[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

Ed knew it from the start.

The ugly undead bird that only lives on the coast of Gorda landed behind the low bushes beside it, its huge off-white pupils were like empty eye sockets of undead, staring straight at this group of undead who were exhausted from trekking but had to The knights who used the power of the elements to prop up a powerful protective shield for a moment.

From the moment the knights arrived in the western continent, they have followed them across the entire sea and reached the territory of their close relatives, the sharp-billed birds.

Bad rumors spread among the knights. The coercion of the knight commander and the reticence of the most powerful knight made them barely settled, and all of these quickly shattered and fell apart in the flames ignited in Terry City.

"It's turmoil."

The ground shook, and huge stones rolled down from the castle where the lord was.

Ed quickly put his ear to the ground, "The ground is sinking." At the moment when the voice ended, the knight commander quickly raised his sword horizontally, and the light magic suddenly lit up. At almost the same time, countless heavy shields were summoned by the knights, shining The human brilliance condensed, and the power of the elements poured out, and along with the tide on the river bank, it hit the camp fiercely.

"Turn on the teleportation array!"

The shock came from under his feet, Ed was tripped, his knees hit the ground, and the armor made a muffled sound when they collided. He didn't care to help the knights open the teleportation array. Even if it was opened, this temporary teleportation array can only teleport a limited number of people Not far enough away, he raised his head, and in the chaos, some huge shadow tumbled into the sky, hiding in the magnificent dark purple night of Terry City.

Ed breathed a sigh of relief, and accumulated several defensive spells on his body in the blink of an eye. In the chaos, he finally clenched the bars of the iron cage, and the cold touch made him more conscious.

All the shouting around went away, and the chaotic lights lit up by various magic in the darkness, like brilliant light bands, passed through the gaps in the iron cage.

"It" was still lying quietly in the cage, Ed supported the iron cage, and finally stepped onto the panicked winged horse in front of the iron cage, the winged horse neighed and flapped its wings, a fire was burning in Terry City, and there were orcs flapping their wings He rushed to the sky and was shot down by the arrows on the ground and fell into the flames. The flames, driven by the power of the dark elements, suddenly rose and stretched their tentacles to the sky, tearing a piece of blood and quickly spreading to the entire city.

This should be a purgatory-like scene.

Screams and orc screams accompanied the collapse of the building, and the rebels in the shadow of the stacked houses provoked the victim's body and threw it into the air, and then merged into this blood-stained red city, becoming a quiet ashes, falling At the feet of the panicked orcs.

Under this terrifying night sky, the breathing of the knights became silent.

The light of the teleportation array finally lit up.

Trollope Papal State Frontier

The Vannessen Manor is a Rococo-style building. The white theme building has the traditional plant reliefs of the Principality of Audou, which belongs to the Duchess Aphra, the first beauty of the Principality of Audou.

At the banquet, the singing voice of the Duchess was accompanied by a clean and brisk piano, just like ice cubes thrown into orange juice in a hot afternoon, falling into the bottom of the glass with a jingle, and a string of bubbles came out.

This is an occasion for the young nobles. Without the restraint of the elders, the steps of the ladies on the dance floor are much lighter. The first heir of the Duchy of Audu, Duke Aphra, ended a song with his golden curly hair coiled high. On the bed, the snow-white feathers fixed by green gemstones swayed slightly as she lowered her head and smiled.It was going to the most enthusiastic stage, and several young noble boys were gathering to talk about the embargo policy in Heinel in recent years.

A note suddenly went out of order, and Aphra turned her head as if feeling something. The light rain outside the manor came suddenly, and the damp breath made the colors in the suburbs of Middleton more vivid and fresh. The clear blue sky intersected with the distant green fields. She was supposed to be the calmest, holding up a glass of golden wine, politely refusing the company of her female companion.

In the rain, a carriage stopped outside the manor, and Aphra couldn't tell whether there was a family crest pattern on the two ordinary black carriages.

A gust of wind blew up the skirt of the countess's scarlet dress, and the rain hit the skirt, like patches of water blooming on the grass of the manor.The door of the carriage was opened, and a pair of brown boots stepped on the silver pedals. Under the long cloak embroidered with heather patterns, a row of small sapphires buckled to the calf. Gray ore that glowed dimly on the boots.

The treasure of the dwarves, the Deer Lake Ore, makes the bearer unable to be traced by any magic, and is thus soaked by a shallow puddle of water following the actions of its owner.

The man didn't bring any servants, and Aphra saw a pair of hands with long white gloves remove the lens of the left eye on the bridge of the nose, and there was not even any ring symbolizing the family's identity on those hands.

Aphra raised the wine glass, and the rainwater splashed into the golden and charming liquid, rolling to the ground like gems. She laughed, with a beautiful smile that would make any noble girl jealous, and threw the wine glass into the rain, She lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped into the rain to meet the young man whose face was hidden by a gray hood.

"Your Excellency Masonfield, may the light bless you."

When Ed woke up, he was surrounded by a strong smell of blood.

His armor was hung on a branch of an ancient tree, and his calf was pierced by another branch. He tried hard to maintain his sanity. The damp smell accumulated in the ancient mountains carried the bloody smell far away, and it seemed that there were tiny icicles on his body. Swimming in the blood, the cold makes the muscles and bones ache.

He looked down, saw a trail of broken cobwebs, and he threw the scabbard down, the metal colliding with the cage, and falling into the thick humus accumulated by countless epochs on the forest floor.

There was only him and "that horrible creature."

The Duchy of Audu is rich in precious magic items - dwarf ore, which is one of the most precious resources of the Duchy of Audu, the land of artists, because it is the medium for painting works with the power of elements, and it is also necessary for constructing teleportation arrays.Regardless of the decline of the kingdom or the gradual dissolution of noble blood, the Holy See of Light has always stood at the center of the mainland to gather faith. Powerful mages and brave knights, all student colleges on the mainland, under the protection of the Holy See, will be loyal to the light throughout the lives of believers .

The Holy See houses the oldest and richest tomes, the most powerful spells and the most dangerous magic items.

The teleportation array has been the privilege of the Holy See for countless epochs.This is not because of the prohibition of the Holy See, but because the teleportation array needs to consume a lot of precious magic items, and even more precious, mages who are friendly to the light element. Legend has it that before the era of the gods, there were records of teleportation arrays driven by other elements. At that time, the mages could engrave the teleportation array on precious magic items and carry it with them. However, just like the tribal city-states that wars and land and water changes have disappeared at the end of the land, these precious records are different from many other powerful magic circles. The same, with the history and gradually disappeared.

The one they just used is already the only teleportation array engraved on a scroll from the collection of the last Pope of the Golden Era.But still only a few people can teleport a certain distance.

Ed forced himself not to think about the situation of those who were not sent away by the teleportation array. He saw off the branch at his calf with a sword, and suppressed the pain when he landed, because the cushion of the leaves prevented him from aggravating the pain. .

The chaotic growth of plants on the soles of his feet gave him the illusion that the soles of his feet were about to sink in, and he pushed aside the bushes in front of him.

It was a crude trap made by orcs. Sharpened wooden stakes were inserted into the bottom of the hole. Because it had been covered with animal or human blood and internal organs for many years, the original color could no longer be seen. The iron cage was stuck obliquely like this. At the bottom of the cave, the bottom of the cave is dark, and the black robes are shrunk together, making it impossible to distinguish clearly.

Strong bloody smell.

These days, he has gotten used to this smell.

He stood up in this dead forest, and all the creatures trembled and restrained their breath.

He raised his head and bumped into a pair of scarlet pupils that flashed past.

Bartholomew looked up from the bottom of the cave. The young man was wearing armor, and his left leg was half-kneeling on the ground in a strange posture. The shield on his body, which was the same as that of the knights, was missing, and the scabbard had just been dropped by him on the ground. his side.He should be thankful that there are no other creatures at the bottom of the cave, he can feel that breath, but unlike Ed, he doesn't feel fear.

He just felt like he was bleeding out.

He didn't know what kind of creature he was, would this terrifying body also die from blood loss?

The man moved his legs, and the power of the wood element glowed from his palm. There was a sudden tremor in his throat, and he stabbed the branch. Bartholomew could imagine how painful it was.

He had an impression of this man, they called him Lord Ed.

The power of wood elements has the ability to heal, but he is too weak.

Bartholomew didn't know why he had such an idea suddenly, he froze for a moment, feeling a little strange about his evaluation of Ed.

He doesn't even know his own body well enough.

But he remembered his mission.

When Ed was traveling the mainland, he would occasionally miss the comfortable life of the Principality of Odu. The archbishop was his teacher, so he had many opportunities to stay alone on the top floor of the bishop's tower. A corner of the stained glass of the tower was broken due to age , the exposed sunlight is lazy, and a few birds raised by the nobles are fluttering and abandoned. Sometimes, the hazel cat raised by the teacher will jump on his head fiercely, and then triumphantly leave a few hairs to knock him over. Prepared potion.Life at that time seemed to have been cast with a defensive spell against despair and killing. Someone once asked him why he gave up such a life. He didn't have a definite answer, but he was a little tired of the unchanging and visible trajectory.

Including this action, he should have had the chance to refuse.

His sanity has begun to blur, he thinks of the sun-tanned girls' skins in the manor, with the smell of pine nut oil and vegetable soup, noble men galloping past on horses in winter, and the prey in the pine forest is brisk Jumping and running, accompanied by the lively cheers of the girls.

But he never regretted it.

He suddenly heard a hoarse whisper, like a wind mixed with sand and gravel blowing across the wilderness, as if a pair of sharp teeth were tearing at his ears, crushing the bones, a panic and discomfort rose from the bottom of his heart until He lowered his head, it should be the first time he looked into these eyes.

"……die."

It's pitch black, without any emotions, like the black robe of the undead, decayed and empty, unable to contain any vitality.He even doubted whether this mysterious creation had strength, because even the light didn't leave a trace in the dead land in his eyes.

The syllable had a weird twist, as if he had been pulling his vocal cords for a long time to make a sound, and the long intermittent pause in this short syllable made it reasonable to suspect that this sentence had exhausted his strength.

Ed's sobriety, which he had held on to because of fear, was gradually fading away. He could feel the soft ground calling for his sleepiness, but he had just discovered the blood around the creature.Ed confirmed that this was his sentence, and they might die here together.

But he was wrong.

A gentle ray of light lit up, floated up slowly with the airflow, he was a little fascinated, this elemental power was quiet, no killing intent could be seen, like a weak wind blocked by leaves, falling on the on his calf.

Huge elemental power suddenly gushed out and washed over his body.

He finally couldn't hold back the last sliver of sobriety.