"But Your Majesty, I'm just a mortal, I can't live for ten thousand years..."

Torway's tone was sad. He always felt as if he had been tricked, but he did not dare to question it.

"Have you ever heard of the resurrection of the dead?"

Su Nian gently patted Torway on the shoulder with the corner of the dragon wing, but almost knocked the young man to the ground.

"The undead can live for many, many years. If you die early, I will use the Undead Summoning Technique to summon you out, so that you can continue to contribute to my career~"

Torway: "..."

He didn't know what to say.

But he suddenly had the illusion that he wanted to hang the Black Dragon Emperor on something.

…

…

Dalabengba didn't know where to look for a cure for Aya, so he walked along the main road of the royal city for a day and a night until the broken stone road completely disappeared under the traces of weeds.

Before nightfall, he wandered around aimlessly and came to a small village.

The light of the bonfires in the village dyed the dim night orange-red, and the noise of joy could be heard. In this unknown village, the villagers seemed to be carrying out a grand sacrificial activity.

"...Servants of the ancient gods, Morais Hatton Kalint, we obey your glory and offer you precious food. Your believers pray for your help and will give you good medicine to cure the disease..."

Darabengba stood behind the dangerous wall, listening to a gray-haired old man reciting convoluted sacrificial lines. He saw a freshly killed domestic pig placed in front of the simple and shabby sacrificial platform.

There were also two unshaven pheasants with their butts upwards and some wild mountain fruits that could be seen everywhere.

These things are already very luxurious for ordinary farmers.

Darabonba does not believe in divine grace.

If there was really divine grace, the villagers in the village would not die. God is very busy, how can he have time to care about the life and death of ordinary people like them?

He had foreseen that the old man's sacrifice would be fruitless.

But an accident happened.

After the old man finished reciting the sacrificial lines, he waited for a moment, and then a jackal emerged from the nearby grass.

It first looked left and right for a while.

It seems to be determining whether the surrounding environment is safe.

Then he came to the villagers with herbs in his mouth.

These villagers did not feel fear or panic at the appearance of the jackal, but complied with it.

"Is this the god these villagers worship?"

Darabengba looked confused.

No matter how you look at it, it's just a wild monster.

Based on the aura displayed by this monster, it is estimated that even the first level of strength is strong enough.

Dalabengba twisted his numb ankle, but accidentally stepped on a dead branch. The dead branches in late autumn were dry and fragile, and there was a crisp "click" sound when they broke.

This sound was extremely abrupt in the silent environment, and it immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding villagers. The jackal with the herbs in its mouth was also frightened, and it swooped into the trees beside the village.

"Who is there!"

Although the old man who took the lead looked very old, his voice was full of vitality, causing echoes to reverberate among the sparse houses.

Seeing that Dalabengba's whereabouts were discovered, he was not a shameful villain, so he simply stopped hiding himself and walked out openly.

He came to a stand five meters away from the villagers, holding the scabbard with his right hand and placing his left hand on his chest. He saluted the old man seriously, but he kept paying attention to the movements around him out of the corner of his eye.

"I am a passing adventurer. I heard the sound of sacrifices coming from here, so I came over to watch out of curiosity. I apologize for disturbing you."

"Young man, it is very impolite to disturb the sacrifice." The old man coughed twice and looked at Dalabeng Bar with careful eyes.

He saw that Dalabengba had a decent attitude and didn't look like a villain, so he didn't want to argue with him anymore.

So he continued:

"But it's understandable because you are a young man. We won't pursue you for disrupting the sacrifice. But the sacred beast of the sacrifice was scared away by you. You have to take responsibility for this."

The so-called sacred beast for sacrifice should be the first-level jackal...

Dalabengba secretly guessed in his heart.

Although his strength is much higher than these villagers and jackals, he is not a bully. It is his fault for disturbing the sacrifice. He does have an obligation to bring back the so-called sacred beast for sacrifice.

So, he considered his words and asked the old man:

"What can I do to make up for my mistake?"

The old man's eyes swept over Dalabengba's right hand holding the sword, and said:

"You should look like a warrior. The sacrificial sacred beast likes to eat the delicious meat of the fire rabbit very much, but ordinary people like us can't catch up with those cunning rabbits, so if you really want to make up for your mistakes, go hunt down two

A fire rabbit is back."

This matter is not difficult for Dalabengba.

He met the Fire Rabbit by chance on the way to this small village.

After hearing the old man's request, he immediately turned around and left through the jungle, but returned after a while carrying two fat and white fire rabbits.

The old man happily wiped the fire rabbit's neck, put the rabbit blood in a dirty broken bowl, placed the dead rabbit next to the domestic pig, and muttered to the sacrificial altar for a while.

Soon.

There was a "rustling" sound coming from the nearby jungle.

I saw the timid jackal go and come back.

Its eyes were warily fixed on Darabengba, but at the same time it was salivating at the nearby Fire Rabbit. After some ideological struggle, the jackal finally failed to overcome the temptation of delicious food and lay on the Fire Rabbit.

Eat happily.

It was only now that Dalabengba found the opportunity to carefully observe this jackal, which was regarded as a sacred beast by the villagers.

I saw that its fur was withered, its eyes were fierce, and although its body was skinny, it looked quite powerful.

There are two clear bloody mouths on the wolf's back.

The bloody mouth formed a strange pattern, exactly the same as the pattern on the sacrificial altar.

Could this wolf really be a servant of some god?

Darabengba knows that all gods have their own emblems.

The strange patterns on the sacrificial altar and the wolf's back should represent the emblem of a certain god.

It looks like a mushroom growing on a skull.

It was bloody and had an evil vibe.

"Can your wishes really come true?"

Darabeng asked the old man.

"Of course, young man, the servant of the gods - Lord Holy Beast has brought back some medicinal herbs for us! These are the ones..."

The old man showed Dalabengba the herbs that the jackals had picked up. They were all unseen varieties, with blood-red roots, blood-red leaves, and a strange aroma permeating them.

Is this stuff really not toxic?

Darabonba expressed doubts about this.

"Is anyone in the village sick?" he asked pretendingly:

"To tell you the truth, although I am a warrior, I am often injured, so I have my own understanding of the healing of diseases. Maybe I can also treat that patient."

The old man glanced at Darabengba in surprise.

He didn't think the young man in front of him had the ability to cure diseases.

But he didn't say much.

Thinking that the young man was just out of curiosity, he did not refuse the request to see the patient:
Chapter completed!