Cataclysmic Transformation

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In the early morning, in front of the Naka manor, Zhaoxia painted the castle-like Naka manor in golden.

A white silver-winged Pegasus draped in the morning light, and slowly landed in front of the gate of the Naka Manor. The Silver Wings immediately flew off a beautiful female knight in heavy armor, which shocked everyone in the manor for a time.

"Who is she? Is it the owner's guest?" A servant asked.

"I don't know, I don't know. Her mount is Silverwing Pegasus, she must be a strong man ..." answered an old-fashioned servant.

"She's so beautiful, it would be nice if I could be my wife ..." A young servant stared closely at the other's tall chest and swallowed hard.

"Just dream about it ..." said another female servant surnamed nightly, but her eyes were full of jealousy.

The servants of Naka Manor whispered.

The beautiful horsewoman knocked on the door, and not long after, the door opened, and Kately opened the door with a look of contempt, and he had just woke up.

"Hey, who are you looking for? Hey?"

The beauty outside the door lit Kitley's eyes, and he was completely sleepless. "Is it you?"

The person who came was Xia Ya. She came to refund the money. The task failed. There is nothing to say. Of course, there is no guarantee for the temporary task. Xia Yada can use the money to leave, but she has her own dignity and will never do so. .

When seeing Charya, Kitley was in a hue, and said with a smile, "Beauty, are you here to find me, ah-please come in quickly ..."

However, at this time, Xia Ya's face was covered with frost, and her handsome big eyes were almost going to spit out fire. For this task, the other party's information was wrong, so she suffered a big loss, suffered humiliation, especially by a The fifteen-year-old boy had a lesson, and she lost her face, leaving nowhere to breath.

Seeing the fascinated Kitley, Shaya felt only a moment of nausea, and she burst out.

"Get back your stinky money, I won't do this task!"

Shaya took a bag from her arms and slammed it into Kitley.

"Ouch--"

Kitley hadn't reacted yet, only felt a pain in his head, and immediately got a big bag. Huang Chengcheng's gold coins spread out and scattered all over the floor.

Kitley froze there.

Xia Ya didn't say anything, didn't explain anything, turned around and left.

"Ouch, you ... how do you hit someone? It hurts, you ... don't go ..."

Kitley covered his half of his face and yelled, "Come here, stop me!"

The master spoke, but none of the Naka Manor stepped forward. What was the strength of the other party? Everyone was naturally in the heart, and Naka Manor did not stop her.

Master ’s orders have to be heard, but his own life is more important.

Charlie also ignored Kitley. She took care of herself, and pulled the reins. The Silver Wing Pegasus ran away for a few steps and plunged into the sky.

Only the inexplicable Master Kitley was in a daze.

...

In a dim forest, Ron leaned on a faint light and built a small shack on a big tree. He also learned the craft from Grandpa Zari. At that time, Ron learned only for fun , Unexpectedly now it is of great use

First, use a few thick branches to set up a rough frame on the tree, tie it with a strong grass rope, and then lay a thatch around, leaving a small hole for easy access, it looks like a large bird nest.

In such a shack, the wind can't come in, the rain can't come in, people live in it, the winter is warm in summer and the summer is cool, the only bad thing is that people sleep in it, and the hard branches make Ron's back hurt.

Fortunately, he used to live a hard life, and this sin can bear.

Ron has been away for three days and three nights since the battle between Homelin and the Silver Wing Pegasus Knight Shaiya. In the past few days, in order to prevent Gerat from sending someone to hunt down, Ron has been looking for some Walking on a lonely road.

A few days later, Ron's feet had rubbed a lot of blisters and came here.

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There was no road on the ground, covered with all kinds of weeds. These weeds rose more than a meter high, and Ron walked only one head.

One of the characteristics of this forest is darkness.

Even in the most intense day of the sun, this forest is still dim like dusk, let alone in the dark, it is normal to reach out with five fingers.

Ron picked up a knight novel a long time ago called "The Earl's Revenge". The protagonist in the book is the one who cultivated strength in the forest and finally got revenge. This gave Ron an inspiration. If it is cultivation, it is best to go Go to uninhabited places.

And the forest gave Ron a feeling that it was safe. As the Necromancer walking in the dark, darkness is the best protection.

Ron slipped down the tree quickly, and after practicing undead magic, he felt a lot more flexible.

"Ron, do you really plan to leave the Holy Roman Empire?" Khomelin couldn't help asking. He knew that it was indeed dangerous for Ron to stay in the Holy Roman Empire. You know, the Holy Roman Empire prohibits the cultivation of undead magic.

"Yes, Grandma Khomelin ..." Ron insisted unexpectedly on this matter, "If I didn't avenge Grandpa Zari, I would not leave the Holy Roman Empire ..."

"Um ..." Khomelin nodded, looking at Ron's eyes a little comforted.

He felt that there was a crisis lurking everywhere in this dark forest. Such a place was the ideal place to practice.

The humble shack, the hard life, and the daily need for all kinds of fierce battles to get food, such an environment can best exercise one's mind. Ron ’s choice is not wrong,

In the eyes of Khomelin, this is true cultivation. Compared with those noble children, they lie on a soft bed every day, eat a variety of exquisite food, and wave a few waves in the luxurious practice room, tired. There is also a beautiful maid who massages gently, growing up in such an environment, it is easy to make people enterprising.

And strong aggressiveness is a necessary condition for becoming a strong man.

"Oh, Ron, where you live is solved, what about the food?" Khomelin smiled.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Homelin." Ron replied, "I'll cook myself ... of course, if I can hit the prey ..."

When Ron faced the Maple Leaf Town, in the grove behind the Maple Road, it was common to catch a pheasant and hare to beat the teeth, and now his strength has soared. He has great confidence in hunting him.

"Then I'm relieved ..." Khomelin said with a smile, and then his face was full, and he said straight, "Ron, since you chose to take the path of the Necromancer, it means to fight against the Holy See, and , You have to avenge your grandfather. I wo n’t say more about the hardships and dangers ... "

Homerington continued, "The strong, have always grown under pressure, Ron, my first task for you is to survive in this crisis-ridden place ..."

Ron nodded heavily.

Khomelin smiled again, "So, from now on, I will not help you with anything other than pointing you to cultivation, nor will I be able to enter your body to solve the crisis for you, so everything is necessary to survive here. It's up to you. "

Ron's gaze changed a bit, but after thinking about it, he nodded and said firmly.

"I know, Grandpa Khomelin ..."

Homerin smiled and said, "Ron, how many undead magic have you learned now?"

"Three ..." Ron tilted his head and thought for a while, then said with a finger, "The first is skull summoning, the second is bone spurs, and the third is skull restoration ..."

"Good ..." Khomelin smiled. "I'm now starting to pass on your fourth undead magic-bone shield ..."

Bone Shield is the most basic defensive magic of a necromancer. Khomelin passed on three of Ron ’s undead magic, the first is summoning magic, the second is offensive magic, the third is auxiliary magic, and the fourth, It was defensive magic. In this perilous forest, Ron learned a defensive magic, which greatly increased his chances of survival.

Ron was stunned, Khomelin pointed a little, a green light sprang from his finger, shot into Ron's forehead, and disappeared directly.

A moment later, Ron found that there was something more in his mind, which was exactly the cultivation method of Bone Shield.

Khomelin's appearance is quite a bit off, "Ron, with your current strength, I can only teach you these things, more advanced undead magic, you can't learn now ..."

He waved his hand, "Fighting that female knight, I lost a lot of soul power ..."

He said with a wry smile, "I thought my soul power could be restored, but in fact it was a little less, Ron, I am afraid I need a period of deep sleep to recover. During this time, I am afraid to rely on yourself Now ... "

Ron took a closer look. Sure enough, Khomelin's soul power was lost a lot, and his body became much darker.

"Grandpa Khomelin, thank you ..." Ron felt a little moved in his heart. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't lose so much soul power."

"Stupid boy, what silly words are you talking about?" Khomelin smiled. "I'm connected to your soul now. Is it because you think you are dead, and I can live?"

He said with a sigh, "However, even if I restore some soul power, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you too much. Everything in the future depends on yourself--"

"Grandpa Homelin ... Would you ..." Ron asked with a little worry.

He is a necromancer, and he also cultivates soul power. He naturally knows how important the loss of soul power affects the soul body of Khomelin. When the soul power is lost to a certain extent, Khomelin will even disappear directly, because he originally It is the life body composed of soul power.

Khomelin smiled, "It's okay, a deep sleep can restore part of my soul ..."

He glanced at the soul ring in Ron's hand and smiled, "This is all its credit ..."

He paused again and said, "Ron, you have to use this soul ring well. Although I have got this soul ring for many years, I have not been able to understand its secrets. I always feel that its origin has no surface. So simple ... "

"Ron, if you break through the junior necromancer, let your soul enter this ring. Then, I will pass on your more advanced undead magic ..."

Homerlin said this, and his figure slowly faded until it disappeared, and he returned to the ring.

The forest returned to calm, Khomelin's soul fell asleep again, and Ron stood alone under the tree. In this dark and secluded forest, Ron felt unprecedentedly lonely for the first time.

"In this way, everything can only be done by myself ..." Ron clenched his fists. "I will survive here until I avenge Grandpa Zari ..."

Ron admonished himself like this.

But he did not know that this dark forest is a famous dangerous place in the west of the Holy Roman Empire-the dark forest.