A beam of light in the darkness made Surdak's body look like a transparent empty bottle suspended in the quiet void.
That beam of light caused countless nodes in Surdak's body to release traces of sacred breath. The sacred breath connected into a nebula in the nodes, slowly rotating around a certain point in Surdak's body. The sacred breath gradually
It nourishes Surdak's body and dispels the dark atmosphere in his body.
Until the last trace of darkness was expelled from his body, Suldak felt that his consciousness returned to his body. Although he was still bound by an invisible force, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and could not wake up, the five senses of his body were changing.
Returning to the body little by little, something was pressing on me, making me breathless. The wind outside was very strong, and I felt like I was hanging on a swaying branch. The violent north wind almost froze my body.
Already.
Surdak opened his eyes and saw pitch black in front of him. The black mountains were right under him. Surdak finally realized that he was lying on the handle of a magic pot, and his body was pressed by a soft body.
His face was almost touching the thigh of the black magician, who was flying in the mountains and fields on the handle of a magic harpoon.
The black magician's flying height is only slightly higher than the tree canopy, and he does not dare to fly too fast at night, constantly undulating according to the terrain.
Surdak could feel that the black magician's breathing was very disordered, and from time to time there would be a violent cough. Every time the black magician coughed, the magic handle would shake violently, as if it was falling from the air at any time.
, the black magician was in very poor health, and under the cover of the night, he didn't even notice that Surdak was awake.
Surdak did not dare to sit still and wait for the black magician to return to his territory. By then, he might not even have the chance to escape. He did not dare to move too much. He would move a little every time there was a bump until his own
His hand touched the dagger tied to his thigh. Suldak silently pulled out the dagger, pointed it at the black magician's lower back, and stabbed it in.
'ah!'
The black magician screamed, and he frantically tried to throw Surdak off the magic shackle. Surdak took the opportunity to pierce the dagger into the black magician's heart.
“How is it possible...how is it possible for you to wake up under the cloud of sleep?”
The black magician shouted these words with almost his last strength, and then the magic pottery fell from the air. Surdak only felt the whistling wind in his ears. The black shadow of the forest continued to expand in front of his eyes, and his body
After breaking away from the magic shackle, he would continue to fall into the forest below? And the guy on top of him would also fall out.
At the most critical moment, Surdak easily picked up the body in his hand and threw the dwarf chain shield in his hand towards a huge shadow under the body. There was a chain as thick as a thumb attached to the back of the shield.
After flying out? It seemed like he was entangled in something? Surdak held on to the chain tightly. The moment his falling body fell into the woods, he flew out sideways under the pull of the iron chain.
Then his body crashed into a dense group of branches. He could only curl up his body as much as possible, letting his back hit the bushes. The branches of the fir trees scratched Suldak again and again, and countless collisions made him
The wound on his abdomen tore open again, and under the bursts of severe pain, Surdak could hardly hold on to the unconscious body.
Suldak's body was like a pendulum? After swinging with the chain on the dwarf's chain shield for a few times, it finally stopped.
Feeling like his body was falling apart? The arm connected to the dwarf chain shield had almost no feeling at all. After everything stopped, Surdak realized that he was hanging on a tree. The dwarf
The chain shield happened to be wrapped around the top of the tree. He was only a few meters above the ground at this time. Below was a dark woodland.
He tried to twist his body, let himself swing, and then used the inertia of the swing to hang the limp body in his hand on the branch of the tree.
Then there was himself. He could not retract the dwarf chain shield, so he had to untie the buckle at the end of the chain, and sat on the horizontal branch of the fir tree. He ignored the severe pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart and quickly moved his body.
The sacred breath accelerated the healing of his body, and he found a band from the magic waist bag and tightly tightened the wound on his waist and abdomen.
I don’t know where the craftsman’s sword was lost. Surdak put the short dagger back into the scabbard and glanced at the female swordsman hanging on the horizontal branch. She was still unconscious. The temperature in the mountain forest
It's a bit low, and the wind blowing makes people feel that the joints in the whole body are being frozen.
The power of holy light revealed in the palm of his hand had a very miraculous self-healing ability. Surdak felt that his body could barely move, so he put the unconscious female swordsman into a sleeping bag and let him go.
Hanging on the horizontal branch of the tree like this, at least she would not freeze to death for the time being. After doing this, he climbed down the big tree.
This is a mountain forest full of leaves, and the ground under his feet is very soft. Suldak felt a little more at ease when he stepped on the ground with his feet.
He still has a knight's long sword in his magic waist bag, which is an ordinary item he bought from the blacksmith shop. Without the craftsman's sword, he can only hold it in his hand, and then kick it deep and shallow.
Groping in the dark woods, he followed the direction where the black magician fell and walked forward for nearly a hundred meters. Finally he saw the broken magic pot handle, and the place where the black magician fell.
It is further away.
The black magician's body was leaning against the roots of a big tree. There was a pool of blood on the ground. At this time, his body was already cold. One arm and one leg were at a twisted angle. He should have fallen from the sky.
It broke when it came down, but it seems that the black magician did not die immediately when he fell. He even insisted on climbing to the root of the tree, and leaned against the root to take out a magic scroll from the magic pocket.
However, this magic scroll could not be opened after all. The most fatal injury was the knife that Suldak stabbed from the lower back to the ventricle. The dagger cut open the black magician's heart with almost no obstruction, and also caused him to lose everything.
A chance to live.
Seeing that the black magician was dead, Surdak breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down next to the black magician and took out a roll of linen bandage from his magic pocket, and then bandaged it again.
Touched the wound.
The black magician who died next to him looked old, and his skin looked pale after losing too much blood. His exposed neck and arms were covered with magic lines, and the wand in his hand fell like a fire stick.
On the side, Surdak reached out and picked up the wand. It was an unknown wooden wand with a magic crystal inlaid on one end, and a trace of magic power flowed in the magic crystal.
‘This thing is probably worth some money!’
Thinking of this, Surdak put his wand into the magic belt bag and searched the black magician's cold body again. In addition to the magic belt bag and wallet on his body, Surdak even put the clothes worn by the black magician on his body.