Chapter 1723 Frozen Soil

Bol?

Sure enough, it is related to that bastard!

Qin Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Kieran had always been skeptical about this loner who claimed to be 'trapped by a witch'.

In fact, Kieran had this attitude towards any stranger who came close to him.

Especially after having enemies like the 'broker', Qin Ran became even more vigilant.

"Is this what you've been planning all along?"

Qin Ran looked at the palace again, and his eyes finally locked on the oval door with blue and white light in front of him.

"please help me!"

Bol's voice sounded again.

Kieran could feel the rush and weakness.

Emergencies and injuries?

Qin Ran guessed.

But that wasn't the reason why he entered the door in front of him.

Kieran would not act without permission before confirming whether there was any danger.

And how to determine the danger?

Snapped!

Qin Ran raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The superior evil spirit appeared in response.

"Your most loyal and humble servant, at your beck and call, at your service."

As soon as the superior evil spirit appears, he bows and salutes.

As Qin Ran's power was unsealed, its power was also unsealed.

This made the upper evil spirit more and more convinced that he couldn't live without Qin Ran.

Because not only can it clearly feel that the power of the contract has completely penetrated its roots, but this power is also slowly changing it.

I can’t say whether it’s good or bad at the moment.

But it foresees a good thing.

The premise is that the boss in front of you is willing to do this.

You must know that the contract between the two parties is based on the Boss, and whatever the Boss says will be whatever it is.

it?

There was no room for resistance.

Also, I dare not resist.

No one knows better than it what kind of person the Boss in front of him is.

It definitely doesn't want to become the boss's enemy.

Therefore, when he straightened up, the superior evil spirit immediately walked straight towards the blue-white oval door.

Of course, before that, everything about Mimosa had been reported to Qin Ran through the power of the contract.

After learning that Mimosa was fine, Qin Ran put down his last worry and followed the upper evil spirit into the world behind the 'door'.

…

The carriage came to a hillside. The dense pine forest and the magical light obscured the traces of the carriage. Bol was breathing heavily, not only because of exhaustion, but also because he was extremely seriously injured.

The injury was in the lower abdomen because he was stabbed by a sword when he was fighting with the enemy. If it were not for the targeted item he was carrying, he would have been pierced through the body at that time and lost his life.

However, even so, he didn't feel comfortable.

Of course, the person who stabbed him had an even worse life. The person who stabbed him had his head cut off with his sword. The leader died and the ambushers were immediately thrown into confusion. It was precisely because of this that he had Taking a chance to breathe, I used some other props to temporarily escape to this hillside, hiding in the dense pine forest.

"Mr. Ball."

The lowered voice still sounded loud.

A man who was two meters tall walked over.

The opponent was not only tall, but also extremely strong. He wore linen cut sleeves, coarse cloth trousers, and cowhide boots. He was carrying a long-handled ax gun in his hand. The ax blade was covered with blood, and there was a piece of intestine hanging from the tip of the gun.

The strong man took two steps and found the intestines. He flicked the ax gun without any care and threw it out. Then he walked up to Bol and checked Bol's injuries. When he found that no internal organs were injured, The strong man breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the water bag he had brought with him.

"Drink a little, it will be good for your injury!"

Inside the water bag that he twisted open, there was a smell of low-quality alcohol that hit his face, making Bol couldn't help but cough.

Suddenly, the injury was affected, and Bol, who had just coughed, couldn't help but cry out in pain. However, when he saw the strong man trying to bandage his wound, Bol kept saying.

"No, Ashcano."

"I'll treat it myself."

Boll, who had seen the other party's bandaging skills before, would never allow himself to be bandaged by the other party as long as he didn't want to die.

The strong man scratched his head and half-crouched next to Bol. After watching Bol take out the gauze and alcohol, his eyes could not be separated from the alcohol.

"tasty."

The strong man commented like this.

"But you can't drink it."

Bol emphasized.

"Why?"

“It reminds me of eaux-de-vie!”

The strong man asked.

This gave Bol an unusual headache. At this moment, he finally understood why Father Novan was so happy when he offered two Kimptons to hire him.

Not out of joy for Kimpton, but out of joy at being out of trouble.

“It makes you think of eaux-de-vie, but it’s not eaux-de-vie!”

"Also, we should pay more attention to the situation at hand."

Bol tried to make Ashcano understand the situation at hand.

But immediately, Boll became desperate.

"It's just more than a hundred rotten sweet potatoes. We can chop them down in no time!"

"Come on, stand up, let's fight together!"

Ashcano said with high spirits.

"Ashcano, I'm different from you. This injury is enough to make me incapacitated. I can't fight for the time being."

Bol pointed to his wound and explained.

"You can't fight anymore?"

Ashcano was stunned. The strong man scratched his head again, then waved his hand and said:

"fine!"

"Then you wait here while I chop down those more than a hundred rotten sweet potatoes!"

After saying that, Ashcano stood up and picked up the ax gun.

"wait wait wait."

"return!"

Looking at the bodyguard who stood up and rushed down the hillside, Bol shouted loudly. The other party heard it, but waved his hands vigorously and responded with a louder voice: "I'll be right back!"

With such a sound, the bodyguard's figure disappeared into the pine forest.

Bol weakly lowered his raised hand.

He was not worried about the bodyguard's safety, nor was he worried that the bodyguard would lie.

He knows the opponent's strength and character.

Now that it has been said, it will definitely be done.

but……

Their enemies are not just the bandits at the foot of the mountain.

Those bandits were just pawns for testing, and the real killing move was far from coming.

Then, Bol smiled bitterly.

He is a guy who can't even deal with the opponent's probing chess pieces. It's useless to think of the opponent's killer move. I'm afraid... he will die next.

Bol's whole body trembled at the thought of death.

He is afraid of death.

Faced with death, he struggled several times.

But in the end, there is still no way to escape death!

Thinking of his efforts in the huge city, Bol smiled bitterly again.

He didn't resent those people for not saving them, nor did he resent the unfairness.

Where does fairness come from in the world?

The so-called fairness, most of the time, is just self-deception.

In fact, if it were him, faced with a 'asker' of unknown origin like him, most of the time he would be wary, and the rest would be just hostility.

"You guys are probably going to see me soon."

"Like you, I didn't escape."

"It's even a little worse than you."

Recalling the friends who first entered the huge city and then passed away, Bol shook his head and took out a bottle of potion and drank it. He has not given up his efforts yet.

Bol knew very well the character of the enemy he was facing. If he, a guy who had repeatedly ruined the opponent's good deeds, fell into the opponent's hands, it would be impossible to simply die.

Being tortured is a must.

after?

I'm afraid life will be worse than death for a while.

The best choice for him now is to commit suicide.

However, he is still afraid of death.

Before the real life is worse than death, he is still afraid of death.

"I am indeed a coward!"

Bol sighed softly. He held the long sword and tried to support himself to stand up.

There were bursts of pain from the wound on his abdomen. Even with the auxiliary treatment of medicine, such a simple action still made the gauze turn red quickly, which greatly consumed his physical strength.

Leaning his back against the carriage, Bol gasped again.

After being injured, he should take a good rest, but he had to do this.

Because the enemy is coming!

Not the visible enemies.

It's an enemy you can't see.

With the help of special props purchased from Lawless, Boll clearly watched the invisible creatures slowly surrounding them, and the temperature involuntarily dropped.

Bol knew very well how to deal with these invisible creatures: fire was the only way to deal with these things.

It is a pity that he who is hiding here at this time does not dare to use flames.

This would reveal his whereabouts.

Invisible enemies are troublesome, but so are a group of visible enemies. If the two are combined into one, it will be the most troublesome thing.

Thankfully, Bol was prepared in advance.

When leaving Morsa, he not only spent two Kimptons to hire the bodyguard Ashcano in the Temple of War, but also spent twenty Kimptons to decorate his carriage.

And this time, it comes in use.

Bol covered his lower abdomen with his hands. Blood stained his hands through the gauze. He pressed the car door with his bloody hands.

The invisible magic circle imprinted in the car door immediately started to operate.

Roar!

A huge roar like thunder sounded in the heart of Boll, and also in the hearts of those invisible creatures.

Unlike Bol, who was given courage, those invisible creatures suffered catastrophe.

Bang, bang!

With a sound like breaking glass, one invisible creature after another was shattered.

However, Boll had no time to pay attention to this.

He turned and walked toward the horse.

These horses from outside Morsa are the best war horses, with strong explosive power and long-lasting endurance. Although they need careful care, they are good helpers on the battlefield.

This is true whether passing by or retreating.

And Boll spent a lot of money to buy these two war horses just for this time.

He untied the reins.

But not until Bol got back on his horse.

Two strong war horses suddenly neighed.

Xilulu!

Amidst the sharp neighing, the two supposedly docile horses kicked and clawed, shaking their manes uneasily. Later, they even lay motionless on the ground. If they weren't still breathing, they would have died.

Boll's body swayed and he held on to the carriage to prevent him from falling to the ground.

There was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

The coldness appeared and spread rapidly.

The blessing from the God of War Temple allowed Bol to fight against such coldness, but the situation was not optimistic. Cold water poured into Boll's body continuously, but the blessing from the God of War God gradually faded away.

For a pan-believer, if there are not enough Kimptons, it is impossible for the priest to pray for him.

But even if you pray, the effect will be limited. Even true believers will find it difficult to receive the blessings of the God of War. Not only the God of War, but also after the 'Black Disaster', the gods have paid less and less attention to the human world.

What's more, some evil beings appear.

In particular, the 'Ms. Disaster', who was speculated to have brought about the 'Black Disaster', received even more admiration.

However, throughout Hokuriku, the 'Ms. Disaster' is still hiding in the dark.

But the influence of the other party is becoming more and more profound.

For example, at this time, Boll, who was feeling the ‘Disaster Commandment’, knew exactly what he was encountering.

"Priest of Lady Calamity?"

"No!"

"If it were the priest of 'Ms. Disaster' who didn't need to go to such trouble, I would be dead if I just took action."

"It should be that the extraordinary items blessed by the 'Ms. Calamity' were purchased from a secret place by a certain priest."

Bol, who quickly figured it out, became more and more desperate.

He is prepared.

The other party is also prepared.

Moreover, it is more comprehensive and powerful than him.

What to do?

Is death really the only thing left?

The despair in Boll's heart made him almost lose his strength.

The remaining blessings belonging to the God of War have completely faded away.

What's left is ice cold.

Bol prepared to face his tragic future.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly appeared from the bottom of my heart——

"You look like you need help?"

The voice was gentle and unfamiliar, but for Boll it was a lifeline.

"Yes."

"I need help."

"What do I have to give?"

Bol asked.

"pay?"

"It doesn't take much!"

“Basically free!”

the voice replied.

There is no free lunch in the world!

This is a truth that Bohr had already understood.

Free things are often the most expensive!

Especially this weird appearance and inexplicable emphasis made Boer understand that he might have encountered those evil existences.

But does he have a choice now?

After hesitating for less than a second, Bohr shouted:

"I'm willing to pay the price you said!"

"please help me!"

The sound fell, but nothing happened.

The coldness is still spreading.

Death continues to approach.

Boll could no longer stand at this time. He fell beside the carriage, his face touching the cold soil, just like he failed again and again in the huge city.

"It's a really terrible situation."

Bol's lips moved.

At this time, he thought of his promise to lawlessness.

I guess I'm going to miss the date.

besides……

2567.

The man who still chose fairness even when faced with a lost dog like him.

He has thought more than once that if his strength can be restored, he must team up with the opponent to complete a dungeon world, and try his best to help the opponent get the highest rating and get the best loot.

No reason.

Just for the sake of fairness to the other party.

And, return the favor.

The fairness of the other party made him feel that life was not so gloomy one of the few times after he woke up.

but……

Nothing can be achieved.

With his face stained with dirt and his whole body weak, Bol quietly waited for his fate.

A calm voice suddenly sounded.

"Does frozen earth also have a fragrance?"

Bol's whole body trembled.

He recognized who the voice was.

He looked up in disbelief.

Immediately, he saw a familiar person, with the same indifferent attitude as in his memory, standing so casually on the frozen soil and in the pine forest, with a deep figure intertwined with the bright moon behind him.

"2567!"