Shaman from Afar

Endless pain, and ... endless darkness.

At this moment, the dark-haired wizard who was deeply in chaos really could not imagine the second vocabulary that could describe his feelings. The indescribable pain seemed to tear his soul in half, and then repeat Tormented and ravaged.

He once experienced this pain ... Although it seems to have passed for a long time, he still remembers it when he feels it again.

It is still a familiar "recipe" or a familiar "flavor".

As a wizard, opening the valve to drain all of your energy at once is a very dangerous move. Even a few mistakes can be completely annihilated-physical death is the best result, becoming a living dead or mutating into "" "New species" are not impossible!

Obviously in a coma, his consciousness and body have been isolated, but Loren can still feel that his weak body is constantly twitching in severe pain, and the muscles of his limbs are twitching violently.

In a trance, it seemed that I could still hear the sound of tears in my ears, as if my body was being torn, and the process was still repeating after the tear.

He could feel that cold sweat was continuously raining from the forehead, the brain hurts like a hole was drilled and a bran was inserted, and the heart was directly dug out into pieces in the chest; the limbs started from the fingers and toes, It was cut off bit by bit and cut from the body bit by bit.

He can feel that his body is gradually disintegrating, just like the moment when a butterfly breaks a cocoon and regenerates; the only problem is that his body is not the butterfly about to be reborn, but the cocoon about to collapse completely!

All the pain was extremely real, but he couldn't shout it out; his eyes were closed, but he couldn't open his eyes to escape from the endless darkness.

There was only one wave of tremors after another, which came like a tide, and started again and again.

How long has it passed?

Because of the pain, the dark-haired wizard was barely able to have a rough idea of ​​time at the beginning. When all the pain and even the soul was completely numb, he could not feel it completely.

The only thing I feel is that the original pain is gradually disappearing ... maybe it is really fading, maybe just because I have no consciousness, but it is indeed alleviating.

The original tearing noise was reduced from ten million times a day to one million times.

I'm still alive ... well, probably?

The spiritual hall seems to have no signs of complete recovery, and the sea of ​​consciousness is completely chaotic. The scalp is numb, and irritating pains are constantly coming from the temple, which should be a side effect of drying up.

This familiar feeling made the dark-haired wizard happy for a while ... at least to prove that he was indeed alive. The last time I had a similar experience was after the mentor Dalton saved himself.

Time has passed for a long time, but this time Loren can probably be sure that he is still alive, apart from being weak and unable to restore consciousness, it is no different from normal dying patients.

Um ... if not crossing again.

Hey, why should I say "again"?

There is no trace of strength from head to toe, and even the opening of the eyes is reluctant; the spiritual hall is slightly stabilized, and it should be able to enter the meditation state in a few days.

The slight footsteps slowly approached, and the sound was a little strange, and it seemed to sneak in from outside the door; don't say to subdue the other, I am afraid it is even reluctant to grab the weapon.

Do you want to pretend to be unconscious and wait until the other person leaves?

The sound of footsteps stopped beside me, and the sound of pulling swords could be heard faintly. The cold mang of the cold front had refracted before his eyes, and was very close to himself.

What to do, it seems to be too late!

Or ... bet it? !

The dark-haired wizard opened his eyes violently, and the diffused pupils did their best to focus on the figure holding the sword in front of them; inadvertently, it just overlapped with the figure's line of sight.

"Ok?!"

"Ugh?!"

Startled, Andrew McCafferty froze in place, with the left hand holding the apple that had just been touched by the head of the black-haired wizard. The dagger in the right hand was still in mid-air. Stare.

The next second, the expression shocked McCafferty and raised his mouth stiffly, barely squeezing out a self-righteous smile, shaking the apple that had just been stolen:

"Eat ... I'll cut one for you?"

"..." Loren Turin.

Silence, deathly silence.

After a long time, the grinning dark-haired wizard struggled to think for a moment, recalling the image of the other person in his mind: "You ... are the deserters of the Boundary Mountain, with the knight?"

"This is the third time, I am not a deserter! Please remember clearly, can I count on you?"

McCafferty, who was stabbed in the pain again, just wanted to jump up, but after seeing the "ill number" lying on the bed, he sighed long and weakly, sitting in the chair next to him, and still not forgetting to cut the apple:

"Forget it, I don't care about your injury."

"Sorry." The dark-haired wizard murmured inexplicably: "What do you call it?"

"Andrew McCaffrey of Arles, you just call me McCaffrey." Mally cut off her skin and McCaffey replied without looking up.

"Are you a noble?"

"Um ... right."

"What do you mean?"

"You know that you have been to Arles. Unless we are on the dining table, our poor place can't tell who is the aristocrat and the poor ghost ... Sometimes it is not clear on the dining table, and each one is hungry for several lifetimes. Not eaten enough. "

"..." Loren Turin:

"Don't you come with the knight, why didn't you leave with him?"

"Uh, this one."

A flirty sentence made McCaffer's entire body froze; the next second, a deserted soldier's face suddenly showed a very flattering, fake "smile":

"There is such a thing ... but he let me stay with you before he left, saying that I would only hinder him by following him all the way, and I can't help, so ..."

"So ..." Loren narrowed his eyes and looked at McCaffy's awkward look, his eyes meaningful.

"So I promised him." McCafferty smiled. "Bi Gong Bi Jing" put some cut apples on the bed of the dark-haired wizard: "As long as you nod, McCaffer in Arles Will serve you wholeheartedly and become the sharpest halberd in your hands! "

Looking at his expression, the dark-haired wizard hesitated for a while.

Indeed, judging from the battle of the Heretic Order Headquarters, this deserter is still very good, and he can follow the oath that the knight came all the way from the Boundary Mountain to Bairn, which also proves that he is not only a deserter who sees money, but can also take Come up with the courage to endure hardship.

As a wandering knight servant who once engaged in this business, Loren felt deeply.

The last few battles have also fully demonstrated that there are still too few people who can believe in him. In many cases, Lucien has to take up multiple jobs and even split up. As for Ariel and Asriel, Loren is still not at ease. ...

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"Not much ~ www.readwn.com ~ Just over a month has passed." McCafferly replied with a smile. The other party no longer mentioned this matter to show that he had agreed.

"More than a month?" The dark-haired wizard was slightly surprised.

"Well, a lot of things happened during this time." McCafferty shrugged. "First, there were troubles everywhere in the Red Blood Castle. Just a few days after being settled, the rebellious nobles were finally suppressed."

"It's not over yet, and it was revealed that the Lord Governor, who died on the day of the turmoil, was a heresy, and as a result the whole Principality of Bayern was angry; the little girl's count said he would reconvene the round table of Byrne Re-select a new Duke Byrne to put pressure on the empire. "

"It's now?!"

"Yes, just a few days ago-most of the noble lords of the Principality of Byrne have responded. Several counts have come, and the rest are all on the road." I did not notice the shocked expression of the black-haired wizard , McCafferty continued to mumble with an indifferent expression:

"But the reaction from the sky dome was fast enough. Yesterday the emperor's messenger came and said that he sent an prince to act as a mediator. See how cola this is?"

There was no smile on the face of the dark-haired wizard, and he stared at him solemnly: "Which Duke?"

"Listening to what they said is still in discussion, but nothing unexpected ..." McCafferty turned his head, absently playing with the dagger:

"Duke Ellerman, Duke Yuli Wiltz!"

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