Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

"Needless to say, these guys deserve death, I will kill them all." Razor just wanted to kill people now.As long as that person is a bad person and he can give him a reason to kill, he will cut off his neck without hesitation.Suddenly Netway put her hand on his lap and said, "Come on, my boy. You look so frightening."

"I'm normal," said Razor.

Netway shook her head at him and said, "Drunk people don't say they are drunk. In the past, you wouldn't always talk about killing people."

Razor looked at him and said, "Are you entitled to accuse me of cruelty, Lord of the Ring?"

"Of course I'm not qualified," she smiled wryly, "I just don't want you to make the same mistake as me."

The Faceless Ranger had said this to him not long ago, and Razor froze for a moment, then nodded silently.Then Delaire said on the opposite side: "Fasnat, this sister is right. Although you are very skilled in martial arts, you are only 17 years old after all. Your thinking is still too young."

"I……"

At this moment, there were footsteps outside, and then Sariwa pushed the door open and entered. "Brother Delaire! People from the Necromancer Association just came and said that Aridan would buy you a drink tonight and told you to go to their temple during dinner!"

Dreyer sneered and said, "They didn't ask me if I agreed?"

"Leave the speaker and leave."

Dreyer and Razor looked at each other and said, "They didn't intend to discuss with me, that means: Dreyer, you can't come this time!"

Razor asked: "Go to drink in the temple? Where is the temple of the Necromancer Association?"

"In the underground temple in the east, there is a lot of space inside, with taverns, casinos and brothels."

Razor thought of the Temple of the Queen of Worms, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "How many doors are there?"

"There is a gate, but I don't know about secret doors and secret passages."

Razor nodded and said, "Well, I'll go drink with you. Just let's get things done."

"You..." There was a bit of worry in Dreyer's eyes.

Razor said: "I am enough. The only thing I am afraid of is that those people run around and cannot catch them all." Then he said to Knight: "Nateway, I ask you one thing."

"Say it!" Netway's eyes lit up excitedly.

"After Boss Dreyer and I go in, you block the exit of the Necromancer Association, and don't let anyone go."

"Understood," the corners of her mouth curled up, her smile was like a sickle, "I can't let any one go!"

Razor asked Dreyer, "When shall we go?"

"Uh..." Dreyer looked him up and down, and said, "there are hundreds of people in the Necromancer Association, including mercenaries and wizards. I know you are skilled in martial arts, but you can't do it on your own. "

Razor said, "I've killed ten times as many people."

"But that's not a one-off..."

"It's just a one-off." Razor looked at Dreyer, "Believe me, Steward, I've never lost a battle."

Dreyer nodded suspiciously, and said, "Okay, then you can go with me."

They drank a lot of wine, but fortunately they were all strong enough to wake up after going out to enjoy the cool breeze.After that, Razor found the Faceless Ranger and asked him to go with him. "I will be in charge of killing for a while, and you will be in charge of protecting Dreyer." Razor said to the Faceless Ranger.

"You kill, I will protect him." The Faceless Ranger looked at Dreyer, then pointed to himself and asked, "Then who will protect me?"

"You still need protection?" Razor asked.

"Why don't I need it?" He spread his hands, "The hero has gone to save others, but who will save the hero? You, you, or you?" I also have the sky.

Razor and Dreyer looked at each other, neither of them could speak.

"You people really don't think of rangers as human beings." He spread his hands, "You order people around one by one, and so do you, and so does Dara Kasha."

Razor asked him: "Then how can you promise me?"

"I want you..." He looked the razor up and down, and said suddenly, "Can I touch your chest muscles?"

Before the razor could speak, Netway stood in front of the razor and said to the faceless man, "I haven't even touched it!"

Razor didn't know what was going on in this man's mind, "It's fine if you don't agree!" He turned his head and left.The Faceless Ranger complained a few words behind, but followed.

It didn't take long for them to come to the entrance of the Necromancer Association.

"What the hell kind of place is this?" said the Faceless Ranger. "If the Flesh Flesh is a pigsty, then this place is a cesspit."

Indeed, this is an evil place.Here the plants are withered, the dirty water flows, and the stone buildings are carved with strange reliefs.There are living dead guards standing at the door.At this moment, Netway sneered disdainfully, and said, "Do you still use the living dead here? Karimus is using shadow waiters. Fasnett, this place is far worse than the one we used to live in."

These words caused Dreyer to show a surprised expression, he opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Let's go in," said Razor.

Delaire said: "Listen to my signal for a while before doing it, Fassnut."

Razor asked him, "What do you want?"

Dreyer said: "I have to make sure that the top leaders of the Necromancer Association are present, and I don't want anyone to slip through the net."

Razor sneered and said: "Very good." You must do everything you want.

Dreyer greeted the guard at the door, and then several people went in.The smell underground is worse than the ground. There is not only a sour smell, but also a bad smell.It was the stench of corpses, familiar to razors.

They went all the way down the narrow underground stairs, and heard various strange sounds on the way.There were screams, screams and excited laughter."They train the living dead here, and it is said that they can resurrect dead bodies and turn them into slaves," Delair said.

Razor sneered disdainfully, and said: "The living dead are actually living people, but their brains are controlled by drugs." This kind of crude witchcraft Dara Kasha had taught him, and Razor didn't even bother to learn it.

After passing through acid swamps and poisonous pools, they came to the underground square of the Necromancer Association.Dark red lights filled the place, and loud laughter came from the tavern at the end.The guard said to them, "Lord Aridan is waiting for you."

Dreyer led the two of them over there, and Dreyer pushed open the door inlaid with teeth and skulls, and then someone inside shouted: "The living, my friend!"

Razor saw a tall, thin man sitting on a soft sofa, holding a young girl in each arm.Around him sat many black-robed necromancers.These people stared straight at the razor with their eyes, and those eyes were full of hostility.

Razor hated that look.I'll gouge out their eyes, he thought.

Dreyer greeted him with a smile, he laughed and walked up, then shook hands with the pale and thin man. "Master Aridan! Hahahaha!" He shook the opponent's arm, "Why did you think of buying me a drink today?"

Necromancer Aridan withdrew his hand.Razor saw that his fingers were nothing but bones, an incomplete necromancy.These necromancers want to use necromancy to make themselves immortal, but it is obvious that their level is not enough.Dara Kasha told him about real necromancy and the fleeting era of necromancy. Razor knew these things, so he sneered at these people.

At this moment, Aridan's eyes fell on Razor and the Faceless Ranger, and he asked, "Dreyer, I didn't ask you to bring anyone else."

Dreyer quickly apologized and said, "These two are my...friends. I will be business partners in the future, and I—"

Aridan interrupted him with a loud voice, and said arrogantly: "Your friends may not be my friends! Delaire, do you still have me as the president in your eyes?"

"Oh! What are you talking about? I..."

"Stop!" The necromancer poked the tip of Dreyer's nose with his bony finger, "you go and stay there, I will ask these two guys myself."

First he came to the razor.He looked at the razor with very weak eyes, then sneered and said, "Little brother, how old are you?"

Razor just wanted to chop his head off, but Dreyer kept winking with him.He promised Dreyer that he would not act until he heard the signal.So he could only hold back his anger and said, "."

The necromancer smiled, "You're pretty young? Have you ever had a woman?"

I fucked your mother. "No." He replied.

Aridan said: "I'll get you one later, you can try it here and show it to everyone."

Razor glanced at Dreyer, and asked him with his eyes: Can I kill this guy?However, Dreyer kept shaking his head and winking.

Razor sighed in his heart, and said, "Thanks to the care of the adults."

Aridan laughed loudly, "It's easy to say! It's easy to say!"

Then he came to Faceless Ranger again, looked him up and down, and said, "You are..."

"I'm a fish," said the Faceless Ranger.

Aridan was stunned, "Ah? What are you?"

"I said I was a fish," he repeated.

Aridan looked at Dreyer, pointed at the Faceless Ranger, and asked, "Your friend..."

Dreyer was sweating in embarrassment, "Uh... this brother..." He scratched his face, "I was a little drunk at noon, and I haven't recovered. It's okay, it's okay!"

Aridan didn't know what to say, so he stopped asking and returned to his seat.Dreyer then sat across from him, with Razor and the Faceless Ranger standing behind him.

Aridan hugged a little girl's waist tightly, and the girl forced a smile on her face.Razor could tell she was in pain at a glance, the girl was sickly pale, her eyes were lifeless, and her thin ribs were showing.Aridan smiled and said to Dreyer: "My friend, you know, I won't call you here for nothing."

"Of course." Dreyer said.

Aridan said: "According to the rules, we talk about business first and then drink. If the business talk is good, the wine will be enjoyed; if the business talk is not good..." His voice turned cold, "There is no need to drink this wine Yes, you say right?"

Dreyer nodded and said, "Yes, your lord is absolutely right! So what kind of business are we talking about this time?"

Aridan said, "It's a slave trade this time. You know, Dreyer, I can make pale beauties cheaply, but I have no market. I see you are a trader. If you can get these white skinned women If the pig is sold, I will give you [-]% of the profit, what do you think?"

Razor saw Dreyer's face suddenly darken, and he gestured to Razor, saying:

"Stop talking nonsense with him, brother, let's do it."

Razor and the Enemy, IV

Razor and the Enemy, IV

He was waiting for this sentence.

Razor violently raised the knife in his left hand to split the obstructing table, and the thick long table was as fragile as straw paper in front of him.Then it all went haywire.Aridan was the first to stand up with a roar, and then the woman screamed, and everyone drew their weapons...but all the pictures were as slow as a snail in the eyes of a razor.

He stabbed Aridan in the chest first, but the necromancer yelled and dodged, but the knife still stabbed him in the right chest.Then the necromancers on both sides attacked Razor. One took out a dagger from the black robe and stabbed Razor, and the other smashed him with a scepter with a green scepter flashing.Razor cut off the wrist of the man on the left with a backhand blow, and kicked the scepter in the chest, kicking him away.The two fell heavily to the ground, making the sound of bones colliding with the floor.

The dagger rolled down and stuck on the ground, and the crystal on the scepter was also shattered, from which green venom flowed out.The wooden floor immediately hissed from corrosion.

Razor hates this kind of poison the most, because he lost both arms in the first place.At this moment, his killing intent became even heavier.He beheaded the nearest mercenary, blood sprayed out, staining his clothes; then a little mage behind him poured poison on him, Razor blocked it with his cloak, and then used the power of the demon to freeze the liquid.

Then came the sellswords, strong men in leather armor, and they swung their swords at the razor.However, Razor had killed countless mercenaries. He turned the blade and danced among the crowd.He has speed faster than the wind, quicker footwork than a cat, and strength like a wurm.Not to mention mercenaries, even heavy armored knights couldn't stop him.So it didn't take long before his feet were piled up with corpses.

The smell of blood drilled into his nose, it was fishy and smelly, the more he killed, the hungrier he became.If someone cut him, the razor would cut off his hands and then his head; Throwing knives pin him to the wall.

In the end, as long as it was something that could move, it couldn't escape his double knives.

The screams and roars continued, and the necromancer summoned the living dead.These thoughtless things rushed forward, trying to drown the razor with their bodies.But the razor is like a rotating meat grinder, and any living dead who approach him will turn into several large pieces of dead meat.Several necromancers were casting curses on him, and Razor felt annoyed at the sound of them chanting.Then he itched all over his body, as if there were countless bugs crawling under the skin.This feeling is more terrible than the pain, he will want to peel off his own skin.

So he silently recited the holy words of peace of mind taught by Dara Kasha. After reading the four sentences, most of the itching had disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, two mages lit the venom incense and chanted: "Insects of corruption, worms of Mira, worms of curse..." Then the incense emitted black smoke, and the black smoke turned into a solid body, becoming Countless tiny flies rushed towards the razor.The razor first pierced a blind living dead with a single knife, and immediately inspired its own cold blood.Suddenly, the cold air filled the air, and the flies were so cold that they fell to the ground one after another.

A third mage summons the ghost with a scepter bearing a terrifying crystal skull.Under his singing, the pupils of the skeleton glowed, and a dozen green little ghosts emerged from them.The kid looked like a baby, but he had a blue face, fangs, and sores all over his body.They screamed harshly and flew towards the razor.

Fake things!Razor roared angrily: "Get out!"

In an instant, the group of ghosts were shattered by him.He laughed.Dara Kasha taught him how to deal with undead, as long as your mental strength is firm enough and your soul is strong enough, then no undead can harm you.But as long as you are afraid, the undead will erode your spirit, scare you to death, or make you go crazy, self-mutilate, or commit suicide.

The mercenaries and the living dead couldn't stop him, and the skills of the necromancer couldn't work against him, so the battle turned into a one-sided massacre.

There is a voice in Razor's heart: the people here are all sinners, and I should kill them all.The voice became louder and louder, gradually filling his mind.It scared and excited him at the same time.

The last time he had felt this way was at the Temple of the Queen, the massacre.

The bloodthirsty desire swelled in his heart, blood plasma turned into sweet and sweet wine, screams turned into sweet symphony, pain made him addicted like poison—creating pain and enduring pain made him more excited.

In his eyes, people are no longer people, but some red symbols. As long as these symbols are erased, he can get the pleasure of pulling out a thorn in his flesh... His knife is lubricated with blood, and the enemy is getting weaker and weaker. And the madness in his heart became more and more violent...

"Fassnut! Fassnut! Enough, enough!" a man was yelling at him, but he just felt annoyed.He slashed over a human-shaped symbol again, and then walked towards the next symbol...

At this time, a sharp sword pressed against his throat.

"Baby, if you continue like this, you will kill yourself." The faceless man stared at his throat with a sharp knife, and looked at him with his huge eyes, "Do you still recognize me? Huh?"

"You are..." Razor suddenly forgot who he was.

"I'm your mother——" his big eyes blinked, "——'s concubine."

"Fuck you!" Razor slashed at him, and the Faceless Ranger laughed and stepped back.Razor looked around, only to see that the eyes were scarlet.There are only three standing people left here, he, Dreyer, and the Faceless Ranger.There are two more "symbols", the last two "symbols".

Only then did he realize that the two "symbols" were not necromancers, but pale beauties whose faces were deformed by fright.

Dreyer shouted at this time: "You're jealous, Fassnut! These girls are hard-working people, and they haven't done anything bad!" He looked sullen, "Besides, I have to keep them and sell them for money. Well, have mercy on me!"

Razor suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.Immediately he put down the knife and said, "Yes... I may have... drank too much wine." He looked around carefully, and suddenly felt a pungent fishy smell, and his hands were sticky, making him feel sick.

The Faceless Ranger patted him on the shoulder and said, "I don't think you drank too much, it's the wine that got you drunk. I advise you to go home and take a shower, and then play a 'big sweet potato stick' with the big girl." Beat the Cream Cake's Northern lascivious game, or you'll be in trouble!"

Razor didn't know what to say. At this moment, he suddenly heard Dreyer say: "Oh? My lord, are you still alive?"

He followed the sound and saw the Necromancer Aridan lying on the ground, gasping for breath while clutching his wound.The razor gave the man the first cut, but the stab was crooked and not fatal.Then Razor left him alone.

Aridan stared at Dreyer and cursed: "You greedy wild dog! Why did you betray me? Didn't you say you want to get rich with me? I take you as..." He coughed heavily, spitting out mucus and blood clots , "You traitor!"

Dreyer squatted in front of him, patted his face, and said, "Necromancer, don't you blush when you say this? I want to make a fortune with you, but you only want to suck blood from me. If I If I don’t do anything today, then it might be me lying here tomorrow, Lord Aridan.”

Aridan's annoyed face twisted, and he shouted: "I gave you the casino! I protected your workshop! I even gave you a pale beauty!"