Chapter 2112

"Lord rod, I would like to join the undead legion, but at least please allow me to say goodbye to my companions."

After agreeing to join the Legion, Vera asked rod.

Rod nodded and did not refuse his request: "you only have a little time."

While Rowling finds out the Dragon Whisperer prophecy card, rod plans to return to doomsday volcano, and then let the Legion members go deep underground to meet with the commander farezer there.

This period of time is also the time for rod to say goodbye to Vera. When rod returns, he will recall Vera with his spiritual mark and let many Legion members go to the periphery of the magic King's mausoleum.

Understanding the meaning of rod's words and knowing that he was pressed for time, Vera didn't care to stay more in the Legion station, and soon returned to his residence.

Outside the house, Vera saw a girl watering the newly reclaimed flower bed.

The sky on the island is overcast and dark, which provides an excellent habitat for the marine dead. The strong death energy is all around, and even the soil is deeply eroded and becomes gray and rotten.

Everything here is like the city of the dead in Vera's impression, but different from the city of the dead in Vera's memory, everything on the island is more prosperous. It is gorgeous in full bloom on death. Every Necromancer's face is full of expectation and a little fanatical.

The necromancer named rod has brought death and disaster to this island that is indisputable from the world, and even the whole ocean is being eroded by the necromancer. Those necromancer will go to more places in the world with rod.

Those flower seeds will not bloom or even sprout. The only thing that can accompany the necromancer is the cursed earth. Vera knew all this, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he buried the flowers with Jane and listened to her talk about her joy and expectation.

"You know what? There used to be such a circle of flower beds outside my yard. Every year when the whales leap out of the sea, the flowers will bloom. Even if the window is closed, the house is full of fragrance. I miss that day very much. "

The girl's whisper seemed to ring out in her ear again, and Vera had unconsciously come to Jane's side.

"Are you back? I think you left with an anxious face. Nothing happened? "

Soon, the girl's concerned voice interrupted Vera's thoughts. He sighed, but he didn't know how to speak. After a while, he said, "I... May leave Gwen island."

Jane stopped watering and lost her mind. She looked at Vera and said sadly, "are you leaving me? Didn't you say you wanted me to plant those bright flowers with you? "

Vera couldn't bear to look at Jane at the moment. His heart was sad, but he still explained: "I received the master's order. He asked me to join the undead Legion and fight with other Legion members... I'm sorry, I can't stay on the island with you and see those flowers in full bloom."

To Villa's surprise, Jane looked relieved when he said this: "it's the master's order... Villa, I don't blame you. In that case, you'd better be relieved to perform the master's task."

Vera looked stunned. He looked at Jane at the moment as if he felt a little strange.

Vera didn't feel this strange feeling all of a sudden. Since Jane woke up, he vaguely noticed something wrong with Jane.

After the battle of treasure house in the cloud, Vera realized that Jane's way of rebirth was not to perfectly revive the reincarnation of other creatures, but a unique ability in rod. If Vera remembered correctly, it should be called the "death field".

Although Jane, who has been reborn in the field of death, looks no different from the original, there seems to be some changes in her soul. The most intuitive point is her attitude towards rod.

In Vera's impression, Jane's attitude towards rod was different. Many companions on the island have become the undead creatures under rod's command, even the legendary mage guarding the island. Jane can't put down this hatred.

However, with Jane's rebirth, she seemed to completely put down her hatred and mentioned rod. Instead of having any resentment, her words were full of admiration and respect, just like

Like the members of the undead Legion.

Suddenly, Vera seemed to realize something. He subconsciously stepped back and looked at the girl's eyes, which also changed involuntarily.

Jane didn't seem to see what Vera was thinking. She watered the flowers buried in the garden again and hummed softly.

Vera's heart was cold. At this moment, his teeth trembled slightly. Previously, he was still glad that Jane put down her hatred and was willing to accept herself. Unexpectedly, everything was not what he thought. Her consciousness had been seriously distorted in the field of death. In front of the girl, although she looked the same as Jane and had all the memories of the past, her consciousness eventually changed.

Finally, Vera summoned up her courage and said to Jane, "let's... Let's find a way to leave Gwen island..."

Jane showed a puzzled look: "why do you say that?"

"This is not the real you. Maybe if you leave here, you can recover..." villa said incoherently, "I can't defeat him. In front of him, I can't even maintain my will... We can only get a short peace if we escape to a far place..."

"You are very strange today." Jane put down the water container and looked at Vera strangely. "Don't you want to leave your master? Or do you dare not accept the master's orders? "

Vera looked in pain. He had a lot to say to the girl in front of him, but he was very afraid that the girl in front of him was just a manipulated puppet.

In front of the necromancer, all the creatures who master the soul summoning art are a puppet under him. Even Vera herself can't get rid of the fate of becoming a puppet.

Finally, Vera restrained her face and looked at the girl in front of her, showing the same smile as before, but with a little more bitter smile: "keep watering... Maybe before long, those seeds will sprout one day."

The girl nodded happily and then continued her original action. What she didn't see was that Vera's eyes were full of firm light, which belonged to the will of the hero.