Go Gin stared at the "Regeneration Potion" in his palm, his white eyes filled with surprise. He recognized this potion; unlike ordinary potions with their blue hue, this one possessed a deeper, more profound luster.
Its healing effect was superior, and most importantly, it was made using ogre blood, a stark contrast to the magical alchemical potions made from ordinary herbs.
Go Gin's mind conjured up an image of Minori.
"The genius alchemist,"Minori—was he currently in the Holy Kingdom?
Thinking of this human he didn't quite like, Go Gin felt a strange sense of joy at the prospect of seeing an "old acquaintance." His departure from the Bahas Empire to the Abelion Hills was due to that black-haired kid.
Go Gin was certain that the black-haired kid was now in the Holy Kingdom, and the reason was the "Regeneration Potion" in his hand.
Back in the Empire, Go Gin had learned that this kind of alchemical potion made from demihuman blood could only be concocted by that black-haired kid.
The number of potions he could brew each day was extremely limited, which was a major reason why the herbal workshops and potion workshops in the Empire hadn't completely fallen out and sought trouble with the kid.
The small amount of "Regeneration Potion" that the black-haired kid made each day would be snatched up by wealthy humans such as nobles, adventurers, and merchants in the city before it could even circulate.
If the black-haired kid wasn't in the Holy Kingdom, people in the Holy Kingdom wouldn't have this potion.
Clap!
Go Gin clenched the potion in his hand, his eyes gleaming.
The red-robed mysterious person was too dangerous, especially with their vague intention to create undead. Human intervention wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
However, given his identity, humans wouldn't trust him. Perhaps he could work through that black-haired kid.
"I'll go after that escaped human," Go Gin said coldly, glancing at the earth-elemental ogre playing with the corpse beside him, and strode off.
"Oh, okay, okay."
The earth-elemental troll scratched his rough, brown head, somewhat puzzled.
The escaped human was weak; a dire rat could have dealt with him. He didn't understand why Go Gin was chasing after him.
Meanwhile, when Go Gin arrived,
he saw the human youth already entangled with several dire rats, his clothes stained red with blood.
Pfft!
A dire rat with a ferocious face sneaked behind the youth and slashed out with its claws, tearing a large piece of flesh from the youth's back.
The intense pain caused the youth to cry out: "You damned demihumans, let's die together!"
The youth's eyes were bloodshot as he wildly brandished a dagger in each hand, completely disregarding his injuries, fighting as if his life didn't matter.
Upon closer observation,
one could see that the wounds on the youth's body were healing at an alarming rate, the continuous effect of the "Regeneration Potion" restoring his injuries.
Unfortunately!
Faced with the siege of several dire rats, the injuries on the youth's body completely exceeded the upper limit of the potion's recovery.
Weakness.
His vision blurred…
The web of the youth's hand split open, and his arms holding the daggers were sore and weak. A sense of despair filled his heart.
Was he going to die?
At this moment, the youth didn't feel much fear; he only felt the helplessness of not being able to pass the information back.
"Oh, Four Great Gods!"
"Please, be sure to bless the other teams so they can send the message back," the youth prayed with unprecedented sincerity from the depths of his heart.
Suddenly,
the youth felt the pressure around him lessen greatly, and even the pain from the continuous attacks on his body weakened significantly.
A final burst of energy before death?
No.
The youth's blurred vision looked forward, and a huge ogre superior species walked towards him. The dire rats that had been besieging him retreated behind it.
"To be a thief, yet possess the spirit of a warrior."
"Human, you are worthy to die by my hand!"
A steady, firm voice entered the youth's ears.
The youth took a few deep breaths to replenish his oxygen-deprived lungs during the brief respite. His blurred vision became clearer, and he finally saw the towering, dark green figure standing more than three meters tall in front of him.
The opponent's appearance… was it a troll?
The conspicuous white beard and hair entered the youth's eyes, causing him to subconsciously analyze the information even in this desperate situation.
Recalling the information he and Mr. Caleb had extracted from the captured dire rat, the opponent's appearance was very similar to the "King" mentioned by the dire rat, who ruled the troll race.
"Who exactly are you?"
The youth's weak body swayed as he croaked.
Based on the limited information, he and Mr. Caleb had come to a shocking conclusion: the one who ruled these demihuman races and traded with their Holy Kingdom
was definitely not the original demihumans in the hills, but an outsider, even an outsider who knew their humans very well!
"My name is—"War King" Go Gin!"
"To die by my hand is your honor," Go Gin said indifferently, raising the mace in his hand and swinging it upwards.
Legend has it that
when a person faces death, time slows down.
The youth didn't know if it was true, but he found that the opponent's attack speed wasn't fast, and he could capture the trajectory of the weapon's movement.
"Fortress!" The youth used all his strength to raise the daggers in his hands and block them in front of his chest.
A pale white light flashed on the daggers.
The heavy mace weapon struck the daggers, and the little remaining strength could only deflect part of the force, and the remaining force exploded.
"Ah!"
The youth spat out a mouthful of blood and was uncontrollably blasted away.
Coincidentally, the position where the youth flew out was a flowing river not far away, which flowed to the sea south of the Abelion Hills.
With a "plop,"
water splashed, and the youth's figure disappeared into the river.
Go Gin calmly watched the figure disappear in the water, turned around and looked at the dire rats behind him, and swung the mace.
Pfft—pfft!
The dire rats didn't even have time to scream before they were smashed into a pulp on the spot. After Go Gin dealt with it a little, he left.
Not long after, two figures appeared on the riverbank.
"Master, Go Gin held back just now!"
"That human must not be dead," the Mist Witch said angrily, her bright yellow pupils staring in the direction of the river's flow.
She had long felt that Go Gin had a problem, but she didn't expect that he would actually dare to help humans escape and disrupt the master's plan.
"I will chase after him immediately and kill that human."
The Mist Witch was about to get up when she said this.
"No need to chase him."
Minori raised his hand to interrupt the Mist Witch's actions. Facing her puzzled gaze, a smile appeared on his face behind the black mask:
"How can you be sure that this is not part of my plan?"
"Master…" The Mist Witch was stunned.
Minori gazed into the distance, not continuing to speak.
If that young man hadn't survived to pass on the information, how could the "Free Will" adventurer team have justifiably intervened in this incident?
"It's about time for new characters to enter the stage." Minori turned and disappeared with the Mist Witch.
"E-Rantel."
In the vast communal cemetery on the west side of the outer wall, a peculiar beast-like roar had been echoing every midnight for the past few days.
This made the guards stationed outside the communal cemetery and the adventurer teams nervous, fearing the birth of some terrifying undead within the cemetery.
They didn't dare enter rashly at night, but as soon as it was daylight, they immediately went in to search, only to find nothing.
This situation occurred for several consecutive days, causing concern and vigilance among the Adventurer's Guild and the mayor of E-Rantel.
Both parties immediately assembled a group of elite soldiers and an adventurer joint squad to enter the communal cemetery at night and eliminate any powerful undead that might have been born.
The result!
Besides killing some ordinary undead, nothing was found, and several days of searching also yielded no results.
The only reassuring thing was that with this subjugation, the strange sound completely disappeared.
This led many adventurers to suspect that someone was playing a prank, or that the sound was emitted by some special low-level undead creature, which was eliminated as an ordinary undead during the subjugation.
Deep night descended once more.
The guards and adventurers outside the communal cemetery walls finally relaxed their tense nerves, and cheerful laughter occasionally echoed on the high platform.
However, no one noticed.
Someone had already secretly infiltrated the communal cemetery.
A pale-faced, emaciated figure, cloaked in a black magic robe, was walking through the dark and eerie cemetery.
Looking at the familiar cemetery environment before him.
Khajiit's sunken eye sockets were filled with gloom. No one would have good memories or feelings upon returning to the place where they had died.
A cold wind rustled.
The branches of the withered trees in the cemetery swayed in the pale moonlight, like menacing claws. Some of the undead in the cemetery had already been cleared out by the joint forces during this period.
The entire communal cemetery seemed very quiet at this time.
Only the sound of Khajiit's footsteps echoed constantly in the empty area and between the tombstones, making it even more terrifying.
Tap— Tap—
Khajiit walked with a gloomy face, holding a staff in his hand, using it as a cane as he walked, tapping it on the ground.
As if deliberately.
With each step, the bottom of the staff heavily struck the ground.
"Did the Guild Master ask me to return here because of the rumors during this period?" Khajiit pondered silently.
Although more than half a year had passed since he was resurrected after his death, his strength had not fully recovered.
Some time ago.
He had been accompanying the Guild Master in the undead kingdom of the Shadow King "Dread," one of the legendary Three Great Night Liches.
According to Khajiit's observation, the Guild Master seemed to want to reach some kind of cooperation with that legendary existence, but judging from the current results, it was not going smoothly.
Recalling the scene he had seen.
Khajiit was extremely excited. Only undead as powerful as the Shadow King, who could easily destroy a country or even occupy one as a territory, could truly be called the "King of the Undead."
If he also possessed such powerful power, he would definitely be able to develop a powerful resurrection magic to revive his mother.
Deep within the communal cemetery, a dilapidated temple appeared before him.
Khajiit's gaze turned cold, his expression becoming even more gloomy as he walked towards the temple, emanating a chill.
This was the place where he had died!
In a trance.
He could still feel the burning sensation and pain of the Flame Archangel's flaming longsword piercing his chest.
Khajiit reached out and touched his chest, walked up the steps covered with cracks and weeds, stood in the temple, and raised his head, revealing his cold gaze as he surveyed his surroundings.
There was nothing.
"Bastard, get out here!"
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Khajiit slammed the ground with his magic staff and roared.
The angry voice echoed in the cemetery, spreading far away, startling the crows, birds, and insects sleeping in the cemetery.
After waiting for a moment, seeing that no one appeared.
Khajiit snorted coldly: "You cowardly fellow, you hid behind last time and played tricks. What tricks do you want to play this time?"
The air remained quiet.
It was as if Khajiit was a madman talking to himself in the cemetery.
"It's been so long, and your temper is still so bad." Suddenly, a sinister chuckle came from ahead.
Khajiit quickly raised his head and looked forward.
He saw a figure wrapped in a red robe, his face covered by a black mask, even the eyes that were barely visible were hidden by a red hood, appearing in front.
The positions of the two at this moment were like before, Khajiit was still standing on the steps of the dilapidated temple, while Minori was standing about a hundred meters in front of the temple.
The only difference.
Khajiit was surrounded by a group of undead at the time, while Minori was surrounded by Flame Archangels.
"How should I put it, the two of us can be considered old friends." Minori chuckled, "I originally wanted to keep your corpse as a souvenir, but your corpse disappeared with a 'bang'."
"It's truly amazing."
"From that moment on, I knew that the two of us old friends would definitely meet again. Look, it's like our reunion now."
Although Minori's attire was different from before, the moment Khajiit saw Minori, he was sure that the other party was the guy who killed him.
As the saying goes, "Enemies meeting are filled with hatred."
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Khajiit's eyes were bloodshot, and he angrily raised his palm: "Die for me!"
"Negative Laser!"
A dark gray ray of light shot out from Khajiit's palm, streaking across the night environment like a meteor, attacking Minori at a rapid speed.
Faced with this extremely fast light attack.
"Dimensional Shift."
Minori's figure flickered, disappearing from the spot and appearing to the side.
Bang!
The negative light ray hit the spot where Minori had just been, blasting a pit in the ground and making a loud noise.
"Dimensional Shift? Magic-type magic, why don't you use angel summoning?" Khajiit looked at Minori, his eyes filled with bloodshot anger.
After being resurrected, after being reminded by the Guild Master, he already knew that the reason this bastard could summon so many angels at once was because they were summoned through scrolls.