In the closed secret room, two men who were unconscious and awakened were fixed in the center of the secret room by rough ropes coming from all directions. Under their bodies, the cumbersome magic array quietly bloomed with obscure and faint light.

The two circular magic arrays are connected together, and the appearance is roughly the same as returning blood to blood, but it is more complicated and the spell is longer.

The beautiful boy who woke up always cried and shouted, and if possible, Charles really wanted to knock him out too. But it was like the victims who had to stay awake when they returned blood to blood, and now its upgraded version was completely reversed.

The subject must remain awake.

So in the end, Charles had to block his mouth with a rag.

The candlelight in the secret room was flashing, and the gloomy and trivial spell sounded, the light here seemed to dim. Everyone outside the door was waiting carefully, and some who had experienced the battle of Luanhe City were even more sensitive to the upcoming scene.

However, unlike last time, there were no screams or other strange sounds this time, except for spells, only spells.

Or is there some sound of running water?

Many people think they heard it wrong, but in fact, it was indeed the sound of running water.

"Have you taken the water in?"

"Remember not."

They murmured, and they couldn't help looking at each other.

...

That's actually a bleeding sound.

As the spell rang, the blood that was originally slowly overflowing at the wound of the victim whose limbs were cut suddenly accelerated. Unlike normal bleeding, the liquid flowing out of his body gradually changed with the obscure light of the spell and the magic circle under him.

From the original bright red to the dark red, to the deep black and purple, the color completely turned gray!

Gray blood flowed out rapidly from the wounds of the limbs, and the victim's body also shriveled and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, the cold wind came inexplicably, and the victim who turned into mummy strangely turned into dust and was blown out of the magic circle.

And the strange liquid flowing out of him quietly flowed in the symbolic ravines of the magic circle!

Compared to the former female savage, this person is walking peacefully, but even more weird.

After he disappeared, the sound of the spell continued, and the gray blood flowing in the circular magic circle emitted bursts of mist of the same color.

It is viscous and surging, and the mist is radiating in the blood, floating and gathering together, like dark clouds in the sky, but it is darker than dark clouds and looks deeper.

After this special mist appeared and suddenly pounced on the opposite side of the veil, wrapped around his body, and rushed into it along the cut wounds of his limbs!

The gray fog dispersed four parts, like four gloomy poisonous snakes, constantly drilling into the target's body under the dim candlelight, or like a borer, quickly eroding the blood and flesh of the yarn, and then occupying it.

After a while, all the mist penetrated into Saudin's body, and the sound of the spell came to an abrupt end.

[You launched a ritual of replacing death, targeting Sadine Night Watch]

【The ceremony was successfully launched】

【Under the action of death authority, your spell has mutated】

...

After the ceremony, the secret room fell into silence, the candlelight returned to normal, and the dim light shook slightly to dispel the darkness around it.

Watching the night watch boy with red skin in front of him, Charles pondered slightly.

He knew that the original substitution ritual could block an attack for the subject, whether it was fatal or non-fatal

However, he knew nothing about his mutated abilities.

As he stayed here for a longer time, more and more people converted to the north, his authority to die had awakened unknowingly.

It is even more surprising that this beautiful night watch boy also believes in the Seven Gods.

So much so that Charles did not expect that it would mutate.

In the past, spell mutation is naturally a good thing, because it means that it has a more peculiar ability and is more powerful.

However, it seems not very suitable for now

After all, what he hopes for now is just a substitute, but he has not asked for more.

"I hope to change to the good side, otherwise I have to find someone again."

Muttering, he squatted in front of the sleeping boy, and cut a hole in his arm with a silver dagger.

The same as the normal injury, the blood in Sadin's arm cut by a dagger overflowed. However, just as Charles frowned at this, everything in front of him suddenly changed.

The hole that was cut by him with his own hands was gathered back at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This is not the most surprising one.

What is most surprising is that the wound that has recovered as the beginning does not look like the new flesh color after healing, nor the healthy rosy color he has at this time, but the slightly rough white.

Before the ceremony was performed, his original skin color!

"this……"

I looked at this color that should have been normal, but in other places, but the skin color was very abnormal, and then looked at the rosy luster of Saudin's cheeks, arms, and legs.

Charles couldn't help but cut another knife on his arm.

The situation is the same.

Two swords, three swords, four swords...

The situation is still the same.

After each wound heals, it will become what it was before the ceremony. At the same time, this part will lose its whiteness and redness after the ceremony.

...

Black Castle was preparing for the battle, and the enemies outside the Great Wall also discussed the matter in the camp sewn with animal skins.

A middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, gray hair, was sitting on a low stool by the bonfire and listening quietly. Around him, several savages wearing heavy fur clothes were discussing loudly.

"I drink a lot, but my mind is not confused yet. Although Santoro can only change his shadow bobcat, how old is he? We can't sacrifice him!" A bearded man said this, and a pregnant woman with a big belly frowned not far away from the alcohol.

A middle-aged bald man in snow bear fur next to him said disapprovingly: "Young? If you can't enter the Great Wall, what's the difference between him and the old man?"

The bearded man retorted after hearing this: "If we fail, we can also enter the Great Wall. The crows have already promised it."

"Yes, they promised. It was only the premise that they had to follow the law of the green land. Become a kneeling man? When will the free people agree to such conditions?"

"That's right, if you want me to kneel down, you might as well die!" Someone agreed with the Snow Bear Skin's point of view.

"We cannot be kneeling." Another ugly savage with a pockmarked face said disdainfully: "The Green Land has lost the favor of the old gods. The so-called wizards are just some tricks to fool people, and they can't compare with us!"

Hearing this, others nodded, and the tense atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Although the living environment north of the Great Wall is cruel, it is not unhelpful.

For example, the changer has become a legend south of the Great Wall, but occasionally one or two talented children can appear in the savage tribe north of the Great Wall.

There are no shape-changing people south of the Great Wall, and there are no powerful wizards. Although the savages live outside the Great Wall, the news is not completely blocked. They are quite sure about this, so they put forward this request.

"But I'm wondering why the crows agreed, they knew... " Someone raised doubts, but seeing that they were a little off topic, the middle-aged man who had been listening quietly suddenly fiddled with Rutchen in his arms and interrupted him.

"No need to think about this. Since an agreement has been reached, the most important thing now is who to send."

As soon as this was said, the topic returned to the beginning. The savage leaders around looked at each other and then fell into a quarrel.

"I suggest it is the Polo district. He is old and can live in a few years."

"Although the Polo District is old, it has rich combat experience, which will be of some help to us after crossing the Great Wall."

"Yes, everything behind the Great Wall is strange, and fighting is bound to be inevitable; and there is also the damn White Walker..."

"I still suggest Santoro, he can only..."

"Santoro can't do it!"

...

The noise of the camp tent faintly penetrated the tent and spread to the outside. In the woods not far away, the atmosphere between the parties involved in the savage leaders' mouths was very delicate.

They either stood with their chests, leaned against the trunk, squatted on the ground, or looked down at their feet.

Everyone listened to the situation in the camp with their ears, but after a long time, there was no specific result.

After a while, someone suggested: "It's better to make our own decisions."

"Well, who will go?"

"Get lots?"

"Good way, this is the fairest."

"Thorns, go find lots."

...

The savages didn't have so many twists and turns, so once this proposal was proposed, it quickly gained the approval of almost everyone. However, before they could start to take action, a short, old man with round shoulders and gray hair suddenly spoke.

"I object!"

As the most powerful being among all the people who change shape, the short old man doesn’t want to have an accident, so risky things like drawing lots must be eliminated.

Then, under all the dissatisfied eyes, he snorted coldly and looked at Santoro, the weakest among them.

"Santoro, after beheading you enter the bobcat, I turn your cat into mine, so you can live in me."
To be continued...