fallen devil

Chapter 48 No.40 Triumph in Eight Acts
In the Luoge camp, the sky was gloomy, with light rain pattering.

People are always reluctant to go out on rainy days, walking on the sparsely populated streets, and stopping in front of several soldiers without haste.

The pervasive water stains reflected a figure in a damp and shabby coat. This was a necromancer.

His blue-gray eyes glanced slightly, and his voice was low.

"Take me directly to Lord Alaka."

Lifting his rain-wet chin, his messy beard was of different lengths, and his attitude was somewhat arrogant.

Necromancers are notoriously eccentric, after all, they have always been with corpses.

The same goes for the only heroic necromancer "Andi Tu" in the camp. Sometimes he stares at the surrounding companions in a daze, which is creepy.

"you are?"

Armored soldiers are not professionals, but they can also feel the surging magic power exuded by the people in front of them.

"It has been a long time."

The necromancer showed nostalgia, and his voice paused, "My name is Hof."

"Returning from the cold place, no, to be more precise... it should be the place where the bones are buried."

This is an extremely unfamiliar name, at least it has not appeared in the past few years.

These armored warriors looked at each other, the surprise on their faces couldn't be concealed, and the hesitation they showed was fully seen by the Necromancer.

"Ha ha."

"Idiot, how many necromancers can there be in Rogue's camp?"

"I was a hero-level professional when I set off, show me the way!"

"This is an order!"

He chuckled twice, and took out the rusty professional signboard from his arms. The crooked characters on it looked like tomb inscriptions, stained by water stains and blurred by the rain.

The sound of the conversation disappeared, leaving only the almost frozen eyes and the continuous sound of falling rain.

An eerie silence.

After a long time, the complexity in his eyes was gradually replaced by awe, a tall armored warrior nodded and saluted very solemnly.

Amidst the clatter of neat armor and the sound of footsteps, the remaining armored warriors respectfully sent the triumphant hero away.

"You believe he's, uh, back from the cold, I mean it's possible..."

Maintaining a respectful posture, an armored soldier whispered to his companions.

"This is normal."

Another armored warrior showed understanding, "A hero always needs some gimmicks to enrich his legend."

"But the losses in the Battle of the Icefields were huge, just because of this person?"

"You haven't seen him. Besides, it's not advisable to talk about professionals. Compared to this, have you ever heard of the Bone Burial Ground?"

"Uh, you mean the abandoned cemetery before? At that time, the erosion of demons was not as serious as it is now. That's where we used to place soldiers—"

"Stop, stop, stop here. You need to change your habit of talking nonsense."

"They're gone."

The armored soldiers raised their heads as if consciously, the water color filled their field of vision, and the gloomy sky resounded with thunder.

The figure gradually blurred in the spider web-like rain scene, and then slowly moved away along their gaze.

The scene changes to the Rogge camp council meeting.

The fire was bright and exuded a warm atmosphere. The temporary meeting place made of simple wooden boards and adhesives was very lively at this time.

There are three figures in total, and they seem to have been waiting here for a long time.

"How arrogant!"

Clenching the letter in his hand, Kasha looked displeased and threw the paper into the torch, burning it to ashes.

Black dust drifted across her fiery red hair and restless eyes.

"Even a hut has glory. If it's really to help us get back to our hometown, why are we so pretentious?"

"In five years, professionals outside have to go back and forth at least hundreds of times. There is no record at the outpost. Could it be that Hof can't eat or drink?"

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice, "The sisters have already provided information that his leather armor fell somewhere in the 'Icy Plain', and Hof is already a dead man!"

"I will find out who caused the crime!"

Kaxia made a loud noise, her eyes were full of anger, and she was about to leave, but was stopped.

"Wait, Kasha."

It was the tall Warriv who spoke.

The flame on the torch swayed slightly, and the shadow swayed with the sound of rain outside the house, covering up the little sparks.

Warriv, she, Alaka, three important figures gathered here because of Hof's letters, but unexpectedly the person did not show up.

"Looking at the handwriting doesn't look like a prank."

Warriv hesitated, took out the letter addressed to him, and studied it carefully.

Due to Kasha's restlessness, he was a bit suspicious as calm as he was, but it was obviously not beneficial to do this kind of prank.

"According to the astrologer at the camp, Hof is not dead."

Alaka raised his head slightly and suddenly became quieter. "There are traces of magic power on this letter. Professionals who are not heroic level cannot leave it."

"We should trust him."

Her meaning was obvious, Kaxia hesitated to speak, and finally, the anxiety on his face subsided a lot.

"I understand."

She closed her eyes and resumed her usual calm posture. Araka smiled when she saw this scene.

This smile seemed to be an omen, the half-hidden door was pushed open, wet footsteps sounded, and the corner of the damp and chilly coat was dragged on the ground, scraping out traces of dampness.

He took off the cloak, revealing messy blond hair, and blue-gray eyes embedded in his skinny face, showing a bright light.

Warriv and Kasha froze for a moment, looking at the person in disbelief.

The cold blue rain outside the door kept pouring down, and the bright yellow fire light inside the door seemed like two worlds.

Gently close the wooden door, the strange sense of drop disappeared, a smile appeared on the stiff face of the visitor, and the voice was low and hoarse: "The Rogge camp has changed a lot, I can't find it here for a while."

Throwing the soaked overcoat on the wooden chair beside him, he stepped on the creaking floor and walked up to Akara, half-kneeling to salute.

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life, Lord Araka."

Before the purple-robed nun could speak, he stood up gracefully and continued: "I have a lot of news to convey to you, from the cold plain, from the bloody wasteland, and many, many."

"If they're really useful, I might consider hosting a welcome for you, uh."

Kasha, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke out, but realized with embarrassment that what she said was inappropriate.

The welcome party is for the triumphant hero, but the grass in front of Hof's tombstone is three feet high.

After the site of the Icy Plain was lost, the cemetery of the burial professional and Rogge was moved to the corner of the Rogge camp, and Hof's tombstone was also moved here.

"The Resurrection, I think so."

Kasha quickly changed his words and emphasized the premise again, "Your news must have this value."

"She was joking, you are very welcome."

Warriv at the side expressed his heart on behalf of Kasha, and he showed a hearty and nostalgic smile: "The hero finally triumphed."

　The war is imminent, is anyone going to join the army at the professional camp?
　　Recruiting players...By the way, please ask for a recommendation ticket (wipe away tears

　　


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