After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 40

The next day, when the bandages were removed, the trauma on the back was completely healed.

Burgess glanced twice, but found no traces, and couldn't help feeling: "Your self-healing ability is indeed very strong. You could see the bones when you applied the medicine yesterday, and you were able to heal overnight."

And the shallow scar on his face is still scabbed, and it will take a few days to fade away.

On the smooth back, the lines of the muscles are fit and smooth, like a work of art carefully carved out of a whole block of marble, without any flaws.

But those beautiful muscles are not as cold and rigid as stone carvings. As his movements change, light and shadow flow and intertwine on his back, full of the beauty of power.

Burgess's face was a little red, and he tried to look away, but his peripheral vision always stayed there unconsciously, wanting to look but not daring to look more, his mind was full of random thoughts.

Alger turned around unconsciously, took a piece of clothing and put it on, covering his fit body.

"The priests said that it might be because of the special bloodline. But apart from self-healing ability and natural strength, there are no other signs, nor any talent to become a warlock, so I haven't studied it deeply."

On his left chest, a notch in a geometric pattern is hidden by clothing.

Burgess caught a glimpse.

"Is this the notch that grants you magic immunity?"

Alger once mentioned that his magic immunity came from an acquired nick.

"Correct."

"After the effect is superimposed, it is very suitable for the profession of a warrior," Burgess thought thoughtfully: "Who engraved it for you?"

Alger paused for a while while dressing, his silver-gray eyes blinked slowly: "I don't know."

"do not know?"

"Well, it's been there since I had the memory, maybe it was engraved by my adoptive mother, or..." Alger thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's probably by my adoptive mother."

"You are so broad-minded, you don't even look into this kind of thing."

Alger smiled: "When I was a child, I thought it was for everyone."

And the savage strength that can fight wild beasts, he also thought it was the normal level of ordinary people.

Burgess thought for a while, then shrugged: "Well, when I was young, I also thought that forging was a very simple matter for everyone."

After walking out of the room, Burgess was followed by two people.

The fact that he ran to the battlefield without authorization scared everyone in the camp. The three great blacksmiths unanimously demanded that he also bring at least two guards with him—named guards, but they should be regarded as guards.

"I won't run around again." Burgess defended himself, repeatedly promising that he would only be active in the camp.

Alger shook his head: "There is no credibility."

So, it's settled.The two guards were dedicated to their duties, and they did not relax at all wherever they went.

Fortunately, Burgess is really safe, he only stays in the forging area, instructs and modifies the equipment, and teaches the juniors in the same industry. The work of guarding is not too hard.

There were many figures of other races in the camp, among which the elves were the most.

The human front has suffered heavy losses due to the emergence of commander-level demons. In order to ensure the stability of the defense line, the support of the alliance is needed.Elves are particularly active in protecting their vital water source.

The dwarf merchants were discussing something with the logistics. They performed mediocrely on the frontal battlefield of Hell's Gate, but they made outstanding contributions to the supply and transportation of materials in the rear.

The caravans of the dwarves wandered between the various positions and the rear, bringing sufficient supplies to the various tribes to ensure that the war can continue for a long time.

The dwarves' front line is garrisoned by powerful mechanical forces, and the support of the dwarves mainly lies in the forging of weapons and armor, as well as the construction of large-scale defense equipment.

Although the scene is lively, there are more races, and there are naturally more frictions, such as elves and dwarves, dwarves and poetry of truth...

"Those bearded beards scold people too much, Lizzie, you should be a puppet who is good at quarreling, and it's specially used to deal with dwarves."

The three executors of Poetry of Truth who were stationed on the front line came out of the conference room together, and Ragal complained while stretching.

"It's okay if you don't have this breed. You can look through your summon list to see if there is any existence that can quarrel with dwarves."

Lizzy also replied with a depressed face.

Alger smiled lightly.

"By the way, Alger," Ragal said suddenly, "The headquarters of the religious group said that the sixth executor will come to take your place soon. After the handover is completed, you can continue the previous mission."

Alger nodded: "Okay."

"One less fighter, one more priest," Ragal thought, "We need to change our tactics..."

While muttering, he walked away.

"I'm dazed again." Li Ji said coolly.

After finishing speaking, she looked at the gloomy sky, and suddenly said with emotion: "It seems that I haven't been back to Dock Town for a long time, so I should still be the same?"

"Well, not much has changed. The rainy season this year is longer than before, and there are more merchant ships moored on the pier than before, so a little expansion has been done, and there are more and more merchants. A new bard came a while ago, I don't know Have you left now?"

Alger said while recalling.

"Sounds great."

They walked and chatted, and ran into a young couple in the corner.

The young people hugged each other and seemed about to kiss when they heard the sound of someone approaching. Like frightened rabbits, they let go of their embracing hands like lightning, and turned their backs to cover up.

The little witch has quickly put on the big hood, and is holding the brim of the hat, looking down at the soil in front of the toe of the shoe, as if to find some novel wildflowers.

The mage wearing a monocle folded his hands and looked at the sky as if nothing had happened, as if he wanted to explore the mysteries of the sky through the dark clouds over the camp.

Li Ji, who looked like a little girl, said to Alger with a smile in the tone of an old senior: "Oh, what a coincidence, let's go quickly, we are going to attract hatred."

The front line is stable, the rear is stable, and everything is on track.If it wasn't for one night, seeing a long-lost person, he might gradually become paralyzed in the illusion of peace.

That day was the time when the sixth executor arrived at the camp and handed over the affairs.

Almost all the top combat forces in the camp were concentrated in the conference room of the command center, but no one noticed the approach of a certain shadow.

It wasn't until a black figure appeared without warning, fell down by the table, and wiped away a bloodstain, that the people sitting in the conference room stood up one after another.

Alger drew| drew out his sword on the spot, and the spells of the mages were already on their lips.

The atmosphere was tense instantly, and the conflict was on the verge of breaking out.

"It's me..." The man in the black robe barely raised his hand, and took off his hood feebly, revealing a pale face, with scattered blond hair stained with blood.His eyes, mouth and nose were still bleeding, his light blue eyes were dull, and his whole body was extremely weak.

"Boss?" Ragal was stunned for a moment, then asked in a questioning tone.

The man didn't answer, closed his eyes, and passed out directly.

"Boss? Boss! Boss! Hubert, hurry up and rescue him!"

The Hubert in Ragal's mouth is the sixth executor of the Poetry of Truth, a pastor who came to hand over.

When he arrived at the Hell's Gate camp, the first person he treated was the current CEO of Poetry of Truth, the long-lost boss Ragal said, the top stalker in the New World, Ives.

When Alger hurried back to the room, Burgess was sitting on a chair alone, drinking black tea, waiting for him quietly.

"When can I go to the Dwarf Empire?" Argel asked as soon as the door was closed.

Burgess reacted for a while before saying: "The arrangements here are almost done. I have asked Eli to go and prepare first. We can leave at any time."

Alger nodded slightly: "Retire early tonight, and leave tomorrow | early in the morning."

He poured water into the basin and began to wash.

"What's going on? Why the sudden rush?" Burgess put down his teacup.

Argel paused for a moment.

"We'll talk after we leave."

This is the gate of hell, the area closest to the lower plane, where the abyss watches.

All matters involving confidentiality must be treated with caution.

Both the command center and the communication office have been set up with layers of barriers. Although there are protections here, they are not so strict, and many things cannot be mentioned at will.

Burgess was also aware of this, so he didn't ask any further questions. He just packed the things on the table, washed up after Alger, changed his clothes, and lay down on the bed.

At the head of the bed, on the side close to Burgess, hung a dream catcher, which Alger asked the witch to make after the night he had a nightmare.When Burgess found it, it was already hanging by his bedside.

Legend has it that the dream catcher can filter dreams, let good dreams pass through, and leave nightmares on the net. When the next morning, the nightmares will dissipate under the sunshine.

Sunlight is rarely seen near the gate of hell, and the rule conflict between the lower plane and the original plane makes the sky here often gloomy, more depressing than Dock Town or Wangcheng.

The evil forces are always restless, and the dark desires and negative emotions in the heart are stronger than in other places.

The various sects of the Zhongxing Cult Department are here, sticking to it from generation to generation, giving their blood and lives.

Time is wasted here, youth is exhausted here.

"Alger." Burgess called softly.

"Ok?"

"Will the war at the gate of hell possibly end?"

Alger was silent for a while before replying: "Maybe."

Burgess chuckled: "It's really perfunctory."

After a while of silence, Burgess heard Alger continue:

"During the ancient continent, everyone thought that the disaster of the dark tide would never end, but in the end, the demons were suppressed by the saints into the seal of the gate of hell.

"Later, people thought that the strong seal would never be broken, that the glorious era would continue, and that we ushered in the era of human beings. But that era of incomparable prosperity was still destroyed by human beings themselves.

"When people were struggling and desperate in the dark age, another hero appeared and led mankind to re-establish a unified empire.

"Everything is changing, only the gods are eternal."

At the end, Burgess laughed: "It's no wonder that you are a priest. At the end of the long talk, you must praise the gods."

Alger replied with a smile: "Aren't you a believer in God?"

"I'm different from you. I use the knowledge given by my god to convey my beliefs, rather than relying on a mouth."

Burgess closed his eyes, with a smile on his lips: "Thank you for your historical speech. Continental history and human history are very solid, the level of summarization and application is good, and the timing of preaching is also very good. Your priests will do it for you. You are relieved.

"Good night, since I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Thank you for your comment. Good night, may the Goddess of the Night and the Lord of the Two Moons protect your dreams."

Burgess murmured softly: "I'm looking forward to seeing you as soon as I open my eyes the next morning."

What a wonderful thing.