When the travelers returned to their group, Aranza realized that the biggest beneficiary of Isrian's purge of the Silent Realm was none other than the travelers.
For a traveler, there is nothing that makes her happier than the scattered bones of powerful men from the Holy Domain and the originally very rare meat.
It should be said that when the traveler appeared in front of them, Aranza was completely unaware that the person standing in front of them was the traveler they knew.
Her appearance completely surpassed Aranza's understanding of skeletons, so when calling the traveler, "she" seemed safer than "it".
At first, Aranza couldn't figure out where the pair of white wings on her back came from. It's true that travelers can attach flesh to their bodies, but there can't be ready-made white feathers in the Realm of Silence. Until
Aranza saw with her own eyes that the traveler grabbed a broken sword, decomposed it and compressed it into a small scale, and put it on the surface of the black scales on his body. Aranza was stunned and surprised to discover that at some point,
Travelers already have the ability to break down and compress objects into other items of the same substance.
Although she saw travelers using this ability many times, Aranza was horrified every time and thought that this ability was simply a miracle!
The only thing that hasn't changed is that when the night falls and Aranza raises the magic bonfire, travelers will still appear by the fire. Aranza discovered that what she likes is not the light of the flame, but the faint warmth emanating from the flame. Now
, she was able to reach her hand into the flames without any harm.
She would still occasionally look at the highest mountain in the Silent Domain, but the time she looked at it was getting longer and longer.
At this moment, the Silent Realm is even more silent than before. After the Great Purge, even low-level skeletons are rare. It often takes a long walk in the dark land to see a low-level skeleton, and it may not be complete.
So much so that Longlong doesn't need to fly very much recently. It curled up its big body and surrounded the bonfire and the people on the bonfire tray. The light of the flame fell on Longlong's green scales, and reflected the gleaming green light, sitting on it.
In such a place, it's like falling into a strange environment.
Aranza couldn't help but raise her head and glance at the traveler opposite.
Her appearance has changed a little bit. In fact, these days, Aranza can only see travelers when they set up a bonfire at night. During the day, she is basically busy collecting trophies and transforming them into what she needs.
shape. At this moment, her body was covered with a set of black scales that did not reveal any skin. Tens of millions of tiny scales outlined her golden-proportion figure. Every time she saw the traveler, Aranza had a faint look on her body.
It felt like blood was gushing out. Of course, Aranza didn't know whether it was the original skeleton, dead flesh, or something else under her full-body armor, because her head was also wrapped tightly in a helmet, and the back half of the helmet was smooth.
The scale structure of the helmet seems to be to contrast the curves of the full body armor, but the front half of the helmet is buckled with an extremely ferocious-looking mask.
The mask looked like an animal head, with carefully carved fangs protruding from the surface of the mask in an orderly manner, giving people a undoubtedly ferocious feeling. But after Aranza carefully observed the mask, she was surprised to find that the mask had
The idea actually came from Carew’s animal head.
Whether it's the black-based full-body armor or the ferocious mask, in Aranza's opinion, these are the unique hobbies of undead creatures. But on the traveler's back, there is a pair of white wings flapping slightly in the air.
With the two contrasting and repelling each other, the mixed feelings impacted Aranza's senses, making him full of curiosity about the traveler in front of him.
The traveler's weapon changed again, and she seemed to like the sickle more. At this time, a huge jet black sickle was quietly leaning on the traveler's side. This sickle was made from the fusion of many weapons.
, the weapons in the Silent Realm all have one thing in common, that is, after being nurtured by the weather of time or the hands of the undead for a long time, negative forces will be born inside the weapons. These negative forces are fused together, so that the sickle is made
The surface is incredibly dark, and the patterns on its body can barely be seen with the naked eye. In fact, if the light of the bonfire hadn't illuminated it and thrown it randomly on the black soil of the Silent Domain, no one would have been able to detect its existence with sight.
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Moreover, when Aranza's attention moved to the scythe unconsciously, she seemed to be able to hear the painful howl coming from it.
"Well, it's a really good weapon."
Aranza thought for a while and finally decided to break the silence. He was now certain that the traveler understood him. This was what Aranza was surprised to discover after the traveler's strange changes. She seemed to be changing all the time.
During the evolution, new abilities will be unlocked at some point. For example, now, travelers can not only hear the common language of the Thorn Continent, but also talk to Aranza in this language. However, she does not like to speak, Aranza
I once had a brief conversation with her, but in the end the other person said, "I like silence," interrupting Aranza's desire to learn more about the traveler.
Sure enough, at this moment, after hearing Aranza's words, the traveler just raised his ferocious helmet, his eyes passed through the two points of darkness on the helmet, and fell slightly on Aranza. She nodded. Then her eyes returned to the jumping flames.
, as if there is some wonderful story being performed there.
The indifferent reaction made Alantha feel bored, but he did not dare to entangle the traveler too much. The reason... Alantha had already vaguely felt that the traveler's current strength might be superior to him, which meant that Alantha had to be more careful.
You can never handle your relationship with travelers as casually as before.
This kind of vigilance is not unreasonable. After all, so far, Aranza still doesn’t understand the travelers. In other words, so far, Aranza knows less and less about the travelers. It’s not that he doesn’t try to understand them, but that he doesn’t understand them.
It was the opponent's expansion speed that exceeded Aranza's thinking speed.
"All right!"
For some reason, Aranza seemed particularly impatient tonight. He suddenly shouted something loudly, and both Longlong and Karu were startled by him. Aranza stood up, and the red boots of the Silence suit set off a black patch on the ground.
The sand hits the travelers' feet without any attack.
The traveler raised his head towards Aranza again, with no trace of happiness or anger behind his ferocious mask.
Aranza raised her eyebrows and said, "Well, how about we talk about it?!"
"What do you want to say?"
The traveler finally spoke.
Her voice was as clear as the sound of nature, as subtle as a stream flowing through, and as crisp as raindrops falling from the treetops. They floated into Aranza's ears softly and clearly, rippling slightly in front of her eardrums. So much so that,
At this moment, Aranza's expression fell into a dull state and she forgot what to say.
Aranza couldn't imagine at first that the owner of this voice was probably a withered skeleton hiding under the armor.
It took him a while to react, so he coughed deliberately to cover up his embarrassment. Aranza sat back on the mound next to the campfire, but her eyes were biting the mask on the traveler's helmet, and said: "Well
,First of all, you should let us know what your identity is?!"
This question is indeed worth asking, and even the sleepy Long Long couldn't help but raise his huge faucet head, waiting for the answer with satisfaction and expectation.
However, the sound of the trickling stream echoed with confusion, and she said: "I don't know either."
Aranza's face darkened instantly.
"You don't believe me?
Seeing the change in Aranza's expression, the traveler asked bluntly.
Aranza shook her head and said, "No, on the contrary, I believe you."
"Um?"
The traveler's voice was full of doubts and curiosity, and she seemed unable to understand the difference in Aranza's expression and language.
Seeing this, Aranza could only smile bitterly and explained: "Well, if you know what you are, even if you don't tell us, you can predict what will happen in the future... But if you, even yourself, don't know,
The unknown is the scariest thing.”
"The unknown...is the scariest thing?"
The traveler recited Aranza's words easily and silently. Her voice was still so soft and clear, and her sitting posture also tended to be that of a woman - her hands were flat on her knees, and her legs were slightly close together. However, under the light of the flames,
The ferocious armor combined with the contrasting effect of movements and words still made it impossible for Aranza to look directly at him.
Aranza smiled bitterly, spread her hands and said, "Well, we have to figure out your identity as soon as possible."
The traveler looked at Aranza and nodded.
"By the way," Aranza suddenly remembered something and asked again. In fact, he just didn't want to miss the opportunity to communicate with the travelers, "do you know your name?"
As a result, the traveler shook her head again, but her next words made Aranza feel more at ease. She said: "I don't know yet. I won't awaken my first true name until I enter the holy realm level."
Aranza nodded, but asked as if on the sidelines: "Well, what level is your current strength?"
The traveler's voice overcame her previous confusion at this moment, and she said: "There is still one step left before we reach the Holy Land."
These words immediately shattered Aranza’s confidence!
The young man began to lament endlessly in his heart, why are the people around him so perverted! Not to mention that Karu suddenly entered the sanctuary, even a low-level skeleton occasionally picked up by the roadside, Aranza could have fought one against a hundred.
Not long after thinking about it, the opponent was actually only one step away from the sanctuary. In other words, he was one step ahead of Alanza who was still two or three steps away from the sanctuary.
Aranza sighed, but didn't want to say anything else. She took out a large piece of dried meat from the Treasury Ring and began to bite into it as if to vent her anger.
He didn't speak, and the traveler naturally didn't take the initiative to speak. Her eyes only stayed on Aranza for a moment, and then turned to the dark distance.