When they reached the entrance of the woods, the last fast horse was too tired to move another step.
Aranza patted the horse's back with satisfaction, then turned over and dismounted. He did not enter the woods immediately, but dug a small hole on the spot and lit a convenient magic bonfire block. He walked quickly for several hours in the cold wind of late winter, even though
Already at the peak level of a senior warrior, Aranza still feels overwhelmed and needs to warm up to recover from her stiff body. If not for the special configuration of the three horses Aranza rides, which all have the blood of ice attribute monsters flowing in their bodies, the number of ordinary horses would be
No amount of effort can get Aranza here.
Aranza no longer had the initial eagerness and anxiety. He even took the time to roast a piece of dried meat and eat it slowly. He couldn't say why. Maybe he understood that the speed at which he got here didn't mean much.
Perhaps it was because he didn't have to face Hancock after leaving the city lord's mansion.
Not long after, the night showed a little light that only appeared in the early morning, and the vision became a little clearer.
Aranza then stood up and walked into the woods.
The real destination is outside the artificial forest that Aranza ordered Miloc to arrange. This circular artificial forest is not as peaceful as it looks. Although Miloc is big enough, he is quite thoughtful. He specially designed it.
There is only one route that can pass through the artificial forest. The other routes are only used to confuse people who enter the woods by mistake, and the wrong routes are full of various mechanisms designed to be fatal.
The selection of trees in the artificial forest is also special. It is a poisonous wood transplanted from deep underground. Its appearance looks like an ordinary tree. If it is forcibly broken, a powerful poison will be emitted from the inside of the tree.
The poison is so strong that it can kill anyone with a normal constitution after just one inhalation. Therefore, it is impossible to forcibly open the way. Moreover, a forbidden air magic has been placed over the artificial forest. Unless a person is strong in the sanctuary, it will be difficult for others to cross this artificial forest from the air.
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Of course, arranging the woods to be full of dangers and then prohibiting idlers from entering in the name of danger is a common method used by some forces to protect secrets.
Aranza was looking at the map in her hand while groping for a walk in the artificial forest. It must be said that Mirok's design was indeed exquisite. Even though she had the map with the correct route in her hand, Aranza still accidentally took a wrong step and fell into the designed trap.
In the middle, there is a three-meter-deep circular pit. The bottom of the pit is covered with sword thorns, and the inside of the pit is oiled with high-grade poison. It can be said that there are few dead ends. Just in case, the methods for cracking various traps are marked on the map.
, Aranza took this opportunity to escape and return to the correct path.
Even so, it took Aranza a full hour to get out of the artificial forest.
"Well, this guy Milok has such a great talent. It would be a waste if he didn't change his career to become an architect."
When walking out of the artificial forest, Aranza couldn't help but mutter to himself, but his tone was extremely satisfied. He looked around. The artificial forest formed a ring, surrounding the woods that really belonged to the "backside of the world", with a short distance between them.
Milok did not intend to let go of the gap that was more than ten meters wide. Large magic circles were carved on the land without any vegetation or trees, which was the source of the artificial forest forbidden area.
After that, there is the forest hidden behind the world.
The trees in this forest have completely turned into an ink-like black with no visible lines. At this time, it may no longer be called a forest, and it is more appropriate to simply use the word "black" to describe it. In addition to the continuous black, Aranza
I really didn't find anything else.
He took a deep breath and stepped towards the black. The other party seemed to have sensed it for a long time. It was only now that the black grass and the black land could be vaguely distinguished, because the grass moved strangely to both sides, making way for Aranza to make way for a black forest.
Trail.
Aranza frowned unconsciously. He did see the grass making way for him, but he did not see where the road was. The front was still dark. But when he stepped into it, Aranza understood what he was worried about.
It's redundant, black is still black, but Aranza knows. He is now in another dimension.
He turned his head and looked back, and sure enough, the scenery behind him had long since disappeared, and was a boundless black.
And when he turned his head, there was an additional figure in front of him - the embodiment of "the back side of the world".
It still chose the image of a woman without clothes, with perfect proportions and an evil aura. Although the face has no expression, it is filled with an inextricable sadness. It is the backside of the world, and sadness is its main theme.
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"Ha ha!"
Aranza laughed. When he first entered here, his mood was extremely low, and he didn't even have the intention to observe this very attractive woman. But this time, the visualized form of the world on the back made Aranza feel a throbbing feeling.
He had to cover up his embarrassment with a joke: "Well, is this image your hobby?"
"It's what you like."
The answer from the back of the world left Aranza speechless. However, it was precisely because of the distant and ethereal voice that Aranza knew that the woman floating above him was not real.
But because of this thought, an evil thought immediately arose in Aranza's heart.
Aranza looked up at the concretization of the back of the world. The bottom-up perspective gave him an unobstructed view. The corner of his mouth curled up in an inexplicable arc and he said, "Well, come down."
The materialization actually showed the emotions behind the world very well, and a trace of doubt flashed across the flawless face. Despite this, it still obeyed the order and slowly landed in front of Aranza.
Aranza grabbed the embodied shoulder with his hand, and it turned out to be really fleshy. He couldn't help but admired: "Well, it is actually a real thing. I thought it was just a shadow."
"This is me, Duwa."
The back of the world opened its mouth to answer, but the distant tone seemed not to come from the mouth, but from the surrounding void.
"Well, you're welcome then!"
What happened next was beyond imagination.
Aranza stepped forward with her right foot, got stuck behind her embodied feet, and pushed her arms forward at the same time, tripping this fair body to the ground!
Then, he stopped moving, as if waiting for the attitude of the back side of the world. Until he confirmed that there was nothing abnormal, he let out an evil laugh, took off his armor slowly, and slowly leaned against the body of the back side of the world.
It's a **.
"Duwa, is this why you're here?"
The back of the world lay underneath Aranza. It seemed to be struggling to move its body, but it brought Aranza even more intense pleasure. Obviously, it did not object to Aranza's behavior.
"Well, of course not, it's just a proper interlude, what do you think?"
"uh-huh."
Just like a real woman.
The wildness in Aranza's heart was finally fully aroused, and together with the gloom that had accumulated in her heart, they seemed to have found an outlet and poured madly into the perfect body that was the image of the world behind them.
In this space dedicated to the back of the world, it has complete control over time. It can infinitely increase the ratio of time here to the time of the Thorns Continent until Aranza is satisfied and exhausted.
But he didn't expect that Aranza had already planned to vent completely. Like a hungry beggar who touches food and eats crazily for fear that he won't be able to eat it next time, he has no intention of stopping. Even if he stops occasionally, it is only for a short time.
After resting, before the other side of the world could say anything, the war began again.
When Aranza finally lay contentedly in the pitch-black void, the back side of the world seemed to have lost its strength. It didn't say a word for a long time, and even its embodiment had a weak air, lying lazily on top of Aranza.
Sa's chest.
Feeling that her exhausted strength was somewhat restored, Aranza asked: "How many days?"
"Are you asking about the time here or the time in Thorn Continent?"
The limitation on the back of the world still lay on Aranza's chest, maintaining an ambiguous position. It did not wait for Aranza to answer, but continued: "Seven days have passed here, but only ten minutes have passed in the Continent of Thorns."
"What is this?!"
Aranza smiled bitterly and said, "Should I think I'm durable enough, or should I think I'm too fast?"
"I feel your depression, Duwa."
The Back of the World replied: "You need to vent them completely crazily. You did, but after returning to the Continent of Thorns, you still have to continue them without delay."
Aranza was silent, and the haze of catharsis was growing crazily in his heart again. His current feeling was like a bird that took off and thought it was going to fly freely, but the next moment it fell to the ground - it turned out that it was not flying, but a long-lasting flight.
Some jumping.
"Don't mind this."
The back side of the world seemed to guess his thoughts and comforted him, saying: "Duwa, your destiny has made you destined to be less than a mortal. In you, good and evil will go hand in hand, and hope and despair will equally share your will.
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After the words fell, there was silence again. Aranza stretched out her hand and stroked the long hair that was like flowing water on the back of the world, as if she was confirming whether "she" existed.
After a long time, Aranza asked: "Well, why me."
"It's not fate that chooses you, but you choose fate. Duwa, you are the person of prophecy. This title has not only one meaning. You may be the person in the prophecy, or you may be the person who decides the prophecy... And
Neither I nor the gods know the true meaning of this title... The only one who understands it is you."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"uh-huh."
A girl's chuckle came from the back of the world, saying: "I am already your woman, aren't I?"
"Well, don't be ridiculous!"
Aranza gritted her teeth and interrupted "her". His will had already withdrawn from the crazy wildness, and he was struggling in the haze, saying: "Every time you give me information, it is always difficult for me to digest. Oh, I almost forgot that I came here.
What exactly are you going to do? I want to ask you something."
"uh-huh."
This kind of sound came out from the back of the world again, which actually made Aranza feel a little crazy. Its image in Aranza's heart completely changed into a woman, and a woman in joy.
Aranza finally suppressed the emotions in her heart before she said, "Well, I want to ask you about a person, no, it may be a god."