[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

Felean commanded the knights who left Terry City. Many things began to become inefficient when their combat power was reduced by half. It took them a while to finally hold up the protective spell on this land.

The knight commander buried his scabbard under an ancient tree. The crown of the tree was as high as [-] meters, straight into the clouds, and held up the golden light of the setting sun.Ed wakes up leisurely, with a dusty robe spread on his body, surrounded by fluctuations of fire elements, warm, but quiet without any restlessness from burning plants.He propped up his body, nodded quietly and smiled, as a greeting to the knights around him.

There was no scar on his calf, the blood was congealed and stuck to the fabric, and he realized that no one had the desire to talk, the silent movements of the knights, someone dropped the cloak, and sat slumped in a corner holding the heavy shield , some people lowered their eyes and recited the hymn silently, praying for the blessing of the light. The few remaining light-friendly knights were quietly and hurriedly going back and forth to heal the wounds of the injured, but the pale faces exhausted the elemental power of the group of healers facts are exposed.

There is a sword stuck in the center of the camp, the blade is broken in two, passed down from generation to generation by the Felean family, the jewel that symbolizes light and loyalty is left with a dim light, only the pattern of Bellamias engraved on the sword body Nothing has changed.

He looked around at the extremely light red surrounding, ignoring the intricate vegetation and the ups and downs of the land. There were creatures peeping in the distance, but none of them dared to touch it.

After all, this was the protection that Knight Commander Felean had built up at the cost of breaking his sword.

Miles was carrying a silver water jug ​​and water bags made from the stomachs of several monsters. He should have just returned from searching for a water source.

Miles is a delicate-looking young man. Although his prominent cheekbones and gloomy expression make him look extraordinarily gloomy, but as Ed's close partner, the inexplicable aura around him makes this group of well-born and well-off family The knights felt awkward, but because most of the knights were upright and friendly, they got along well.

He saw that Ed had woken up, so he sat on Ed's side as a matter of course, but his whole body remained vigilant, even under the protection of one of the most powerful fire elemental knights in the world, he did not relax for a moment.

"The turmoil in Terry City has spread to several nearby cities."

Ed took Miles' water bag, took a sip, and moistened his dry lips. At the same time, he also tasted a bit of blood. Miles continued to tell Ed the news he had received.

"Half of Terry City has sunk into the ground. The exile orcs who originally wandered around the Angus Mountains have entered Terry City. Some orcs saw groups of undead birds gathering outside the city." He paused and raised his hand. At the beginning, the undead bird with a dark body, a skinny figure, sparse feathers, and gray eyes cast a cold gaze on them from the low tree canopy. Miles was born in the Western Continent, and he knew that the appearance of this strange creature meant nothing. What, Ed, who had followed the Knights of the Principality of Odu to the Western Continent for training, was also the same.

"War." Ed's voice was soft, as if he was talking to himself. ,

Miles was not afraid of this word. He looked around at the knights who covered the imprint of the Holy See, and said in a low voice: "The lords of various territories, the nobles of the Western Continent who live on blood, died half a month ago. Started to win over mages and neutral orc tribes. Priests from the Abyss Temple met white wolf tribesmen with different-colored pupils in the Fein Valley. They all wore blood-red totems. In pagan beliefs, this is curse and death recovery."

"It was just too sudden."

Ed looked across most of the camp. Several knights in heavy armor were handing over. They changed their tired companions. One of the knights was holding a dark box with protective runes clearly engraved on it.

This thing that obviously does not match the style of the Holy See of Light naturally attracted the attention of most people in the camp.

Ed didn't have any reason, but just instinctively paid attention to the reaction of the "undead creation", but only saw the motionless pitch-black robe curled up in a corner, only occasionally leaking a small fluctuation.

"We've done our best." The knight commander didn't wear his helmet, and Miles had already retreated silently when the knight commander approached, and disappeared into the tree with a few nimble jumps. Felleran didn't miss the renounced nobleman. The power ranger looked away from time to time, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "There is only one teleportation array, and it was supposed to be used in a very critical time, but unexpectedly, the critical moment came too early."

The knight commander is still so invincible, with a steady voice, it is obvious that he is a natural leader.

"Lord Ed."

He still addressed him according to noble etiquette.

"Your teacher, Archbishop Dould, is a good friend of Pope Dumin, so he should know the limits of the scroll."

Aristocratic blood is not uncommon among the bishops of the Holy See. Durd was born in the Duke of Audou, who loves art, and inherited the title of earl. He liked to learn from the oil painting masters in his family since he was a child. It is obviously easier to resonate. During the reign of Pope Dumin, Ed was also fortunate to have the power to enter and exit the Holy See library many times.

On the mainland, the scrolls of the teleportation array, which are almost unknown to the people, are limited to three people at a time. Even if they are treasured by the Pope several epochs ago, in the classics about the teleportation array, the magic words recorded are obscure and mysterious. The loss of spells and symbols has made the powerful mages in the Holy See never give up on researching and improving it even after several generations, but five people should be the limit that this scroll can carry.

And here, even though everyone was shrouded in the cloud of death, nearly half of the knights still escaped from the land that had been reduced to a sea of ​​blood under the influence of the scrolls.

"The curse follows you everywhere," said the knight. "In Terry City, 'it' has fluctuations in the power of the elements. Even though it looks so weak, no one should relax their vigilance against the cursed who appear in the oracle."

Whether it is a knight who is a part-time elemental power or a full-time mage, the use of elemental power requires a medium, or language, or magic items, but the education received by Ed and Felean Knight Commander makes them not easy to be deceived. Bewitched by appearances.The fluctuations of elemental power are complex and subtle. A powerful mage can even judge every tiny trajectory and flaw of the elemental power used by the opponent based on this. It is also the most accurate way to judge the source of elemental power.

The dark box was opened by the knight, and there was a continuous muffled sound of metal collisions. The slender chains were made from the ore veins of the Fangorn Forest and the bones of the dragons. They were called forbidden, and they were used to resist all curses. Before the era of the gods, The royal family condensed this precious material into a crown, which was passed down through the ages to protect the bloodline from the curse.After the Golden Age, with the disappearance of the sub-dragon, the dragon knight became history, and the land of the dwarves no longer forged magic items using dragon bones as raw materials.

And the items that countless people on this continent will be crazy about are nested on the iron cage.

"Treasures of the Holy See."

Ed said to himself, the knight commander didn't care and didn't answer.Ed lowered his head, seeming to be thinking, or just wandering. The knights over there had already prepared food, and Knight Commander Felleran turned and left. Ed seemed to remember something, and asked the knight for some food.

It is said to be food, but it is actually just a piece of hard bread. Through magic, it can be preserved for a longer period of time, and a small piece can provide more energy.

Ed didn't eat, and the undead birds couldn't sing. Only when their huge wings spread, people could capture the traces of their activities.Miles' vigilance was not unreasonable. Even though Ed didn't feel the killing intent from the terrifying beast, Ed knew very well that they had invaded the land that didn't belong to them, and those who possessed the truly powerful blood , the consciousness of possession and killing are rooted in their blood passed down from generation to generation.

The light gradually became dim. In the night of the Western Continent, there was no starlight in the purple sky. Only the plants on the canopy glowed with golden light. In the undulations of the rolling mountains, they were connected into one piece. It was a splendor that the starry sky of the Eastern Continent did not have. .And in this open space, under the cover of many tall trees, even for this group of knights with powerful elemental power, there is only an indistinguishable darkness.

Ed, leaning against one corner, opened his eyes. His hazel-colored pupils tried to focus and adjust. During his many years of travelling, he had been exposed to such darkness, but it was recognized that human pupils were not favored by the Creator God. Gently rubbing the crown of the tree, the power of the wood element emits a dim light, quietly circling up the branches and leaves, Ed's fingertips feel the vibration from far to near, the subtle sound of friction, along the thick trunk Next, he touched a piece of icy scales, and the giant hidden in the shadows passed by quietly, disappearing into the depths of the forest.

The knight guarding the iron cage was already exhausted. Ed was holding the slender iron rod wrapped in emery cloth in his hand. He spoke gently, with a slightly hoarse and trembling voice, and his usual inexplicable nervousness and shyness when facing strangers made him People have a strange sense of affinity.

"Perhaps I can stand for you for a while."

Ed raised his head and glanced at the knight, his eyes quickly swept across the quiet iron cage, he seemed a little embarrassed, his fingers trembled, and he didn't smile a little until the knight gratefully returned the blessing of light.

One-third of the people in the camp were still awake, but the dim light and the pressure of the day made them unable to maintain the keenest observation ability.

Ed walked to a corner of the iron cage, and the "creature of the undead" seemed to feel something, and Ed felt that it turned his body slightly.

He didn't know what to call "it".

When the "creation of the undead" reached out to him the black hands that looked like coke, barely covered by skin and flesh, and only skeletal hands remained, Ed strangely lost the first sight in his heart, the extreme fear and defense that came from instinct, he took a bag of water Gently put into the cage.

The "creation of the undead" seemed to be stunned for a moment before carefully taking it over and tentatively putting it into the hood. Ed guessed that he should have taken a sip, but unexpectedly, he didn't finish it. "It" took the water bag Hidden in a large black robe.

Ed didn't say anything, took out a piece of bread left over from the evening, and he moved closer this time.

Ed's teacher once said that he has a unique kind of bravery. His silence and quietness in the face of human beings seem to have reached another extreme in the face of powerful and unknown creatures.

He is curious about this creature, and since that healing, it even includes more goodwill towards "creatures of the undead", which he has definitely admitted.

So, he put his hand into the cage.

If other knights saw such a scene, they would regard him as a lunatic, or, possibly, those who knew that Lord Eddard had given up his inheritance rights would have already decided that he was a lunatic.

But his reaction to this was mediocre. The "creature of the undead" propped up his body, and Ed felt a slight itching, which was an unusually cold touch. "It" passed his hand and took the piece of bread.

Ed suddenly smiled a little, but it was a pity that the light was dim, and Bartholomew couldn't tell whether this young man who always seemed taciturn and shy was satisfied because he accepted his water and food.

Bartholomew attributed this goodwill to the handy healing magic. The teleportation scroll was too fragile. In order to ensure that enough knights could be teleported and leave the land alive, he spent most of the elemental power he had carefully accumulated. , the remaining little is enough to heal the wounds on the young man, but it can do nothing to Bartholomew's own pain.

He can still feel Aurora's aura. Before the arrival of the Knights, Aurora has hidden herself. He believes that the girl's ability will not put her in danger, even though the boy next to this young man has the blood of a monster .

Yes, the lineage of Warcraft, Forest Snake and Silver Eagle.

Aurora could feel it, so he also noticed it, but none of these knights who believed in light, loyalty and bravery realized that the terrifying monsters hidden around them were the power to protect them.

The man still didn't leave, he took over the work of the guard seriously, Bartholomew felt a little warmth climb up his palm, he lowered his head, a little bit of bleak green flowed slowly towards his body along the iron cage .

Wood healing.

Ed had learned the healing technique. Even though the healing effect of the power of the wood element was often half the effort compared to the light element, his elemental power recovered very quickly. After the teleportation, his elemental power was exhausted, and he could not even clearly Aware of what element the healing technique given to him by the "Undead Creation" came from, but this did not prevent him from wanting to return the help of "it".

A leaf unfolded in Bartholomew's palm, and a burst of pain hit him suddenly.

Bartholomew suddenly fell down on his struggling body, and a small but painful sound came out of his throat.Ed quickly realized this, and immediately stopped the power of the elements.Bartholomew's pain stopped

For the rest of the night, Ed sat down slowly, his body leaning against the iron cage, even at a distance that Bartholomew could reach with his hand, he did not show any tension.

Bartholomew didn't hold back, and his consciousness quickly sank into darkness.