Night Crow Master Chapter 165
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“I just wanted to say goodbye to you . ”
The body showed a smile:
“I didn’t expect you found this, rath . When did you find it?”
“I . . . ”
“it’s OK, Rath, you don’t have to blame yourself . ” The body stood up and said Hughes, “it’s not your fault that you’re having bad luck, and you didn’t know that, did you?”
“But . . . ”
“how can a man be a mother? This is not lat I know . ” The corpse came to art’s side and laughed . Although the voice was not like it, the ups and downs of that tone were undoubtedly Hughes in art’s memory .
“By the way, do you have any musical instruments? After you buried us, you took away all our things . After resurrection, there was no weapon . Corthias complained that I had been looking for a harp for a long time He sat on the snow, patted the snow next to him, “come on, sit here, although it’s a little cold . ”
” . . . ” at sat by his side in silence . “It’s a little cold . ”
“Ha ha ha, ha!” The body laughed . “Come on, let me see my piano and see if it’s in good condition . ”
He waved his finger: “the instrument is the life of a bard! As important as life! ”
as like as two peas .
In silence, Yat takes the harp out of the inventory:
[Hughes oak harp lv4: D-shaped harp made of oak, which has been in good condition for more than ten years . ——”Musical instruments are the life of bards . ” 】
after wiping the blood, he kept the harp in the inventory .
“It’s well maintained . . . ” the other side touched the harp in his hand . “I’ve been using this harp since I was young . ”
“You haven’t used it since? This harp . ” Hughes’s voice sounded, “that’s not going to work . The instrument has to be used all the time . ”
Looking at art’s silent look, Hughes’s smile on the other side of his face gradually became peaceful:
“I said, art, let’s play a song together . ”
“Well . ”
A broken harp appeared in art’s hand . Although it had been repaired, the broken mark on it could not be effectively repaired .
“Let’s play the song at that time . ” The other side skillfully set the harp in place, gently waving the strings with his fingers .
“Deep in the forest, there is a meandering river and reeds grow . ” The melodious sound of the piano sounded slowly .
“The fish are moving forward to return to their hometown . ”
“Little fish, through the rusty armor of the river, through the skulls of the dead at rest . ”
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“The night sky is silent, and the moonlight flows with the river . ”
“The real thing is gone, and the crows no longer soar to block out the sun . ”
“The mournful player sings a hymn . ”
In turn, they play the same poem . From art’s harp, an obvious force converges on the harp in his hand . With the strings plucking, the infectious sound spreads out .
After the ensemble, both of them fell into unspeakable silence, and then Hughes manipulated the corpse and said:
“after you buried us, not long after you left, I was transformed into a dead spirit, and so was the others . ”
“At the beginning, lourder was a little difficult to accept . He said that he would not be able to enter the town, and he had to avoid the clergy . In short, it was a lot of worry . Should he be worthy of it?”
“Corteus didn’t complain much . He just said that the axe was not good enough, but he was very happy because his strength became super strong after he became a necromancer . ”
“Baft also wants to find a suitable giant sword . Recently, we found an apocalyptic enchantment weapon in a relic . The guy who has not talked much has said something excitedly for several days . Even if he doesn’t need to rest after becoming a dead spirit, it’s too much . It’s so steady before that he turns into a chatterbox . ”
“Maiya has been crying all the time for the reason that it will rot and become ugly . After I told her that the death stone can keep her body from being corrupted and that as a dead spirit, it can easily become beautiful, she becomes very happy . Do you think women are very strange?”
“Doggett has changed a lot, not in his character, but in his ability to learn necromancy the fastest . He is also very good at combining all kinds of Necromancy and traps . ”
“By the way, by the way, Anders doesn’t need a bow now . He even started fighting with his fist, and he still called himself” death fighter “!? Wow, what a surprise . I was a Bowman before
“After they became dead spirits, Karen and Lawrence looked more like whether they had any . If they didn’t speak, I couldn’t tell who they were now . They didn’t resist becoming dead spirits, but they were very excited . They asked me to make a armor made of bones for them . What are they thinking about?””Mars is the same . After knowing that he can change his body shape, he has constantly transformed his body shape . Now he has become a strong man of two meters high, and is constantly growing up . Now, little Willan can’t see the original appearance of a ratchet . Now like a wolf, can you imagine that a ratchet that is bigger than a human being –”
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Hughes said, exaggerating Rowing .
After that, he turned his head and said to Yat, “the soul of a contractual creature will be implicated in the contract through the contract, especially the slave contract . A part of the soul of the slave will even be separated and directly controlled by the contractor . Even if it is difficult to erase it, Susa said that he is controlled by flo, which is difficult to do . After death, the contract will break, but It’s not completely broken . He might be taken as a pawn by flo
“Wait a minute . . . Hughes . . . You say . . . The slave’s soul will be separated and put under the control of the contractor?”
“Yes, you just need to look at your soul, and you can see it . It seems that you will not . ” Hughes takes control of the body and hands the harp to art . “My harp is yours . Don’t break it, Ratt . ”
“I don’t know if I’ll see you next time . Are you rat . . . Yat . . . Or eye of doom?”
The body fell to the ground, completely silent .
“Can’t it be all?”
. . .
Northwest of Susa town .
A group of people are slowly moving forward, the wind and snow did not bring them any impact, one by one footprints on the snow, leaving a deep footprints .
“All of them?” Hughes looked at his hand . “Sad player? Hughes? The dead? Bards? Some of them are gone . ”
“Hughes? What’s missing? Have you lost your virginity A tall, plump woman came to him .
“Maia, can’t you stay away from me?” Hughes looked disgusted . “I was so cute, but now it’s like this . Do you want to become a shapeshift when you apply autopsy to yourself?”
“what’s wrong? No pain, no pain . ” With a smile on her mouth, she gently touched her ears . The ears suddenly lengthened and became sharp, just like the ears of elves . “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Oh, oh, you want me to be Orcish? I didn’t expect you to be so abnormal . How about the tree leopard’s tail? But changing the body into hair is a bit too much trouble . Where are you going to collect negative energy? Do you want to follow lat? He is now aware of his doom and is starting to stay away from the crowd . Will his doom still work? ”
Maya blinked .
“To glory land . ” Hughes scratched his head . “Sad epic, sad epic, should be a disaster . You can collect a lot of negative energy . You can make as many death stones as you want . ”
“Glorious mainland, I just heard of it . ” Maiya licked her lips, seductive .
“I haven’t been there either . Those perverted guys are calling for me all day . ” Hughes shrunk his mouth . “And, can’t you not do that? You’re dead . It’s cold . Even if you want to find a woman, you have to look for heat . ”
Maia is the same, so are the others . The guys who raised him are more paranoid . How can the dead be so paranoid? Because the body is dead, does it lose the ability of sense organ and secretion regulation?
When it comes to secretory regulation, he still fails to understand what secretion regulation is, what substances are secreted in the human body, and what can regulate the body’s ability and emotions .
“I hate learning . ” Hughes scratched his head . The caster had to learn so much that he had never thought of before .
“Well, good-bye to lat, let’s go to the teacher first?” Anders, next to him, said as he punched the air .
The strong force that is not limited by the body makes him play a continuous gas explosion in the air .
“I want to learn how to quickly repair my body . Every time I overuse my strength, my body will not listen . ”
“The body is damaged . ” “Look at me, perfect body shape, perfect control!” says Mars, who has grown from a big belly to a muscular man
“What’s good about muscle . . . It’s ugly . ” Maiya looked disgusted .
“All right, all right . ” Lourder touched the sword on his waist . “After finding the teacher, we have to find a way to go to Rongguang mainland by ourselves . But the teacher said that he would only teach us magic, and would not provide help in other places . ”
“Well . All in all, get out of here first . If something like this happens, the wizard and the high-level holy see will come, too? If it’s found out, it’s dangerous . ”
Everyone nodded .
But they did not know, in the snow, the figure of a few people slowly emerged .
“I said,” do these necromancers let go? Monseigneur dardo . ”
“If you do something to them, I’m sure you’ll die before you do it . It’s not the first kind of physical death, but the second kind of death, the death of the soul . “”It’s a game between the big guys . There’s only one thing we can do . Try to stay away from them . ”
“Yes . ”
“What a nuisance . . . Seeing a necromancer can’t do it . ”
“They didn’t kill and destroy, and they couldn’t do it even without protection, understand? Bishop renzad? I don’t want you to be the lunatic of the inquisition . ”
“I see . ”
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