The crystallization of life, this item is the item that Yoer obtained when completing the Dragon Lord's transfer task.

The description of it can replenish vitality (can replenish vitality by yourself, once a month.)

Yoer used it to revive Luo Lei's aging vitality, which is a very incredible thing in the Anlan world. You should know that Luo Lei's situation is not hurt, but a simple life span is about to end. Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal rules, and this rule is irreversible. Otherwise, Luo Lei could forge a sixth-level magical suit, and no matter how high the price is, the Luo clan would not hesitate. However, the crystallization of life reversed this rule, allowing Luo Lei's life state to return to his youth.

Ranfrik, after handing over this thing from Yorn, he asked someone to analyze it.

The answers come out are undoubtedly amazing.

If this huge vitality is slowly released in a diversion way, it will be even enough to provide this big tree in Anlan World.

You should know that the Anlan world belongs to an advanced plane. In order to replenish the nutrients it needs, this big tree is provided with life at its root by hundreds of life trees.

But the crystal of a life is worthy of this, and it is worthy of its name.

And being able to provide a world's vitality and act on the dead bones will undoubtedly become a never-ending wave of undead spirits.

The only trouble is that these undead who are reviving their powerful vitality do not know the ones who revived them.

"I just don't know how this strongest country in the world will deal with it." Ranfrik muttered, and after that, he threw off the bottle and joined the escaping pace.

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After arranging the matter for Ranfrik, Rebs returned to the city gate.

Continuing the job of recruiting people is undoubtedly ineffective in terms of effectiveness, and the signboard placed here does not attract anyone.

Rebs found a chair boredly and sat next to the sign and waited.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from the city gate, and panicked soldiers ran over. Judging from their clothes, they were elite soldiers responsible for the protection of the outer wall.

"Is something happening?" Rebs muttered.

Normally, soldiers with outer protection will not come to the inner wall protection.

Even if it is just a formal protection, the nobles pay the most attention to form and rules.

As the concubine's son of a noble, Rebs, who had received systematic aristocratic education, clearly understood this. Since the other party did this, it means that something big happened. The inner soldiers must be asked to notify the nobles ruled in this territory and let them make a decision.

After the soldiers on the outer layer left, Rebs moved closer and asked the other soldiers, "Is there something going on?"

For Rebs, although the soldiers did not want to deal with him, the benefits they received were not rejecting his questions.

"There is an enemy invading."

"Enemy, invade the town of Coren?!" Rebs said in surprise.

No wonder he was so surprised, even the soldiers who heard the news were almost the same at the beginning.

The protection of Columbia is indeed not qualified compared to his economy. However, he has a backer who is stronger than any force above his head. Attacking Columbia is no different from launching an attack on the imperial capital of the Holy Empire. It is precisely because of this that they are so surprised.

"Which guy is it?" Rebs continued.

"I heard... it's not human, but this message was reported by your corpse movers. It's still unclear how it is."

"My people...reported?"

Rebs subconsciously thought of Ranfrik. His arrival seemed to reveal strangeness, but he stopped after just thinking. No matter what, Rebs did not think that Ranfrik dared to challenge the Holy Empire. What he thought just now was obviously just his random thoughts.

Rabs did not continue to ask, but put away the sign and walked towards their work gathering point. The town is large, but the space they can accommodate for transporting the bodies is very small. If something really happens, the only thing the workers who transport the bodies can go to is their gathering place.

Rebs placed the sign next to the house and pushed open the door.

Inside the door, the returning workers' eyes were filled with fear, but they deliberately or unintentionally distanced themselves from Ranfrik.

This abnormality naturally occurred when Rebs walked in. Although the workers were not familiar with Ranfrik before and were also far away, they now seemed to be scared to distance themselves.

Ranfrik didn't react much to this, just walked to the bar, took a bottle of wine himself, and poured a glass of wine into the cup. In the world of Anlan and the original noble world, he did not like wine, as wine would affect his thinking, and for the second son of Duke Epalenque, he needed a clear mind to win over his subordinates. But as he was sent by Yoer, Ranfrik fell in love with wine, which would make his brain relax. At least when drinking, it would make him feel that Yoer was not around.

After drinking this glass of wine, Rebs still looked at Ranfrik with a strange look.

"What happened between you?" he asked.

The workers stammered, looking at Ranfrik with fear.

The scene was deeply recorded in their minds. As Ranfrik's narration appeared, as the story he told appeared, gray-white bone hands kept coming out from the ground. His voice seemed to carry a magic, a fearsome magic. In their opinion, the group of monsters must have a connection with Ranfrik.

“I just told them a horror story that would happen,” Ranfrik explained. “I am a bard, and in the past, what bards did were prophecy and warning.”

Prophecy and warning, this is the earliest thing the bard did, but I don’t know when the bard became a tool for the aristocratic pastime.

Rebs, who was once a nobleman, did not believe in so-called prophecies. In his opinion, this was just a lie prepared in advance.

Rebs didn't say much, but pulled the leading workers to walk out the door.

Outside the door, he had some discussion with him.

After the conversation, he learned what happened.

"You mean... the dead bodies that were buried have resurrected?"

"The gray-white dead bones crawled out of the ground like this... They are the undead from hell!"

"Maybe that's the magic of the undead?" Rebs thought calmly.

It is precisely because of the existence of undead magic that there are people who believe in evil gods.

Many people think that it is a god who controls life and plays with life. Because of this, so many cultists appear under explicit bans. Of course, part of the reason is that the secret support of local nobles, and this practice is the so-called self-respect of the enemy.

"...Ranfrik, are you going to take a look at the exterior wall together?"

Rebs made an invitation to Ranfrik.

"Are you suspicious that I have a problem?" Ranfrik smiled and shook his head, but did not refuse Rebs' invitation. He walked towards Rebs with a bottle in his arms, and replied lightly in his mouth: "Let's go."

When they came to the outer wall, the guards standing at the top of the wall were already solemnly, but they made a panic sound.

"That's white bones...how does that kind of thing move..."

"That's undead magic, but we can face this number, right?"

"They probably can't climb up to this city wall. With the magical style of the wall, they should be able to stop it for a while."

"I don't know when the support will come."

The guards' talk continued.

Rebs also reached the top of the city wall through his usual relationship.

Then his eyes were attracted by the shocking scene in front of him.

The gray-white wave occupied the earth, but to be more precise, the unimaginable tide of bones. Such a terrifying number makes people look like it.

Their speed is very slow, just like an elderly person walking, but this kind of walking brings people an inexplicable pressure.

"How did you do it?" Rebs lowered his voice. He did not believe in prophecy, but believed that Ranfrik had discovered or done something.

Ranfrik shook his head and said negatively: "This is not what I did..." His finger suddenly pointed to the sky, "but it was what he attracted."

Sometimes, he also felt that he had the talent to fool, but he was obviously a little bit worse than Yoer's state of being unchanged.

When saying this, Ranfrik did not lower his voice, which attracted the attention of others.

They noticed that Ranfrik's words and the direction his finger pointed was their holy land, the imperial capital of the Holy Empire.

While attracting the surrounding guards, Rebs did not mean to lower his voice.

"Are you kidding?" He raised his voice a little, and his expression clearly expressed his displeasure.

"I am a bard, and what I do is spread the true story. The Holy Empire is a betrayer, and the place where the betrayer is established is in all dark places. When the dark currents gather again, it is not surprising that such things happen." Ranfrik's words undoubtedly angered the guards around him.

They are proud of being in the sacred empire. They claim to be the glory of human beings. They protect the territory of human beings in a world where so many ferocious beasts and dragons survive.

And Ranfrik, who described the Holy Empire as the betrayer, is undoubtedly trampling on their glory.

A guard took out his weapon and faced Ranfrik's neck. A sharp cold light slowly pressed against his neck.

"Don't react too much." Rebs reminded, but his original intention was to look to Ranfrik.

But his words did not make the guards put away their words.

"Put your words away and beg for mercy to the great holy land, and I will forgive your fault."

"You can't do it."

Ranfrik shook his head, and he raised the bottle in his hand and poured the wine into his mouth.

It was obviously a rude movement, but under his movements he revealed a noble temperament.

The guard holding the blade was slightly stagnant and seemed hesitant.

Judging from Ranfrik's performance, he regarded him as a noble. It was against the law for slaughtering a civilian in the Holy Empire. Only the nobles had this power, let alone killing a noble. Even if a local lord wanted to judge a noble, he would need to hand over the information to the emperor of the Holy Empire, and then he could only be punished after approval. Some nobles in the territory also needed to submit relevant information to the imperial capital of the Holy Empire.

As a guard, he undoubtedly did something other than his duties, but the guards did not put down the blade in their hands because of this, but instead became more determined.

He could not ignore a person who insulted their glory and refused to apologize, even if that person was a nobleman.

"Apologize, otherwise I will make you pay the price even if you pay your life." The guard still warned.

Ranfrik didn't have much to deal with, but just drank wine into his mouth, as if the blade on his neck was just a toy.

"Maybe, he's drunk..." Someone gave the downhill road.

Such words are obviously more acceptable.
To be continued...