Tomad slept for a full twelve hours before he woke up from his dark and sweet dream. He had just sat up half of his body when a wave of dizziness made him fall back on the bed, and at the same time he let out a weak moan. The sequelae of mental exhaustion gave Tomad a splitting headache, and it seemed as if the whole world was spinning endlessly. Someone put a jar filled with cold water to his mouth, and Tomad drank several sips before he felt better. "Your Majesty, Lord of Justice, what time is it now?" "It's already noon of the next day." Silva's voice came from above, as if separated by a layer of fog, and it was difficult to hear clearly. . "Tomad, how are you feeling now? Both Bishop Kurgan and Priest Puranda of the Lord of Glory said that you have overdrawn your mental energy and need to stay in bed for a while to recover." "I'm dizzy and a little hungry. "That's it." Tomad took two more sips of water, then shook his head to indicate that it was enough, "Silva, have you left breakfast and lunch for me? I'd like some sausages, preferably with freshly baked butter bread." Another glass of wine with lemon, it would be even better if there are grilled onions and boiled peas. " "I think you recovered very quickly!" The young female chief put the water jug ??on the table angrily. On the ground, there was a "dong" sound. "There is only oatmeal now. Bishop Kurgan specially told you not to eat anything too greasy just after you woke up." "Did the Bishop say this while bringing the lunch that originally belonged to me to his own? "In front of you?" Tomad shook his head suspiciously, and sat up again with his arms. This time, the dizziness was not so strong. At least the world in front of him was no longer shaking, and the fog that blocked his vision was gradually dissipating. . "So, it seems that this is indeed the case." Seeing that Tomad could sit up, a happy expression flashed across Silva's face, and then she put on a cold mask again, "I'm going to the kitchen Let¡¯s see what else there is, but I think what the Bishop said makes sense, at least you can¡¯t eat too much meat.¡± Seeing Silva walking out of the room quickly, Tomad sat up leaning on the bed and concentrated his mind. Calling the Delta Butler in the tattoo space. At first, the feedback information was very messy, but within half a minute, the voice of the artificial intelligence customer service became clear. "Hey, can you hear it? This is the third adjustment, Lord Tomad? Are the players at peace?" "I can hear it, the sound is very clear." Tomad replied in his heart, "What happened, Why are the initial messages all fragments that cannot be discerned? " "Now there is good news and bad news, dear player, which one are you going to listen to first? " The tone of Delta Butler's tone was very relaxed, and Tomad felt a stone in his heart. He landed on the ground and spat at him with a smile, "Stop being too pretentious, Delta, let me tell you the good news first." "Well, the good news is that the Dark Elf Castle has been upgraded again. But this time the upgrade was not in the plan, and During the confrontation with the barbarian shaman, many fragments were peeled off from the body of the incarnation of the divine power, causing slight changes in the tattoo space. As a result, a special building unexpectedly appeared in the Dark Elf Castle. "Special building?" Tomad felt a burst of joy well up in his heart, and even his head seemed to be less painful. Every strengthening of the Dark Elf Castle benefited him a lot. A special building might make him The strength has reached a new level. "What is its purpose?" "This special building is called the Shadow Guild. It was originally designed to compensate players for sudden line interruptions. The normal method will not appear in the building construction sequence. The effect is of course quite outstanding. You can start from the guild It recruits special troops and heroes that are only available to other races.¡± Tomad was shocked at first, and then doubts arose, ¡°Isn¡¯t this a bit too powerful? I don¡¯t think the game designers would do it. There is something like this that subverts the balance Or, what are the major restrictions on recruiting troops? " "This is what I call bad news," Butler Delta said with a somewhat gloating tone, "The restriction in the game is the city leader. Prestige, but now there is no such data, and the conditions for recruiting special troops are automatically changed. Recruiting special troops of the first to third levels only requires the payment of specific resources-that is, the power of faith-but recruiting middle- and high-level special troops requires trust. Lord Mad, you have to do it yourself and defeat them one by one." A sharp golden light flashed in the depths of Tomad's eyes, "This is not bad news," there was a hint of sadness in his tone. A taste of confidence, "This is just a stage for me to sharpen my sword. Maybe I am not sure of defeating them now, but one day, this griffon sword will be above all the strong ones."  Butler Delta let out a low laugh, "Then I'll wait and see, Lord Tomad Oh, someone is coming." The faintly glowing tattoo dimmed immediately, and Tomad adjusted his expression, leaning on Looking out the door from the bedside. The footsteps stopped in front of the door. Looking back afterward, Tomad couldn't tell what abnormal sign - even if there was one, it was very slight - that made him suddenly become more vigilant. The door was not knocked by anyone, but kicked open by a foot with such force that the hinges connecting the door panel and door frame immediately broke and flew apart. Almost at the same time as the door panel fell backwards, the flash of metal suddenly moved several times. Tomad subconsciously used his right arm to prop up his body, twisted his body desperately, and let gravity help him roll down the bed. A sharp dagger flew past Tomad's arm and was nailed deeply into the bed board. Several figures rushed in from the door, all holding bright and ferocious steel swords in their hands. One of them was also wearing a black steel helmet belonging to the captain of the Knights of the Steel Fist. This was the only impression left by Tomad's quick glance. The Griffin Sword was placed on the bedside. However, there was no time to pick it up at this time. Tomad rolled on the spot nimbly and grabbed one when he stood up. The oak chair blocked a fierce slash coming from the front. The sword sank deeply into the back of the chair and got stuck on it. Tomad twisted his arms and almost wrested the sword from the assassin's hand. The man let out a muffled grunt, and flames of fighting spirit suddenly flashed on the sword blade. Wood chips flew everywhere. Tomad stepped back and threw the chair that was split from the middle to the ground. His linen shirt was torn from his chest to his lower abdomen. The opening was only half a centimeter short of being disemboweled by the other party. The three assassins surrounded Tomad from three directions. Perhaps because they felt they had a chance to win, or perhaps because they were afraid that Tomad would drag someone with them when he was about to die, they did not rush to launch an attack, but adopted a posture of tight defense. , squeezing Tomad's space for dodge and movement from three sides. Tomad took a deep breath and touched the rip in his shirt with his hand fearfully. This was a lesson for his negligence. What the assassins didn't know was that they had missed their only chance to kill the evil-eyed god of death today. "You are not barbaric orcs. Only humans with pure blood can understand and master the seeds of fighting spirit." Tomad grabbed the bronze candlestick from the table, shook off the white candle on it, and used the spikes on the candlestick as a self-defense weapon - only smaller than Bare hands are slightly better. "Why did you come to assassinate me?" "You won't understand." One of the three assassins replied in a cold and strange tone, "Tomad Ann, go find the answer from your god!" "Don't let him stall for time, come together," another assassin reminded. "Okay, let's go together." The first assassin replied, while leaning down without warning, the long sword was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and it was blinding, and it stabbed Tomad's lower abdomen. The other two assassins launched an attack at the same time, but as soon as one of them moved, the bronze candlestick flew towards him with a heavy sound of wind, and four spikes hung with wax oil pierced the assassin's defenseless face. , penetrates the eyeballs and muscles, and reaches deep into the skull. The assassin dropped his sword, covered his face covered with blood with both hands, and screamed one after another. However, the other two assassins didn't even look at him, and launched a fatal attack on Tomad at the same time. This time, Tomad didn¡¯t even have the candlestick in his hand. At the same time, his back was already leaning against the wall of the room, and there was no way to retreat. Tomad, who was in a desperate situation, showed no fear on his face. He just stretched out his left hand in frustration and pointed at one of the assassins. The sound coming out of his mouth was somewhere between a grunt and a whisper. "Blindness." The assassin's steps suddenly became chaotic. He stumbled forward like a headless fly. He waved his sword randomly, but instead of slashing at Tomad, who was close at hand, he tried his best. He exerted his power towards the tables, chairs and cabinets, and finally he tripped and fell among the broken furniture. Tomad had already changed his right hand before, pointing at another assassin, "Ice Spear Shock." In comparison, the light and shadow effect of this magic is much more gorgeous. A bone-chilling seven-colored light quickly condensed on Tomad's fingertips, and then turned into a translucent spear and flew forward. The last assassin was obviously more skilled than the first two. He shouted suddenly, his sword burst into flames of fighting spirit, and struck hard against the translucent spear. This can¡¯t be considered a wrong choice. Dou Qi has a certain restraint effect on magic elements. This assassin¡¯s Dou Qi has reached the level of mid-level Sanhua. The low-level magic that the general magician can cast instantly is vulnerable to a single blow. Ice Spear Shock is certainly not a low-level magic, and it has extremely strong explosive properties. The moment the sword blade hit the translucent spearSuddenly, there was a sharp and ear-piercing explosion, and the translucent spear shattered into countless slender, sharp needles, flying in all directions like a shower. The assassin let out a scream and covered his face with his left hand. Blood snaked out from his fingers like a small snake and flowed down his arm. Tomad quickly returned to the bed and picked up the Griffin Sword next to the pillow. The hard touch of the sword hilt made him feel calmer. He walked towards the first assassin whose face was stabbed by the candlestick, and found that the unlucky guy had died. The sharp thorn of the candlestick had penetrated deeply from the eye socket, and the blood flowing out was mixed with gray-white brain matter. The assassin who was blinded by the technique also received no information. This guy quietly leaned against the wall, sitting among a pile of furniture fragments. The long sword that chopped up the furniture finally dragged across his own neck, deeply slicing through the muscles, throat and bones. When Tomad walked up to him, the assassin's body was still convulsing slightly, but his wide-open eyes had lost any energy. The third assassin did not die. The fragments produced by the ice gun blast destroyed his face and one eye, and also froze his right hand holding the sword into a bruise. However, the low temperature also prevented the wound from losing a lot of blood, making him more than The first assassin lived longer. He no longer had the strength to hold the sword tightly. He held a dagger in his uninjured left hand, and the blade was pressed against his chest, but he didn't stab it hard, whether due to hesitation or some other reason. Tomad came over, kicked away the long sword that fell next to him, and then looked at the assassin coldly. It seems that this man is less than thirty-five years old. The power of Dou Qi Sanhua means that he is at least a high-level knight. From any perspective, he has a promising future. "You refused to answer my question just now, but I still want to know the answer. Tell me, who sent you here?" The assassin took two rapid and painful breaths, opened his one eye, and stared at Tomad fiercely. , "IIWhy should I tell you?" "Because you are about to die. If you don't get timely treatment, I am the only one who can save you now." Tomad did not show any anxious expression, but looked calm. Squatting down, his golden eyes reflected the man's face that was slightly distorted by fear. "You are a high-level knight. Your identity record must exist in the files of the Knights of the Steel Fist. It is impossible to hide it from anyone. Getting the answer from you will save some time at most, but I still have to verify the answer. Authenticity, in fact, is not easy. "The assassin's face showed a struggling expression, but the dagger in his left hand was still pressed against the chest and heart, and he did not relax at all. "How do I know that you will fulfill your promise?" "Pilgrims at the Lord of Justice Monastery have never had the habit of lying, and your value is not worthy of my deception." Tomad clenched his fist and pressed down Anxiety rose in his heart, "Your time is already very limited. Resurrection is the power that only gods have. If you plan to keep the secret deep in your heart, just keep your mouth shut, so that I don't have to waste time anymore." "The assassin's face became paler. It was unknown whether it was due to excessive blood loss or too intense psychological activity. "I" He licked his lips at the end and said, "I don't want to die" Tomad tried his best to hide his excitement and stretched out his right hand towards the assassin. A gentle white light slowly condensed in the palm of his hand. "You made the right choice. Well, in order for you to finish your words, I will stop the bleeding and heal half of your wounds first. As long as it is finally proven that you did not lie, you will be forgiven, stay away from the war, and go to be with your family. "Reunion." "Reunion with your family?" "Yes, family, think about your parents, your wife and children. For their sake, you shouldn't" Just halfway through Tomad's words, the man The assassin's face suddenly became extremely ugly, "My family yes, family" He grunted, and suddenly he stabbed the dagger into his chest with all his strength until it had no handle. This sudden change shocked Tomad. The white light of the healing spell shrouded the assassin's body, causing the wounds on his face and hands to stop bleeding. However, it could not heal the fatal injury that pierced the heart. "For the safety of my family I must die." The assassin's voice quickly dropped, and the last few words were as soft as whispers, "Be careful spiders ah" The dying man inhaled lightly. He took his last breath, then closed his eyes and his chest stopped rising. Tomad gave a wry smile and stood up. The excitement on his face had not faded, but it had turned into a depressed one. "Be careful of spiders? I think I know something" There was a noise outside the door, and then Silva held a hand full of delicious food.Holding a wooden pallet and holding a sword tightly in one hand, he rushed in like an enraged lioness. "Bless the Lord of Justice!" The young female chief saw Tomad standing among several corpses at a glance, and the tension on her face immediately turned into relief and joy, "Tomad, you are not injured, are you? I'm from The kitchen heard the sound of fighting and rushed over. What happened to these dead people? " "I don't know who sent the assassin, maybe it's an insider of the barbarian orcs, maybe he doesn't care. After stretching my muscles, I feel even more hungry than before." Tomad shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, walked up to Silva, and took the tray filled with delicious food with both hands, "Hey, Fortunately, the food and drink you brought are more abundant than I thought, and there are also toasted bread rolls. Are these made by you yourself? " "Tomad? An" Silva sighed deeply and raised his long sword. The sword was returned to its scabbard with a clang. "You are such a foodie." "Huh?" Tomad tilted his head while holding the roll in his mouth, and then showed a calm and shameless smile. "Thank you for the compliment. And, Silva, your craftsmanship is really good."