nucmednet Chapter 208 A new journey
Chapter 208 A new journey
When Leon woke up from his original body, he felt a clarity and reality he had never felt before.
His body, that once familiar feeling, was now back in his control.
However, at the same time, Victor also has full control over his body, but the situation is not optimistic.
The moment Victor regained control of his body, he fell backwards like a sculpture.
He was horrified to find that only his mouth and eyes could move. The feeling of being out of control made him panic immediately.
"You and Leon, did you do something to me? Why can't I even control my own body?"
Victor's voice was filled with panic and anxiety.
"Wait! I can feel my strength draining away. What did you do?!"
His shouts echoed in the empty arena, but seemed to receive no response.
As Victor continued to shout, the servant's hands moved alternately, sometimes clenching in the air, and sometimes pushing towards Leon's body as if doing Tai Chi.
It was as if there was an invisible channel in the dark, continuously drawing out Victor's abilities, which were constantly increasing due to the powerful values of the Mount and Blade panel, and transmitting them to Leon's body.
Lyon could feel the powerful force returning to his body, but the arrival of this power did not bring him much joy.
On the contrary, his heart was filled with doubt and anger, and he asked with a gloomy face:
"This power to control the life and death of others, am I just a plaything in your eyes? What you said about the Dragon Lord, sitting on an equal footing, sitting at the poker table, etc., seems to be just a joke, right?"
Leon's question went straight to the point, and there was a sense of betrayal in his voice.
He began to wonder if all this was just a game arranged by the gods or higher beings, and he was just a pawn in it.
Hearing Leon's question, the servant just smiled slightly, and his smile carried an unfathomable meaning:
“You know too much. Sometimes knowing too much is also a kind of trouble.”
The servant's words seemed to imply that the truth of this world was far more complicated than Leon knew, and the more he knew, the deeper the trouble he might fall into.
Leon was silent, his eyes flickering with thought.
The servant's voice echoed in Leon's ears, and his words revealed an elusive meaning:
"But don't worry, my Lord has no ill will towards you. Even if you have ill will towards my Lord now, the Lord doesn't care."
This sentence seemed to comfort Leon, but also seemed to imply some deeper intention.
With a wave of the servant's hand, the shadow of the giant python summoned by the blood scorpion just now appeared again.
But this time, it did not appear out of thin air, but broke out of the ground from a very distant place, bringing with it a shocking power.
It was like an ancient tree that continued to grow upwards. It placed its incredibly huge snake head in front of Leon and opened its mouth to spit out a poisonous mist.
When the poisonous fog slowly dissipated, a portal appeared in front of Leon.
This door emits a faint light, as if connecting to another world, the starting point of another destiny.
During this time, Victor recovered his strength with a resentful look on his face. After getting up from the ground, he immediately gave the servant a vicious look.
That look was full of anger and unwillingness, as if silently accusing the servant of everything he had done.
Then, without saying anything, he took the lead and walked into the portal back to Westeros.
Victor was in great pain when the servants extracted the power from his body.
The physical pain was still bearable for him, but the mental pain was particularly profound.
Especially when he briefly experienced Leon's extraordinary invincible power, and then watched this power slip away from him, this feeling of gaining and losing made him feel extremely tormented.
Leon stood quietly by and watched Victor disappear into the portal.
There was not much ripples in his heart, because he knew that everyone's fate was inevitable.
He turned to look at the servant, his eyes full of inquiry and exploration.
“Now, where do I go from here?”
Leon asked, his voice calm, but in his heart he was thinking about every next step.
He knew that no matter what road lay ahead, he would face it with his own strength and wisdom.
The servant smiled slightly, seeming satisfied with Leon's calmness.
“Follow your heart and go wherever you want to go. The will of our Lord is not to bind, but to guide.”
The servant's answer was full of philosophy, as if telling Leon that true power comes from inner choice and persistence.
Leon nodded, he already had the answer in his mind.
He will embark on a brand new journey to explore the unknown world and realize his true will.
And it all started the moment he stepped into that portal.
……
When Leon opened his eyes again, he was still immersed in the feeling of being in another world as if he had just passed through the portal, as if everything had become so strange.
At this moment, a burst of overwhelming shouting and killing suddenly came, making him feel a little dazed. He calmed himself down and tried to wake himself up, then began to look around.
He was wearing a grey coarse linen shirt, and beside him was a group of caravan guards, guarding several horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods.
These guards, armed with weapons, huddled together tightly, forming a stark contrast to the countless enemies outside.
And those enemies, wearing all kinds of tattered armor, looked like a group of evil spirits from hell.
But Leon recognized the true faces of these seemingly fierce people at a glance: cruel people!
The so-called cripples are criminals who emerged during the war.
They were originally civilians who were conscripted into the army, but later fled the battlefield and chose to make a living by looting.
In Westeros, disabled people are usually regarded as soldiers who have deserted their posts without permission from their lord or superiors, evading their "obligations".
For such behavior, most lords would take severe punishment measures, such as sentencing to military imprisonment or direct hanging.
In the North, Lyon seldom or never saw such a large-scale army of cripples. Or, ever since Lyon became the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, any bandit groups of a certain size were taken to the Wall in batches to repair the wall.
Especially the bright and warm sunshine and the climate that was completely different from that in the North made Lyon subconsciously feel that he was not in the North.
But it is still on the continent of Westeros, but no one knows which territory it is in.