The dazzling light enveloped most of the dark cave, from dazzling to soft and clear to each face, with complex expressions on the faces. The atmosphere in the cave was relatively quiet, with a hint of weirdness in the quiet. Welsh and Dog lay beside Xia Zuo respectively, while Niels and the woman were staying in the other corner, and there was even a vague smell of confrontation!

Shazzo took the potion from Weirs' hand and asked Weirs, "How did you make this potion? Did he teach you?"

Weirs nodded, looked at the figure on the other side of the cave, and lowered his voice, "When we were studying in the castle, he taught me some knowledge about potions. Later, when he left, he gave me a book about potions that detailed the refining process of many potions. It was through this book that I made it."

Speaking of this, Weirs also introduced the types of magic potions: "In addition to healing potions, magic potions also have an attack potion, just like you have seen before. During the period when you were guarding the tribe, the monsters I used to fight through you, in addition to developing healing potions, I also achieved considerable results in attack potions."

Shazzo glanced at Welsh and could tell that Welsh was also a person who could hide secrets!

"How many potions have you developed in total?" As he said that, he returned the potion to Weirs, and an exhalation sounded in the dark space.

Weirs took the potion carefully, without any intention of hiding it. "I have developed a total of thirteen bottles of attack potions, and I used two bottles before."

After saying that, Weirs couldn't help but think about it, and added, "This is my achievement in the past six months!"

Weirs said this to remind Xia Zuo: it is not as easy as I thought to make these potions, so that Xia Zuo should not squander it at will.

Although the attack power of the potion is not weak, it is relatively complicated to make, and collecting materials is not that simple. Just like Xia Zuo, a few fireballs are usually smashed out, and the power is not weaker than its potion. There is no need to worry about this. I am afraid that only Virs, such a magic potion, will only be troublesome for such a mage with low magical talent!

"What? Do you have nothing to say to me?" A thick voice suddenly came out of the darkness, interrupting the conversation between Xia Zuo and the others. Niels' tone was very calm. There was no emotional fluctuation because Xia Zuo violated the "Forbidden Magic Order". However, as for what he was thinking, he was afraid that only he would know.

Xia Zuo's eyes were striking. "Didn't you see them all?"

"Aren't you going to defend yourself?" Niels paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Or you are now, don't care about these things anymore?"

"Maybe!?"

Xia Zuo's mood has never been so strange. Even though the power of the curse invaded his body, even if he was so weak that he even needed someone to support him when he walked... his whole body and even his heart felt strange before. It seemed that he could magic after being discovered, as if he was inspired to be a fighting spirit. Not only did he not have any worries in his heart, but there was a strangeness and complex emotions mixed in it.

"Is that?" Niels looked at him and suddenly laughed, "Dare to use magic in front of the Holy Cross. This is not like something smart people can do!"

"In order to kill that monster, you are what you are now, it doesn't look like something a smart person can do!" Xia Zuo turned to sarcasticly, and the two of them looked at each other in the cave. Niels was covered with blood, but his face was not visible at all. Fortunately, his eyes were still flashing with a strong light, and Xia Zuo's skin was also very pale, so weak that he could only rely on the stone wall.

Both of them saw the embarrassment on each other, Niels yelled mysteriously, but Xia Zuo hummed arrogantly.

The atmosphere in the cave fell into silence again, and in the huge space, only the rustling sound of Wilz was left:

"...Whoever violated the worldly "Decree" and guarded the knights, are they willing to bear the curse of darkness and bravely face death, or hope to be saved? Should the saved one hold the sword in his hand tightly, or should he stretch out his palms to him: the knight's sword, the fragrance of roses, the choice between glory and human nature, death or rebirth..."

Time passed in such silence. The sudden sound of footsteps suddenly came in from outside the cave. As the footsteps gradually approached, the cold aura began to gradually spread to the space. The figure emitting a cold aura appeared under the dazzling light.

Oz put a piece of bloody meat steak in front of Xia Zuo, and then left the cave without saying a word...

Xia Zuo's figure moved slightly. When Weirs saw his actions, he carefully comforted him, "These meat..."

Xia Zuo looked at him and handed the bone blade on his waist tremblingly. Weirs sighed, took the bone blade and carefully cut it, cut the meat cut into several portions, and handed it to them separately. Looking at the piece of meat from the body of some creature, the woman hummed and threw it back to Xia Zuo. Although Niels did not do this, he did not take action directly when looking at the piece of meat...

Xia Zuo was not affected by them. He reached out and grabbed a piece of it, put it in his mouth and chewed it in a big mouth. The meat was tough and fishy. For him who was weak now, it was not easy to chew it even if he wanted to chew it. Xia Zuo tried hard to chew every piece of meat and swallow it.

He is too weak and needs energy too much, so he cannot give up any opportunity to eat. With every time he eats, Xia Zuo can get enough energy from it. The energy of his body is his chance to resist the curse now. The more he eats, the greater the chance of success.

After forcibly swallowing, the body felt an urge to try hard to swallow the food and spit it out again. Xia Zuo had eaten a lot of unpalatable food, but he had never hated food so much. Xia Zuo knew that this was because the power of the body's curse was at work. Of course, Xia Zuo could not give up like this. He forced himself to hold on for a long time, which made the body willing to digest these minced meat...

With the body's digestion, a trace of warm energy began to slowly pass from the stomach to the body, which made Xia Zuo's listless spirit slightly recover.

Xia Zuo did not stop eating. After swallowing with the large chunks of blood and flesh, he picked up the meat she threw for him and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it in big mouth. He knew that if he wanted to escape from here, he had to restore his strength, and if he wanted to restore his strength, he had to first deal with the curse power on his body!

A dazzling halo filled the cave. Chewing in the quiet space, Xia Zuo chewed the food with all his strength. After taking a few bites, Xia Zuo had to hold on for a while before he could continue. There was no time for the retching sound in the space.

Everyone looked at the figure who was eating without any gaze. He had never seen it before. It turned out that eating was such a painful thing.

Finally, the nightmare sound disappeared into the space. Xia Zuo leaned on the wall and digested the energy drawn from the food of his body. But when a stream of energy began to spread into the body, the power of the curse was once again on the body.

Fortunately, after Xia Zuo absorbed a little energy, Xia Zuo's spirit has recovered a lot. However, he must take advantage of the period of mental recovery to resist the power of the curse, otherwise, it will not take long before his body will erode the power of the curse again, and then fall into a weak state again.

Close your eyes again and enter the spiritual world. Xia Zuo's figure has just entered the spiritual world. Suddenly, countless pulling and tearing forces began to cover Xia Zuo's consciousness...

After having the last experience, Xia Zuo had a certain amount of experience this time. His consciousness continued to condense in the darkness and eventually transformed into a sword of consciousness. The sword edge slashed in the space. With the sharpness and tearing force contained in the sword edge, the sticky darkness was immediately torn apart, but the dark power quickly submerged the tearing hole.

Xia Zuo did not give up, and the sword of consciousness kept tearing the bonds of darkness. But even if the darkness was torn open directly, the curse power contained in it would soon solidify again and could not destroy it.

Xia Zuo opened his eyes, thought for a while, and entered the spiritual world again. Consciousness condensed into consciousness. After thinking about it, a sword of consciousness condensed. He held the sword of consciousness in his right hand and swung it down into the space again. The darkness was immediately torn out into a gap. Xia Zuo's left hand reached into the space, and a cluster of jumping light appeared on his hand.

As the flame emerged, the curse's power became several times stronger. Weakness and coldness surrounded the flames. Countless ghosts slinged around the flames, beginning to interfere and seduce Xia Zuo.

The flames that appeared in the hand began to be beating involuntarily, and a stream of roars from the depths of the soul echoed in the dark world. The powerful will supported the flames to flicker, forcibly resisting the invasion of the curse power.

But just now, the curse power in the dark suddenly revived from the sleep. The terrifying curse power surged like a sea tide. The roar in the dark resounded even more violently. The sword edge in Xia Zuo's hand waving more rapidly, and the flashing flames shone in the dark world, supporting it with all their strength.

A trace of cursed power began to disappear into the dark world with the burning of flames. The flames in his hand jumped slightly, and with this turmoil, the flames trembled more violently, and began to gradually fade in the darkness, and finally, they were completely swallowed by the darkness.

Xia Zuo breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, he finally found a solution!

Time passed day by day in the cave. Xia Zuo was replenishing food a lot while burning the power of curses with flames. With the help of the flames, the feeling of weakness began to gradually fade from Xia Zuo's body, and the cursed power in the spiritual world began to gradually dissipate. Finally, one day, the fighting spirit was forced out from the body again.

Just as Xia Zuo tried his best to restore his strength, the figures of a group of people were already approaching their position without realizing it...

Cold snowflakes roared in the space, and the flying snowflakes blurred the entire earth. In the rolling snow fog, a team of about four or five hundred people appeared in such a ghost place.

"Pooh!"

He spat hard, but when the saliva fell on the ground, it was frozen directly by the cold. Duterte shook his body and cursed in a low voice. The figure couldn't help but speed up his pace, walked to the leading knight, and asked, "Hanas, where are we going?"

Not long ago, he suddenly received a strange order in Bulu Fortress, and inexplicably appointed him as an adjutant, allowing him to follow the team deep into the extreme night. Duterte still clearly remembered that when the transfer order was handed over to his hands, the envy in his eyes showed in his eyes when the Knight looked at him, which made Duterte proud for a long time.

To be honest, Duterte didn't know how to find him for such a task, but as a knight, it was his duty to follow the orders, and for such an apprentice knight, it was always full of temptation to go on a patrol mission like this, so before long, Duterte followed the team of the knights and went deep into the extreme night.

To be honest, this was Duterte's first expedition, and as he walked along the way, he also discovered that these cavalry were not just ordinary soldiers. Both their physical constitution and their resistance to coldness made Duterte very surprised.

In this process, he also learned a lot of experience from these soldiers. Perhaps Duterte's strength can be called powerful for these soldiers, but in terms of experience, compared to them, he can only summarize it with the "intern" knights.

"Just go! There's so much nonsense."

Hanas cursed softly and continued to walk forward. Seeing Duterte being scolded, the cavalry showed some gloating smiles. Duterte glared at them a few times and hummed fiercely.

These days, he, the trainee knight who just entered the team, has made many jokes about experienced veterans. For these experienced soldiers, there is nothing more interesting than watching new recruits jokes. Of course, if this new recruit is a knight, it would be better.

It is not easy to integrate into a team in a short period of time, and Duterte now has the so-called pride. Such pride is quite stupid, but because of this, he is called: "Adrior Knight"!

The team passed through the cold snow and gradually penetrated into the extreme night. As the light faded, the darkness enveloped the space where they were, and the team's speed began to accelerate significantly.

And in the darkness, Duterte had forgotten the direction, time, only knowing how long he followed Hanas, and he didn't know how long he had walked, a mountain towering above the dark clouds appeared in his vision...

ps: Sorry, there is only one picture, I... Alas! With such a speed, how can I compete for the full attendance of ten thousand words next month!!! (To be continued...)

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