There are many legends like dogs, and lichs are everywhere.

Soren inexplicably remembered a sentence I often heard before. This sentence is self-deprecating by many people, especially before he reached the legendary realm, many people who were seriously injured or died like to use this sentence to make fun of themselves. Although the lich has not been seen yet, Soren has really encountered many characters above the quasi-legacy. As a profession with only level 3, Soren is under a lot of pressure, but he cannot find a dragon to say, "Lying down and let me stab you to death, so that I can upgrade quickly."

One month.

He grew from a thief at the bottom to a third-level professional. Except for the extraordinary bloodline of the Son of God, etc., I guess no one will grow faster than him!

But he still felt that he was not enough, and his strength was far from enough when fighting against some existences.

The information that was questioned was actually very vague. Except for the name of the fallen man in the town, everything else was very vague. No one had seen the appearance of the voter. It was only after Soren asked for some details that the voter was wearing a black cloak, with obvious signs of rising around his ears, and the skin color of his palm was not an ordinary elf, which determined her race. She arrived more than half a month ago, and Soren should have been in White Horse City at that time.

The degenerate believer said that she was the incarnation of the torture goddess, and this statement cannot be used casually.

Otherwise it is blasphemy!

Beings that can claim to be a god are basically elected people who have power given by gods. They play an important role in the god church. The power of the voter's identity is equivalent to a divine priest with a profession level of about 20. They can use the given divine power to cast [Sacred Words] or [Blasphemy Words], which is a divine technique that is very close to the ninth level.

It can kill people, control people's minds, and even gain a group of crazy believers at one time.

As long as there are spiritual loopholes, use divine power to guide it.

The guards of the town began to dispatch the fallen believers to capture the fallen believers. The middle-aged woman gave an order with a gloomy expression, and then someone asked the guardian knights of the Agricultural Temple.

The power of the temple consists of three parts: priests, believers, and temple guards.

Five temple guards of about third level appeared. They were wearing heavy armor, leaning over and signaling, and then followed the guards. This was an existence that Sauron could not even catch a move in the past, but now he was confident of one-on-three. His growth rate was actually amazing, but unfortunately he was given too little time. He spent a month walking the path of others for more than ten years, but many of the enemies he had to face had been ahead of him for thousands of years.

The sky gradually became darker.

There was a trace of riots in the town, but Sauron didn't care about it. He rested in the hotel, while silently honing his will.

He wants to complete the practice of an ascetic!

To deal with these fallen people, as an outside adventurer, Sauron does not need to fight on the front line. The believers of gods are not just talking about it. If you accidentally crawl in the gutter, you may capsize. There are few ways to gain killing experience in a short period of time. The distribution of creatures is already quite spreading. Killing people randomly will only cause destruction and will completely lose direction. Ordinary creatures give too little killing experience, and it is too difficult to fight a wilderness group by one. Assassination is too time-consuming.

According to normal progress, Sauron estimated that it would take at least seven days to collect experience values ​​to improve one profession level.

He wants to absorb the divinity!

Sauron was ready to face the will of the Demon God, and devour His divine nature divided by fragments of soul.

But this requires a very strong will.

The night passed quickly, and Soren slept very well that night. It can be said that he completely replenished the energy he had consumed. When he walked out the next day, his appearance was very different from the past. He took off his leather armor and also took off his warm cotton coat. He was wearing only the thinnest linen clothes, with hair spread to his shoulders, and his feet were not wearing shoes. He walked directly on the cold snow.

——Ascene!

The best way to temper one's will.

Strong will is tempered and accumulated bit by bit over time. A person’s will will not change just because of your decision.

It is the accumulation of you little by little while you persist!

He stepped barefoot on the snow and the cold wind blew over his clothes. The thin linen was useless at all. Even with Sauron's physique as high as 21 o'clock, he could not resist the coldness that came from all directions. The others in the town looked at him with strange eyes, and the expression seemed to be looking at a madman and a fool, because even a naturally cold-resistant northerner, wearing such thin clothes outside, would not take long to get sick.

Sauron came to the Temple of Agriculture. His dress surprised the priest, and then leaned over slightly.

She knew what Sauron was going to do, because a pastor would do it too!

The only thing that surprised her was that she could not understand why the wanderers had to temper their will in such an extreme way, and they did not rely on their will to stabilize their faith like pastors.

Most wanderers have general beliefs, and at most they say it to the gods!

Soren received the reward he deserved, only a small amount of gold coins, about thirty pieces, followed by a part of the holy water, and the most important two bottles of powerful healing potions.

Its value is more than 500 Jindlers, and its effect is equivalent to the treatment of moderate injuries to the treatment of serious injuries.

Pastors are experts in this regard.

Sauron continued his journey. He wore a thin linen dress and stepped barefoot on the cold snow, moving forward step by step, without using any extraordinary abilities, nor did he bless himself with spells. He walked forward step by step, and the ubiquitous chill penetrated into his body, arms, cheeks, and feet soon began to turn slightly blue, because there was no protection of shoes, and the soles of his feet began to leave slight scars.

The ground is very rough, with stones, dead branches, and inconspicuous spikes, because there is a coniferous forest outside.

Frostbite is gradually accumulating.

Although the increase was slow, the frostbite at 1:10 is still steadily increasing. Because of the scars on the feet, Sauron also added slight bruises. These injuries gradually reduced his health and eroded his vitality bit by bit.

The first day.

Sauron walked out barefoot for 150 kilometers, and he encountered a hungry white bear, but the other party died under his knife.

Night is coming.

He hadn't dripped in all day. He just drank a little water at this time, and then slowly ate dry food, without any meat, just the roughest black bread. The frostbite on his body was already very obvious, and the health points he deducted had reached more than ten points. If he had not had the talent and specialties of regeneration and the extraordinary physique of more than 20 points, he might have been frozen to death in this day. The specialties of weak cold resistance could not offset all cold frostbite in this environment.

Soren did not raise the bonfire, he sat cross-legged on a rock, held his scimitar with both hands, and then slowly closed his eyes!

This is the way of practicing the sword saint.

He is meditating, but he is not training his spirit like a wizard, but tempering his will.

The howling cold wind did not stop for a moment.

Occasionally, snowflakes fell on Sauron's body, and the ice melted little by little, and then frozen into ice due to the cold temperature. Sauron sat cross-legged on the rock and motionless, and his whole body looked like an ice sculpture, only the heart in his chest was still beating slowly and steadily.

The night passed slowly.

When Sauron opened his eyes the next day, his body was covered with white frost and his whole body was already a little purple. When he took back the scimitar, he even brought a little flesh. The palms that he touched the scimitar were frozen on the scimitar. The night of meditation made him feel stiff all over, and the frostbite on his body had accumulated to more than fifty points, almost reaching one-third of his health.

He slowly got up, drank a little cold water, and then began to eat, moving his body slightly.

Today, no monsters came to us.

Soren's skin turned slightly red after he moved. He drank a bottle of healing potion and felt a heat gushing out of his body. The power of the healing potion could not recover his injuries quickly. Soren took a brief rest and began to continue his journey. He was still wearing thin clothes, stepping on the snow barefoot, moving along the road little by little, occasionally meeting other people. The eyes of looking at him were simply incredible, and it was completely like looking at a madman!

The second day, the third day, the fourth day.

As time passed by little by little, Sauron's body became thinner and thinner, his expression became more and more tired. The frostbite on his body had accumulated to the point of cracking flesh, but the light in his eyes became more and more solid, like a sharp blade buried in ice and snow. He slaughtered a group of snow wolf, killed three bear goblins, and fought a brief battle with an ice troll.

Sauron's paths gradually decreased in one day because he was really tired.

On the way, he encountered some human villages, but he did not stop at all, but just walked over quietly.

Day 5, day 6, day 7.

Soren's lips were completely cracked, and his body was covered with shocking frostbite, and he no longer looked handsome. He walked with a slightly inconvenient position because he had drunk all the healing potions, and the accumulated frostbite finally dragged him into a serious state of injury. He encountered a large-scale wolf pack. Because of the bloody smell of the frozen laceration wound, the head wolf bit his leg, so that the injury could not heal until now.

The ice and snow country is always so cold.

Sauron walked more than a thousand miles in this snowy world with barefoot clothes. When a city in ice and snow appeared in front of him, he finally waited for the long-awaited expertise prompt.

Walking thousands of miles barefoot.

Although Sauron is very, very weak at this moment, he is also his strongest moment!

Life and death are at this moment!!!
Chapter completed!