The Rise of the Cemetery

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It was precisely because of the problem of the Burning Plain that Calzas had to start his wandering and loitering aimlessly.

Since the last breakup, he and the ghost's soul have been cast by Falena with some kind of shadowing spell. Although it is impossible to completely isolate the remote sensing of the Wujin avatar, the clues and intelligence learned by the other party based on this are getting less and less and more and more blurred. If this were not the case, as the death chanter whose wizard world marked the registered reward head, he would not dare to run around in the human society with such a thorn.

Along the way, pretending to be a low-level wizard, Kalsas went around to explore the secrets of the wizarding world, looking for ideas and ways to solve the current problems. But don't say it, I really found a way for him that is not the way.

What is Karsas, as the great death chanter, best at? Of course it is death! So the method he came up with was always inseparable from killing and death.

The daughter of the plague is one way he came up with!

In the necropolis, when it comes to psychic and undead transformations, the first to be deservedly is the necromancer Kel'Thuzad. But when it comes to curses, poisons, and plagues, Karthus doesn't think he is worse than the necromancer. So he was repeatedly planning to concoct a great masterpiece, the daughter of the plague, along the way.

The daughter of the plague, a mother of worms, a hotbed of disease spreading the plague everywhere. She can be transformed into tens of millions, and each pest is a small incarnation of her. As long as she is not destroyed by the enemy instantaneously, as long as she can escape a pest, she can resurrect by virtue of the rapid infection and division mutation of the plague.

In a way, she is a blood demon-like existence, but it is more extreme than the other party, and the means are more vicious.

In fact, Karsas had already had such an idea, but he did not report it to the owner of the cemetery, because he knew the nature of Master Li Xun. Such an experiment with the extermination of souls was impossible to approve.

But now far in the wizarding world, without the powerful restraint of the master, coupled with the huge difficulties encountered, Calthas could not resist the restless mind to turn this idea into reality and let his greatest creation-the plague The daughter becomes the most powerful weapon in her own hands.

For this great ideal, Kalsas went all the way, studied all the way, all the details of the transformation were already in the chest, but he only lacked the most suitable experimental carrier.

This couldn't help making him restless.

He can overcome technical problems day and night, and material problems can also be solved by plundering, but the choice of the female body of the plague is not under his control.

First of all, the mother body must be a woman who fits the physique of the dark elements. Secondly, she needs to have a very high willpower. When both of the above conditions are complete, the goal must also have a nostalgia for life and a yearning for death. Stronger is more suitable to be a mother of worms that breeds a girl of plague.

These harsh conditions are added one by one, which makes the worm mother difficult to find.

In order to find a suitable human girl, Kalsas walked very slowly along the way, and almost every village and town of a slightly larger size had to look for it. Even for this he secretly issued a reward in the Wizarding World of the Wizarding World, asking for similar girl messages at a high price.

So as soon as he settled in the hotel in Maple Town after nightfall, Calthus plunged into the largest pub in the town.

As soon as he entered the door, the noisy and noisy piercing noise came, and his nose was filled with cheap perfume, sweaty odor, the faint fragrance of wheat wine and the fennel on the fried steak. All kinds of breaths mixed together, forming a unique smell of lethality, so that Calthas was unable to guard, a big sneeze.

The wizard is indeed a well-deserved protagonist in the wizarding world, and can be traversed in almost all regions, but it must be divided into three, six, and nine. Like Karsas disguised as such, a middle-aged man in his 40s is a fledgling wizard who is not a person worth paying attention to anywhere.

Therefore, the arrival of Karthus didn't surprise everyone in the bar, but politely saluted him. With a serious expression, Karthus walked silently over the shapely drinker and went straight to the wine table in the darkest corner of the house.

When he sat down heavily on the stool, the little leader of the Association of Adventurers who was in charge of intelligence here quickly took off his hat to pay tribute, and then gathered in front of him to talk in a low voice.

It was really unexpected, the undiscovered Plague Girl's body got a clue here.

Hurrying out of the tavern, Calthas found a nowhere to cast himself an invisibility technique, and then went straight to the place provided by the other party.

...

A low and old straw hut on the northwest edge of Fenglin Township.

The bright and bright crescent moon in the sky lightly sprinkled its silver brilliance into the hut, illuminating the thatched pile next to the corner of the house. Serra leaned beside the haystack, rubbing her empty stomach, and peeping through the gap to the tall and spacious wooden house at the end of her sight.

With the help of the cold Yuehui, it can be clearly seen that this Sella is a young and awkward girl at the age of eleven or twelve. It's a pity that because of the perennial malnutrition, she is obviously much more petite and thinner than the girls of her age. Not only is her face covered with crisscross stains, but even her clothes are covered with smelly mud.

Perhaps this is the only way to cover her delicate white face, and to prevent her from being targeted by those street villains and become a missing population that nobody cares about.

It was dinner time of the day, where the lights were bright, the food was fragrant, and a faint smile or two could be heard faintly.

"Aunt Emir's family is going to eat again!" Serra thought bitterly.

As she became more hungry, a rapid footstep sounded outside the hut, and soon, the cold moonlight that penetrated into the house would be blocked by a figure.

A hairy guy who looked only fourteen or five years old pushed open the skewed "wooden door", and digged in, whispering softly, "Sela, Sela, come out quickly, and see what I brought you?" "

The hut is dim, and there is an unspeakable musty smell after the thatch is ruined. Such a bad environment is that many beggars are also reluctant to stay.

Suddenly came to this dark place, it took John a few seconds to gradually adapt to the light in the house. The simple hut was small, and there was not much room for people except for the thatched piles, so he quickly found the starving half-dead Sela.

"Sela, get up. Look at what this is?"

Little John took out a small bulging pocket from his arms, squatted on the side of Sella, gently opened the bag, and suddenly a peculiar fragrance of oats came.

food? !

Sala, who was already hungry and dizzy, smelled the fragrance and instantly recovered her strength. She suddenly sat up from the haystack and swallowed it in front of her pocket. Because there was no shelling, and no water, Serra was quickly choked. Despite the blushing of her small face, she coughed unceasingly, but she was still reluctant to waste a penny, blocked her mouth with her hands, and swallowed them with little effort.

"Don't worry, Sela, there are so many here, you can have a full meal today!" Little John looked at this partner who grew up together with a distress, and reached out to help her flap her back.

With the help of that brief moment, Sylla seemed to see something, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Little John's arm.

A whip is clearly visible on the wrist, the wound has been slightly raised, and the faint blood is slowly seeping out.

Sella whispered and took Little John a step forward, only to see clearly. Even his cheeks and corners of his eyes were swollen, apparently suffering from severe beatings.

Silent tears ran down instantly.

It is the harvest season of the year. Caravans full of heavy grain bags are everywhere in and around the town. As long as the hands and feet are sharp, a sharp hollow bamboo tube and a small sack, you can A lot of food was stolen from the carriage. But once caught by the guys who drove the car, they had to punch and kick.

Serra is hungry all year round, where there is still the strength to do this difficult job. If it weren't for the food hungry that little John had mixed on the streets every day, I'm afraid Sera would have starved to death in this dilapidated hut.

"John, it's all for me! I ..." Sella pulled the little John down and tore a clean spot from his shirt to help him bandage the wound on his wrist.

Little John smiled shyly, avoided the small hand that Sella wanted to caress his swollen eyes by the movement of his head, and looked at the big mansion in the distance through the gap in the wall of the hut. : "It's all your **** Uncle Emir family. It was obviously that they were staying in your house, but your father only lost contact for a year, and they pushed you out of their hearts ..."

Serra shook her head unconsciously, the tears flowing more cheerfully, and the mud on her white face was diluted a lot, revealing a delicate and delicate face.

"This may be my life! John, I miss my dad so much!"

As a famous adventurer, Sierra's father was also a famous figure in Fenglin Township. However, after participating in an expedition hired by the wizard, his whereabouts are no longer known.

Sella curled her hands back to her darkest corner and chuckled silently.

Little John rubbed his hands in distress, but he didn't know how to comfort a crying girl. He could only push the bag of oats forward again, and hately said: "Sela, you can rest assured. I have joined Sauk now. The short-handle will soon learn one's skills, then you can revenge for you! Not to mention your **** uncle's family, I will not let go of the bought-in sheriff's family! "

Silent in the darkness.

Little John shook his head helplessly, lowered his head out of the low thatched hut, turned his head and looked bitterly at the wooden house that reflected the warm and warm bonfire, and whispered and walked down the side road.