Volume 1: Seven Heroes and the Holy Sword Chapter 180 Resurrection
Riva was put on a clean white silk dress. Her short body, the long dress on the boat, gave her a more mature flavor. In addition, her hair was parted between her forehead and combed into the middle, making her look...
Like a little queen, she is completely different from the usual Riva.
Riva looked at herself in the mirror. She had never dressed up so beautifully. When she was in the city, she once lay in front of a noble family and saw how girls living in wealthy families dressed. At that time,
Everything made Riva envious.
Every girl has a beauty-loving spirit in her heart. Beauty is a girl’s nature and everyone’s birthright.
In the warm light shining through the house, Riva watched the girl being dressed up like a little princess little by little.
But she was just a poor child covered in dirt who lived by picking up leftovers. But she never thought there was anything wrong with being poor. Gradually, as time went by, Riva got used to living in poverty.
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Everyone comes to this world with their own mission.
It's the same with Vantage, and it's the same with Riva. No one can discriminate against others casually. Everyone has another side that others can't compare to.
The other side of Riva is that pure soul, she is willing to believe in anyone and love anyone.
Love is the greatest power in the world. Whether it is God or human beings, everyone cannot do without this word that fills people with unlimited fantasies.
Similarly, this is what worries Fant the most. Riva is too simple and easily believes what others say, so...she came here today.
In fact, this may also be fate. Riva's character is destined to encounter many deceptions, so the angel sent Fante to be her brother to protect her.
Theronci came to the room and saw Riva sitting in front of the dressing table. A bright smile appeared on her face: "So beautiful! My little beauty!" Theronci came behind Riva and gently said
Gently touching her thin shoulders, she felt a little bit of her pure soul. Thinking that the soul was about to reborn the evil god, she felt secretly happy.
Riva looked at Theronci in the mirror and smiled unconsciously. She thought she had really come to a paradise-like place and was loved by everyone.
But she didn't know that everything the people here did was because she was the most important sacrifice, the perfect sacrifice that the evil cult had been looking for for nearly 90 years.
Unknowingly, it was already noon, and the sun in the sky was scorching the entire Puppet Mountain.
The squirrel stood on the branch and gnawed on the pine cones, chewing it quickly with its flexible mouth. However, it was soon illuminated by the dazzling sunlight and had to leave its habitat and hid in a cave under the roots of the tree.
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It hid inside and saw the columns of troops passing by the five-centimeter world in front of it. A burst of dust drifted into the cave along with the warm breeze.
Messerli followed the center of the team and slowly advanced towards the mountainside of Puppet Mountain.
Because she had previously studied the terrain of Puppet Mountain, Messerli only brought the endurance infantry and gave up the cavalry unit for this expedition.
Because the cavalry is useless on such a mountain, their movement is restricted, and the armor that is heavier than the infantry will also consume too much physical strength of the cavalry.
The infantry captain was walking at the front of the team and looked up to see frightened birds flying in the forest. Judging from his rich combat experience, it seemed that someone was ambushing him not far ahead, otherwise a large group of birds would suddenly fly up for no reason.
He looked back at Messerli who was walking in the center of the team, and decisively ordered the entire army to stop moving forward. Then he arrived in front of Messerli as quickly as possible.
"Miss, I'm afraid there's an ambush ahead. We'd better send someone to investigate first," the infantry captain said.
Messery looked at the dense woods in front of her. It seemed that the terrain there was steeper than here, and there were many trees. It was indeed possible that enemies were ambushing in the dense woods. While the infantry captain was waiting for a response, Messery
He made a move that surprised him greatly.[
Messery suddenly grabbed an archer's bow and arrow, raised the bow on her back, pointed it at the falcon, and shot out an arrow. The arrow was as fast as lightning and hit the falcon's neck in an instant. The figure that was so fast just now suddenly changed.
It became a free-falling body and landed heavily on the ground.
"Pick it up." Mesa said with an expression.
After receiving the order, the infantry captain immediately ran towards the place where the falcon landed, and soon returned to Messerlie with an eagle with a bow and arrow stuck in its neck.
The captain was very surprised. He didn't expect Messery to have such arrow skills.
Moreover, I have been in the family for so many years, and I have never seen Messery touch a bow and arrow once, but where did she learn this sharp archery skills.
"Miss!" the infantry captain handed the eagle to Messerlie. When Messerlie stretched out her hand to take it, the captain quickly glanced at her palm to see that there were no calluses.
A person with such accurate archery skills must have gone through strict and cruel training, but Messery's hands have no calluses. How is this possible!
This is simply beyond the imagination of the infantry captain.
But soon, what happened next surprised him even more.
Messery held the eagle in her hand, pulled out the sharp arrow from her neck, and a gurgling stream of blood flowed out from the wound.
Messerli dipped her right index finger into a little eagle's blood and drew a vertical line on its forehead. Then she slowly drew her right hand across the eagle's head from left to right.
Move up.
Gradually, a faint black mist began to appear in the palm of Messery's hand, and a strange light flashed in the black mist.
Then, Messerli stuffed the black mist into the eagle's body.
Suddenly, the dead falcon suddenly opened its eyes, but its eyes were filled with darkness. Then it flapped its wings, broke away from Messery's hand and flew into the air.
After hovering for a while, it landed firmly on Messery's shoulder.
Everyone around him, including the infantry captain, was stunned. He was so frightened that he could not speak.
This was the first time in so many years that he saw Messerli display this ability. Only at this moment did he know why none of the assassins who had come to assassinate her over the years had been able to come back alive.
Resurrection...
Messery's real special ability is not just black magic, but also the ability to communicate with the God of Death in the underworld.
She can freely summon departed souls from the underworld back to her body.
However, there is a time limit, because she signed a contract with the God of Death and dedicated half of her life to the God of Death.
As for how much this half of life is, even she herself doesn’t know.[
All of this is the cause and effect brought about by that black magic book.
While turning Messery into an excellent black magician, it also gave her the ability to communicate with the underworld.
It was also like holding a time bomb, not knowing when the God of Death would come back to take away her soul.
Her life seemed to be getting stronger, but she was also waiting for the arrival of death.
Therefore, she doesn't want to have too much friendship with others, because she doesn't know when she will suddenly leave, she doesn't want to be missed by others, and she doesn't want others to suffer the pain of losing her family like herself.
Messery whispered a few words to the falcon on her shoulder, and the falcon flapped its wings and flew towards the dense forest in front of Puppet Mountain.
Seeing the reaction of the soldiers around her, Messerli said with a cold face: "I just want to avoid unnecessary casualties."
The infantry captain showed a smile full of respect. He finally understood today that the family patriarch was not really as cold as he seemed on the surface.
Her heart is actually as warm as fire. She will care about all her own people and use her own strength to protect them well.
Therefore, Messerli would face all the difficulties alone every time. She was too strong and too tired.
The falcon flew across the sky, drew a strange arc, and let out a cry in the air.
Leos raised his head and covered his brows with his palms, looking at the mountainside in the distance. A group of soldiers had stopped on the spot.
Leos followed the direction where the soldiers stopped and carefully looked at the mountain road ahead: "Is there any movement ahead?" Leos, who often heard Aleman planning attacks on the Bandits of Death, was familiar with various tactics of war and geography.
Analysis still requires some experience.
When the army suddenly stopped, it was either to rest or to wait for the spies to report back. There might be an ambush ahead. But the army had only been marching for half a day, so it was obviously not the former.
Leos realized that following him all the time didn't seem to be the most appropriate solution right now.
And with his impatience, he was even more worried about whether the missing children would really be sacrificed to the evil god tonight. At this time, Leos had no patience to rely on these slow-moving soldiers wearing armor.
He looked at a mountain forest to the west. It seemed very empty and there were not so many trees in it, but it was just not on the main road.
But it is obviously much faster to get there than the guards of the Messerli family, and Leos is alone, so he does not have too many worries. If there is an ambush in front, he will definitely be exposed, so it is better to
Taking the initiative is the best policy.
Afterwards, Leos climbed towards the west side of Puppet Mountain, bypassing the Messery family's army and entering the woods ahead.
The tall trees seemed to have withered under the influence of the evil cult. The poor dry branches were hung with leaves that did not look very dense, and the tree body began to turn a little dry and yellow, as if there was an extremely evil force.
It is sucking the life of the entire Puppet Mountain.