Crimson Servant

Ever since he stepped into this darkness that even a torch couldn't shine through, Warlock John has always had a feeling like a light on his back, a kind of surveillance? A threat? A veiled glance? John couldn't put into words what he felt, but it made him very unhappy.

Is this a characteristic of the Underdark? John looked at the dark elf in front of him doubtfully, trying to find the same displeasure as his on that calm face. It turned out not to be the case. Francis, without a torch, was almost integrated into the dark cave. His flexible body was like a shadow wandering beside the wall when he moved. He was a natural fit with the Underdark.

John turned back to look at the others behind him. Under the light of the fire, Dalia's eyelashes blinked lightly, her eyes filled with pure doubts. Lucian walked at the back of the team. As he moved, his palms lightly scratched the rock walls and stalagmites, feeling the rough texture of the rock surface with his fingertips.

"What's wrong?"

None of them felt any discomfort. John felt that maybe he was too sensitive. He suppressed the displeasure in his heart and shook his head towards his companions.

"nothing."

John regarded it as an illusion caused by entering a dark environment. The weak feeling was like fine fuzz scratching on the skin. It was not something worth bothering to tell his companions.

But Francis didn't think so. He took the initiative to walk into the light of Dalia's torch, letting the magician see his solemn expression.

"Don't hide it, John. You know the purpose of our trip, and you can't be too careful."

"I haven't said anything yet..."

"Do you think Mariana is the only one who can notice your little moves?" Francis said, his starry eyes full of oppression at this time.

"No, I just don't want to be exposed so soon."

Francis spoke louder.

"Why? Do you think showing your truth will make us look at you differently? Who are you worried about? Me, Inluthian, or Dalia? Trust them, John. Dalia can even accept that I am a dark elf , Can she still resist you? "

Daria had no idea what was going on. Why did Frances and John, who seemed to have a good relationship, suddenly quarrel, why did they quarrel about John's privacy, and why did she get involved?

The little priest didn't know the details of the warlock at all, but the atmosphere was here. As a member of the united adventurers, of course she had to follow Francis' words and said categorically: "That's right! John! No matter what you are hiding! I won't be afraid."

In fact, Dalia felt a little regretful after saying this. John often mentions bloody spells, and Francis compares his identity as a dark elf to his concealment. These clues all prove that the warlock is really something extraordinary. He was led into a pit by the cunning dark elves.

But now that the matter has come to this, Dalia can only ask herself with the aristocratic bearing of the Snow family. No matter what John will show next, she must show an attitude of calmness in the face of danger. right! It does not matter! I'm not afraid of dark elves! I'm coming to the Underdark too! What else can scare me away! No!

No, right? John…

Just when Dalia was feeling uneasy, John also changed his mind. He noticed the foreshadowing made by Francis. Now that he had said so, the warlock decided to express that unpleasant feeling.

"Ever since I came to the Underdark, I've had an unpleasant feeling in my heart, like peeping, like some kind of pulling. If you guys don't feel it, then I think it's probably related to my unique magic power. "

"I am the magician of Veltis, the favored one of crimson."

John's black robe started to dye red from his feet, like a flame that was climbing up and getting stronger. He put on the red mage's bloody robe, and the bright red fluid condensed in his palms, and even the surrounding darkness retreated a little, turning The space gave way to the overflowing red mist.

John, who was patiently feeling the power in his body, made a discovery. He opened his palms, palms facing up, and the flowing crimson power flowed through the palms along the blood circulation and broke through the skin.

A red and black snowball gathered in John's hand. With a thought, the active blood transformed into a new form in front of everyone's eyes. It solidified into a red crystal.

Red ice, the red ice absorbed by John, is the source of the magician's strange feeling. I originally thought that this crimson power with special characteristics had been destroyed and absorbed by Seclonfas's divine power. Unexpectedly, when it came to the Dark Territory, it transformed into its unique properties.

Solidified and reshaped, this Crimson Beloved did not succumb to Seclonfas, the predecessor of the Crimson God. His power was enough to compete with the God of Sacrifice.

John soon understood the true purpose of this scattered piece of red ice.

"A beacon."

Relying on the connection in the red ice, John found the general direction of the red glacier in the underdark area, and this induction was also two-way. When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

The owner of the red ice also sensed the arrival of another crimson favored person.

In a certain cave in the Underdark, an eerie red light exudes, covering the entire cave. Although the cave is twenty meters wide, the spacious space and the passage of time have not left any stalactites and stalagmites here. rock structure. Because the whole cave is occupied.

The solid and tall red ice layer occupied the entire cave like a wall, and all the red light came from it. Although the rhythmic flickering halo resembled the breathing or heartbeat of a living creature, it could not cover up the cold nature of this cave.

It was dead silent here, so far.

A continuous cracking sound came from the originally quiet cave, from far to near, and a shadow emerged from the inside of the red ice layer. The sound of the ice layer breaking was getting closer and closer, until the outermost crack finally broke.

A figure fell from the ice layer.

There were red ice chips on his skin, and the glowing red ice pierced into his flesh and blood and merged into one.

He opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of eyes with blood-red pupils.

At first, the ice man maintained a strange and stiff posture. As time passed, the glowing red ice on his body continued to soften and turned into fluid to penetrate into his body.

His fingers began to move stiffly and became more and more flexible. His body was awakened inch by inch. After a period of gradually subsiding shaking, the ice man returned to a normal standing posture. At this time, he was no different from an ordinary person.

The bright red color did not disappear from his skin, but turned into a blood-red robe with gorgeous patterns.

Intermittent roars came from under the hood.

"Another... Follower..."

"The... Follower... brought by Dalia..."