Rez came to find the rune mage to recycle the world runes. When things came to an end, the mage was unwilling to hand over the runes and asked Rez to give up some more time. Now he needs the world runes to resist the invasion of the trolls after nightfall. When he transfers all the villagers away in the spring, he will let Rez take away the talisman.

Rez did not agree because the other party said so last time. He felt that the alliance had already affected the world runes and had the idea of ​​taking it for himself. Rez suddenly launched an attack, and after a fierce fight, he retrieved the world runes from the other party's body at the cost of a lame leg.

In order not to allow runes to be occupied by anyone, Reitz killed one of his few old friends. He did not hesitate at all, and he still remembered the harsh price caused by the rune war.

After taking the world runes, he originally planned to leave and immediately set off to the secret library to properly place them, and then look for the next lost rune. The world runes are left outside for one day, and the world is facing the threat of greed one day.

But in the end he was still worried about the villagers here. Without the protection of the rune mage, they could not survive the attack of the trolls. He decided to give them a chance to struggle to survive. Whether they can survive depends on their own luck.

"What I do has nothing to do with you." Received that Rez, whose face had been slightly relieved, immediately turned cold.

He stood up again and walked towards the villagers who were hugging tightly. The influence of the troll war song was gradually fading away, and although he was still limping, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Seeing Riz approaching, a hint of surprise flashed across these firm faces. He stopped in front of the crowd and frowned and said, "Bring everything you can bring with you and leave here overnight! Otherwise, it would be more than these trolls who come here next time."

These faces looked at each other, and then a middle-aged woman stood up and told him: "There may be a blizzard outside at any time. Now leaving the valley is a bet! Betting on how far we can go!"

"That's better than staying here to feed the trolls! You all saw what the result was. I have something to deal with and I won't save you again!" Reitz said in a tough tone and could not refuse.

After saying this, he limped and stepped into the snow of Frelljord. He chose not to look back and no longer look at the faces left behind by him.

These faces were like dead people to him, and he could no longer be dragged down by the irrational sympathy in his heart. The runes of the world have not been collected yet, and their existence is still threatening the world. Those who gave up here, there are many people who can save him.

...

"How long are you going to follow me?"

Rez limped and walked out a mile, and found that the previous Poluo had been following him quietly.

As soon as he turned around, Xiaolan stopped immediately, and his black eyes kept looking at him, as if he wanted to find any food from him.

"I have something to look for you, but someone just didn't want to say it."

The stranger's voice came, and Ryze thought for a few moments, feeling that he should have a good rest, at least until his legs are almost done before acting.

He casts spells with both hands, and a blue aperture forms under his feet. Then he says, "Come in, let's talk in a different place."

In this way, Xiaolan and Rez were teleported to a cave. The entrance of the cave was filled with snow, but there was a pile of firewood in the cave. Rez snapped his fingers, and a purple light flashed, and the pile of firewood came alive. The power of thoughts instantly created a pile of campfires.

Rez sat on the ground, spread his legs flattened toward the campfire, twisted his frozen toes invisibly, and then sighed.

"What's the matter, tell me."

Zell knew he was impatient, so he got to the point.

"It's about the runes of the world..." The fire did not change, but Ryze's eyes lit up in an instant. Zel continued: "We found traces of runes of the runes of the world in the hands of a cunning undead."

Reitz fell silent, and he recovered runes from all kinds of humans who wanted to occupy the runes of the world. Among them were rune mages like him, small chiefs who were lucky enough to pick up runes, and more were heroes, generals or kings.

They are all humans without exception, and are addicted to the power brought by runes and refuse to hand them over. Although some of them did not do bad things with runes, under the continuous temptation of world runes, they will sooner or later become dissatisfied with the status quo and launch wars against other holders in order to obtain other runes.

The situation where the holder was a dead soul, this was the first time that Reitz saw him, and he had a premonition that this was worse than ever.

"Who is that undead?"

"His name is Thresh, I don't know if you know him."

"Thresh...I've heard of him." Ryze looked at the beating flames, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he gradually fell into the abyss of contemplation.

He remembered his master Tyrus, who, many centuries ago, had not been distorted by arcane energy and was just an apprentice of a mage, Tyrus told him a past story.

That was when the mage's holy land Fukugami Island was still there. As a mage apprentice, Tyrus was attending a selection meeting with a group of classmates in the open-air theater in Hynia, waiting for the long-standing masters to choose him and include himself in the core circle of the mages.

Tyrus talked and laughed with other classmates, and the collective tension narrowed the distance between these competitors, except for one person.

Aben Greer, who is introverted and gloomy, does not envy the teenage friendship between others, does not want to have meaningless chats with them, and stands in the corner as usual and silently.

This may be the reason for his origin. Greer comes from a pig farmer family and is not as noble as others. But he has an unmatched talent and has suffered some collective jealousy and exclusion.

Although Tyrus did not participate in the ridicule or exclusion of Greer, he did not lend a helping hand to Greer. He just honestly learned knowledge and then managed his own circle.

Soon, the elders and masters entered the venue. After a long and boring speech, it was the selection time that determined their lifelong journey.

The first person to get the selection stick was the monk Margusa. She was the greatest key master at that time. Countless students wanted to join her command. The person Margusa pointed to was Tyrus, and Tyrus himself did not expect that he would be selected by the most noble master.

He walked out of the queue in surprise and joy, and then noticed that Greer in the corner was retracted with a gloomy face, stretching back half of his foot, and fell into unsettling calm.

Greer must have thought that Margusa would choose him, because he had the qualifications according to his grades, so he confidently took steps ahead. However, Margusa chose another person.

Tyrus stood behind the master with a bright smile on his face. He didn't pay much attention to Greer because he felt that his overall strength was not worse than the other gamut, and it was natural that he was elected.

The subsequent ritual was spent in boredom and trance, and the selection rod was passed in the hands of the masters until it was resealed in the box, Tyrus didn't notice that there was a man's name that had not been mentioned.

That person was Greer, and no master spoke for him, and he became the only one among the students present to lose the election.

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