The Last Alchemist

Annie jumped off the carriage with the Destruction Gun, and her figure flashed and disappeared into the reeds.

Veronica turned her head to look at Anne's back, and whispered to Rosen: "You seem to trust this hunter very much."

Rosen nodded: "We trust each other."

"Well~ This is a blessing." Veronica nodded lightly, and after a few seconds of silence, she whispered again: "Maybe Anne is really worthy of your trust, but as your protector, I must remind you that the purpose of those black magic schools that can cultivate mutants is not so pure. Most of the magicians in the academy are marginal figures in human society, and their methods of behavior are very extreme."

Rosen frowned slightly: "What do you want to say?"

Veronica did not answer immediately. She listened attentively, and suddenly reached out and gently pulled Rosen's body. The next moment, Rosen heard a 'whoosh' sound of wind in his ears, and a crossbow arrow flew past almost close to his ear. The wind brought by the crossbow arrow made his side face cold.

"Let's hide behind the carriage to avoid being accidentally injured by the knights." Veronica said.

"Okay." Rosen was still frightened.

He now felt that it was the right choice to let Veronica be his protector. Otherwise, he might have been shot to death. If someone in the future remembers him, he should be described as "although he was gifted and ambitious, he unfortunately died from a stray arrow."

This result is a pitfall.

He greeted the coachman John and signaled him to hide as well, and then Rosen and Veronica hid behind the carriage.

Veronica continued, "In the past few hundred years, a large number of black magic schools have emerged in the human world, creating thousands of mutants. As far as I know, the methods used by those black magicians to create mutants are similar, all called fusion."

"Fusion?"

"Yes. The so-called fusion method is to use monster flesh and blood as the main mutation-inducing material, add some medicinal materials to neutralize the toxicity of monster flesh and blood as much as possible, and then put these flesh and blood into the body of children under 10 years old, and finally wait for the changes. This method has a certain chance of success and can cultivate powerful hunters like Annie, but it is more likely that the child will die because he cannot withstand the toxicity of monster flesh and blood. I have observed that the failure rate of fusion method is at least as high as 90%."

"Gulp~"

Rosen swallowed his saliva secretly. This was the first time he heard the inside story of the mutant hunter. As an earthling, he felt that the black magician's approach was very cruel and he could not accept it.

"That means, before Annie succeeded, at least 9 innocent children had already died?"

Veronica sighed: "Yes, the proportion is amazing, and the total amount is also amazing."

"What is the total amount?"

"A little calculation will show that a small black magic academy can produce at least 10 mutant hunters a year. And there are at least more than 100 black magic academies on the continent. Most of these academies are gathered at the junction of the Parason Empire and the Northern Alliance. According to my observations in previous years, every 10 years after the outbreak of a war, a large number of new mutant hunters will emerge one after another. You should know where these newcomers come from, right?"

Rosen nodded: "War-torn areas, broken families, orphans everywhere, I'm afraid that many orphans have entered the Black Magic Academy. "

"Yes." Veronica nodded, and finally said: "I can see that Annie is a rare good girl, but she is too easy to trust others and her heart is too soft. Even for those black magicians, she seems to still have respect and gratitude. However, those black magicians are paranoid and do everything to achieve their goals. Maybe Annie will not be coveted, but you have too many treasures. So, you have to be careful to prevent Annie from being used by others. "

Rosen nodded slightly: "I understand, thank you very much for your reminder."

He believed at least 90% of Veronica's words, because her description of the black magician was exactly the same as what Rosen saw in the game.

If the magician Dias still has a bottom line in his heart, then most black magicians, who act without taboos and regard human life as worthless, use a 90% chance of failure in exchange for a qualified mutant hunter. When they do this, they may not even blink an eye.

At this time, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the reeds.

About 2 seconds later, the neighing of horses and the shouting of knights came from outside the reeds. It was clear from the sound that the situation on the road outside was very chaotic.

Veronica listened attentively, and after a few seconds, she whispered: "Annie shot and killed the horse of the cavalry leader. The unlucky knight leader fell off the horse and broke his leg."

As soon as she finished speaking, another gunshot sounded in the reeds, and the sound on the road became more and more noisy, with many people shouting and yelling.

"The horse of the second person was also shot dead, and the cavalry panicked." Veronica continued to explain to Rosen.

"Bang~" The third gunshot appeared.

As soon as the gunshots fell, there were chaotic shouts on the road. After a few seconds, the rapid sound of horse hooves sounded, but unlike before, these horse hooves were flying away.

This time even Rosen understood: "The cavalry were scared away."

A few minutes later, Anne came back, supporting a man in a gray robe. The man was in a very bad condition. He was covered in blood, and a crossbow arrow was deeply stuck in his back. His entire back was almost soaked in blood.

Rosen was shocked: "How badly is he injured?"

Annie didn't say anything, just shook her head slightly at Rosen.

At this time, the man spoke: "I can't do it anymore."

As he spoke, the man's face was full of pain and helplessness, but there was no fear.

Faced with such fatal injuries, Rosen was helpless. He walked over and helped Anne put the man next to the carriage, sitting with his back against the wheel.

"Do you have any last words?" Rosen asked, this was the only thing he could do.

Upon hearing this, the man took a few quick breaths, and a flush appeared on his face: "There is a bag hanging on my horse, and there is a scroll box and box inside. Please bring it to Xian. Sage Niniya~~~Hu~~~”

After saying this, the man coughed repeatedly, with blood splattering from his mouth.

After coughing a few times, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Rosen's arm tightly, and stared at Rosen with his eyes: "Promise me that you will bring the scroll to the sage!"

This is a person's last wish before death.

Rosen nodded quickly: "I will try my best."

"No!" The man yelled with all his strength. Because of this voice, a lot of blood spurted out of his mouth: "Don't try your best! You must send it over! Promise me!"

When he said this, the man's pupils had begun to dilate, and his eyes were unfocused. Rather than asking Rosen, he was describing his obsession.

"Promise me that you will protect the academy!"

"Promise. Cough~~~cough~~"

He began to cough, a heart-wrenching cough, gasping for air while coughing, but the crossbow arrow injured his lungs, and his lungs were already filled with blood. He coughed and coughed, and suddenly a big mouthful came out with a "wow" sound. Blood came, and then his head dropped weakly, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

Anne stretched out her hand to feel his breath, then shook her head at Rosen: "He is dead."

Rosen nodded with relief. He gently took the man's hand off his arm, reached out and closed the man's eyes, and then said, "Let's go, let's go find his luggage."

He walked out of the reeds first, followed by Annie and Veronica.

Soon, the three of them walked to the dirt road outside, and walked along the dirt road for another fifty or sixty meters, and saw the place where the previous battle was. There were many corpses lying on the ground, including those of humans and horses.

Except for one of these people, who was a fellow magician, the others were all cavalry who were chasing him.

Rosen walked to the corpse of a cavalryman and carefully looked at the cavalryman's attire. This guy was just a young man in his early twenties. He was wearing well-made cowhide armor, holding a steel sword in one hand and a hand crossbow in the other. On the right chest of his leather armor, there is a very delicate brass emblem. If you look closely at the pattern, you will see that the background is a blazing flame, with a cross sword running through the middle of the flame.

Seeing this mark, Rosen was shocked: "Wizard hunter, lackey of the Flame God Cult."

In the early days of the game, these wizard hunters only hunted down black magicians. However, after the end of the Third Northern War, the Flame God Cult received the support of the king of the Kingdom of Kewell, the strongest country in the north. Its power increased greatly, and the Flame God Cult established an tribunal. . Any magician who is not registered with the tribunal is illegal and will be hunted by wizard hunters. Once caught, he will be burned at the stake.

Rosen remembered very clearly that the headquarters of the Inquisition was set up in the Free City of Berkeley, so the wizard hunters in Berkeley were the most arrogant and almost lawless.

On the other side, Annie had already found the magician's horse, and she simply carried the entire duffel bag over to Rosen.

"Rosen, all that guy's stuff is here, and the scroll box is inside."

"Very good." Rosen turned around and walked back towards the carriage: "This is not far from Berkeley. More wizard hunters will be here soon. Let's leave quickly."

The three of them quickly returned to the carriage. Rosen said to the carriage driver John: "Turn east, bypass Berkeley, and go to Nerogard, the capital of wisdom!"

Nerogard is northeast of Berkeley, and the distance between the two cities is only 40 kilometers.

If the free city of Berkeley is the headquarters of the Flame God Cult, then Nerogard is the world of magicians. No matter how arrogant the wizard hunters are, they would not dare to run wild in Nerogard.

Anne asked softly: "Rosen, should we go to Holderburg on the way? Maybe they happen to have a solution to the blood seal magic."

Rosen shook his head slightly: "It's too late. There are so many wizard hunters chasing the magicians just to get back the scroll, which shows that this thing is very important. Let's send this thing to Nerogard first."

"But the blood seal magic on your body?" Annie looked worried. She didn't care about the scroll. The only thing she cared about was the blood seal magic on Rosen. This had become a knot in her heart.

"It's okay, there's still a year left, there's still plenty of time. Besides, there are many magicians in the City of Wisdom, and the sage Niya is also there. Maybe she can help me." Rosen smiled.

"That's true. Sage Niya has supreme wisdom. She must have a way." Annie nodded in agreement.

The carriage changed its route and headed east.

On the way, Rosen opened the dead magician's duffel bag and began to count the items inside.

There weren't many things inside. In addition to some daily necessities, there were only three things: a diary, a sealed scroll box, and a quartz crystal with many metal wires inlaid on the surface. The crystal looked beautiful, but unfortunately, there were many tiny cracks inside, and the metal wires on the surface were also broken in many places.

Veronica glanced at the crystal and her eyes lit up: "Hmm~ It should be the unique communication crystal of Nirogard, but it's a pity that it's damaged."

"Communication crystal?" Rosen took a closer look at the metal wire structure on the surface of the crystal, thinking.

Anne looked at his appearance and asked: "Rosen, can you fix it?"

Rosen laughed: "I don't have such a great ability, I just think the structure of this thing is a little familiar, so I took a few more glances."

He put down the crystal, picked up the diary, flipped through it casually, and frowned: "Hmm~ I didn't expect that the Free City has become a city of chaos."