Chapter 286: Go-Jin's small actions, meeting Khajiit again

Go-Jin stares at the "Regeneration Potion" in his palm, his white eyes surprised; he recognizes this kind of potion, different from the blue of ordinary potions, it is a more profound luster.

The healing effect is better, and most importantly, it is made from the blood of a Troll, completely different from ordinary herbal magic alchemy potions.

The appearance of Tang Zheng emerges in Go-Jin's mind.

"Genius Alchemist" Tang, is he in the Holy Kingdom now?

Thinking of this human he doesn't like very much.

Go-Jin feels a strange sense of joy at seeing an "old friend" in his heart. He left the Baharuth Empire and came to the Abelion Hills because of the black-haired kid.

Go-Jin can be sure that the black-haired kid is in the Holy Kingdom now, and the reason is this bottle of "Regeneration Potion" in his hand.

When he was in the Empire, Go-Jin had already learned that this kind of alchemy potion made from demi-human blood could only be refined by that black-haired kid.

The number of potions the other party can refine in a day is very small, which is also an important reason why the herbal workshops and potion workshops in the Empire did not completely turn against the kid and cause trouble for him.

The little bit of "Regeneration Potion" that the black-haired kid makes every day is snatched up by wealthy humans such as nobles, adventurers, and merchants in the city before it can even spread.

If the black-haired kid were not in the Holy Kingdom, this kind of potion would not appear in the hands of the people of the Holy Kingdom at all.

Slap!

Go-Jin grips the potion in his hand tightly, his eyes flickering.

The red-robed mysterious person is too dangerous, especially since the other party vaguely has the intention of creating undead, so human intervention is not a bad thing.

It's just that with his status, humans cannot trust him; perhaps he can go through the hands of that black-haired kid.

"I'll go chase that escaped human." Go-Jin glances coldly at the Earth Elemental Ogre playing with the corpse beside him and raises his foot to chase after him in big strides.

"Oh, okay, okay."

The Earth Elemental Ogre reaches out its rough brown claws to scratch its head, somewhat puzzled.

That escaped human's strength is very weak, and the Iron Rats could solve it; it doesn't understand why Go-Jin would chase after him.

Here, when Go-Jin arrives.

He sees that the human youth is already entangled with several Iron Rats, his entire clothing stained red with blood.

Pfft!

A ferocious Iron Rat circles behind the youth and swings a claw, tearing a large piece of flesh from the youth's back.

The intense pain makes the youth scream: "You damn demi-humans, die together!"

The youth's eyes are red, and he grabs a dagger in each hand, waving them frantically, no longer caring about the injuries on his body; it is a fighting style that completely disregards his own life.

If one observes carefully.

One can see that the wounds on the youth's body are also healing at an astonishing speed; this is the effect of the "Regeneration Potion" continuously restoring injuries.

Unfortunately!

Facing the siege of several Iron Rats, the injuries on the youth's body completely exceed the upper limit of the potion's restoration.

Weakness.

His vision becomes blurred...

The tiger's mouth of the youth's palm splits, and the arms holding the daggers are even more sore and powerless; a sense of despair permeates his heart.

Is he going to die?

At this moment, the youth feels no fear in his heart, only the powerlessness of not being able to pass on the intelligence he obtained.

"Four Great Gods!"

"Please must bless that other squads can pass the news back." The youth prays with a piety he has never had before in the depths of his heart.

Suddenly.

The youth feels the pressure around him greatly reduced, and even the pain of being continuously attacked on his body is reduced a lot.

A flash of light before death?

No.

The youth's blurred vision looks forward, and a huge higher-species Ogre walks toward him, while the several Iron Rats that were besieging him retreat behind the other party.

"Clearly a thief, yet possesses the spirit of a warrior."

"Human, you are qualified to die at my hands!"

A steady, tough voice falls into the youth's ears.

The youth takes advantage of the short gap to take a few hard breaths to fill his oxygen-deprived lungs, his blurred vision becomes clearer, and he finally sees the huge figure of deep green, more than 3 meters tall, standing in front.

The other party's appearance... is a Troll?

The conspicuous white beard and hair fall into the youth's eyes, making him subconsciously analyze intelligence even in this desperate situation.

Recalling the information he and Mr. Kaleb pried from the Iron Rat they caught, the other party's appearance is very similar to the "King" who rules the Ogre race mentioned by the Iron Rat.

"Who exactly are you?"

The youth's weak body sways, and he says dryly.

Through the limited information, he and Mr. Kaleb reached a very shocking intelligence, that is, the person ruling these demi-human races and trading with their Holy Kingdom.

Is definitely not done by the demi-humans originally in the hilly region, but an outsider, even an outsider who knows their humans very well!

"My name—'Martial King' Go-Jin!"

"Dying at my hands is your glory." Go-Jin says indifferently, raises the spiked club in his hand, and swings it from bottom to top.

It is rumored.

That when a person faces death, time slows down.

The youth doesn't know if it's true or not, but finds that the speed of the other party's attack is not fast, and he can capture the trajectory of the weapon's movement.

"Fortress!" The youth uses all his strength to raise the daggers in both hands to block in front of his chest.

A pale white light flashes on the daggers.

The heavy spiked club weapon hits the daggers, and the remaining strength can only unload a part of the force, and the remaining force erupts.

"Ah!"

The youth spits out a mouthful of blood and is sent flying uncontrollably.

Coincidentally, the position where the youth flies out is a flowing river not far away, and this river flows toward the sea in the south of the Abelion Hills.

With a "splash."

Water splashes, and the youth's figure disappears into the river.

Go-Jin watches the figure disappearing into the water flow calmly, turns around and looks at the several Iron Rats behind him, and swings the spiked club.

Pfft—pfft!

The several Iron Rats don't even let out a scream before being smashed into meat paste on the spot; Go-Jin handles it slightly and leaves this place.

Not long after, two figures appear on the riverbank.

"Master, Go-Jin held back just now!"

"That human definitely didn't die." The Mist Witch's bright yellow pupils stare at the direction the river is flowing, and she says angrily.

She has long felt that Go-Jin has a problem; she didn't expect the other party to actually dare to assist a human in escaping, destroying the Master's plan.

"I'll chase after him immediately and solve that human."

The Mist Witch says this and is already preparing to get up.

"No need to chase."

Tang Zheng raises his hand to interrupt the Mist Witch's action, facing the puzzled gaze, a smile appears on his face behind the black mask:

"How can you be sure that this is not part of my plan."

"Master..." The Mist Witch is stunned.

Tang Zheng watches the direction of the river in the distance without continuing to speak.

If that youth doesn't live to pass on the information, how can the "Free Will" adventurer squad reasonably intervene in this event.

"It's about time for new characters to enter." Tang Zheng turns around, and his figure and the Mist Witch's figure disappear together.

"E-Rantel".

In the communal graveyard occupying a huge area on the west side of the outer wall, in the recent period, some kind of special beast-like roar would come out every midnight.

This makes the guards and adventurer squads stationed outside the communal graveyard nervous, fearing that some kind of terrible undead has been born in the graveyard.

They don't dare to enter rashly at night, but search immediately during the day, yet find nothing.

This situation has appeared for several consecutive days, causing worry and alertness in the Adventurer's Guild and the Mayor of "E-Rantel."

Both sides immediately formed a joint squad of elite soldiers and adventurers to enter the communal graveyard at night to crusade against the powerful undead that might be born.

Result!

Except for killing some ordinary undead, nothing was found, and several days of searching also yielded no results.

The only thing that makes people feel at ease is that with this crusade, the strange sound has completely disappeared.

This makes many adventurers suspect whether someone is playing a prank, or if it was a sound made by some special low-tier undead, which was solved as an ordinary undead during the crusade.

Midnight descends again.

The guards and adventurers outside the communal graveyard wall have finally relaxed their nerves that have been tense for this period, and light laughter rings out from the high platform from time to time.

However, no one notices.

Someone has long since secretly sneaked into the communal graveyard.

A figure draped in a black magic robe, with a pale face and a gaunt, bony appearance, is walking in the dark and eerie graveyard.

Looking at the familiar graveyard environment before his eyes.

Khajiit's sunken eye sockets are full of gloom; no one would have good memories or moods when returning to the place where they died.

The cold wind blows.

The branches of the withered trees in the graveyard sway in the pale moonlight, like claws reaching out. Some of the undead in the graveyard have already been cleared out by the joint force during this period.

The entire communal graveyard is very quiet at this moment.

Only the sound of Khajiit's walking footsteps echoes continuously in the empty area and between the tombstones, making it even more terrifying.

Tap—tap—

Khajiit walks with a gloomy face, holding a staff in his hand, using it as a cane while walking, clicking on the road surface.

As if on purpose.

Every step he takes, the bottom of the staff strikes the ground heavily.

"The Alliance Leader asked me to return here, is it because of the rumors during this period." Khajiit thinks silently.

Since being resurrected from death, although more than half a year has passed, his strength has not fully recovered.

Some time ago.

He has been accompanying the Alliance Leader in the undead kingdom of the legendary one of the three great night liches, the Shadow King "Terror."

According to Khajiit's observation, the Alliance Leader should want to reach some cooperation with that legendary existence, but from the current results, it is not going smoothly.

Recalling the scene he saw.

Khajiit is extremely excited; only an undead like the Shadow King, who is powerful enough to easily destroy a country and even occupy a country as a territory, can perhaps truly be called the "King of Undead."

If he also possessed such powerful strength, he would definitely be able to develop a powerful resurrection magic to resurrect his mother.

Deep in the communal graveyard, a dilapidated temple appears before his eyes.

Khajiit's gaze turns cold, his face becomes even gloomier, and he walks toward the temple with a chill exuding from his whole body.

This is the place where he died back then!

In a trance.

It seems he can still feel the burning and pain of the Flame Archangel's flaming sword piercing his chest.

Khajiit reaches out to touch his chest, walks up the steps covered in cracks and weeds, stands on the temple, raises his head, and reveals a cold gaze to scan the surroundings.

Nothing.

"Bastard, get out!"

Khajiit suppresses the anger in his heart, strikes the ground with the magic staff in his hand, and roars.

The angry voice echoes in the graveyard, spreading far away, startling the sleeping crows, birds, and insect chirps in the graveyard.

Waiting for a moment, seeing no one appear.

Khajiit snorts coldly: "You hiding guy, you hid behind and played small tricks last time, what tricks do you want to play this time?"

The air is still quiet.

It's like Khajiit is talking to himself in the graveyard like a lunatic.

"It's been so long, and your temper is still so big." Suddenly, an eerie, cold laugh comes from the front.

Khajiit hurriedly raises his head and looks forward.

Just see, a figure draped in a red robe, with his face wrapped in a black mask, and even the only exposed eyes covered by a red hood, appears in front.

The positions of both sides at this moment are like the beginning; Khajiit is still standing on the steps of the dilapidated temple, while Tang Zheng is standing about 100 meters opposite the temple.

The only difference.

Khajiit was surrounded by a group of undead, while Tang Zheng was surrounded by a Flame Archangel.

"How to say, the two of us can be considered old friends." Tang Zheng lets out a low laugh, "I originally wanted to keep your corpse as a souvenir, but your corpse disappeared with a 'bang'."

"It's truly magical."

"From that moment on, I knew that the two of us old friends would definitely meet again; look, just like this reunion."

Although Tang Zheng's attire at this moment is different from back then, the moment Khajiit saw Tang Zheng, he determined that the other party was the guy who killed him.

As the saying goes, "Enemies are especially jealous when they meet."

Khajiit's eyes are red, and he raises his palm angrily: "Go to hell!"

"Negative Laser!"

A dark gray beam of light shoots out from Khajiit's palm, drawing a stream of light in the night environment, flying quickly to attack Tang Zheng.

Facing this extremely fast beam attack.

"Dimension Move."

Tang Zheng's figure sways, disappears from the original spot, and appears in the position beside him.

Bang!

The negative beam shoots to the position where Tang Zheng was just now, blasting a pit into the ground and making a loud noise.

"Dimension Move? Magic-based magic, why don't you use angel summoning anymore." Khajiit looks at Tang Zheng, his eyes full of bloodshot anger.

After being resurrected, through the reminder of the Alliance Leader, he already knows that the reason this bastard could summon so many angels in one breath was all through summoning scrolls.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 287 =====