Two days later, in Gray Woodland, in a forest near Gray Castle.
"Da da da~诱辱辱辘~"
The sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of wheels turning resounded in the forest, and a convoy of dozens of people walked along the winding path deep into the forest.
The name of this forest is Gray Forest, and passing through it is Gray Castle, the central capital of Gray Woodland.
In the carriage, Heath was leaning on the sofa and looking out the window. He was approaching his destination, but there was not much expectation on his face. Instead, the frown on his face showed that he was not in a beautiful mood at the moment. There was no other reason——
War breaks out!
According to Magla, not long ago the condition of Duke Rawls, the Lord of Gray Land, suddenly took a turn for the worse, and he passed away not long after.
There were many problems in the Gray Woodland before the old Duke was alive... He was suppressed purely by his personal prestige. As soon as he died, the entire Gray Woodland immediately became chaotic, and the flames of war ignited almost swept the entire area within a few days.
Gray woodland.
Troubled times are coming, and bandits are rampant. Many scoundrels like Scar Bear have been gearing up for a long time, and now they are all appearing. And the nobles are busy attacking each other and have no energy to control them. Of course, their power is also growing rapidly.
It's getting stronger. Recently, there have been many bandits of Scar Bear's size.
"What bad luck!" Heath was depressed.
The life before was boring, a little boring, but at least it was peaceful. Occasionally, when I had nothing to do, I could attend banquets, dance, hunt, etc. But when the war started, it was chaotic and chaotic, and you couldn't tell what would happen.
Heath just wanted to be a handsome man who studied magic quietly, and he really never thought about the life of licking blood from the edge of a knife!
"Is this really a coincidence?"
In addition, this was something that Heath was very concerned about. The time when the war broke out happened to be the third day after they left the deep-water port. He calculated the time and found that they had just entered the geographical scope of the Gray Woodland at that time.
So, is it possible that Baron Neville knew in advance that the war was about to break out, and deliberately sent him to the Gray Woods at this time...
"Let's forget about such speculation..."
Shaking his head, Heath denied this guess. After all, he and Baron Neville were strangers to each other. The only people who might have enmity were the two Habik slaves. But let’s not forget that there was no one who knew anything about it, and even Neville
If the baron really knew it was him, he wouldn't have trouble with a wizard over two slaves...
There is no reason for others to harm him without any grudges... Moreover, he is not the only wizard sent out this time. If he really wants to harm people intentionally, then it is impossible for several wizards to be like this, right?
Although it is necessary to be wary of others, to accuse others based on just this clue...it must be a bit of persecution paranoia...
Maybe...
"Hey? Look, look, what's going on with that guy?"
"Oh my God! Is this demonic possession?"
"Hurry and invite the adults!"
At this moment, there was a commotion in the motorcade, and soldiers could be heard shouting and yelling from far away. After a while, a soldier appeared next to Heath's carriage.
"Sir...Sir, something happened." The soldier said in a panic.
What happened again?
Heath was also speechless. Why did things keep happening along the way? It was one way or the other, making people uneasy. Could it be that they really went out without reading the almanac?
He said: "Calm down, what's wrong?"
The soldier said: "That bandit Scar Bear, he... he was suddenly possessed by a demon, he... Sir, why don't you go down and have a look?"
Seeing that the soldier was talking incoherently for a long time and couldn't explain why, Heath had no choice but to leave the carriage.
As he came closer, Heath quickly saw the situation the soldiers were talking about. It was none other than Scar Bear, the bandit leader who had attacked the convoy a few days ago and was subdued by him.
Compared with a few days ago, the scarred bear in front of me has undergone very strange changes.
A thick layer of hair began to grow inexplicably on his broken legs, which looked like the fur of some kind of animal, and was still spreading to his body.
And his whole body seemed to be bigger than before. It wasn't swollen, but it had really grown. His bones, skin and flesh were all enlarged.
In addition, his eyes became red and red, as if they were congested. He was lying on the stretcher and breathing heavily. During his breathing, he could even see obvious white air in his nostrils, which looked like a hair.
Crazy beast.
Seeing this scene, Heath couldn't help but his eyes lit up:
'The power of blood!'
The appearance of the scarred bear in front of him is obviously a physical change caused by the activation of the bloodline power in the body. It seems that the bloodline of some strange beast is hidden in the scarred bear's body!
"No wonder this guy is so strong. It turns out he has the blood of an alien beast..."
"Is it because I was cut by the wind blade a few days ago, which caused the magic power to penetrate and resonate with the blood in the body, thus activating the power of the blood?"
The power of human blood has a very small probability of being activated after contact with magical substances. The core principle of wizards creating blood knights is based on this characteristic, using some specific ritual potions to increase the probability of activation and stability, etc.
wait...
"Huhu!~Huhu!~" At this moment, Scar Bear's breathing suddenly became heavier, like a twitching bellows, and his eyes became even redder, and the hair on his body also became brighter.
The visible speed is skyrocketing.
Heath quickly said: "Everyone, stand away, this guy's bloodline power is about to explode!"
The crowd immediately dispersed, leaving an open space here, leaving Scar Bear lying alone in the middle of the open space.
I waited quietly like this for a while...
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a fierce roar like a wild beast sounded from Scar Bear's mouth.
At this moment, his body was completely covered with thick black fur, and his entire body had grown in size, truly becoming like a bear.
With red eyes, he let out a violent roar, and like a mad beast, he began to attack everything around him aimlessly. He beat the ground, bit the stretcher, and hit his head on the ground. For a moment, the ground shook, and grass and trees flew everywhere.
People are frightened.
It lasted for five or six minutes before the movement in front gradually subsided, and at this moment the open space had completely changed.
The ground was full of large pits with a diameter of half a meter to one meter. Flowers, grass and soil were thrown up directly, just like the position after being bombarded by artillery. It was in such a mess that it made people's eyes jump.
"Oh my God! What happened!"
"Is this... is this caused by Scar Bear? Is he really human?"
"terrible..."
The soldiers shrank their necks involuntarily with lingering fear. Such terrifying power was completely beyond their understanding. Even the powerful knights in ordinary times would not be able to do it. It was completely beyond the scope of human beings.
"Such a strong power...is this the power of blood?" Heath was amazed. At this moment, he was also surprised by the scene in front of him. The power of blood that he felt intuitively was completely different from what he saw in the book.
.
"No wonder wizards are keen on transforming the bloodline of knight guards. This power is indeed tempting..." Heath's eyes lit up.
They waited until the scarred bear in front of them had completely stopped moving before everyone stepped forward.
"Sir, he... he seems to be dying..." A soldier boldly checked Scar Bear and reported back to Heath.
This result was not beyond Heath's expectations. Activating the power of blood is inherently very dangerous. The wizard must make a lot of preparations in advance. The probability of surviving such a crude and direct use of magic is very small.
He nodded and said: "I understand."
After thinking for a moment, Heath returned to the carriage to get test tubes, glassware, potion bottles and other containers, took them to Scar Bear, took out a dagger and started working on Scar Bear, cut his wrist and took some blood, and cut
He opened his chest and removed some heart and lung tissue, skin tissue, internal organs, etc. He had originally intended to activate the power of his bloodline, and now that there was a ready-made research opportunity, he certainly couldn't miss it.
It is worth mentioning that Heath did the whole process himself, and when doing all this, Scar Bear was even in a 'alive' state in a physiological sense. From the perspective of modern people, this is more than cruel.
Already...
However, the strange thing is that while doing all this, Heath didn't feel any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt a sense of pleasure in exploring new things.
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was also the case before. In the previous battle with the bandits, he had killed more than one person with his own hands. He only felt excited and his blood surged up, without any fear or the legendary nausea.
Is it because I have been used to the taste of killing after hunting in the tower for a long time? Or is it because I am born evil?
Heath was also elusive for a moment.
…
Continuing to walk west for several hours, in the evening, the convoy finally passed through the gray forest, and an open green grassland appeared in everyone's sight.
Vast wheat fields, long roads, windmills that keep turning, and scattered thatched-roof farmhouses...
And that towering in the middle of the farmhouse——