After leaving the library, Surdak remembered that when he was hunting bandits in the Grand Canyon, he also found a portrait of Selena, which showed that the last page of the magic note was different, and the portrait in the hands of robbers looked more similar to Selena.

The magic note Selena portrait is younger and has a charm-the breath of the dark goddess.
Surdak was ready to turn over the magic notebook by the bed again, and slowly turned to the last page of the portrait. The teenage girl was Selena when she was young, perhaps because of charcoal. When her eyes were black, Surdak turned to look at another portrait of Selena, the magic notebook. Selena smiled strangely at Surdak on parchment when she was a girl …
That creepy feeling Gensoul duck broke out in a cold sweat.
Chapter 371 Preparation before departure
"Hi, I’m sorry to bother you again!"
Surdak asked, staring nervously at the portrait of the magic note girl.
This parchment is a dim and yellow portrait of a girl. She holds her hands on her chest and looks pious in prayer.
"What’s your name?"
Surdak saw that the girl didn’t respond and tried the little question nervously.
The portrait of the girl is still quietly printed on parchment or there is no response.
Surdak thought that he might have just had hallucinations, or he might have been too nervous to take out another portrait he found in the hands of thieves and put them together to distinguish them carefully.
There are some differences between the portrait of the girl in Cyrus hickok’s magic note and the portrait obtained from the robber. The magic note shows that the portrait is more vivid. When you look at it intently for a while, you will find that the portrait of the girl seems to be alive. In a trance, you will feel that the portrait of the girl will smile slightly and even blink to hide the portrait of the girl. The darkness in your eyes has disappeared.
In the hands of thieves, the portrait is obviously a pair of ink rubbings. Although it looks like Selena at first glance, Surdak thinks it is because of his subjective consciousness. The portrait can see some similarities in face profile and eyebrows, which is far less impressive than the last page of the magic note.
Surdak put the two portraits away again, but he didn’t see his magic notes. At that moment, the girl portrait quietly made a face …
I didn’t know anything about this. Surdak learned that the gain effect of leg hemostatic bandage’ Blessed Body’ failed. There was pain in the blood hole of the calf. The flesh and blood at the mouth of the cave kept crawling, just like there was a force tearing at the wound, which was close to healing. The wound became bloody again. Although there was a faint light power around the wound, it could not prevent the injury from getting worse.
Surdak frowned. The curse of holy light on dark magic is not without little effect.
There are only two sand wolf heads left in the magic pocket. If you want to continue to gain the’ Blessed Body’ gain effect, you must constantly sacrifice these low-level sacrifices. These two sand wolf heads can last for another four days at most. Recently, the nodes in the body have been ignited one after another. In just a few days, almost a hundred nodes in the chest have been lit and emitted.
Every time in my sleep, these lit nodes are integrated with Surdak’s knowledge of the sea, and the spiritual world of those lit nodes forms a virtual space to form a three-dimensional star map. Surdak’s knowledge floats in the virtual space, and these nodes radiate weak light and constantly nourish Surdak’s knowledge. On the contrary, Gensoul’s knowledge has grown a lot.
Gensoul tak feel some nai is although the holy light in the body has increased, but still can’t suppress the black curse that a breath.
Perhaps the magic shop can buy some lowest-order sacrifices, Surdak thought.
The lights in the dormitory next door are still not on. Lena and Della should not have returned to Knight College. I hope this snow will not have much impact on their experience.
A simple sacrifice ceremony was held, and the blood hole in the hind leg slowly narrowed again …
On a snowy night, the lights in Lanza are dim at night.
Wild animals howled in the dark pine forest outside the city.
A team of armored guards in Chengtou passed through the battlements on thick snow. This is the winter night in Hailansa City.
……
Surdak, in the sword hall of Knight Academy, can now spare some time every week to practice sword here.
What he is holding at the moment is a wood blade similar to the western rapier wood blade, which is light in texture and thin in body. wood blade will break with a little force.
Surdak would choose such a wood blade in order to give up his strength advantage, so that his swordsmanship skills would be improved in wartime. Surdak was wearing a soft leather light armor and a protective mask, and he was holding his breath and staring intently at the thin sword in front of the female swordsman. When he saw that the sword suddenly disappeared from the female swordsman’s hand for a second, the left corner suddenly appeared. Surdak was like a black spot stabbing his abdomen.
It takes a western rapier to cast a’ spike’ from such a strange angle. He is a little busy in small-scale operations. He hands out wood blade in his hand and tries to pick this sword. But when he swings out shuriken, the thorn is a little cold, and it instantly explodes like dozens of arrows in Surdak’s eyes, forming a rain waterfall in his eyes.
Surdak crouched almost like a conditioned reflex, posing as a defensive posture, swinging his right arm out to block the sword potential, and wood blade took it back and pointed it at the heart of the female swordsman.
The rapier in the opposite female swordsman’s hand is instantaneous. Surdak’s right arm is light and his body leaps, and he avoids Surdak’s stabbing a sword. Surdak draws a white horse on his chest, forcing Surdak to retreat for half a step. The sword potential keeps stabbing Surdak’s rapier in his hand. Every time, he is forced to defend his right hand without a shield. wood blade, an expert, parries the other side for a while, and wood blade is forced to defend at the end.
There are two people moving in the practice room, and some dazzling female swordsmen have already secreted a layer of sweat on their foreheads. Her light body flickers and flutters, and the sweat falls on the oak floor. Her face is flushed, and it takes a lot of physical strength to maintain this continuous fast break. She is gradually unable to stand it.