Chapter 645

Endless pain, and... Endless darkness.

At this moment, the dark haired wizard in chaos really can't imagine the second word that can describe his feelings. The unspeakable pain seems to tear his soul in half, and then torture and ravage it again and again.

He has experienced this pain... Although it seems that it has been a long time, he still remembers when he feels it again.

Or the familiar "formula" or the familiar "taste".

As a wizard, opening the valve to drain all energy at one time is a very dangerous move. Even a few mistakes may be completely doomed - physical death is the best result. It is not impossible to become a living dead person or suddenly become a "new species"!

Obviously, in a coma, his consciousness and body have been isolated, but Loren can still feel that his weak body is twitching in severe pain, and the muscles of his limbs are convulsing violently.

In a trance, I can still hear bursts of tearing sound in my ears, as if my body is being torn, but after tearing, I still keep repeating this process.

He could feel the cold sweat pouring down from his forehead, the pain in his brain was like drilling a hole and inserting a drill rod, and his heart was directly dug out and pinched to pieces in his chest; The limbs start from the fingers and toes, which are sawn off bit by bit and cut off from the body bit by bit.

He could feel that his body was gradually disintegrating, just like the moment when a butterfly broke its cocoon and was reborn; The only problem is that your body is not a butterfly about to be reborn, but a cocoon about to completely collapse!

All the pain is incomparably real, but he can't shout it out; Close your eyes, but you can't open them to escape from the endless darkness.

Only wave after wave of tremor, like a tide, came again and again.

How long has it been?

Because of the pain, the black haired wizard could barely have a general concept of time at the beginning. When all the pain and even his soul were completely numb, he couldn't feel it at all.

The only feeling is that the original pain is gradually disappearing... Maybe it is really disappearing, maybe it is just because I have lost consciousness, but it is indeed alleviating.

The original tearing sound has also been reduced from ten million times a day to one million times.

I'm still alive... Uh, probably?

There seems to be no sign of complete recovery of the spiritual palace, and the sea of consciousness is completely chaotic. Scalp numbness and irritating pain from temples should be the side effect of energy drying up.

This familiar feeling made the dark haired wizard happy... At least prove that he was still alive. The last time I had a similar experience was after mentor Dalton saved himself.

Time passed for a long time, but this time Loren could probably determine that he was still alive. Except for weakness and inability to recover consciousness, he was no different from normal dying patients.

Well... If it wasn't for crossing again.

Hey, why should I say "again"?

From head to foot, there is no strength at all, and even opening your eyes is very reluctantly; The spiritual palace is a little stable, and you should be able to normally enter the state of meditation in a few days.

The slight footsteps approached slowly, and the sound was strange. It seemed to slip in from the door; Not to mention subduing each other, I'm afraid I'm even reluctant to hold my weapons.

Pretend to be unconscious and wait until the other party leaves?

The footsteps stopped beside him. The sound of pulling the sword could be heard vaguely. The cold awn of Leng Feng had been refracted to his eyes and was very close to him.

What should I do? It seems too late!

How about... A bet?!

The black haired wizard suddenly opened his eyes, and his diffused pupils focused on the figure holding his sword in front of him as much as possible; Inadvertently, it overlaps with the sight of the figure.

"Huh?!"

"Alas!"

Andrew McAfee, who was startled, stood in place, holding the apple just touched from the head of the black haired wizard's bed in his left hand, and the dagger in his right hand was still in mid air, staring at Loren lying on the bed.

The next second, with a shocked expression, McAfee raised his mouth rigidly, managed to squeeze out a smile that he thought was "friendly" and shook the apple he had just stolen:

"Eat... I'll cut one for you?"

"..." Loren Turin.

Silence, dead silence.

After a long time, the black haired wizard with a splitting headache struggled to think for a moment and recalled the image of the other party in his mind: "you... Are the deserter of duanjie mountain, following the knight?"

"This is the third time. I don't run away! Please remember clearly. I beg you, will you?"

McAfee, who was stabbed to the pain again, just wanted to jump up, but after seeing the "sick man" lying in bed, he sighed and sat powerlessly on the next chair, not forgetting to peel the apple:

"Forget it. For your sake, I don't care."

"Sorry." the dark haired wizard muttered, "what do you call it?"

"Andrew McAfee of Arles, just call me McAfee." he peeled off the skin quickly, and McAfee replied without raising his head.

"Are you a noble?"

"Well... Sort of."

"What do you mean?"

"You've been to Arles. Unless it's on the table in our poor place, you can't tell who is noble and who is poor... Sometimes you can't tell clearly on the table. Everyone is hungry like he hasn't had enough in his life."

"..." Loren Turin:

"Didn't you come with the knight? Why didn't you leave with him?"

"Well, this."

A light word made McAfee freeze; The next second, the deserter's face suddenly showed a very flattering, fake "smile":

"It's true... But he asked me to stay with you before he left. He said that I would only get in the way and couldn't help, so..."

"So..." Lauren narrowed his eyes and looked at McAfee with an awkward smile. His eyes were meaningful.

"So I promised him." the flattering McAfee, "respectful" and some flesh pain put the peeled apple beside the black haired wizard's bed: "as long as you nod, McAfee of Arles will serve you wholeheartedly and become the sharpest halberd in your hand!"

Looking at his expression, the black haired wizard really hesitated for a while.

Indeed, judging from the first World War of the heretic church headquarters, this deserter is still very good. Moreover, he can follow the oath Knight all the way from duanjie mountain to Bain, which also proves that he is not only a deserter who is open to money, but also has the courage to bear hardships and stand hard work when necessary.

As a wandering Knight attendant who once engaged in this industry, Loren was deeply touched.

The recent battles also fully show that there are still too few people you can trust. Many times, Lucien has to take multiple jobs and even lack skills; As for Ariel and Asriel, Loren is still not at ease

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"Not much. It's just been more than a month," McAfee replied with a smile. If the other party doesn't mention it anymore, it means he has agreed.

"More than a month?!" the black haired wizard was slightly surprised.

"Well, a lot of things have happened during this period." McAfee shrugged. "First, there are people making trouble everywhere in the red blood castle. After a few days, the rebellious nobles were finally suppressed."

"Before it was over, it was revealed that the governor of Byrne who died on the day of the unrest was a heresy, and the whole principality of Byrne was angry; the little girl count said that she would reconvene Byrne's round table and select a new Duke of Byrne to put pressure on the Empire."

"Now?!"

"Yes, just a few days ago - most of the barons of Byrne responded. Several earls have come and the rest are on the way." without noticing the shocked expression of the black haired wizard, McAfee continued to mutter with an indifferent expression:

"However, the reaction from the sky palace was fast enough. Yesterday, the envoy of the imperial capital came and said that a duke was sent as a mediator. Look at this?"

The dark haired wizard's face didn't mean to laugh at all. He stared at him solemnly: "which Duke is it?"

"Listen to them, they are still discussing, but nothing unexpected..." McAfee turned his head and played with the dagger absently:

"Archduke of El Mans, Duke Uli veltz!"