Lord of the Mysteries

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Hearing Hanged Man ’s words, Klein suddenly chuckled. With a bad hunch, he did n’t go to the persona, put down the lantern, took out 2 pieces of note paper from his pocket, crumpled them, and stuffed them into left and right. Inside the ear.

See Gehrman Sparrow did not ask, just do it directly, Argel unable to bear relaxed, it is really worry-free and trouble-free to cooperate with experienced guys in my heart, even if there are crazy titled adventurers, I can listen to reasonable words and know what What to do and not to do.

He was about to throw a dead mouse with some temperature in his hand to the Hallucinatory Wind Bell Tree, to attract the other to capture, and suddenly saw the shrub weeds next to it, and drilled a yellow-skinned tiger.

In the beautiful wind bell of ding dong, the tiger step by step walked towards the strange tree in front. It behaved normally, his eyes were dull, and there was an indescribable sense of evil.

When Argel saw it, he lowered his arm and gave up the attempt to throw out the dead mouse. He endured a severe headache and calmly looked at the yellow-skinned tiger in a more and more loud and melodious voice. Go to the front of the Hallucinatory Wind Bell Tree.

He squatted down, raised his right paw, popped sharp nails, and scratched his neck.

The blood gurgled out, and the tiger seemed to lose its pain, and continued to pull its claws to make the wound deeper and longer. Then, it began to peel off its fur a little, revealing a bloody “naked” body.

The wind bells gradually subsided, and the branches suddenly came alive and spread to the bottom. One root was plunged into the body that the tiger lost its fur protection and could not bear to look directly at the body.

Argel, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately pulled out the short blade of his waist, opened his mouth, and hoarsely sang:

“Impression, impulse, impulse,

“The sea, the gray and cold rocks!

“Impression, impulse, impulse,

“The sea, cracking at the foot of the rock!” (Note 1)

His singing is rough and bold, but it is no longer tuned up completely, completely contrary to the normal cognition of human race and living creature, and comes with a noise-like metallic feel of rumbling sound, full of annoying and disgusting people The power of headaches.

The branch of the Hallucinatory Wind Bell Tree trembled at the same time, and it was simultaneously receded back, seemingly curled up, and the wonderful ringing sounds slightly tinted the terrifying noise.

Although Klein next to Argel blocked his ears with paper balls and took the initiative to converge spirituality, the blood vessels in his forehead violently jumped at this moment, and the urge to kill the singer wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

Moreover, his mind felt torn, and the muscles and blood vessels under his skin squirmed slightly on his own.

If someone sings for money, Mister Hanged Man sings for death! Klein used Tucao to fight against his inner temper.

“Impression! Impulse! Impulse!”

Argel’s burst of every word gradually moved closer to the sound of the waves hitting the reef, and silver lightning flashed down, like a burst of applause.

The silver and white lights up one after another, and they succumbed to the surface of the Hallucinatory Wind Bell Tree. The strange trees couldn’t help but tremble, and the swaying and chaotic of its branches made it difficult to make a sound hypnotic sound.

Argel seized the opportunity, dropped the dead mouse and extended the short blade in his hand.

The whining wind rang, one after another invisible sharp blade whiz whiz whiz ran past and cut on the branch closest to the trunk at the top of Hallucinatory Wind Bell Tree.

Crack !

The fist sized, colorless translucent fruit fell straight, was picked up by a strong wind, and flew into the palm of Argel, the tree covered with eye-like cracks solidified, and the remaining branches hung down at the same time, lost vitality.

Sure enough, as long as the correct information is collected and mastered in advance, the relatively low extraordinary wisdom plants are better than animals of the same level … Argel took out the prepared metal canister and collected the fruits of the Hallucinatory Wind Bell Tree.

Then he turned his head sideways and looked towards Gehrman Sparrow:

“We continue…”

His words suddenly broke, and the phrase “forward” disappeared into his throat.

At this moment, he saw Gehrman Sparrow’s cold face slightly twisted, his brown pupil-like eyes slightly reddish, and he seemed to explode at any time, at any time to himself.

Argel’s spirit is tight, slowly took a deep breath, adding the words to the complete:

“We continue to move forward.”

“Let’s go.” Gehrman Sparrow responded dumbly, first bypassing the Hallucinatory Wind Bell Tree that had entered the withered state, and walked deep into the Black Forest.

He didn’t get material rich in spirituality, such as bark and branches, because there will definitely be a lot of extraordinary creatures in the future, and he does not have the so-called storage Divine Item, of course, to reserve space for more valuable harvest.

Besides, too much stuff is too heavy, which is obviously not conducive to Clown’s agility.

It ’s a pity that it ’s all lifeless material, without your own blood, you ca n’t enter the “Grossel’s Travel Notes” … but you can use Secret Puppet to bring them in, but this is very troublesome and not conducive to subsequent exploration … Klein side Silently sighing, while calming his emotions, he got rid of the remnant influence of Hanged Man’s singing.

This is the most unpleasant and exciting song he has ever heard in his life!

If Hanged Man continued for another two minutes, he could not guarantee that he could still control the urge to beat the opponent.

Blocking the ears and concentrating spirituality with paper balls can only attenuate the impact and cannot be truly isolated … Even the deaf can also hear it, which includes “communication” at the spirituality level … This should be Ocean Singer ’s best The ability to defend hardly, plus the “lightning strike” that can’t be avoided once it appears, can only be avoided in advance, this Sequence Five is also quite strong … However, why does Mister Hanged Man’s singing feel like that of elf singer Shatas It’s completely different … Klein had some doubts while summarizing and analyzing the experience just now.

At this time, Argel, who was walking next to him with the horse lantern, was also unable to bear to consider a question:

“Even Gehrman Sparrow can’t endure my singing for a long time, how should I play ‘Ocean Singer’ …”

In the silent atmosphere, the two quickly moved forward among the thick trees covered with snake scales, and approached the ancient Vestige.

With Mariner on the side, Klein saved the dowsing rod’s energy in finding the way, and was attentively alerting for possible sudden attacks around him.

In a dark and silent environment with a feeling of horror, the two people did not know how long they had traveled, and found that the trees in the Black Forest began to gradually thin out regularly.

This is different from the situation when they met the half God-level winged snake before. There is a sparse tree, which is very abrupt. It is progressive here, giving people the illusion of leaving the Black Forest.

“Through this area, you are on the edge of Ancient Vestige.” Argel broke the silence and said.

He is paused, adding like a random:

“According to my experience, the closer to there, the more dangerous it is. The traces of the half God-level extraordinary creature that I found before were all found in this neighborhood. However, it is very strange that the edge of Ancient Vestige has no extraordinary creature activity at all. Under the clue, as far as it goes, I do n’t understood. “

This high probability is that there is a more terrifying existence in Ancient Vestige, and that area is its “territory”, so other living creatures dare not come close … Klein muttered.

He had a hunch about the danger of this exploration. He also did the corresponding divination in the above the above, and the revelation was that there were twists and turns, there were problems, but the safe departure may not be small.

After Hanged Man finished speaking, Klein chuckled:

“You should be able to know what my guess is.”

He didn’t say much, and entered the sparsely populated areas of trees.

Argel walked beside him silently, and increasingly believed that his judgment of Gehrman Sparrow was correct:

Calm and crazy!

Moving forward dozens of meters, they suddenly saw a pair of dim-blue eyes at the end of the lights of light.

It was a black dragonfly on a branch of a tree. Its hair was naturally rolled up, and the head of the head came out with another black crystal. These crystals grew upwards and irregularly clustered into strange crowns.

As soon as he saw the black baboon, Klein and Argel had the urge to lower their heads at the same time. They didn’t seem to dare to look directly at each other, only that it was the ruler of this forest and their own lord.

Lord … Argel relied on the severe headache brought by the “Spirit Whip” ring to get rid of the impact, and hurried to the left, trying to give way to the front, leaving this extraordinary creature of unknown species to Gehrman Sparrow.

This is their previous agreement.

However, he obviously went to the left and finally walked forward, and his legs limped, and suddenly he needed a cane.

Subconsciously, Argel drew out his short blade and let a sharp blade of wind whiz whiz whiz ran towards the black hairy baboon.

At this time, the baboon grinned and smiled.

The air blade in the air suddenly changes direction, or it is biased to the left, or to the right, or to float upwards, or to sink, perfect without avoiding the target.

Klein saw this scene and gave up the plan to approach it in the normal way. The left palm gloves became transparent and the body became invisible.

Argel stopped the action of stress and saw the silhouette of Gehrman Sparrow wearing a half-high silk top hat suddenly appearing behind the black hairy baboon, the distance between the two sides was less than 5 meters.

Immediately afterwards, the black hairy baboon was suddenly stiff, as if he had lost most of his control. He even raised his palm hard, digging into his eyes and trying to twist something.

And Gehrman Sparrow had slugged it, lifted the iron black revolver held by the right hand, and aimed it at the head with a deep, dark muzzle.

Then, the crazy adventurer pulled the trigger with no expression.

Note 1: Excerpt from Tennyson’s “Impression, Impulse, Impulse”