I am a god in another world

"Here." The young sailor soldier responded, looking at Gavin with a piercing gaze, which could not be concealed.

The other party looked nearly ten years younger than him.

But the abilities he showed in all aspects were beyond his reach, and he felt that he had lived a dog's life for more than 20 years.

Another reason why the young sailor soldiers led by him liked Gavin more was that he gave them a second chance.

Many of them had their arms and legs torn off when fighting against vampires. If it weren't for the vampire nemesis that Gavin took out, they would have become disabled.

The circular scar left by the limited regeneration technique not only did not make them feel inferior, but made them regard it as a symbol of honor.

"From now on, I officially appoint you as the captain of the remaining team, and this sword is given to you." Gavin took out the magic sword, and after completing the ceremony of enthronement, he handed it to Craig.

This +2 magic sword has a sharp effect. In the hands of a warrior, it is a small top-grade item. It was originally taken from Oster.

Now in his hands, it is almost useless and takes up space in the space bag for nothing.

It is better to take the opportunity to win people's hearts.

"Yes, thank you, Lord, for the sword." Craig took the magic sword respectfully, with excitement on his face.

Good weapons are what every warrior desires.

Magic weapons are even more rare.

Although they came from the Royal Navy of Tethyr, the royal family at that time had been in decline for a long time and could not take care of themselves, let alone support and equip them.

It is not so easy to be the last watcher. Most of their supplies and weapons were snatched from the hands of pirates.

Many equipment were lost with the sinking of the Watcher.

Only Copperfield had a few pieces left.

After the other party took over the magic sword, Gavin made further arrangements: "These two enlightened trees will be transferred to your command, and will accompany you to escort the women and children to the Black Feather Bridge. Afterwards, they will return here with you to assist you in guarding."

"That's great. In this way, we are more confident in completing the task assigned by the lord." The excitement on Craig's face was several times that of accepting the magic sword reward just now.

Having these two behemoths is equivalent to having two self-propelled battering rams, which are very deterrent.

It's fine if they don't provoke others, but those bandit beasts don't dare to provoke them at all.

"Although the possibility of the drow vampire priest coming back for revenge is very small, just in case, you can no longer live here and move your garrison to the sealed land.

Ms. Olive will complete the purification soon, and the place will be shrouded by a great holy residence all year round, becoming a sacred place. Ordinary evil beings dare not approach it at all.

I have established good diplomatic relations with the thorn elf village Rose Tower in the sealed land. As long as you bring the enlightenment tree with you, they will naturally regard you as a friend and provide you with some necessary support."

Gavin has taken his meticulousness to the extreme.

When it comes to safety, it is never too cautious.

Craig said in his heart: "The Lord has made very thorough arrangements, and we will definitely do it."

Gavin finally gave a serious reminder: "But this kind of support should be avoided if possible. During the period of garrison there, only take what you need for life, and never hunt or cut down trees at will."

The elves regard the entire forest as their home. If they only take what they need to support themselves, they usually don't object.

If this is used as a means to gain wealth, then their attitude is likely to become extremely intense.

Some are more extreme, and even the first item is not allowed to be done by non-jungle races.

The thorn elves of Rose Tower are relatively mild-mannered. After all, they are at the edge of the forest and have more contact with other races, so some attitudes are forced to change.

"Understood." Craig responded seriously.

Although he has no experience dealing with elves, he has heard a lot about their legends and knows more or less what needs to be avoided.

"Execute according to the plan!" Gavin waved his hand heavily.

"Yes, sir." Everyone responded in unison.

Birds of a feather flock together.

There is a reason why people of the same kind like to gather together.

Gavin has tens of thousands of dog-headed subordinates in the rocky land, and hundreds or thousands of dog-headed people gathering together are considered small battles.

But the resonance is not as good as the hundreds of Tethyr refugees responding in unison, and the blood seems to boil again.

...

Tethyr.

Not far from the Mir Forest.

With a flash of magic light, two figures covered in black mist walked out.

Even if the setting sun shines on them, there is still no way to dispel the black mist covering them.

One of the figures couldn't help but take a deep breath and sighed with satisfaction: "It is worthy of being the country with the most intensive wars in recent decades. The air is filled with the smell of death. This is our holy land."

Another black mist asked respectfully: "Lord Dilira, what should we do next?"

If Gavin was here, he would definitely react when he heard this name.

Another high priest of the Undead Goddess of Vengeance is called this name.

It is definitely not a coincidence that she appeared in her hometown, especially so close to Notburg.

"Do you even need to ask? Of course we have to go and pay tribute to our dear blasphemer's brother. I hope he really died in an accident as the legend says, hehe..."

The laughter of the High Priestess of the Undead Goddess of Vengeance was full of strong sarcasm. She would never believe that it was an accident.

There was no evidence, nor did she need evidence. She only had the instinct of the drow elves.

While talking, the two of them took off into the air and flew in one direction.

The direction they flew to was the burial place of Roan and Oster.

It is obvious that before coming, the High Priestess of the Undead Goddess of Vengeance had made sufficient preparations and had completely dug out the roots of the blasphemer Gavin * Nott, including his experience in Tethyr.

Because of his identity as a messenger, Gavin's future could not be predicted.

But his past was an established fact that could not be changed, leaving real traces, and it was not difficult to trace it.

The name Gavin * Nott was not an unknown person in Tethyr.

The reason was naturally Zalanda. As her fame grew, Gavin Nott's name was frequently mentioned as a background board, especially for Zalanda's search for him, which she never gave up.

Dilila obviously had the ability to accurately locate Luo Ang's burial place. When she landed, she was on a tomb that had been leveled and was no different from ordinary land.

Looking at the black flowers on the cemetery, Dilila couldn't help laughing and said, "I knew it would be like this, haha... Mr. Blasphemer, you just wait for the cordial greetings from your brother, Dora, set up the resurrection array."

This kind of black flower has a special name, the flower of resentment.

As the name suggests, the flower of resentment will only bloom in a cemetery full of resentment. After blooming for three consecutive years, it will completely wither and no longer grow, which means that the resentment has been exhausted.

Dilila waved her hand, and the black mist enveloped the whole piece of resentment flower. When it was taken back, the black flowers had all turned into dust and fell back into the dust.

Although this flower is called the Flower of Resentment, it is not a material for casting necromancy. On the contrary, the necromancer regards this prodigal son as a waste of the resentment that he had originally accumulated.

"Resurrection array? My Lord, do you want to summon a resurrection corpse?" Dora was shocked and said, "Isn't the price a bit high to do this? Once successful, you will bear a negative level for the year and one day that this resurrection corpse exists, and this resurrection corpse will not be completely controlled by us."

"A negative level in exchange for an enemy that cannot be completely killed, is there a more cost-effective deal than this?" The laughter of the High Priestess of the Undead Goddess of Vengeance was full of undisguised pride, "The resurrection corpse has a common goal with us. At that time, why do we need to control it? Control it? I believe that after dying a few times, he will actively seek help from us.

Do you really think that a blasphemer who blasphemes repeatedly is so easy to deal with?

This time, it was not the self-righteous fool Daphne who was killed.

But two drow vampires. Even the body of the goddess was blasphemed. Belinda was directly frightened and hid again.

Next, every step we take must be extremely cautious. "

There must be some unknown way of communication between these believers of the Undead Goddess of Vengeance.

At least priests like Dilila have the power to control the powerful believers of the Undead Goddess of Vengeance. Once something happens, they will get the corresponding information in the first time and respond accordingly.

"Your Excellency's foresight is absolutely beyond my reach." Dora looked convinced and did not dare to ask more questions.

Today, the high priest got what he wanted and was in a good mood, so he explained so much to her.

If he was in a bad mood, he would probably get two whips.

Dilila doesn't like to question, even if it's a kind reminder.

The two necromancers have sufficient materials for casting spells. Before midnight, a dark ritual array composed of a series of dark materials such as bones and blood was set up.

When midnight came, Dilila suddenly crushed the black crystal ball in her hand.

Ahhhh...

Ahhhh...

Roar...

For a while, demons danced wildly.

Hundreds of souls flew and roared wildly, venting their endless anger and wanting to tear their enemies apart.

Soul-imprisoning beads.

An evil magic item specially used to imprison souls.

It is also one of the reasons why necromancers are notorious.

Souls are the most critical materials for many of their spells.

In order to collect this material, many evil necromancers will bury soul-imprisoning beads in densely populated villages and towns, and then spread plagues or undead servants to start wars.

The soul-imprisoning beads in Dilila's hand were obviously obtained in this way.

Because most of the souls she released were obviously human virtual bodies, including men, women, old and young, and a small part were weak animal souls of cats, dogs, cows and horses.

For this soul-binding bead, 80% of the village was slaughtered.

As for whether Dilila did it herself? Or whether she got this soul-binding bead from someone else, it is unknown.

No matter how these souls struggled and danced, they had no way to escape from the dark ritual array.

On the contrary, their appearance completely activated the array.

They were just a group of pitiful sacrifices, fuel for summoning.

Soon they were swallowed up by the dark array and became the driving force to attract more powerful dark forces.

A huge brown female hand with multiple silver rings appeared out of thin air directly above the dark ritual, and grasped the target below.

Boom!

The ground suddenly exploded.

A three or four meter deep pit appeared on the spot, revealing a pile of ashes mixed with mud.

Seeing this situation, Dilila, who had already revealed her figure, frowned directly into a lump: "I didn't expect that there would be professionals to help clean up the mess, but this sacred ritual can only prevent it from turning into an ordinary undead, but cannot prevent it from turning into a resurrected corpse, because revenge is sacred and cannot be blocked. This is the sacred will of Qi Yalan Sari. Obey the will of revenge and revive, Luoan*Nott."

At the end, Dilila's voice was high and high.

When the name of the deceased was read out, a terrifying force was injected from the palm of the hand that symbolized the immortal goddess of revenge.

To be more precise, the entire palm was pressed down and directly immersed in the pile of ashes.

"Gavin..." A roar filled with endless anger echoed.