(Crazy Lord's Subscription Site!) It's related to my subsistence allowance! ）

It was precisely because of the problems of the burning plain that Karthas was forced to begin his aimless wandering and wandering.

Since the last time they broke up, he and the Phantom's souls had been cast by Falina with some kind of masking spell. Although it is impossible to completely isolate the remote sensing of the witch god clone, the clues and information that the other party has obtained based on it are becoming fewer and more vague. If it weren't for that, as a death chanter in the wizarding world marked as a registered bounty for the head, he wouldn't dare to run around the human society with such a big thorn.

Pretending to be a low-level wizard along the way, Karthas explores the secrets of the wizarding world, looking for ideas and solutions to the current problems. But don't, you really found a way for him that wasn't a solution.

What did Karthus, the great singer of death, do best? Death, of course! So the way he came up with it was always inseparable from killing and death.

The Plague Daughter is a solution he came up with!

In the Necropolis, when it comes to spiritism and undead transformation, the necromancer Kel'thugad is deservedly in the first place. But when it came to curses, toxins, and plagues, Karthhas didn't think he was worse than the necromancer. So along the way, he has been repeatedly planning to concoct a great masterpiece that shocks the world - the Daughter of the Plague.

The Plague Daughter, a mother of insects composed entirely of plague insects, a hotbed of plague that spreads the plague everywhere. She can incarnate tens of millions, and every epidemic insect is an incarnation of her. As long as all the incarnations are not instantly destroyed by the enemy, as long as she can escape a plague bug, she can be resurrected with the rapid contagion and division mutation of the plague.

In a certain way, she is a blood-demon-like being, but she is more extreme and ruthless than the other party.

In fact, Karthhas had such an idea for a long time, but he did not report it to the owner of the cemetery, because he knew the temperament of Li Xun's master, and it was impossible to approve this kind of experiment with the mission of exterminating living beings.

However, now far away in the wizarding world, without the strong restraint of his master, coupled with the huge problems encountered, Karthas could not hold back his restless mind to turn this idea into reality, and let his greatest creation, the Daughter of the Plague, become the most powerful weapon in his hands.

For the sake of this great ideal, Karthhas has gone all the way, studied all the way, and has been well aware of all the details of the transformation, but only lacks the most suitable practical carrier.

This couldn't help but make him restless.

He can solve technical problems by studying day and night, and material problems can also be solved by looting, but the choice of this plague daughter is not controlled by him at all.

First of all, this mother must be a woman who fits the dark elemental physique, and secondly, it also needs to have a very high willpower of will, when the above two conditions are in place, the target must also have a nostalgia for life and a yearning for death, the stronger this idea, the more suitable it is to become a worm mother who gives birth to the daughter of the plague.

These harsh conditions are stacked one by one, which makes it difficult to find the mother worm.

In search of a suitable human girl, Karthhas travels very slowly, and almost every village and town of a slight size has to go in search of it. Even for this reason, he secretly issued a bounty in the Adventurer Association of the wizarding world, soliciting information from similar girls at a high price.

So as soon as he settled into the Maple Grove Inn after nightfall, Karthas plunged headlong into the largest tavern in town.

As soon as you enter, you are greeted by a noisy and noisy cacophony, and your nostrils are filled with cheap perfume, the smell of sweat, the faint smell of ale wine, and the fennel on the fried steak. All kinds of different smells mixed together, forming a unique smell that was extremely lethal, and Calthus was caught off guard and sneezed loudly.

The wizard is indeed a well-deserved protagonist in the wizarding world, and he can walk sideways in almost all regions, but it also has to be divided into three, six, nine and so on. Like Karthas disguised, a middle-aged man in his 40s is a wizard who has just started, and he is not a figure worthy of attention anywhere.

Therefore, the arrival of Karthas did not surprise the crowd in the bar, but only politely raised a glass to him. With a stern expression, Karthas walked silently past the drinkers and went straight to the table in the darkest part of the room.

As he sat down on the stool, the leader of the Adventurers' Guild, who was in charge of intelligence liaison here, quickly took off his hat and saluted, and immediately leaned in front of him and began to talk in a low voice.

It's really unexpected, and the plague parasite that can't be found everywhere actually got a clue here.

Hurriedly coming out of the tavern, Karthas found a no-man's place to cast a stealth spell on himself, and then went straight to the place provided by the other party.

……

On the northwest edge of Maple Grove is a low, old grass hut.

The bright crescent moon in the sky gently sprinkled its silvery light into the house, illuminating the thatched pile that was close to the corner of the house. Seira snuggled lightly against the haystack, rubbing her empty stomach as she peeked through the gap at the tall and spacious wooden house at the end of her sight.

With the help of the cold moonlight, it can be clearly seen that this Sera is a young girl who is eleven or twelve years old and is in the development period. It's a pity that due to perennial malnutrition, she is obviously much more delicate and thin than girls of the same age, not only her face is covered with criss-crossing stains, but even her clothes are covered with fishy mud.

Perhaps only in this way can her white and delicate face be covered, and she can be saved from being targeted by those street villains and becoming a missing person that no one cares about.

It was dinner time of the day, where the lights were bright, the food was fragrant, and a cheerful chuckle or two could be faintly heard.

"Aunt Emiel's family is going to eat again!" Seira thought hatefully.

Just as she was getting more and more hungry, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the grass hut, and soon, the cold moonlight that penetrated into the house would be blocked by a figure.

A hairy man who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old pushed open the crooked "wooden door", got in, and whispered: "Saila, Saila, come out quickly, see what I brought you?" ”

The thatched hut is dim, and there is an indescribable musty smell after the thatched grass is smashed, so many beggars are reluctant to live in such a bad environment.

Suddenly in the dark, it took a few seconds for John to get used to the light in the room. The hut was narrow, and there wasn't much room for people other than the thatched piles stacked on top of each other, so he quickly found the hungry half-dead Sera.

"Saila, hurry up. You see what this is? ”

John took out a bulging bag from his arms, squatted down beside Seira, and gently opened the bag, and suddenly a peculiar fragrance of oats came to his nose.

Grain?!

Smelling the aroma, Cera, who was already dizzy from hunger, instantly regained her strength, sat up abruptly from the haystack, threw herself into her pocket, and swallowed it heavily. Since there was no shelling, and there was no clear water, Saira was quickly choked. Although her face was flushed and she couldn't stop coughing, she was still reluctant to waste a penny, gagged her mouth with her hands, and swallowed them one by one with all her might.

"Don't worry, Saila, there's a lot more here, you can have a full meal today!" John looked at this partner who had grown up with him distressedly, and reached out to help her pat her back and take a breath.

With the help of that brief moment, Seira seemed to see something, and suddenly reached out and grabbed John's arm.

A whip mark was clearly visible at the wrist, the wound was already slightly raised, and the faint blood was slowly oozing out.

Sera let out a soft cry and pulled John forward, only to see that even his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were bruised, and he had obviously been beaten.

Silent tears flowed down instantly.

It was the harvest season of the year, and the town was full of caravans full of heavy grain bales, and as long as the hands and feet were nimble, a sharpened hollow bamboo pipe and a sack could steal a lot of grain from the wagon. But once you get caught by those guys who are driving the car, you have to punch and kick it.

Sera is hungry all year round, and where does she have the strength to do such a difficult job. If it weren't for John's daily feeding on the streets, Sera would have starved to death in this dilapidated hut.

"John, it's all for me! I ......" Seyla pulled John down and tore a clean spot from his shirt to help bandage the wound on his wrist.

John smiled shyly, dodging Seira's hand that wanted to caress the corners of his bruised eyes by tilting his head, and looked at the mansion in the distance through the gap in the wall of the grass hut, and scolded hatefully, "It's all your damn Uncle Enmir's family." They're staying at your house, but your father has only been out of touch for a year, and they've kicked you out......"

Seira shook her head unconsciously, and the tears flowed more and more cheerfully, diluting the mud on her pale face a lot, revealing a delicate and delicate face.

"This could be my life! John, I miss Daddy so much! ”

As a well-known adventurer, Serra's father was also a well-known figure in Maple Grove. However, after participating in an expedition hired by a wizard, his whereabouts are no longer known.

Seyla curled herself back into the darkest corner with her hands around her knees, sobbing silently.

John rubbed his hands in distress, but he didn't know how to comfort a crying girl, so he could only push the bag of oats forward again, and said hatefully: "Sela, don't worry." I've now joined Sock's Short-Handled Society, and I'll soon learn what it takes to get your revenge! Don't let go of your damn uncle's family, even the bribed sheriff's family, I won't let it go! ”

There was silence in the darkness.

John shook his head helplessly, looked down at the low thatched hut, turned his head to look at the wooden hut that reflected the warmth and warmth of the bonfire, and cursed in a low voice and walked away along the side of the road.

(l~1`x*>+``+