Shadow Covenant

Chapter 178 "Woody"

At this moment, Cecil on the side couldn't help asking curiously.

"This unknown ore was obtained from the baron's corpse. I don't know what it is. The detection aura tells me that it is very valuable. Woody, do you know it?"

After the previous conversation, Cecil had already been greatly prepared for Woody's erudition, so when he saw him seriously looking at the ore that she couldn't analyze, she was not too surprised. It's more about curiosity, so as to fill the inner thirst for knowledge, which is a common problem as a spellcaster.

"This is a soul spar from the Nine Hells. It is produced in Avernas, Dis, Minauros and other places. It is also a unique mineral near the Styx."

When Woody answered, the focus of his eyes was on this good-quality soul spar, and his tone was not too impatient, but he introduced the origin of the soul spar to her very methodically.

This type of ore is related to the "River of Styx", the destination of all the dead and souls. This river of death and finality can be seen in every plane, and the Nine Hells are no exception. The River of Styx runs through this representative order The plane of the evil camp also sends countless souls that are not accepted by the kingdom of God to this plane.

Near the pier of the River Styx in Avernas to this day, you can see tens of thousands of spiked demons adhering to the duties of "fisherman", floating in the middle of the River Styx on a white bone boat paved with bones, and then using Bone harpoons full of barbs, or fishing nets cast into the murky Styx, day after day, night after night.

In this way, countless translucent souls were caught ashore by the devil one by one amidst howling, ended their wandering career, and turned into the most effective soul bargaining chips that can be used in the abyss and hell. The soul left in the underworld, even if the final destination is not caught by the devil, will be turned into the nourishment of this river in the rushing river full of death breath, and the soul spar comes from the soul turned into nourishment Finally, the products produced by decomposition are simply the shell left by the cicada after it fades away.

Latecomers can easily process it into the best medium that can trap souls, and of course, it is also the most suitable environment for souls to live in. However, the production of Lich's phylactery requires a large number of soul crystals to serve as phylactery The core of the ontology...

"Soul!"

After hearing this, Cecil had a feeling of enlightenment on his face, thinking in his heart that it was no wonder that when he touched it, he felt a chilly feeling, which should be what the teacher called negative energy erosion.

"I thought it was something, by the way, can you use it?"

Cecil continued to ask.

"Well, it works for me!"

Woody didn't hide his need for the soul stone, at least he was willing to pay something for it, because it would really save him time, and if that ritual really worked out, he would have a "Experience baby" anytime, anywhere.

That's right, the most useful and widely spread soul spar is to imprison the soul, from ordinary mortals to gods on high, and all beings are equal in the face of death.

Woody's plan is to transfer the divinity of the spider goddess combined with the natural shrine to the soul crystal through a ceremony. In this way, not only will the natural shrine be liberated, but also the goddess' divinity can be completely fixed in the soul crystal. Among the stones, there will never be future troubles.

If in the future his strength is strong enough to find a way to obliterate this divinity, then the soul spar that imprisoned him will be converted into an experience gem in an instant.

It doesn't need to be too high, after he advances to become a disaster blade, he should be able to start to deal with this sudden spider divinity.

"That's good!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Cecil's face, as if he was sincerely happy that this soul spar could help him.

"Let's take these gold coins as compensation. This should be the most valuable thing in it."

Woody didn't want to take advantage of people, he took as much as he made. Cecil's loss to the caravan tonight was not small, and what he got was enough. Such a large soul gem was at the plane merchant. The selling price has always been more than 5000 gold coins, which is still of poor quality. Like Woody, which is blood red, it can be regarded as the top grade among the high-quality products. It is a high-quality choice, and there is a lot of premium.

Cecil nodded and didn't refuse, or the two of them didn't take this little money to heart, not to mention that the two sides have not had the habit of being courteous to each other since they were born, so they talked very quickly.

When Woody walked out of the baron's manor with the soul spar, the hustle and bustle outside seemed to be much higher because of the town guards who left the manor in front. This time, almost everyone who participated in the night guard battle got a share A lot of money is worth two or three years of income in previous years.

Although many people died tonight, only the living can speak.

……

"How is this going?"

When Woody was walking back to the carriage camp, he saw a group of people gathered in the middle of the square, and the children were playing around. The demon hunter's vision and memory beyond ordinary people made him discover that at this moment in the town, there was There were a few more faces of outsiders, and he randomly asked a small town resident who had just returned from the square.

After receiving a silver coin spinning in the air from Woody, the honest town resident's eyes lit up immediately, and he held the silver coin tightly at first, as if loosening a little gap would allow it to slip away , and then bowed to say hello with a smile on his face.

"This lord is a group of small caravans from other places. They seem to have been attacked by monsters and came here to seek shelter."

Woody took a quick glance and found that there were several carriages loaded with goods parked around the square. The blood on the oilcloth hadn't been wiped off in time, and it was obvious that he had also experienced a battle.

The sudden appearance of people aroused Woody's curiosity. He also stepped forward to check and found that they were selling some residents' daily necessities. The businessman was a short male halfling with hairy hands and feet, and he spoke smartly. And cute.

While telling the story of what happened during the battle just now that there are dangers everywhere, he sells to everyone the daily necessities he purchased from other places, some logging tools, as well as hunting, maintenance and other utensils, plus his scattered other goods. Not specifically targeted.

Obviously, unlike the purposeful Angry Winter Merchant Group, this is a merchant carriage that shuttles between city-states and small towns. It is similar to wandering merchants. It has no general goal, and it doesn't matter where it goes.

Behind the halfling is a human warrior resting with a sword in his hand. On the arm and under the leather armor on the chest, white gauze oozing blood can be vaguely seen. It is normal to be injured in an adventure, let alone just now Such a brutal battle, but what Woody was slightly concerned about was that the person in front of him had a brave aura, more like a soldier than a guard.

There are also a few other guards sitting on the other side of the square fountain to rest. They also have injuries on their bodies, and the aura exuding from their bodies is also solemn and majestic. , Their gazes looked at one of them intentionally or unintentionally. Woody followed his gaze and found that in addition to these guards, this merchant team also had a teammate, a figure shuttled through the crowd, holding a harp. The Bard has a beautiful face and is indistinguishable from male and female, but judging from her voice, she is a woman with slightly pointed ears. She is obviously a half-elf, and her attire is the same as that of the most ordinary adventurer, with robes and shawls, everything is available.

She seemed to be collecting something, but the harp, a musical instrument she was holding, made Woody think of the huge organization that spanned the entire Terra in the previous life, the Harper Alliance.

Almost all bards who travel to goodness are his eyes and ears. This organization is committed to implementing justice and fighting evil, especially for evil churches or organizations that try to subvert the regimes of various kingdoms of Terra. Of course, the members of the organization are not all There are bards, and rangers and scouts, and some priests and paladins of the Temple of the Good God.

As she approached, Woody also heard clearly what she was asking.

"Excuse me, what does it look like when you see that demon figure?"

"Who else showed up at that time?"

"Oh? There are two giant dragons and how many humans? What color is the dragon? Can you see what color clothes they are wearing? Did you hear what they said?"

"Can't you hear me? It's okay, thank you."

……

The simple dialogue allowed Woody to immediately understand what the bard was doing.

Accumulate materials!

Commonly known as looking for inspiration and going out to collect materials.

Many bards have the attributes of novel authors. They like to weave what they see and hear into stories or poems one after another, and then spread them out. Many famous heroic stories in Asenland are derived from this. Come, but this time Woody bumped into it.

It's very ordinary, just a little strange configuration of the adventure team. After observing it again, Woody intends to leave here. After all, he has visited all the stalls on the halfling, and there is nothing he wants.

However, before he was two steps away, a gentle call came from behind him.

"Mr. Excuse me, can you wait a moment? I have some questions I want to ask."

"They said that you are a member of the Nudong Merchant Group, I would like to take this opportunity to ask about it."

Hearing this voice, Woody knew without turning his head that it was the bard who was asking around, but he didn't know why he was staring at him. It was probably his eyes. Maybe it was the local bard. The townspeople recognized it.

In response, Woody could only turn around and smile apologetically.

"I don't know much, so if you want to ask anything, just ask."

It's nothing at all. Woody doesn't mind adding some material to a person. Of course, he knows what he can and cannot say.

"Thank you, my name is Louise."

"Woody."

After a brief self-introduction, the bard named Louise asked about the situation again.

Woody replied without hesitation.

"It's a golden dragon and a silver dragon. You must have known it among other people."

"Yeah, so I want to know more."

"Then it's going to be a long story..."

Woody took the lead in slowly introducing the various characters who appeared on the stage. These things cannot be hidden from those who are interested, not to mention that the wider the spread of news, the better it is for him. Instead, it can deter those who hide in the dark.

During the narration, Woody appropriately added his knowledge of those legends, and also described the power of the Thousand Towers Society and the exquisite craftsmanship of the golem.

"Just like that, everyone, including the demon, disappeared. In the end, it became like this. The monster receded, and everyone was safe."

Woody's ending didn't seem to satisfy the bard. Her expression was slightly helpless and she sighed, because almost everyone was paying attention to the battle at that time, for fear of missing a second, so she had already said these words in many people's mouths. Got it, it's just that what Woody said is a little more detailed, but she still wants to know more details, not some basics, so she will only get a story that has no association and highlights.

If possible, she most hopes that there will be some kindness and hatred behind this battle.

Instead of appearing suddenly and then disappearing suddenly.

The stories of heroes are all the same, but what really touches the heart is the sense of substitution in the final analysis. She hopes to obtain a low-level perspective.

But she also knew that these had nothing to do with the stranger in front of her, so she still smiled happily to express her gratitude.

Seeing the back of that person leaving, the bard stretched his slightly sore waist, pulled himself together, and continued to ask the next person.

What happened tonight was the most high-end and magnificent battle she had encountered since her adventure, and she would never allow the trip she had worked so hard for to come to naught.

"It's a pity that Uncle Ruge told me not to go to the vicinity of the business group's residence to inquire. It's not safe. Otherwise, I might be able to learn more."

Louise couldn't help being discouraged, but she also knew that her trip had caused them a lot of trouble. The group of father's guards were all injured, and if she insisted on going, she would obviously be sorry for them, so Louise still The scope of your inquiry is only around the square.

However, in the next few inquiries, Louise's good luck seemed to come. When she interviewed the relevant personnel in the tavern at that time, the situation changed.

And this time, she also heard another story hidden under the legend from other people's mouths.

Soon, the story of the pressing of the anthropoid tribe, the depravity and struggle of the baron in the small town, and the role played by the Angry Winter Merchant Group, all made the bard who had never experienced too many adventures listen to it like crazy Drunken, and she keenly discovered that the stories told by the townspeople included seeing through the baron's butler, those who wanted to poison the mushroom soup to murder the business group, and those who were the first to discover the strange shape of the southern wall of the town, and then killed them. Among the crowd of apes, there is a shadow of the target.

"Then do you know who his name is?"

The simple and honest blacksmith who was interviewed scratched his head and said.

"I don't know, I vaguely heard them calling him "Woody." ""

"Woody?"

"Well, it seems to be the name."

After hearing what the person in front of her said, Louise's heart tightened suddenly, because he immediately recalled the black-haired man who answered his interview with a slight smile just now.

he……

Also called Woody.

(End of this chapter)