Legends were as common as dogs, and Liches were everywhere.
Soran inexplicably remembered a sentence that he often heard before. This sentence was used by many people to mock themselves, especially before they reached the realm of legends. Many people liked to use this sentence to mock themselves after they were seriously injured or died. Although he hadn't seen any Liches yet, Søren had encountered a lot of quasi-Legendary-level characters. As a Grade 3 professional, Søren felt a lot of pressure in his heart. However, he couldn't just find a dragon and say, "Just lie down and let me stab you to death." That way, he could level up quickly.
A month had passed.
He had grown from a low-level thief to a Grade 3 professional. Other than the Children of Gods with extraordinary bloodlines, no one could grow faster than him!
However, he still felt that it wasn't enough. His strength was far from enough to fight against some existences.
The information he got from the interrogation was actually very vague. Other than the name of the fallen in the town, everything else was very vague. No one had seen the appearance of the Chosen. Søren asked for some details and found out that the Chosen had always been wearing a black cloak. There were obvious traces near her ears, and the skin color of her palms wasn't that of an ordinary elf. Only then was he able to confirm her race. The time of her arrival was more than half a month ago. At that time, Søren should still be in Whiterun.
According to the fallen believers, she was the incarnation of the Goddess of Torture. This saying couldn't be used casually.
Otherwise, it would be blasphemy!
Those who could claim to be incarnations of gods were basically Chosen who were bestowed with power by the gods. They played an important role in the gods' churches. The power of an Chosen was equivalent to a Divine Priest with a Profession Level of 20 or so. They could use the divine power bestowed upon them to cast [Holy Word] or [Blasphemy], which were very close to Level 9 divine spells.
They could make people commit suicide, control people's minds, and even gain a group of zealots in one go.
As long as there was a hole in their mind, they could use their divine power to guide it.
The guards of the town began to move out to capture the fallen believers. The middle-aged woman's expression was gloomy as she gave the order. Immediately, someone called the Guardian Knights of the Temple of Agriculture.
The power of the temple was composed of three parts: the priests, the believers, and the temple guards.
Five Level 3 Temple Guards appeared. They were all wearing heavy full-body armor. They bowed slightly and followed the guards. In the past, Søren couldn't even take a single hit from them. But now, he was confident that he could take on all three of them at once. The speed of his growth was already very shocking, but unfortunately, he had too little time. He used a month to walk the path that others took ten years, but the enemies he had to face were thousands of years ahead of him.
The sky gradually darkened.
There were signs of unrest in the town, but Søren didn't care about it. He rested in the inn while training his Will.
He wanted to complete the cultivation of an ascetic!
As a foreign adventurer, Søren did not need to fight on the frontline against these fallen ones. The followers of the gods were not to be trifled with. If he was not careful, he might fail miserably. There were very few ways to gain Slaughter EXP in a short period of time. The distribution of living creatures was quite spread out. Killing people indiscriminately would only lead to destruction, and it would also cause him to completely lose his way. The Slaughter EXP given by ordinary creatures was too little. It was too difficult to solo a group in the wilderness, and killing them bit by bit was too time-consuming.
According to the normal progress, Søren estimated that he would need at least seven days to get enough EXP to level up.
He needed to absorb divinity!
Søren was ready to fight against the Will of the Dread Lord and devour the divinity that was separated from his soul.
But this required a very strong Will.
The night passed quickly. Søren slept very well that night. It could be said that he had completely replenished his energy. When he walked out the next day, he looked very different from before. He took off his leather armor and warm cotton clothes. He was only wearing the thinnest linen clothes. His shoulder-length hair was loose, and his bare feet were not wearing shoes. He walked directly on the cold snow.
— — Asceticism!
It was the best way to train one's Will.
A strong Will was honed and accumulated over time. A person's Will would not change just because of one's decision.
It was the accumulation of one's Will as one persevered!
Søren stepped on the snow with his bare feet. The cold wind blew through his clothes, but the thin linen was useless. Even with his 21 Constitution, he could not resist the cold from all directions. The other people in the town looked at him with strange eyes. Their expressions were as if they were looking at a madman or a fool. Even if the Northerners were naturally resistant to cold, it would not take long for them to get sick wearing such thin clothes outside.
Søren came to the Temple of Agriculture. His appearance surprised the priest, and she bowed slightly.
She knew what Søren was going to do because other priests would do the same!
The only thing that surprised her was that she could not understand why Rogues would use such an extreme way to train their Will. They did not need to rely on Will to stabilize their faith like priests did.
Most of the Rogues were believers, and they would at most talk about the Gods!
Søren received the reward he deserved. It was only a small amount of gold coins, about 30 gold coins. Then there was a part of the Holy Water, and the most important two bottles of Greater Healing Potion.
It was worth more than 500 Kindler, and its effect was equivalent to healing moderate injuries to severe injuries.
The priest was an expert in this field.
Søren continued his journey. He wore thin linen clothes and stepped on the cold snow barefoot. He moved forward step by step without using any supernatural abilities or spells. He just walked forward step by step. The pervasive cold penetrated his body. His arms, cheeks, and feet soon began to turn slightly blue. Because he did not have shoes to protect him, there were also slight scars on the soles of his feet.
The ground was very rough. There were stones, dead branches, and inconspicuous spikes because it was a coniferous forest outside.
The frostbite was gradually accumulating.
Although the speed of increase was very slow, the number of frostbite was still steadily increasing. Because of the scars on his feet, Søren also had slight bruises. These injuries gradually reduced his HP, little by little.
The first day.
Søren walked barefoot for 150 kilometers. He met a hungry white bear, but it died under his sword.
Night fell.
He did not drink a drop of water for the whole day. He only drank a little water at this time, and then slowly ate dry food. There was no meat at all, only the coarsest black bread. The frostbite all over his body was very obvious. His HP had already decreased by more than 10 points. If it wasn't for his [Regeneration] talent, as well as his extraordinary Vitality of over 20 points, he would have frozen to death in just one day. Even the weak cold resistance could not offset all the frostbite in this environment.
Søren did not make a bonfire. He sat on a rock, held his curved sword with both hands, and then slowly closed his eyes!
This was the training method of a Sword Saint.
He was meditating, but he was not training his mind like a wizard. Instead, he was training his will.
The howling cold wind did not stop for a moment.
Occasionally, snowflakes would fall on Søren's body. The snow melted little by little, and then froze into ice due to the cold temperature. Søren sat on the rock without moving. His whole body looked like an ice sculpture. Only the heart in his chest was still beating slowly and steadily.
The night slowly passed.
When Søren opened his eyes the next day, his body was already covered in white frost. His whole body was bruised. When he retracted his curved sword, some of his flesh was even cut off. His hand that was in contact with the blade was already frozen. A night of meditation made his whole body stiff. The frostbite on his body had accumulated to more than 50 points, almost a third of his HP.
He slowly got up, drank some cold water, and then began to eat. He moved his body slightly.
Today, there were no monsters that didn't know what was good for them.
After moving around, Søren's skin was slightly red. He drank a bottle of healing potion and felt a warm current flowing through his body. The healing potion could not heal his wounds quickly. After a short rest, Søren continued on his journey. He was still wearing thin clothes. He walked barefooted on the ice and snow. He walked slowly along the path. Occasionally, he would meet other people. They looked at him in disbelief, as if they were looking at a madman!
The second day, the third day, the fourth day.
As time passed, Søren's body became thinner and thinner. He looked more and more tired. The frostbite on his body had accumulated to the point that his flesh started to crack. However, the light in his eyes became more and more solid, like a sharp blade buried in the ice. He slaughtered a pack of Snow Wolves, killed three Earth Spirit Bugbears, and even fought with an Ice Troll for a short time.
Søren walked less and less every day because he was really tired.
He came across a few human villages on the way, but he did not stop. He just quietly walked past them.
The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day.
Søren's lips were completely cracked. His body was full of shocking frostbite. He no longer looked as handsome as he did at the beginning. His walking posture was slightly inconvenient because he had drunk all the healing potions. The accumulated frostbite eventually dragged him into a seriously injured state. He came across a large pack of wolves. Because of the bloody smell from the frostbite, the alpha wolf bit him on the leg. The wound could not heal until now.
The Frost Kingdom was always so cold.
Søren walked barefooted in this world of ice and snow for more than a thousand miles. When a city in ice and snow appeared in front of him, he finally received the long-awaited ability prompt.
Barefooted for a thousand miles.
Although Søren was very weak at this moment, it was also his strongest moment!
Life and death were decided at this moment!
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