dedicated to violets

After death, people will go to the country of fog, Nibelungen.

There is the country of the dead, everywhere is filled with fog, damp and cold, and the sun is not seen all year round.

Sean was stunned. He was used to the name "Forest of Mists", but he didn't think of it for a while.

"what do you mean?"

"I have a very bizarre conjecture," Viri said, "The forest of mist may be the country of fog."

Fast City is not in danger for the time being, and Sean has been busy since the undead incident intensified.In addition to discussing the solution of the undead with the high-level guild, it is also necessary to properly deal with those mercenaries returning to the city who are seriously injured and dying.

Viri couldn't help much, so he wandered in the fast.

News of the undead has spread to Wangdu, Pence and other places, and now even the trains no longer pass through Fast.

The pharmacists and doctors in the hospital were overwhelmed. The speed of discharge of the wounded was obviously not as fast as the speed of admission, so the mercenaries who were not injured or life-threatening could only get some medicine and go back to recuperate.In just a few days, Fast fell into a strange and restless atmosphere.

However, the news brought back by these mercenaries was useless. The army of skeletons in the forest was mighty, and Sean was restless.In order not to sit still, he even decided to personally lead the team to the forest of mist to find out.It wasn't until the morning of the third day that things took a turn for the better.

There is a mercenary group bringing back brand new news.

——They saw a mysterious man in a cloak standing behind the skeleton.

After Xiao En got the news, he was very happy, and quickly called Wei Li who was wandering around in the city back to confirm the identity of the mysterious person.

They haven't found John yet.

When Viri returned to the mercenary headquarters, the living room was full of people.

He stood outside the house, glanced in through the glass window, and saw many acquaintances.

The former head of the wolf pack mercenary group, mage Brown Clark; several vice presidents of the guild, and a dozen or so unfamiliar faces, all of them seemed to be high-level mercenary groups, with different identities, including mages and warriors.

The snowy owl squatted on Willi's shoulder and let out a weak cry.

"Want to rest?" Willie stroked the snowy owl's back feathers.

In the past two days, he had neglected to take care of the snowy owl. Now that the snowy owl hooted, he only spoke a few words of comfort.The snowy owl was not very happy, and his spirit was very listless, which made Willie feel a little worried.

He whispered: "What's the matter? Is it a bit boring here, we'll be here tomorrow, how about going back to Fryer?" The snowy owl let out a few whimpers from its throat as a response to him.

Viri didn't understand what it meant, and was about to say a few more words, when the snowy owl spread its wings and flew away from his shoulder.

"Huh?" Viri stretched out his hand to grab it, and the snow-white feather slipped lightly between his fingers.

I turned my head to look for the figure of the snowy owl, but found that it stopped after flying a few meters, landed in the flowerbed, and walked back and forth on the soft soil.It folded its wings, carried it behind its back, and stepped forward with its legs up and down, which was quite funny.

Sean talked with the gathered group leaders and high-level officials for a while, but he still didn't wait for Viri to appear.

Finding that Wei Li was just outside the door, he quickly walked over, pulled Wei Li into the living room, and asked him, "What are you dawdling outside?"

The snowy owl hides among the flowers, and wherever it passes by, the flower buds are trembling.

He couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head, and said to Sean: "It's nothing, let's go in."

The mercenary group that brought back the news was seriously injured. Out of the dozen or so elites, only three narrowly escaped death, and two of them are still unconscious. Only the deputy group leader can barely walk around. Whatever he says, he must insist on bringing back the news tell others.

He didn't want his brothers who were born and died to lose their lives for no reason.

It's a pity that there is a big problem now. This young man full of hatred is struggling to speak.

Viri glanced at the deputy head of the mercenary group who was lucky enough to save his life. His left sleeve was empty, his entire arm was missing, and his face was uglier than that of Brown next to him. It was bluish white, as if it had been painted with a layer of white paint, without a trace of blood.

Sean whispered to Willy in a low voice: "He can talk now, thanks to the pharmacist's credit, his body has been overdrawn in advance, after this period, it is estimated that he will lie in bed for several months."

Willie nodded, indicating that he understood.

Norman Bertie was a standard swordsman. Looking at the thick calluses on his palm, Viri judged that his usual weapon was a large sword, which needed to be held with both hands at the same time.

As a fellow swordsman, Viri can understand the pain of losing his left arm very well.

"Can you speak now?" Willy asked directly, "If you can barely speak a few words, you just shake your head, and if you can speak clearly, then you just nod."

The young deputy head of the swordsman showed a hesitant look. His face was pale, and he exhaled more air than he inhaled. It was obviously difficult to speak fluently.After more than ten seconds, he shook his head dejectedly.

Viri has experienced many battles, and he can certainly see the results.

He didn't take it seriously, stared into Norman's eyes, and said seriously: "Sean called me over so that I could cast a magic on you that can read your memory, only after you see the skeleton clearly The man in the cloak, I can use your memory to see his appearance again, but this magic has sequelae—it will temporarily close your brain and make you stupid for a while."

There was hope in Norman's eyes, and almost instantly, his face was flushed, and he asked with difficulty: "Will you make me stay stupid forever?"

"If you are unlucky, you will be stupid for several years. If you are lucky, you will recover in a few days," Willy said slowly. "Are you willing to bear the price? After becoming stupid, you don't know what's going on outside, what you don't understand It's happiness, but you don't know what sadness is, and even your body doesn't listen to manipulation, and you may become incontinent at any time—"

"Even so, are you willing?"

Norman said, "I would."

He spoke in a low voice, but his tone was very firm and loud.

Willy laughed: "Nice boy, the guild will take good care of you." He tilted his head at Sean and raised his chin, motioning him to clear the field.

"Norman, the guild will remember your dedication," Sean understood, stepped forward to hold Norman's hand, and encouraged, "Your partners will also be rescued with all their strength, don't worry."

The senior executives and other mercenary group managers left the living room one by one. Not long after, there were only Viri and Norman left in the huge room.

"Relax, it will be very fast. For you, it's just time to sleep, and you won't know anything." Wei Li said, with bewitching words in his words.He raised his hand and silently recited the long, boring and awkward incantations of magic, and a white light appeared in his palm.

Norman's gaze could not help following the strange white light.

From childhood to adulthood, all the memories poured out, even the past events that he thought he had forgotten suddenly became clear.These long dusty memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. He first touched a big sword when he was 12 years old, and embarked on an adventurous journey with his partners for the first time when he was 16 years old...

He closed his eyes, gradually lost in the light.

Viri grabbed Norman's memories of the past few days, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

Hours of memories were forcibly compressed into Viri's mind in an instant.

He fell into the boundless ocean, the water waves squeezed him continuously, and the icy sea water poured into his ears. For a while, the surrounding was terribly quiet, cold and damp.

giggle-

Willie heard a horrible grinding of teeth.

The surrounding darkness quickly receded like a tide, replaced by a mist that was so thick that it almost turned into liquid.

"Norman, run away!" In the dark forest, a loud roar exploded in his ears.

Norman held the big sword in both hands, swung it vigorously, and after flying a few nearby skeletons, he shouted back without thinking: "Impossible! We must die together!"

The skeleton is not afraid of pain at all, but fortunately, Norman's great sword is thick enough, although it can't smash them, it can also knock them into the air.A continuous stream of skeletons came out of the mist, and the blue flames in their eye sockets danced endlessly. The number of them made people tremble with fear.

The misty forest is dark and sees no sunlight all the year round, the canopy is layered upon layer, and countless trees and vines hang down.With the thick fog, it is impossible to see anything clearly.

All that could be seen was the blue fire in the skull's eyes.

Norman cleared a path and told his companions to retreat quickly.The skeleton is very fast, and the big sword knocked back two or three, and others immediately made up for it.The surviving members of the mercenary group hurriedly retreated, the fire mage burned the mist, and the rest followed Norman's example and did not force them to be smashed, but to repel them.

Soon, they blazed a trail.

The mage's flame dispelled the dense fog that filled the surrounding area, and illuminated the surrounding area brightly. The forest has never been so bright.Norman walked last, and his skin was burning hot in the heat wave.

He seemed to realize something, looked back, and behind him, the skeleton was chasing after him.

The flames ignited the vines, and the surrounding canopy burned blazingly, and the greasy mist retreated reluctantly.

Norman's pupils widened suddenly.

In a tree behind the group of skeletons, there is a man.

Norman had only time to take a look, and the flames rushed in front of him.Without the blessing of magic power, the flame gradually extinguished, and the mist came back, and surrounded it with claws and claws. Norman gritted his teeth, held a big sword to repel several skeletons around him, and ran wildly.

……

Viri withdrew from Norman's memory. The sunshine in Fast was warm and bright, which was very different from the dark and cold environment of the Misty Forest.The smell of wood, carrion, and burnt flesh still seemed to remain on the tip of his nose,

He looked at Norman who was sleeping beside him, closed his eyes, and shouted loudly, "Come in."

Sean poked his head out from behind the gate, and asked cunningly, "It's only been a few minutes, and you're done?"

"Memory magic has always been very fast," Viri said, "Let your vice presidents come in too. The content provided by Norman's memory is very valuable for research."

The comatose Norman was properly placed on the bed, his brain had been sealed, and after waking up, he would become a fool.

Sean ordered the servants to take care of Norman before letting the vice president and mercenary group managers who were waiting outside the door come in.

With expectant eyes, Willie raised his hand and said unhurriedly: "I want a glass of milk, add more sugar, and make it warm."

Sean: "...can you please stop entertaining people?"

"The rancid smell in Norman's memory is too strong, and I'm still a little nauseous now," Willie explained slowly, "I need a glass of milk to suppress it."

Xiao En was speechless: "Okay, so I have to experience this memory magic again?"

"Otherwise, why do you think you can't learn?" Mason quickly brought a cup of hot milk, and the sweet taste of the milk quickly suppressed the lingering rancid smell in his heart.

Memory magic sounds convenient and fast, but in fact it is quite a test of people's will.

As long as the will is not strong, you may get lost in the vortex of other people's memories, and you can't find your way back.

Willie wiped the milk stains on his lips with a tissue before saying, "I saw the man in the cloak, it's John."

"...It really is him," Sean spat. "I said no matter how hard I searched Fast, I couldn't find him. It turned out that he hid in the misty forest."

Viri glanced across the faces of the senior members of the guild one by one: "It seems that none of you here are fire mages."

The high-level people were all shivering, their scalps were numb, and they felt as if they were being watched by some large monster, and the killing intent hidden in their bodies was about to move.

Viri said: "When you meet a skeleton, if you want to survive, you must burn off the fog that appears with the skeleton. It is useless to attack the skeleton directly."

"Burning the fog away will defeat the skeleton?" Sean asked.

"No," Viri smiled. "The purpose of burning the fog away is to give those who encounter the undead a chance to escape."

With a serious face, he looked around: "Since we all default to naming these undead skeletons as undead, everyone here, does anyone know the priest of the Holy See in the Violet War?"

Both Sean and Willie were soldiers who had returned from the war, so they naturally knew the pastor clearly.

But not all adventurers have experienced that war. The mages present here are still young, all around 30 years old.They were all just children at the height of the Violet Wars.

Mason behind Sean kept an elegant and decent smile, and when Viri saw his expression, the sense of familiarity in his heart became heavier and heavier.He looked away calmly, and decided to ask Xiao En later in front of Sean.

As he expected, none of these gang leaders and young mercenary captains knew about it.

Viri told them the existence of the pastor in a few words, and then said: "Necromancer, you should know?"

As soon as this term came out, everyone was terrified.

The atmosphere in the room was as cold as ice, and everyone fell silent in unison.The sun was as bright as before, but no one felt warm, and there was a chill in every limb.

Viri said: "I don't blame you for not thinking of the Necromancer for the first time. After all, the word has disappeared in history. Until now, most people think that the Necromancer is just a hoax."

"No one in the world can come back from the dead. Once you enter the Nibelungen, you can't come out again, not even a god."

"You mean, since priests can exist, necromancers must also exist?" Sean immediately understood what Viri wanted to express, so he simply pointed it out directly so that others could understand.