In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

On the side, Prajna, who had been silent for a long time, said: I will protect everyone.

Jeanne smiled and said: Of course, we will always believe in the value of the heavily armored iron guard.

Lothar nodded slightly: But speaking of it, the series of magic books that Anna promised before are still very tempting, especially the transformation technique.

Our blood magic can also turn us into bats. They are so fluffy and so cute!

Fringilla said in a shocked voice.

But my attainments in blood magic are not enough. To be precise, my mental strength is not up to standard.

Because he has no accomplishments to speak of.

Jeanne frowned: Sir, speaking of which, do you also want to go with us to rescue that timid wizard lady?

Well, the four of us, plus Hans - according to Anna, this Ragmani belongs to the scholar sect of wizards, and his own fighting ability is not strong, but this does not mean that the scholar sect wizards are not dangerous.

So, try your best.

Lothar said to Jeanne: At least I have the talent of Prajna, dragon scale armor, and a 'cast iron body'. To put it bluntly, I can carry more than you.

Jeanne made a gesture like a bear spreading her hands: Well, if Miss Prajna doesn't object, I don't have any need to object.

Prajna glanced at her and nodded slightly: Let's go together.

The group of people got on their mounts and did not bring any other guards such as hussars.

Although the winged cavalry and the order knights are already the first-class cavalry teams in the secular army, they are still too fragile when involved in extraordinary battles.

If it were a group of long archers using magic-blocking golden arrows, it might still be effective.

When did that Miss 'You're Silly' disappear?

last night.

It's a pity. According to common sense, even if we rush over now, we will probably have to collect her body. The scene may be ugly.

Do your best and obey destiny.

Lothar spoke concisely and concisely.

inside the room.

Total darkness.

When Nisaya woke up from her coma, there was a short man standing next to him. He had a disheveled beard, but it was well groomed. At least, she didn't see any fleas crawling in and out of it.

You're awake, Miss Witch.

His voice was not unpleasant, at least, it was much stronger than the hoarse voice Ragmani had heard before with the help of Nidhogg.

Nysaya struggled hard and found that she was handcuffed to a wooden bed by the shackles of the Demonic Gold. The board was hard and sharp, and her struggle was of no use at all.

Nysaya soon gave up this futile struggle.

She looked at the short man next to her and sneered: Hey, Ragmani, is it because your body is too short that you deliberately made your new body taller and bigger?

Ragmani smiled and said: Miss Witch, you know, although my attainments in transformation are not very advanced, but as long as I want, I can have the most handsome skin in the world through potions and transformation at any time.

It is impossible for me to be offended by such superficial and innocuous remarks.

A sense of powerlessness suddenly emerged in Nisaya's heart.

But she immediately realized that this old monster, which was probably hundreds of years old, could never be without desires. She immediately changed her mind and mocked:

Oh, you won't succeed. Your ambition is too great. If it were just an ordinary body, you might be able to activate it with the abundant vitality of the big oak tree, but you greedily added so much to it. The limbs of a powerful creature will only make the rejection in its body even higher.”

Ragmani's eyes were confused for a while. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the days when he was debating with more than ten companions who were interested in human body refining at a gathering.

You're right.

But you don't know what potential that tree has - do you know why I haven't started yet? Because I'm waiting for it to grow stronger.

Ragmani's expression was full of fanaticism. He opened his hands and said with infinite passion: The refinement of the human body will eventually be realized in my hands. Before this, this was a great power that belonged to the Creator alone!

The Tree of Life is about to enter its youth stage, and will undergo its first transformation in these few days. It will take a few more years, or it may receive fertilizer like the Earth Walking Dragon before it can enter its mature stage.

There was a hint of confusion on Nisaya's face. She had passed by New Habsburg and had seen the Tree of Life, but she had not observed it carefully.

In fact, the real name of the Tree of Life is the Ancient Tree of Life. Its lifespan is measured in ten thousand years, and its potential is almost unlimited.

Oh, immature little guy, your vision is pretty good for your age. Anna should think highly of you, right?

Ragmani looked at Nisya's cheek with admiration: This means that you have full potential. Integrating into the new body will also give Nidhogg good spellcasting ability.

So, what are you going to eat for the last meal of your life? I have dried Spinyback dragon meat here, and some pickled mutton bought from the villagers.

At this moment, Nisanya finally showed a trace of uncontrollable fear on her face.

Even if she dies, she doesn't want to be reduced to a piece of fusion monster.

Ragmani obviously admired the fear on Nisya's face and teased: Little guy, are you waiting for someone to save you?

Nisaya's expression was startled.

You don't think we are still in the small village of Durham now, do you?

Ragmani said with pride: Ha, let me guess, is the witch next to Count Lothar someone from your association? Otherwise, how could you find her here so quickly?

So, you are waiting for Count Lothar and your mentor Anna who is most likely coming from Constantinople to rescue you, right?

But there's no way they can find me. I've erased all traces of myself.

Seeing Nisaya's almost complete despair, he couldn't restrain his pride and laughed: The little guy is just a little guy, so naive and pitiful.

What are you thinking in your heart? Even if I don't have the ability to read minds, I can still clearly see it on your face.

In the dark room, soft sobs could be heard.

Nysaya bit her lips, her face pale.

The smile on Ragmani's face gradually faded and turned gloomy again: As long as my 'Nidhogg' swallows up the big oak tree and ascends to the legend, it doesn't matter how many people come, they will all become' Nidhogg' material.

Durham Village.

Hans rushed forward and kicked open the door of this small wooden house that was somewhat incompatible with the village.

The villagers described in detail this man who lived in seclusion and always wrapped himself tightly in a black robe.

There were so many doubts that it seemed that he had no intention of covering up his tracks before.

This made Lothar couldn't help but have a feeling that he was fishing.

The room was empty.

Only the sunlight through the window, the floating dust, a few worn-out furniture, and the cured meats drying outside the door showed that someone had once lived here.

Sir, no one is here.

Lothar frowned and looked around: It seems that he has run away and packed up everything - Hans, do you have any way to track him?

Hans was silent for a moment.

I want to say, my lord, you are talking about me as if I were a hunting dog.

But he still took a deep sniff of the smell in the air: It's a very strange smell, wild, wild, primitive, violent, and it seems to have a bit of familiarity - like a werewolf in this world.

Werewolf again?

Lothar frowned. He felt that since he came to this world, the dark creatures he had dealt with most often were werewolves.

But this is a good thing!

If the opponent is a dark creature, he can also use the holy spear. If he cooperates with Jeanne, it will be two consecutive hits. No matter how thick the health bar is, he will be killed instantly, right?

No, at least not simply.

Hans frowned: Anyway, sir, come with me.

Prajna stood aside with a straight face, but a feeling emerged in his heart. The scene in front of him was like Erlang Shen and Roaring Dog.

Hans is a barking dog.

Your Excellency is Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun.

She pursed her lips into a smile, calmed down, and looked around cautiously.

The sound of footsteps coming from above made Nisaya suddenly realize: You moved underground?

Ragmani smiled and nodded: “Look, they are indeed here.

But you don’t have to be happy too early, because I have already arranged the soundproof barrier in advance.

If you try to shout, it will be in vain and you will suffer my punishment - I hope that you can suffer less in the last stage of your life.

underground!

help me!

Nysaya suddenly shouted.

But Ragmani's face did not show any panic. He just frowned and said, You are really bad.

puff--

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was heard, and a high-pitched scream made Ragmani show a little pity.

He pulled out the dagger that had pierced the back of Nysaya's hand and threw it aside.

Don't let it happen again. My patience has its limits.

Ragmani sighed softly: Be patient a little longer, and you will be relieved soon.

You should feel honored that you are about to be a part of the wizarding world's greatest achievement in the past century.

Nisaya's eyes were a little out of focus, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing above her head made the last hope in her heart disappear.

Who can come to save me?