Chapter 1929

"Do you still hate Lord rod?"

After settling in the girl, Vera asked her with a complicated look.

As a death knight, he could not disobey rod's orders. No matter what rod said, he could only strictly implement them. However, the accident happened to rod gave him the opportunity to disobey his orders.

"Rod..." listen to Vera mention that name, the girl showed confused look, eyes lost focus, "he wakes me from death, he is my master, I don't hate him at all."

"That's good..." listening to the girl's reply, Vera was also deeply relieved. If she insisted on seeking rod's revenge, Vera didn't know what to do.

Not far away, several corpse witches brought clean robes according to his orders.

On the theme plane, corpse witches, who can cause a lot of disturbances and even are regarded as the symbol of power by many necromancers, can only play the role of servants on the island. Compared with them, their power is no longer important.

Vera held his hand apart, and the robe appeared in his palm. He handed the robe to the girl: "your clothes are all wet, and there is no other suitable one here. If you don't mind, you can change into my robe first."

The girl took the robe and Vera turned away.

Looking at his relieved face, the girl was slightly moved in her heart. She wanted to find a topic to talk to him, so she asked, "you haven't told me, what's the matter with that ability? Is that the power of magic? Why don't I feel the mana wave? "

Vera thought about it and replied, "do you mean the ability to pick things up from space? That's what I got after I became a hero. I was not so strong before, but it also helped me a lot... Until I lost an important person, I found that this ability has been qualitatively improved. "

"It seems that you, like me, have lost important people." The girl sighed, "can you tell me something about you?"

There was a rustle behind him, but Vera didn't pay attention to it. He thought of what Kane had said to him.

Think of once, Vera's eyes are also a bit more lost color: "before I became a necromancer, my brother Gloria and I wandered around, stealing and selling stolen information for a living, living a life of last and last, dreaming of joining the thieves guild, becoming a trained thief, and eating warm food every day."

Looking back on the past, Vera has a complicated look.

"This ability was awakened in an accident. Every time I steal, my brother Lyle is responsible for attracting other people's attention, and then I am more flexible. But once, I failed. I tried to steal the money bag of a necromancer apprentice, but I alerted the skeleton warrior beside him, and the action was a complete failure. "

There was a girl's exclamation behind her. She seemed to be completely attracted by Vera's story. Vera didn't look back and continued:

"Before I could escape, I was easily caught by the nearby undead creatures. I was about to be killed by the angry apprentice and made into an undead creature. My brother golel stood in front of me and was willing to be punished instead of me."

Unconsciously, the girl put on Vera's black robe, came to him, looked into his eyes, and listened to the story that was not worth praising, but belonged to him.

"But the apprentice would not let any of us go, and was ready to kill Lyle and me together. At that moment, I felt heartfelt anger. If only my hand was cut off or my life was killed because the theft was found, I would not complain, because this is the price of failure, but he even insisted on Lyle. "

As she spoke, Vera reached out and waved, with an angry look on her face, as if she had returned to the scene that made him very angry.

"Driven by anger, I awakened the power from instinct or soul, which belongs to the hero. I waved to the apprentice of the necromancer, and something of him appeared in my hand, not his purse, but his heart, still beating and boiling hot. Later, my brother and I learned to evoke spirits through his magic book and became Necromancers. "

Listening to Vera's story, the girl gradually lost her mind: "do you have a brother? Why didn't I hear you mention it? "

Vera showed a wry smile: "before, when I was by your side, you were always talking about yourself. I didn't have a chance to mention it... What's more, my brother died long ago, and his body was transformed into an undead... This may be his fate. Even if I become a hero and a death knight, I can't change all this."

"After I became a death knight, I thought everything would be better. Even if I couldn't eat any more food, at least my brother could enjoy it. Unexpectedly, he died in the hands of other Necromancers." Vera lowered his head.

The girl covered her mouth and looked guilty in her eyes: "sorry, I didn't mean to mention it..."

"It's nothing." Vera waved his hand. "Since my brother died, I have rarely used this heroic specialty. Every time I use it, it reminds me of him. It was my negligence that caused his death. If I stayed with him, maybe this would not have happened... If you were not in danger, I would have forgotten that I still have this heroic specialty."

"I'm very sad to hear all this. He can make you wake up and become a hero. Even after losing him, he can make your hero's expertise improve again. Your relationship must be very good." The girl sighed and comforted.

"You are wrong." Vera shakes her head and stares into the girl's eyes. "I'm very sorry for his death, but it's not him who makes my hero strong again."

"It's you." Vera put her hand on her shoulder. "It's your death that makes my hero's specialty change. That's the most wrong thing I've ever done. Maybe it's something I want to recover or make up for. After your death, my hero's specialty has changed qualitatively. Even the God of Dharma can't stop my ability now, It's you who have given me a new meaning to my heroes. "

"I will protect you. No matter it's the God of the mage, or anything else, or even Lord rod, it can't hurt you." Vera said.

The girl stares at the person in front of her. After a long time, she hugs Vera tightly.

Death knight's body was cold, but at this moment, Vera felt warm.