"Here." The young sailor warrior responded, looking at Gavin with piercing eyes, with admiration that could not be concealed.
The other person's age seemed to be nearly ten years younger than him.
However, the abilities he displayed in all aspects were beyond his reach, and he had the illusion that he had spent more than twenty years living on a dog.
Another reason why the young sailors and soldiers led by him have a stronger impression of Gavin is that he gave them a second chance.
Many of them had their arms and legs torn off when fighting vampires. If it weren't for the vampire killer that Gavin brought out, they would have become useless.
The circular scar left by the limited regeneration technique not only did not make them feel inferior, but instead regarded it as a symbol of honor.
"From now on, I officially appoint you as the captain of the left-behind team, and I will give you this sword." Gavin took out the magic sword, completed the canonization ceremony, and handed it to Craigie with his backhand.
This +2 magic long sword has a sharp special effect. In the hands of a warrior, it is considered a small masterpiece. It was originally obtained from Ost.
Now in his hands, it has almost zero use, taking up space in the convenience bag.
It's better to take advantage of it and use it to win people's hearts.
"Yes, thank you Lord for giving me the sword." Craigie took the magic sword respectfully, with excitement that could not be concealed on his face.
Good weapons are what every warrior desires.
Magic weapons are even more rare.
Although they were from the Royal Navy of Tethyr, the royal family at that time had been in decline for a long time and they had no time to take care of themselves, let alone support and equip them.
The Last Watchers are not that easy to be a part of. Most of their supply weapons are stolen from pirates.
A lot of equipment was lost with the sinking of the Watchman.
Only Copperfield still has a few pieces left.
After the other party took over the magic sword, Gavin made further arrangements: "These two enlightenment trees will be transferred to your command, and they will accompany you to escort the women and children to the Black Feather Bridge. They will return here with you afterwards to help you protect it."
"This is really great. This way, we will be more confident in completing the mission assigned by the lord." The excitement on Craigie's face was several times that of the one he had just received the magic sword as a reward.
There are two behemoths like this, which is equivalent to having two self-propelled battering rams, which are full of deterrence.
As long as they don't provoke others, those bandit beasts don't dare to provoke them at all.
"Although the possibility of the drow vampire priest coming back for revenge is very small, just in case, you can no longer live here and will move your garrison to the sealed place.
Ms. Olive will complete the purification in the near future, and the place will be shrouded by a great holy residence all year round, becoming a sacred place where ordinary evil beings will not dare to approach.
I have established good diplomatic relations with Rose Tower, a village of Elves in the Sealed Land. As long as you bring Enlightenment Trees with you, they will naturally regard you as friends and provide you with some necessary support."
Gavin brought his thoughtfulness to the extreme.
When it comes to safety, you can never be too cautious.
Craigie said in his heart: "The Lord has made very thorough arrangements, and we will definitely comply with them."
Gavin finally warned with a serious look: "But don't use this kind of support if you can. During the period of being stationed there, only take what is needed for daily life, and you must not hunt or cut down at will."
Fey regard the entire forest as their home, and they usually have no objection if they only take what is needed to support themselves.
If this is used as a means to gain wealth, then their attitude is likely to become extremely fierce.
Some are more extreme, and even the first item is not allowed for non-jungle races.
The Thorns of Rose Tower are considered to have a relatively mild attitude. After all, they are on the edge of a large forest and have more contact with other races, so some attitudes are forced to change.
"Understood." Craigie responded seriously.
Although he has no experience in dealing with fey, he has heard many legends about them, and he knows to some extent the things that need to be avoided.
"Execute as planned!" Gavin waved his hand heavily.
"Yes." Everyone responded in unison.
People are divided into groups and things are flocked together.
There is a reason why people of the same kind like to gather together.
Gavin has tens of thousands of kobold subordinates in the rocky land. Hundreds and thousands of kobolds gather together, which can be regarded as a small formation.
But the resonance was not as strong as the hundreds of Tethyr refugees who responded in unison, and the blood seemed to boil again.
…
Tessel.
Mill Forest is not far away.
With a flash of magic light, two figures shrouded in black mist walked out.
Even if the setting sun shines on them, there is still no way to dispel the black mist shrouding them.
One of the figures couldn't help but take a deep breath and sigh with satisfaction: "It is indeed a country with the most wars in recent decades. The smell of death is wafting in the air. This is our holy land."
Another Black Mist asked respectfully: "Lord Dilila, what should we do next?"
If Gavin were here and heard this name, he would definitely react.
This is the name of another high priest of the Immortal Furies.
Her appearance in her hometown, especially so close to Fort Nott, is definitely not a coincidence.
"Is there any need to ask? Of course we have to pay homage to the brother of our dear Lord Blasphemer. I hope he died in an accident as legend has it, hehe..."
The laughter of the High Priest of the Immortal Vengeance was full of sarcasm. She never believed that it was an accident.
There is no evidence, and no evidence is needed. All she has is the instinct of the drow.
While talking, the two of them jumped into the air and flew in the same direction.
The direction they flew towards was the burial place of Roang and Ost.
Obviously, before coming, the high priest of the Immortal Vengeance had made sufficient preparations and had completely dug out the roots of the blasphemer Gavin Nott, including his experience in Tethyr.
Due to his status as a life-changing man, Gavin's future cannot be predicted.
But his past is already an established fact that cannot be changed, and it has left real traces. It is not difficult to trace it.
The name Gavin Nott is not unknown in Tethyr.
The reason naturally lies with Zalanda. As her fame rises, the name Gavin Nott is frequently mentioned as a background. Especially Zalanda has never given up on his search.
Dilila obviously had the ability to accurately locate the place where Roang was buried. When she landed, she was on a tomb that had been leveled and was no different from ordinary land.
Looking at the small black flowers on the cemetery, Dilila couldn't help laughing loudly and said: "I knew it, I knew it would be like this, haha... Mr. Blasphemer, you are just waiting for the cordial greetings from your brother.
Come on, Dora, set up a soul-reviving magic circle."
This small black flower has a special name, the flower of resentment.
As the name suggests, the flower of resentment will only bloom in a cemetery full of resentment. If it blooms for three consecutive years, it will completely decline and never grow again, which means that the resentment has been exhausted.
Dilila waved her hand, and the black mist enveloped all the flowers of resentment. When she took it back, all the black flowers had turned into dust and fell back into the dust.
Although this kind of flower is called the flower of resentment, it is not a casting material for necromancy. On the contrary, the necromancer regards this kind of prodigal and destroys all the accumulated resentment.
"Resurrection Array? Sir, you want to recruit a resurrected corpse?" Dora said in surprise, "Isn't the cost of doing this a bit high? Once successful, you will bear a negative level during the year and one day that this resurrected corpse exists.
Otherwise, this resurrected corpse will not be completely controlled by us."
"A negative level in exchange for an enemy that cannot completely kill the enemy. Is there any more cost-effective deal than this?" There was unconcealed pride in the laughter of the high priest of the Immortal Vengeance Goddess, "The resurrected corpse has something to do with us.
A common goal, when the time comes, why do we need to control it? I believe that after dying a few times, he will take the initiative to seek help from us.
Do you really think that a blasphemer who blasphemes one after another is so easy to deal with?
The one who was killed this time was not the self-righteous idiot Daphne.
But two drow vampires, even the goddess's divine body was desecrated, and Belinda was so frightened that she hid again.
Next, every step we take must be extremely cautious."
There must be some unknown method of communication between these believers of the Immortal Nemesis.
At the very least, priests like Dilila have it in their hands. Once something happens to the powerful believers of the Immortal Vengeance, they will get the corresponding information as soon as possible and react accordingly.
"Your lord's foresight is beyond my comparison." Dora looked convinced and did not dare to ask any more questions.
Today, the high priest got what he wanted and was in a good mood, so he explained so much to her.
If you are in a bad mood, you will probably get whipped from both sides.
Delilah doesn't like questioning, even if it's a well-intentioned reminder.
The two necromancers had prepared sufficient materials for casting spells. Before midnight, a dark ritual circle composed of bones, blood and other dark materials was set up.
When midnight arrived, Dilila suddenly crushed the black crystal ball in her hand.
Ahhhh...
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
Ho ho ho…
For a moment, the demons danced wildly.
Hundreds of souls flew and roared wildly, venting the endless anger in their hearts and wanting to tear their enemies to pieces.
Soul Prisoner Pearl.
An evil magical item specially designed to imprison souls.
It is also one of the reasons why the Necromancer is notorious.
Soul is the most critical material for many of their spells.
In order to collect this kind of material, many evil necromancers will bury Soul Capture Orbs in densely populated villages and towns, and then spread plague or undead servants to start wars.
This is obviously where the Soul Prisoner Bead in Dilila's hand came from.
Because most of the souls released by her are obviously in the form of human bodies, including men, women, old and young, and a small part are the weak animal souls of cats, dogs, cows and horses.
For this soul-capturing bead, 80% of a village was slaughtered.
As for whether Dilila did it herself? Or whether she obtained the soul prisoner bead from someone else, it is unknown.
No matter how hard these souls struggle and dance, there is no way to escape from the dark ritual circle.
On the contrary, their appearance completely activated this magic circle.
They are just a group of poor sacrifices, used as fuel for the summons.
It was quickly swallowed up by the dark magic circle and became the driving force for more powerful dark forces.
A huge brown female hand with multiple silver rings appeared out of thin air directly above the dark ceremony, and grasped the target below.
boom!
The ground suddenly exploded.
A large pit three to four meters deep appeared on the spot, revealing a pile of ashes mixed with mud.
Seeing this situation, Dilila, who had already revealed her body, frowned directly: "I didn't expect that there were professionals who helped clean up the mess. However, this sacred ritual can only block it and turn it into a
Ordinary undead cannot be prevented from turning into resurrected corpses, because revenge is sacred and cannot be blocked. This is the sacred will of Qiyalan Sari. Follow the will of revenge and resurrect, Rohan Nott."
At the end of the sentence, Dilila's voice reached the clouds.
When the name of the deceased was recited, a terrifying power was injected from the palm that symbolized the immortal goddess of vengeance.
To be more precise, the entire palm of his hand was pressed down and directly submerged into the pile of ashes.
"Gavin..." A roar filled with endless anger echoed.