter Thistle and Ryan also found the tomb.Although Winter Thistle doesn't know how to locate dead bodies, he can detect people who have also used masking agents like himself.

At first, even March didn't notice their arrival, so Winter Thistle took the initiative to pull Ryan to stand beside her.She was a necromancer, and Dong Ji didn't dare to touch her casually, so he used magic to put a small ball of light in front of her that would disappear instantly.

Sanyue was taken aback by the light ball, and then saw the two of them: "Why are you here too?"

Just as Ryan was about to speak, Winter Thistle glanced at him, and he closed his mouth tacitly.

Because, Winter Thistle noticed one thing before: March must have slipped away when they mentioned "my relative's name is Harman", and she didn't hear the rest of the conversation, so she really didn't know why the two of them Still follow here.

If she had heard the conversation afterwards, she would have understood why the two of them had followed, and there was no need to ask.

Although it was Ryan who wanted to inquire about the past, he was not very particular about his words after all... The two of them had communicated on the road, and it would be best if Winter Thistle was in charge of the negotiations.

Winter Thistle said to March: "I heard that your brother is a Templar Knight. So is my brother Ryan, although he is still on tour."

March said: "So what? They don't know each other."

Winter Thistle smiled bitterly: "The Knights of the Temple heard that their comrades encountered such misfortune. They will definitely not be indifferent. No matter whether they can find out the truth or not, they are very persistent anyway. They must try their best to find out what happened. No Do you know if your younger brother will also have this kind of personality?"

March unconsciously looked at Ryan.

Ryan frowned, thinking about what Winter Thistle meant.From Sanyue's point of view, his childish and serious expression gradually overlapped with the relatives in his memory.

She sighed: "Do you want to hear me continue to ask about the corpse?"

"If it's convenient," said Winter Thistle.

"It doesn't matter, just listen. Just don't get in my way."

She continued to cast spells, completely removing the magic protection.Suddenly, there was a muffled sound outside the tomb.It sounded like something falling down, dull and quiet, but enough to attract their attention.

Ryan drew his sword, stood at the only entrance of the tomb, and put on a guard posture.

The moment he stood still, a black shadow flashed outside the narrow door of the tomb.

Using the small lantern placed in the corner by March, they saw the appearance of the intruder—wearing a black cloak and leather armor, with the holy emblem of Otarot engraved on his chest, a mask on his face, and a short sleeve in his left hand. Sword, with a spike hammer in his right hand.

It's a dead hunter!Although he couldn't track March, he probably guessed that March would return to the cemetery.

The few of them were directly facing each other in the small tomb space, and under such circumstances, the effect of the masking agent was also very limited.

The masking agent can only interfere with perception, and cannot make the user completely invisible. If the opponent is too close to you, and the surrounding environment is monotonous, you cannot disappear in front of him.

Seeing the dead hunter, Winter Thistle took a few steps back in fright. Fortunately, Ryan was there this time, so he was a little relieved.

Winter Thistle was a little puzzled. There were guards from the temple near the tomb, and the three of them sneaked in with masking agents, so how did the dead hunters get in?

Thinking about it, Winter Thistle lowered her eyes and noticed the dagger and mace in the hunter's hand.

There was blood on the blade, but it was still very fresh from the color.

Now, Winter Thistle understood how he got in, and also understood what was going on with the muffled noise they heard just now.

Lane apparently noticed the blood, too.He asked loudly, "What did you do to the people outside?"

The masked hunter didn't answer, and there was a heavy exhalation sound from the mask, which seemed to be a sneer.

Then, the blood-stained mace drew a streak of silver light and attacked Ryan without hesitation.

Although Ryan is young, he is an apprentice knight who has received real military training after all.He dodged sideways nimbly, and immediately returned the blow with his longsword.

The hunter has weapons in both hands, and the attack frequency is different from that of ordinary long swords, which makes Ryan find it quite difficult to deal with.The tomb was small, and Ryan was afraid of hurting Winter Thistle, so he planned to force the hunter out of the door, but failed after several attempts, because the hunter's figure was very light and agile, and it was difficult for Ryan to predict his movements.

At the same time, the hunter should have seen that Ryan was stronger, so he seldom parried with weapons in the face of attacks, but dodged briskly every time.

While Lion was dealing with the hunter, Winter Thistle shrank to a corner of the tomb, and March threw herself next to the corpse, continuing to complete her spell.

This is the benefit of the masking agent. Although the hunter can see the three of them, once he focuses on Ryan, it is difficult for him to actively notice the other two.

As the magic protection was completely eliminated, the shroud of one of the corpses gradually turned black.It's not the blackness of dirt, but it's like being covered with a shadow.After the shadow covered the whole body of the corpse, the corpse turned into a transparent phantom and disappeared out of thin air.

Then, two ghostly flames lit up in the corner of the tomb.

When this thing appeared, the hunter was stunned for a moment. Ryan saw the opportunity, and slashed at his side with a sword. There was a corner behind the hunter, and he couldn't dodge it. The blade collided with the long sword, and the angle of the long sword was twisted, and the short sword was shaken out of the hunter's hand.

Ryan gradually realized that the enemy's attack and dodge were very quick and fierce, but his strength was not as great as imagined, which may be related to his thinner figure.

After knocking out one of the opponent's weapons, out of the sense of honor of the temple knights, Ryan decided to stop and communicate first: "It is a barbaric act to attack others without explaining, or even hurt innocent people. If you have any grievances with that lady , please state it, and together we can find a better solution."

The hunter didn't answer, but just pointed to his chest with his free finger.His leather armor is engraved with the holy symbol of Otarot, with silver dye embedded in the veins.

"Of course I know you're a dead hunter," Ryan said, "but even if you use faith as an excuse, you shouldn't hurt others without trial, especially a woman who is obviously weaker than you."

There was another chuckle from the hunter's mask.This time his voice was louder, and Ryan noticed something strange.

Then, the hunter reached his neck with one hand and pulled up the mask, revealing his true appearance.

Seeing that face, the first thing Ryan noticed was not the specific appearance, but the huge scar on the face.It was the scar left by the soldering iron, about the size of a fist, and some broken arcane characters could be vaguely seen on it. There were also a few fine knife marks on the scar, which seemed to be scratched on later to destroy the brand mark.

Then Ryan realized that it wasn't "he" but "she".This dead hunter is female.

"I am also a woman, so can I kill her?" The hunter said, "Little knight, I suggest you not to regard necromancers as 'weak women'. If you think so, you will suffer a loss sooner or later."

She has a frightening appearance, but her voice is as soft as that of ordinary women, which makes people feel a strange incongruity.

Ryan didn't want to answer her words, and of course he didn't want to move away. The hunter looked at him with a smile, turned the spike hammer in his hand, and was thinking about how to break through his block.

At this moment, Dong Ji walked up to the two of them on his own initiative.

He put his hands on his younger brother's shoulders to comfort him, then looked at the hunter: "Do you know necromancers well?"

Because he took the initiative to enter the field of vision, the hunter also noticed him: "What do you want to say?"

Winter Thistle said: "I advise you to put away your weapons first. You people are very stubborn, I know I can't make you give up attacking, I just advise you not to show hostility for the time being. If you know necromancers and If you know what that female necromancer is doing, then you should listen to my advice."

Hearing what he said, both Hunter and Ryan glanced at March.

Winter Thistle continued: "Maybe you can defeat a young knight, but are you confident that you can defeat the Sworn Sworn? I know that you will do anything to execute the necromancer, but if you do Do you lose your life if you don’t miss the target? You probably don’t like this.”

The hunter must have heard of what a vendetta is.She looked at the lingering fire floating in the tomb, and through the lingering fire, she also saw Sanyue next to her.

She hesitated for a while, and finally lowered the blade slowly, but still stared at March closely.

Those two ghostly fires approached Sanyue softly, hovered from her skirt to the front, and stopped on her shoulders for a moment like a bird.

In the end, You Huo stopped a step away from her, and the black shadows gradually gathered, forming a body for the eyes.

Although his body was scorched black and there were no clear facial features, Sanyue recognized him by his height and posture.This is her dead love, Emer.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call his name, but the precious communication opportunity should not be wasted like this, so she suppressed her emotions and asked the questions she had prepared:

"Who caused your death?"

Emer's voice sounded: "It's a group of strangers, strange killers."

"According to your judgment, why did they kill you?"

"Because I'm investigating the real cause of Frans' death and they don't want the truth to be known."

Frans Tull, or Frans Patrolman, March's younger brother, was the other corpse in the tomb.

March glanced at the corpse, then turned back, and asked Emer one last question: "What discoveries did you make during the investigation?"

Emer said: "France did die of a fever, but he never came into contact with a person with a fever. He didn't go on a fishing boat. There is no such thing as a fishing boat with sick people. Someone did it on purpose. Someone Infected him on purpose. Someone else killed him."

Having said that, he fell silent.The three questions have been asked, and from now on, the swearer will never speak again.

March still wants to ask those "others" and "someones" who they are, but she also understands that even if she can ask another question, there will probably be no result.

If Emer knew who the victim was, he would have called him by his name just now instead of using words like "others".

The shadow of the swearer gradually dissipated.Two balls of ghostly fire floated in front of March, paused on her cheeks, like an invisible kiss, and then moved into March's tearful eyes.

March took a deep breath, wiped away tears, approached the last corpse, knelt beside it, and stroked its forehead.

Her brother's body remained unresponsive.The shroud did not change color, nor did it change in any other way.

Dongji was afraid that the hunter would attack again, so she hurriedly asked Sanyue, "Should I wait a little longer?"

March shook his head: "Franz will not become a swearer. Blood refining will not work on him."

"why?"

"Originally they said that Frans died of illness... Emer also said just now that he was indeed infected with a fever," March said with a sob, "Although he was killed by someone, although someone did deliberately let him Infected, but he did die of illness... He didn't die from a violent conflict, nor did he face any enemies directly, even... He might not even know that someone was killing him... Such a dead person cannot respond Blood refining."

She knelt beside the corpse, moved her body forward, lifted the corpse's head, and placed it on her knees.

Then she took off the blood storage amber around her neck and placed it on the entity's forehead.

"So, now I'm going to use two other spells on him...both simpler spells," March said, "Manipulate corpses, and secondary backtracking. That's enough."

Winter Thistle knows the spell she speaks of.Manipulating corpses is the most basic necromantic spell, and backtracking is a high-level arcane spell. I'm afraid she can't master the highest usage and can only use secondary effects.

The secondary effect can make the deceased speak a sentence, which is the last sentence he left before dying.

The length of a sentence is about the time of dozens of heartbeats of a healthy person.

The practicality of this spell is not high.In most cases, the last words of the deceased do not contain important information, and more often they are just private topics, or even delirious ravings.

Sanyue pressed Xuepo to the forehead of the corpse with her palm, muttered and began to cast the spell.

Winter Thistle's attention was on this side, Ryan relaxed his tense muscles a little, and the dead hunter unexpectedly didn't do anything, just looked at her quietly.

The first thing that is done is manipulating the corpse.Following March's gesture, the corpse in the shroud sat up, rubbed against the ground, and turned slowly, facing March.

After the secondary backtracking was completed, Sanyue took out a finger-sized knife and carefully cut the sackcloth at the corpse's mouth.

The corpse has been dead for a long time, and the "mouth" is no longer the appearance of a normal mouth.Its bones made a crackling sound, and this sound gradually formed a pattern, turning into recognizable words:

"It hurts...I want to drink water...Mom, Mom, Mom...I miss Mom...It hurts, I miss Mom..."

March could no longer control her emotions, she threw herself on the corpse, hugged it tightly, and burst into tears.

Ryan's eyes were also a little moist.Winter Thistle took a few steps back, leaning against the stone brick wall of the tomb, gritting her teeth tightly.

Winter Ji felt cold all over, and felt a rather strange sense of panic in his heart.

In a daze, he returned to the past. At that time, he stood by the wall of the hut, shrunk his shoulders, and looked dull, watching the human woman clean up the corpse for his mother.

The human woman carried Ryan, who was still a baby, on her back, and Little Ryan cried loudly. Of course, his crying was because of hunger or discomfort, not because of the elf corpse lying on the bed.

Dong Ji, who was less than 19 years old, was frozen by the deafening crying, he did not step forward, and couldn't shed tears for a while.

Her mother, Jin Ye, was sick and weak all the year round. That night, she passed away in her sleep, seemingly peacefully.When everyone woke up, she was gone, no one said goodbye, no crying, no resentment, no explanation of the funeral.

Up to now, Dongji still remembers that if she had to go back to the "last sentence", then her last sentence was "Oh, it will probably be cloudy tomorrow, we still can't dry the red sword grass".

Sanyue cried uncontrollably, and the atmosphere in the entire tomb was dizzyingly heavy.Winter Ji was once again frozen by the cries of others, and was pulled back to the stiff emotions of the past.

It felt more like fear than sadness, too much for him to react.