On the Seven Towers

Ralph stood on a main road in the slave camp, with nearly a hundred slaves gathered behind him. Because of his powerful force, many people wanted to follow him. Further away, more and more slaves gathered.

"There are almost enough people. We have to hurry up and rush out of the camp." Ralph said to a few people around him. Most of these people have fighting spirit or strong bloodline, and can be regarded as the little boss of this team.

Everyone nodded. But at this time, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance pointed to a camp nearby and said: "Boss, I heard that the Oakes family has a treasure house underground. Everyone knows that the slave traders, the Oakes family, are the biggest, so why not We moved for him before leaving.”

Immediately, several people laughed and joined in. These people have become red-blooded and killed countless guards and stewards. Now they are not afraid of anyone. They had just tasted the sweetness of robbery, and now that they heard that the richest man had not been there yet, they couldn't help but be ready to take action.

Ralph was still hesitating, and the man added: "We rushed out of the camp, and we have to have money to escape far away. The situation in the village is so chaotic now, if we don't go, someone will leave soon. We have to hurry."

"Go, go, go." Many people began to cheer. After all, they are a ragtag group, and Ralph knows that if he does not comply with the "public opinion" at this time, the team will break up. Once the team is dispersed, where will the cannon fodder come from to attack the level? So, he also made up his mind and said: "Let's go! Go and move him upside down!"

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"No!" Elena rushed towards Allen in panic. However, as a dew priest, she is mainly good at blessing and healing, and the power she can exert in battle is very limited.

Therefore, she was too slow in front of Thor, who was fighting with anger.

The heavy sword fell on Allen's neck mercilessly. Allen had no time to react before his head was chopped off. Blood spurted out, staining half of the wall red.

Elena screamed and rushed towards the head, picking it up regardless of the blood staining her clothes.

"God of nature! Great God of nature!" Her prayer was like a cry, hoarse. Countless little bits of cyan healing power emerged from her body, quickly flowing through her hands and towards Allen's head.

Allen's eyes were already closed, but those light spots woke him up from his eternal sleep again.

He opened his eyes.

"Elena..."

He couldn't make any sound at all, but she looked at his lips and seemed to still be able to hear his words.

"Ellen. I, I can't save you..."

"You're about to cry." He looked a little relieved, "...please..."

Elena nodded tearfully.

"Kiss me..." He grinned, and the smile was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Elena stared at his head. In more than a month, she had experienced more things here than in the past hundred years. The person in front of her gave her the most complex and difficult emotions. Is there any hatred? Is there love? She never dared to ask herself such a question. However, at this time, he was faced with the light of life that was about to dissipate. As if driven by an invisible force, she moved forward tremblingly in a blank state of mind.

Her lips pressed against his gently, without any warmth.

Only then did she seem to come to her senses, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Tears flowed down, parting their lips.

"Don't cry, your tears... will choke me."

Elena saw his eyes, which kept closing as if they were asleep, but he was like a child who didn't want to sleep, forcing his eyelids up again and again.

"You are the first and last... woman I like... this... is good..." At this point, the healing power could not sustain Allen's life, and he finally fell asleep again.

She placed his head where the head and neck were separated, and sat quietly on her knees, letting her tears drip onto her clothes and mix with the blood.

The mercenaries remained silent, and the stone path was silent.

"Miss Sharil? I..." Thor was at a loss as he held the bloody sword.

"The tears of sinners are also salty." Sharil closed her eyes and said softly.

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"Okay, let go."

"The stairs are dark, I'm afraid you might fall."

Luo Ling glanced at the bright torches in the hands of the soldiers in front of and behind her, and shook off Xiao Chen's hand without mercy. The latter whispered coquettishly: "This tunnel is dark and permeable. Holding hands makes me feel at ease."

"Aren't you always very timid and afraid of the dark?"

"I'm really timid. I was just pretending before." Xiao Chen said shamelessly.

"Roger, your master is afraid of the dark. Come and hold his hand."

There were chuckles all around. Roger looked at them helplessly and couldn't help but laugh too. These two really don't have the airs of magicians, but it's not bad to work under such a master. No, the tense atmosphere in the team suddenly relaxed a lot.

Xiao Chen held his forehead and said, "My eldest lady, you are really not afraid of me losing face. Listen, you are all laughing at me. How can I control these guys in the future?"

"It's okay, I just want to save my face. Do you think I can manage things worse than you?"

"Okay, you're welcome."

The underground corridor was not long, and the secret room quickly opened. Cohen took out a key and opened the door.

The room is not big, and because there are a lot of lighting and drying runes inside, it doesn't feel spooky and damp at all. Four rows of shelves are placed close to the wall, with all kinds of weapons and armors on them. In the middle of the room is a set of tables and chairs, obviously for the owner to sit while tasting the collection.

"Nice stuff, some of it is the work of dwarf craftsmen." Roger picked up a mace and weighed it in his hand.

"However, their practicality is limited." Xiao Chen walked around and found that there were many weapons with strange styles, exquisite patterns, and exquisite workmanship. However, due to their strange designs, they were not suitable for use in combat. For example, an ax was attached to a bowstring and turned into a dual-purpose long-range and melee weapon, but obviously it didn't work no matter how you used it.

"Look at this." Luo Ling took out a beautiful long wooden box from the middle of a shelf. This wooden box is extraordinary at first glance. The wood has fine texture and feels heavy to the touch. The edges and corners are inlaid with gold and various gemstones.

Luo Ling placed the wooden box on the table and found that the box had a lock. She looked at Cohen. Cohen shook his head and said: "I have never seen this collection before. I don't know where the key is. If you want to open it, you might as well split the box."

"If there aren't weapons inside, it would be a pity to break this box if it can't be used for the time being."

Xiao Chen walked to the box and put his hand on the lid. After a few breaths, he said, "It's a sword. We can use it. Roger, let's open the box."

"Can your mental power penetrate this box?" Luo Ling asked.

"Hey, are you looking down on me? My mental power has long been able to perceive the shape of foreign objects. Morey told me that this is the beginning of spiritual thoughts reaching objects." As he said this, Xiao Chen looked at Luo Ling's face with a smile. Body.

Luo Ling had a straight face and was about to get angry.

Xiao Chen quickly explained: "But! However, my mental power is still relatively chaotic, and I must not be able to detect too specific shapes."

"If you can't figure it out, don't use your brain. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to deal with you." Luo Ling said viciously.

"Promise, promise!" Xiao Chen said, but he couldn't help but spread his spiritual thoughts towards Luo Ling. However, what surprised him was that Luo Ling's figure looked like a round cicada chrysalis when scanned by his spiritual thoughts. , I can't distinguish more detailed shapes.

"What are you doing?!" Luo Ling shouted.

"Ah, it's nothing, Roger, why are you looking at me so surprised?" Xiao Chen immediately changed the subject.

"Uh...oh...well, I see that at such a young age, you have already reached the state of telepathy? That's amazing! Haha." Roger said.

"It's just touching the threshold, but isn't this strange?" Xiao Chen looked excited and leaned over and said, "The reach of spiritual thoughts to objects is just the second state after the initial formation of spiritual consciousness. Those who practice fighting spirit The first three realms of a warrior are the birth of fighting spirit, the overflowing of fighting spirit, and the gathering of fighting spirit. You and Karanda are about to reach the third realm and become high-level warriors, right? Compared with you, I am not far behind. Woolen cloth."

"This is a big difference. The practice of magic is hundreds of times more difficult than fighting spirit. Otherwise, why are warriors so common and magicians so rare? Many magicians who do not have enough potential even become magic knights and magic archers."

"I've met quite a few magic knights." Luo Ling let Xiao Chen go.

"In the realm of magic, they will basically stop at the level of telepathy, and most of them can only use some less powerful magic to assist in combat. But magicians who have achieved telepathy have truly embarked on the path of magic. . As the divine mind strengthens, the same magic will become more and more powerful."

"You know these things very well," Luo Ling said.

"My family has some magic inheritance, but when I came here, I didn't have the talent to become a mage." Roger said.

"We have to have a good chat when we have the chance, but let's open this box now." Xiao Chen ordered.

With the ax raised and lowered, Roger neatly chopped off the lock of the box. The box was opened, and inside was indeed a sheathed long sword. The scabbard and hilt were both dark purple, and the end of the hilt was inlaid with a diamond-shaped light blue crystal. Xiao Chen picked up the long sword, pulled it hard, and saw the lavender blade unsheathed with a soft groan.

"Good sword." As Xiao Chen injected spiritual power, crackling lightning flashed around the long sword. This is an enchanted long sword comparable to the flame dagger ‘Spark’.

"This is an elf-style long sword. The blade is narrower and longer than the imperial standard long sword, and the hilt is smaller. The storm crystal on the hilt will increase the effect of wind or electric fighting spirit. Use mental power Or the fighting spirit can stimulate the crystal, which can release the power of wind and thunder. The power of wind can increase the speed of movement, and the power of thunder can trigger lightning attacks. It is really an amazing attribute, very much like the sword left by a certain elf storm priest. Ah, here is the inscription, the name of the sword is 'Thunder Mark'," Roger tasted it.

"Is this also the knowledge passed down by the family?" Luo Ling asked.

Roger smiled and nodded.

"It seems that your family is not simple."

Xiao Chen stabbed the Thunder Mark Sword lightly on a pair of breastplates. With a thought, the flashing electric light immediately filled the entire armor. If this armor were worn on a human body, it would definitely be very miserable. He sheathed his sword and said to Roger: "Your fighting spirit is of thunder and lightning attribute, right? This sword is yours."

"Sir, this sword is so valuable that it could be a family treasure even if placed in an earl's home. You should keep it yourself. There are also several good enchanted weapons here. I can just pick one and use it."

Xiao Chen shook his head with a smile and said: "Red powder is given to beauties, and swords are given to heroes. This should be yours. Use its power to open up a path for us."

Note: A head alone cannot speak. This is because the vocal cords rely on airflow to produce sound. Without lungs, you cannot speak.