He made rules for the followers of Hephaestus, which are targeted rules, and such rules should be invalid.

But I didn\'t expect that the poet really couldn\'t move, which proved that his targeted rules came into effect.

The poet can\'t move, but the guards behind him can still move. Unfortunately, the highest of these guards is only level two.

The poet never thought of using guards to subdue sheltai. As long as sheltai made a rule that he could only fight one-on-one, many guards would die.

The second-order believers had no power to fight back in front of sheltai. They couldn\'t even see sheltai\'s body. In a twinkling of an eye, they died in sheltai\'s hands.

Sheltai stood in front of the poet and patted the poet on the cheek.

The poet was still calm: "you can kill them or me, but you can\'t leave here."

"Really?" sheltai took off a guard\'s clothes, changed them on himself, pushed the poet in the wheelchair and slowly came to the corridor.

There were nailed walls and pits in the corridor, acid slurry falling from the ceiling, and flames from the floor.

As long as sheltai takes the wrong step, these traps will be triggered by the chain.

But tonight, sheltai took more than a dozen wrong steps, and all the traps didn\'t move.

His rules can actually take effect on the trap. There is no doubt that he has become a sixth order believer.

The poet asked, "when did you finish the advanced stage?"

Sheltai sneered, "why should I answer your question?"

"Just curious. I\'m dying anyway."

"You won\'t die so soon, but I don\'t want to hide anything. I finished the advanced three days ago."

"Then why didn\'t you run away earlier? Why did you have to wait until I came?"

"Without you, I might be able to leave this stronghold, but I can\'t leave the seven star mountain."

The poet smiled and said, "as long as I get out of the cottage gate, I will shout loudly. Unless you kill me, even if I die, I won\'t let you hold me."

"What a hard bone, we\'ll see!"

Out of the gate of the stronghold, he saw a team of patrol soldiers from a distance. The poet was about to shout. Suddenly, he heard sertai say, "tonight, the believers of hehuaistos who can\'t move must listen to me."

With that, sheltai made a sealing action, and the poet\'s mouth was like being sewn. The two lips stuck together and could only make a few dull grunts.

In this way, sheltai pushed the poet and walked smoothly on the road in the mountains. No one paid attention to the guards pushing wheelchairs. The soldiers only saluted the poet. Even if they didn\'t know the poet, they also knew the family emblem on his chest. This family emblem means the highest status and status.

The poet\'s eyes were bloodshot. As long as he could move his body a little, he even killed himself immediately.

Don\'t worry, there will be a chance. The best chance is when sheltai\'s rules expire.

But who could have thought that the poet could not feel the slightest loosening of the rules when he walked to the gate of seven star mountain.

Sheltai\'s rules have been extended, or his rules are no longer limited by time.

After leaving the Seven Star Mountain, sheltai called a carriage for the poet as an attendant. The poet was carried into the carriage by him and followed him all the way to the East.

From late at night to dawn, sheltai lifted some rules. The poet could speak, but his body could not move.

He wanted to break up sheltai, but he knew he didn\'t have this strength. He wanted to try to find sheltai\'s weakness, so he asked, "we are far from the seven star mountain. Why don\'t you kill me?"

"Do you want to die so much?" said sheltay, driving the carriage. "I heard that Manda\'s men are afraid of death. Why are you a special case?"

The poet smiled and said, "in fact, I\'m also afraid of death. What I want to say is that if I\'m useless, I hope you can let me go."

Sheltai shook his head and said, "don\'t underestimate yourself. You are still very useful. I have to pass through many villages and towns, parrot city and brittle stone valley. I can\'t go back to my land without your help."

"When you return to your land, can we get together and disperse?"

Sheltai smiled: "this is the real fear of death. According to the usual practice, I should give you some encouragement. I should tell you that as long as you get out of the brittle rock valley, I will let you go, so you will find less trouble,

But you are so smart that I don\'t have to do such boring tricks. To tell you the truth, when I was imprisoned in that mountain stronghold, when you treated me like a prisoner, when I was helpless in the face of your humiliation and contempt, I secretly vowed that when one day I can regain my freedom, I will redouble everything,

You have seen your destiny. I won\'t let you live well or die happily. You still have a lot to suffer. "

Two days later, the carriage came to a newly built post station. As a poet, sheltai took dry food and changed horses. The soldiers in the post station saw the poet\'s family emblem and didn\'t dare to ask more.

On the fifth day, an army came up. Amid the noise of horse hoofs, he heard Manda calling the lion girl.

His voice was very urgent. It seemed that there was something very important. It seemed that he had heard the news of sheltai\'s escape.

Lion girl\'s voice is a little careless, and only she dares to treat Manda with such an attitude.

And Pluto, and Toka

Manda is going back to seven star mountain. The fence should be repaired.

My family

My family is so close to me, but I can\'t see them.

The poet sat in the carriage, his tears wet his clothes, but he couldn\'t cry. His lips were still stuck together, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton.

When Manda\'s voice faded away, the desperate poet gave up all his thoughts and just wanted to find a chance to end his life.

This opportunity finally came.

Every night before going to bed, sheltai always made a rule: "the believers of Hephaestus must sleep with me."

There is a loophole in this rule. He only stipulates to sleep at the same time, but does not stipulate that he should wake up at the same time as himself.

Sheltai is very smart. He only sleeps a little every night. When the poet wakes up, they are already on the road.

After more than ten days, he was about to walk to parrot city. Sheltai seemed too tired. This time, he slept a little more, and the poet woke up in front of him.

While sheltai was sleeping, the rules seemed to be loose, and the poet could barely move his fingers.

It\'s impossible to kill sheltai just because of this looseness. He knows how big the gap between level 4 and level 6 is, and he also knows that his physical condition is not suitable for fighting.

He was ready to summon fire and burn himself.

Every outlet in the Southwest has checkpoints. Without his own cover, sheltai can\'t escape. The poet is satisfied to die with him.

Before he died, he silently recited the name of the God of fire in his heart and sent himself on his last journey with a poem praising the God of fire.

The great Hephaestus, tolerant, you never complain about the injustice of fate, and your incomplete body can\'t stop your faith. You forge a hero in the flame for the world with exquisite skills. I am your child and your blood. I am willing to run to your arms and serve the light in the flame with my flesh and blood

This poem is a little long. When the poet finished reading the last sentence and was ready to attack himself, a beggar suddenly appeared in front of the carriage.

"Can you give me some water to drink?" the beggar woke up sheltai, the power of rules was restored, and the poet missed the opportunity to commit suicide.

The poet was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. This damn beggar came at a bad time!

Sheltai opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the beggar and handed him the water bag.

The beggar took the water bag, took a sip, smacked his lips and said, "it\'s too light. There\'s no taste at all."

Strange, the beggar\'s voice is a little familiar.

Sheltai frowned and said, "what can water taste? Do you still want to drink?"

The beggar said with a smile, "I really want to drink some wine. Do you have any?"

Sheltai\'s sword eyebrow stood and whispered, "do you want to die?"

The beggar laughed and said, "you\'ll die if you beg for wine. You\'re really stingy. I\'m a generous man. I have wine here. Do you want to drink some?"

The voice fell, and a thick mist of wine came to my face.

The pungent smell of wine made sheltai dizzy. He looked at the beggar in amazement: "who are you?"

The beggar said with a smile, "you don\'t have to know who I am. The man in the carriage belongs to me and the things that belong to me must be given to me. Do you understand?"