A few days later, the cabin—

"It hurts..."

Weir, grinning in pain, lay on the bed and screamed. Now he was tied with thick white bandages, looking like he was just a mummy.

"ah!"

Another scream.

"Are you okay?"

"Don't worry about him, Eve, go back and rest. It's been several days... Let me take care of him, and also apologize as my apology." Walking to the bed, touching the elf girl's head, the female swordsman Fiona looked at Eve with a doting look on her face, "Look at you, it's time to rest. If something happens to you, how can I explain to Isabella."

"Oh well."

"etc……"

"Dong." The closed door directly cut off Weir's words.

"What do you want?"

"What's the matter?" Picking up the tea that Eve prepared for Vile on the table and took a sip. Fiona looked at Vile who was unable to move with a provocative look on her face. "Yes, it's really worthy of being a unique tea for the elves."

"snort."

He snorted coldly, and Weir did not give this violent man a good look at all.

Weir did not forget which guy left behind the wound on his body.

Just a few days ago, Weir fully realized what the real power of the "oracist" is - in the final blow, Weir infused all his power, but it was meaningless at all. The power of "Dark Flame Judgment" was only resisted and was erased for a short while. If this female swordsman named Fiona had not finally reduced the power in his sword skills, Weir would probably be reunited with his parents who had already died many years ago.

Even so, the overflowing terrifying fighting spirit still left Vir lying on the bed for several days.

Well, it has not recovered yet.

However, there are blessings and blessings.

According to the female swordsman Fiona, her last blow contained the absolute purifying power of ice and snow, as well as the lethality of fighting spirit. If Vir is really a dark clan, the purified power will probably be completely erased from this world. However, it can be judged from the fact that the purifying power is almost ineffective against Vir - Vir did not fall into darkness.

At least not now.

"I remember apologizing..."

"That's all...ah! Take your hand away! What are you doing! You female hooligan!"

"Don't move... The dark aura on you is too complicated

Although some of them were purified with the help of "Snow Wu", it didn't make much sense at all." After tearing open the bandage on Ville's shoulder, Fiona pointed at the black blood and looked at Ville with a serious look on her face.

Where she pointed, the sticky blood slowly squirmed, as if it was a living thing, looking creepy.

"I didn't expect the oracle to make a mistake. It was indeed a bit unexpected to me. But I'll give you a piece of advice. It's best not to use your sword skill indiscriminately... Haven't you noticed that some changes have occurred in your body?" Judging from Fiona's expression, she was not joking at all.

"I know, but I have no choice... If this can be exchanged for powerful strength to avenge the church, I don't mind taking my life..." After a sudden decline, Vill's expression was a little dazed, "You may not understand how I came from the abyss. The world of blood and fighting, the only thing that supports me to survive is hatred, for me, for my village, for my friends..."

"Okay, stop, I have no interest in your past," Fiona waved her hand, and there was a hint of contempt in the look of Fiona looking at Ver, "Strength? Do you want to exchange for strength?"

"Um?"

"The price of power is very 'expensive'." The tone was deliberately aggravated, and there was a hint of intriguing meaning in the tone.

"What do you want to do..."

Instinctively, Vier felt a little scared.

"Am I strong?" Fiona raised a finger while tapping on the table.

A strange force began to spread, and Weir could clearly feel a powerful sense of pressure to cut the air around that finger.

Weir was stunned.

"This is fighting spirit, a force that is completely different from magic power..." Qunzhi bounced, and in the horror of Vir, a small hole was pierced by a force on the wall beside him, "This is also a force that belongs to the swordsman."

"I……"

"Your level is too bad. Although it is full of magic, you can see from your skills that your magic is completely a half-baked person. When you encounter a real strong man, you will probably be killed instantly. How about it? I can teach you how to use this power, but..."

"but?"

"Well... you are too weak now. I said just now that Dou Qi is a unique force of a swordsman. Since it is a unique force, its existence is also special. Its use is based on existence.

Sword skills. To put it bluntly, when you fight, you basically rely on a mixture of magic and swordsmanship. Although it seems very powerful, in fact, most of the things you consume are your magic power. Your swordsmanship is at best mid-level. Don’t blame me for hitting you. With your current swordsmanship, it may take several years to initially master the fighting spirit. I think you shouldn’t have that much time, right?”

The female swordsman Fiona's words were like a basin of cold water, which directly extinguished the fighting spirit of Vir quickly ignited.

"Don't be discouraged, I have a quick way, but it's a bit less humane. It may not be safe for others, but for you... there should be no safety issues," Fiona said, and suddenly the look of looking at Vir was a little weird. The look was like a hunter staring at a docile prey, "How about it? Do you want to try it?"

Although he was a little furious when he was stared, his desire for power still made Weir nod.

“Excellent…”

Evil smiled, Fiona moved her fingers, and a "forbidden" magic was thrown directly over.

"It will hurt a lot, I hope you don't mind." As she said to herself, the female swordsman Fiona directly held Vir's hands.

"Click."

It seemed like the sound of something breaking.

"Mmmmm!!!"

In an instant, Weir's tears came down.

"By the way, there is this thing." As he muttered, Fiona was fumbled in the space bag around her waist, as if looking for something. Soon, a strange glass bottle appeared in her hand. In that bottle, a strange purple-black liquid was constantly rolling.

This thing can be seen as not a good thing. From the outside, it looks like a terrible poison developed by some pharmacists.

"Finish, come, be obedient, drink this thing."

"Um!"

Unable to resist, Vir was poured directly into a bottle of purple-black potion.

"Mmmmm!!!"

A strange force filled Weir's body.

In a trance, Vir recalled the moment he drank the holy water of the church.

Village...

Allen...

Teammates...

And the captain.

I will avenge you...
Chapter completed!