The dimness that passed through the tattered curtains gradually enveloped Duan Qing's vision. The dimness was no different from the gloomy sky outside, but there was an unreasonable feeling of peace of mind. The black-haired woman walking in the front also raised her hand.
He raised his hand and spread the lights ignited by the magic in the darkness: "Well... not bad."
"It seems like there were some leftovers left for us."
A messy scene then appeared in front of the brighter field of vision. Various overturned shelves and items scattered on the floor also gave this newly awakened quiet place a sense of residual feeling after the raging wind.
: "It should have been turned over by them a long time ago."
"It's natural. After all, you, the 'god envoy', were previously wanted criminals." Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was behind Duan Qing, said unceremoniously: "They won't be polite to wanted criminals. They found you.
The address is naturally very easy, so——"
"It doesn't matter, what I'm looking for is definitely not what they're looking for." She shook her head with a confident expression and put one hand on her waist. Her reply sounded lazy and casual: "That must be still there.
Inside this pile of junk."
"let's start."
Following her waving arms, the two players who were looking at each other followed each other's footsteps and entered the pace of the search. Rustling sounds and occasional heavy rummaging sounds also began to follow their rapidly unfolding search.
And rising to the left and right of this narrow tent, there were a few short exchanges between them occasionally: "It's not this, it's not this... By the way, are they here?"
"There is a possibility that it has been searched, but if the Hulun people got this information, they would not react like this."
"So the things should still be here? That sacred mountain token or something like that..."
"Nashia - ah, I'm not referring to you, please continue - she has always tended to identify herself as an ordinary Hulun tribesman, otherwise she would not have been suppressing her own power and remaining anonymous.
I will hold on until the day when a miracle happens...well."
"What, found it?"
"No, it's just that I discovered a surprising fact - there seems to be only one bed and one set of beds here."
"Isn't one set normal? Do we need two sets... eh."
"Na - no, Miss Violet, according to the memory you shared, the previous Miss Nasia chose to leave this place after being inherited by the divine messenger, right?"
The sound of rummaging paused for a moment, and Duan Qing's question finally became clear among the countless chaotic voices: "In this case, when the divine envoy stayed here, he should have left some traces of his life."
"But this place is obviously more like a single-person residence, with all kinds of daily necessities kept." He pointed to the tables, chairs, benches and clothing shelves around him, and the light in his eyes became a little brighter: "It doesn't look like there used to be
What does it look like for two people living here?"
"Did the previous Hulun tribesmen take one of the items away?" Xueling Huanbing pointed to the area around the same tent: "They obviously took away a lot of things that were originally kept here."
"I don't think so. After all, they haven't confirmed whether this is the place where the divine messenger once lived." Duan Qing replied in a low voice: "Since there are traces of the life of Nasia, who is suspected to be the successor of the divine messenger,
If none of them have been erased, then the possibility of deliberately retaining these and erasing others becomes even lower.”
"I think we currently lack some more clear evidence." Putting down the felt cloth he was still weighing, the gray-robed magician then turned his head: "Violet, are you sure that the divine envoy
Did you really live with Nasia?"
"Of course, I don't think this little girl has the ability to falsify her own memory." Violet, who nodded her forehead and controlled Nasia, replied loudly: "Unless the divine envoy is finally handed over to her.
She used her hands and feet at that moment of strength, otherwise, I am sure that she must have lived together with the angel of God in this place."
"Then the question is obvious: Does this divine envoy really exist?" Duan Qing tilted his head, and the movements of waving his fingers coincided with his turning body: "Or this divine envoy
What’s special about the way of existence?”
"What's special?" A trace of doubt flashed in Xue Ling Huanbing's eyes: "Are there any other possibilities?"
"What I say may not be authoritative enough. It would be more convincing to let Violet herself explain it."
The raised arm was frozen in mid-air, and Duan Qing turned his gaze to Naxia: "You are the person closest to Naxia, you should be able to guess what possibilities there are.
Sex?"
"Transmission of thoughts, state of spirit body - of course, there is a possibility that she herself is imaginary." Frowning her brows, Nasia's expression was as tangled as Violet's.
He got excited: "I don't believe that girl has the ability to block her own memory. Even if she does, this ability must have been passed down to her by the divine messenger, so -"
"Sure enough, there is still someone behind all this...?" He sighed and said this. Duan Qing's eyes also began to linger outside the tent door behind him: "That sacred mountain, and the Alliance of Destiny? They seem to be there.
The Hulun people have never shown up during the upheavals. Does this seem normal? Are we looking in the wrong direction again?"
"Don't make any noise? I'm 'reminiscing'." He lowered his head deeply. The beautiful eyes belonging to Nasia had also been closed tightly with this reply: "...well,
There is still no 'impression', the girl's memory only retains the events before and after accepting the responsibility of the divine envoy, and how she remained anonymous in the tribe during this period - wait a minute."
"I remember...I seem to remember..."
The muttering voice echoed in the tent amid the sudden turn of the woman's words, and as Nasia kept walking towards a corner with her eyes closed, it wandered in Duan Qing's ears: "That so-called god.
Make...the final image...in the middle of the cloak shrouded in white light? There is a brilliant gem inlaid..."
"She buried it under the grass in the tent."
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the voice belonging to Nasia, along with her suddenly dispersed energy fluctuations, kept flashing in the grassy field under Duan Qing's feet: "That thing contains huge and unknown energy? But
Nasia herself did not choose to use it? As long as its existence can be found out, then everything behind it should be——"
Boom!
A heavy bombardment accompanied by a crumbling feeling came from the distance of the settlement outside the tent. At the same time, there were vague war cries and roars from the distant horizon? Duan Qing and others who stopped discussing then opened the door curtain to feel it.
Hearing the heavy bombardment and the air waves it brought? He sighed involuntarily: "It seems -"
"The other side seems to be fighting fiercely."
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Boom!
The buzzing sound spread to both sides along with the lifted soil, and the vibration that made the earth tremble later also shook the crowd of onlookers around the entire martial arts training ground to stagger, and they hurriedly stabilized their bodies.
Then he climbed up from the flying soil and grass clippings. At the same time, he looked towards the center of the battle field: "The winner of this competition is-"
"Adventurer!"
Countless exclamations one after another echoed in the gloomy sky with this shocking sound. The scattered dust also gradually made the two blurry figures in the middle appear clearly. One of the figures then panted and held his hands.
The shield in the middle stood up and looked down at the other warrior who was lying on the ground and not moving: "Huh, huh - okay, the eighth one."
"This is the eighth opponent that the adventurers have defeated! They are already invincible!"
"No, it's impossible! Even Lunge was defeated! He is a warrior who can fight with a prairie lion with his bare hands!"
The sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami became clearer around the venue, and the sight of the onlookers piercing the back of the figure also brought many unbelievable feelings. Goldman held his hands tightly on the big shield.
Then he slowly stood up straight, and his uncontrollable rapid breathing calmed down a bit: "Can you fight with a prairie lion...?"
"We adventurers are people who are fighting life and death every day."
He suppressed the black shield in his hand, and the voice he raised with deliberate momentum also began to provoke the crowd of onlookers tribal warriors: "What kind of beast are you asking us to hunt? We can kill a hundred of them."
I’ll kill them all for you, and you want to compete with me at this level?”
"You should have almost realized it." He lowered his gaze back to the center of the circular field. On the other side of the plowed grass, Hu Mobei was still sitting upright and smiling: "It's time to send out the real
The masters competed with us, not these ordinary guys."
"You, what did you say?" Before Humobei, who was smiling endlessly, could give his answer, a warrior in the crowd roared and jumped out again: "How dare you look down on our Hulun tribe! Which battle did you fight?
You don't win by relying on shrinking tactics, you guy with no fighting dignity!"
"Let me, Hu Tingshan, teach you what glory is with the sledgehammer in my hand!"
In a few steps, he flew out of the onlookers' camp. The Hulun warrior, who was dragging a heavy sledgehammer, then stepped on the land in front of Gedman with his first foot that splashed countless soil.
The roar caused by the raised weapon, together with his loud shout again, fell on the shield raised by Gedman at the same time: "Drink!"
"drink!"
"Don't even think about leaving!"
"Hit me!"
The ferocious attacks, with deafening heavy crashing sounds again and again, pushed towards the other side of the circular martial arts field step by step. Gedman, who raised his shield to block all these attacks, felt as if
They have all been hidden behind the black shield, and they seem to have fallen into a completely weak state: "Hahahaha! Can you still hide behind that shield? The few people before couldn't break your shell, and finally
I can only be eaten alive by you, but my sledgehammer is different!"
"Lenger's last strength of sacrificing his life to attack is just commonplace here!"
Looking at the powerless shield in front of him, he staggered back step by step. He once again raised the black star-like hammer in his hand: "Not even the hardest iron under Leonard's hand can withstand me.
Let’s see how long your turtle shell can hold up after being hammered!”
"go to hell!"
The merciless hammer came down again, and the cheers of countless Hulun warriors around him collided with the shield in Gedman's hand. The big shield warrior with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
This time, instead of retreating again as before, he put both arms on the shield at the same time: "Shield block!"
Boom!
A dull crashing sound that was even worse than before suddenly rose again under the noisy sky. The shield bearing the heavy force seemed to burst into a dazzling arc of light, and the flying sparks also brought it with it.
As Gedman held the shield with both hands and swung it suddenly, he deflected the heavy hammer towards the other side where it was spinning and flying: "You don't even need any extra tests... Your attack is really
It’s too simple.”
"Shield Cyclone!"
The shield, which used all its strength to deflect the heavy hammer to one side, did not stop its movement. Instead, it turned 360 degrees forward with Gedman's deep roar, precise steps.
Then, with that heavy roar like an iron wall being swung, it instantly came to the side of the Hulun hammer hand in front of him: "This may hurt a little, but -"
"This strength is all borrowed, so I can only blame you for being too harsh."
The jaw-dropping sound of the collision flew toward the far side of the field with a splash of blood. The burly and majestic hammer hand who fell like a rag bag also flew to both sides with his hammer. With the help of these heavy
In the silence brought by the sound of falling to the ground, Goldman also hid half of his red and swollen body behind the black iron shield, and his panting voice gradually became more stable: "The ninth one - this time it's always...
Is it okay?"
"A warrior of average level is no match for me at all."
He returned his gaze to the three elders who were sitting safely on the edge of the field, and his exposed eyes also brought a sense of confidence: "You can only send out your stronger warriors, can you possibly win against a pair of elders?"
Once you win the battle, you have the possibility of winning."
"I understand." Hu Mobei, who clapped his hands and clapped, but remained calm, then gave his answer in a deep voice: "I already fully understand your strength."
"Then let us choose a few more representative warriors to fight."
He touched his chin, pretending to think, and shifted his gaze to the other two elders on the left and right.
"What do you two think?"
This chapter has been completed!