V1.Chapter 137

There are so many legends as dogs, and the lich walks everywhere.

Sauron inexplicably remembered a sentence he often heard before. This sentence is a self-mockery of many people, especially before he has reached the legendary realm. Many people who have been seriously injured or died like to use this sentence to laugh at themselves. Although the lich hadn't seen it yet, Sauron had really encountered a lot of characters above the quasi-legendary level. As a professional who is only Tier 3, Sauron is under a lot of pressure, but he can't find a dragon to say, you lie down and let me stab me to death, so that I can quickly level up.

a month.

He has grown from a thief at the bottom to a professional of the third rank. Except for the son of the extraordinary blood, it is estimated that no one will grow faster than him!

But he still felt not enough, and his strength was far from enough to fight against some existences.

The information from the interrogation was actually very vague, except for the names of the fallen people in the town, everything else was vague. No one had seen the appearance of the elector, and it was Sauron who asked for some details, and then he came out that the elector had been wearing a black cloak all the time. There were obvious marks raised near his ears, and the skin color of his palms was not that of an ordinary elf. Only determined her race. She arrived more than half a month ago, and Sauron should be still in White Horse City at that time.

In the mouth of the fallen believers, she is the incarnation of the goddess of torture. This statement cannot be used casually.

Otherwise it is blasphemy!

The beings who can claim to be the incarnation of gods are basically the elect who are empowered by gods. They play a pivotal role in the Church of the Spirits, and the power that comes with being a voter is equivalent to a divine priest with a career level of about 20. They can use the granted divine power to cast [Holy Word] or [Breaching Words], which is very close to the ninth-level divine art.

It can make people commit suicide, control people's minds, and even gain a group of fanatics at one time.

As long as there are loopholes in the soul, it can be guided by divine power.

The guards of the town began to arrest the fallen believers, and the middle-aged woman gave an order with a gloomy expression, and then someone invited the guardian knights of the Temple of Agriculture.

The power of the temple consists of three parts. Priests, believers, temple guards.

Five temple guards around the third rank appeared. They were wearing heavy full-body armor. They leaned over slightly and followed the guards. This was an existence that Sauron couldn't even catch a single move in the past, but now he is sure of one-on-three. The speed of his growth is actually quite astonishing, but unfortunately he was given too little time. He took a month to walk the road of others for more than ten years, but many of the enemies he had to face were already thousands of years ahead of him.

The sky gradually darkened.

There was a hint of disturbance in the town, but Sauron didn't care about it. He rested in the hotel, while silently tempering his will.

He wants to complete an ascetic practice!

To deal with these fallen ones, as an outsider adventurer Sauron, there is no need to fight on the front line. The believers of gods are not just for fun. If they are not careful, they may capsize in the gutter. There are very few ways to gain killing experience in a short period of time. The distribution of creatures is relatively diffuse. Killing people indiscriminately will only lead to destruction, and it will also completely disorient oneself. Ordinary creatures give too little killing experience, and it is too difficult to single out a wilderness group. Assassination bit by bit is too time consuming.

According to the normal progress, Sauron estimated that it would take him at least seven days to collect enough experience points to upgrade a professional level.

He wants to absorb divinity!

Sauron was ready to confront the will of the Dread Demon God head-on and devour the divinity he had divided from the fragments of his soul.

But this requires a very strong will.

The night passed quickly, and Sauron slept very well that night. It can be said that it completely replenishes the energy consumed by myself. When he came out the next day, his appearance was very different from before. He took off his leather armor and his warm cotton coat. He was only wearing the thinnest linen clothes, his shoulder-length hair was loose, and his naked feet had no shoes. In this way, I walked directly on the cold ice and snow.

- Asceticism!

The best way to exercise your will.

A strong will is honed and accumulated little by little over time. A person's will will not change just because of your decision.

It is the accumulation of precipitation little by little when you persevere!

He stepped barefoot on the ice and snow, and the icy cold wind blew through his clothes. The thin linen was useless at all. Even with Sauron's 21-point physique, he couldn't resist the chill from all directions. Others in the town stared at him with strange eyes, and their expressions were like looking at a lunatic or a fool, because even a Northlander who was born cold-resistant, wearing such thin clothes outside, would soon fall ill.

Sauron came to the Temple of Agriculture, his dress surprised the priest, and then he leaned over slightly.

She knew what Sauron was doing, because some priests would do the same!

The only thing that surprised her was that she couldn't understand why rogues had to temper their will in such an extreme way. They didn't need to rely on will to stabilize their beliefs like priests.

Most of the rogues are pan-believers, and they only talk about the gods at most!

Sauron got what he deserved, only a small amount of gold coins, about 30 or so, and then a part of holy water, and the most important two bottles of potent healing potions.

It is worth more than 500 Kindlers, and is equivalent to treating moderate to severe injuries.

Pastors are experts at this.

Sauron continued his journey. He wore thin linen clothes, stepped barefoot on the icy snow, and moved forward one step at a time, without using any extraordinary abilities or blessing himself with spells, just like this step by step. As he walked forward, the ubiquitous chill penetrated into his body, and his arms, cheeks, and feet soon began to turn slightly blue from the cold. Because there was no shoe protection, the soles of his feet also began to leave slight scars.

The ground is rough, with stones, dead branches, and inconspicuous spikes, because outside is a coniferous forest.

Frostbite builds up gradually.

Although the rate of increase is very slow, the frostbite at 1:00 is still increasing steadily. Because of the scars on his feet, Sauron has superimposed slight bruises. These injuries gradually reduce his health and wear away little by little. his vitality.

first day.

Sauron walked 150 kilometers barefoot. He encountered a hungry white bear, but the other party died under his knife.

Night falls.

He hadn't gotten a drop of water all day, just drank a little water at this time, and then slowly ate dry food, no meat at all, just the roughest black bread. The frostbite on his whole body is already very obvious, and the health value deducted one after another has reached more than ten points. If it is not for the talent and expertise of regeneration, and the extraordinary physique of more than 20 points, I am afraid that he would have frozen to death this day. The feat of weak cold resistance can't offset all the cold injury in this environment.

Sauron didn't raise a bonfire, he sat cross-legged on a rock, supported his machete in both hands, and slowly closed his eyes!

This is the way of practice of the Sword Saint.

He is meditating, but he is not exercising his mind like a wizard, but tempering his own will.

The howling cold wind did not stop for a moment.

Occasionally, snowflakes fell on Sauron's body. The ice and snow melted little by little, and then froze into ice due to the cold temperature. Sauron sat on the rock and did not move. The whole person looked like an ice sculpture, with only his chest. His heart was still beating slowly and steadily.

The night passed slowly.

When Sauron opened his eyes the next day, his body was covered in white frost, and his whole body was already a little bruised. When he retracted the machete, he even took off a little flesh. The palm of his hand that touched the blade was frozen on the machete. The night of meditation made him feel stiff, and the frostbite on his body had accumulated to more than fifty points, almost reaching one-third of his health.

He slowly got up, drank a little cold water, and then started eating, moving his body a little.

Today, there are no monsters who do not know whether to live or die.

Sauron's skin flushed slightly after the activity. He drank a bottle of healing potion and felt a heat flow in his body. The power of the healing potion could not restore his injury quickly. After a brief rest, Sauron continued his journey. He was still dressed in a thin shirt, barefooted on the snow and ice, advancing little by little along the road, occasionally encountering other people, looking at him with unbelievable eyes, as if looking at a lunatic!

The second day, the third day, the fourth day.

As time passed, Sauron became thinner and thinner, and his expression became more and more tired. A sharp blade buried in ice and snow. He slaughtered a pack of snowwolves, killed three goblins, and briefly fought an ice troll.

Sauron walked less and less every day because he was really tired.

On the way, he encountered some human villages, but he didn't stop at all, just walked over quietly.

Fifth day, sixth day, seventh day.

Sauron's lips were completely cracked, and his body was covered in shocking frostbite. The way he walks is a little awkward, because he has drank all the healing potions, and the accumulated frostbite eventually dragged him into a state of serious injury. He encountered a large pack of wolves, and because of the bloody smell of the frostbitten wound, the alpha wolf took a bite in his leg, so that the wound could not heal until now.

The country of ice and snow is always so cold.

Sauron walked more than a thousand miles in this icy and snowy world with bare feet and thin clothes. When a city in ice and snow appeared in front of him, he finally got the long-awaited expert prompt.

Walk a thousand miles barefoot.

Although Sauron at this moment is very, very weak, it is also his strongest moment!

Life and death are at this moment! ! !

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