Be sure to keep walking close to the forest.
They were indeed in the forest now.
The wet Niese followed the wet Keqier in fear.
Unlike Yi Cha, after getting along with him, he found that Ke Qier could not bring him a sense of security that "things are moving in a good direction."
The angel naturally chatted with the forest, making it laugh, and at the same time kept moving forward, looking unrealistically lively.
It wasn't even a bit like his usual self.
He didn't make any pause at all, occasionally taking the lead to jump off the dark rocks, stepping over the crimson undercurrent, or bending smoothly to avoid the horizontal branches - there were a row of vines on the necks, and the bones were deformed. The shriveled heads of maggots protrude from the ground.
Ke Qier seemed to have completely ignored everything around him.
"Can you tell us the origin of the Island Century again?" As soon as the conversation stopped, Ke Qier started it again.
"I thought these were required courses for you."
The Alexander Hanged Ghost rustled, and seemed to be quite useful, "Besides, I've already told you three times."
"I just think what you said is much more subtle than what's in the book. That's right. Especially the part where you strangled 7,777 invading angels at once," Ke Qier said.
"Heh. Then say it again."
From all directions came laughter that was as heartbreaking as sawing wood, "Seven thousand years ago..."
…
How weird.
Nese didn't know that Keqier could be so talkative.
He flipped the real coin and the guy was even telling the truth.
As the angel hurried forward, he kept changing various topics almost airtightly. Sometimes he cleverly filled in the small gaps in the memory of the forest, sometimes he asked constructive questions, and after Alexander the Hanged Man answered, he issued a just right exclamation.
Keqil walked faster and faster, and Nese found it more and more difficult to keep up with him - the ground became more and more sticky, almost sticking to his feet. My whole body was wet and extremely heavy.
The warlock had to break into a jog, and soon became out of breath.
The strange thing is that the angel, who was obviously seriously injured, looked as normal and continued the long conversation while walking, even pushing him further and further away.
Finally, after stumbling over a hidden tree root with a long string of mouse ears, he lost sight of Keqier in front of him.
The air became eerily quiet.
Almost at the same time.
The rustling of the forest suddenly became eerie.
Shadows fermented quietly in the corner, and slippery vines swayed in the air, approaching him with malicious intent like a life-threatening noose.
"Kid. Why did you stop?"
Alexander the Hanged Ghost said with a smile.
Those ubiquitous flowers with crying faces twisted in circles in the air, and the corners of their eyes dangled in a strange arc, and insect eggs fell on him. "Child? Are you still moving?"
"You're not one of them yet...I can tell. You'd better understand what I mean."
It was obvious that Nese had tried his best to break away from the sticky feeling on the ground and climbed up, running forward with all his strength, but a wet tentacle vine calmly placed on his shoulder.
Nese couldn't reply. His lungs were about to burst.
Would the elemental fire spell be of any use to this guy? He thought hard.
"Hehehehe——" the forest laughed.
His eyes lit up slightly.
A faint white light appeared in front of him.
Ke Qier turned around.
There was no expression on his face, and his originally golden eyes were almost colorless.
"No need. No need. The venerable Alexander the Hanged. As great as hell the Alexander the Hanged."
The angel grabbed the warlock - his hands were frighteningly cold - and walked quickly towards the starting direction, saying in rapid succession:
"Yes. Yes. What were we talking about? Look. I don't want to waste a second of my time with you. Yes. Yes. It's about the Son of Chaos. You don't happen to know about this little one. Where are you now?"
Nesai's heart moved - this was the biggest reaction he could make now.
"Ha. Are you testing me? Little angel. Of course I know."
The underground forest as old as hell made a whirring sound, and a few dirty crying flowers spun and fell, much like some abstract beheading ceremony - it was amusing itself, " That thing is at the end of Chisino, the house that eats people.”
This is not a direct place name.
Obviously the angel doesn't know where this point is, and there can be many different ends.
"Which end is it?" he asked.
"I really don't like him. You'd better know what I mean."
The Hanged Man of Alexander seemed to disdain to answer this question, and kept making rustling noises and complaining to himself.
"You know. It's actually quite tiring. I feel like I'm really getting old. As soon as the Sons of Chaos show up, well, I have to go to the battlefield again. After all, there will be no place that isn't a battlefield at that time. I'm not all the time. They want to strangle seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven angels to death."
A dull whistling sound passed through the sticky leaves, and this time it was difficult to tell whether it was laughing or sighing:
"When a little angel is as well-behaved and sensible as you, I don't mind saying a few more words. You'd better understand what I mean. I mean it doesn't matter if you don't strangle it, or you can strangle it after that."
"You are so evil."
Keqier said without any fluctuation, pushing the warlock over a smoldering wooden stake as wide as a round table.
Nesse was shocked by his response, which turned a blind eye to the threat.
But he soon understood that "evil" was actually a compliment to Alexander the Hanged Man.
"That's natural. It's just that it's hard for me to stay in top condition all the time. After all, I've lived for such a long time." Sure enough, the forest answered with satisfaction.
"Would you mind expressing your opinion on that little one? Yes. I mean the Son of Chaos." Keqier quickly answered.
"What's there to say? It's just a jar. What's important is the grease in the jar. You'd better understand me. If you want to make a loaf out of the whole world, flour, bones and beetles are the most important, but still Gotta have grease.”
"Got it. Such dark food," said the angel. This is certainly a compliment in hell.
Jar...grease...is it saying that the Son of Chaos is just a container?
"Excuse me, who put the grease in the jar?"
Nesai had a natural association and asked.
This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to Alexander the Hanged Man.
He shouldn't have been so reckless, so abrupt, but he was too tired.
The forest stopped for a moment.
"good question."
It suddenly burst into a shrill laugh like the buzzing of a bee colony, "You've got me wrong, little guy. I really don't know. Normally I would take your head off as a reward. But today I'm just not in the mood." Let’s reward you with this.”
A very light object hit Nesai on the forehead.
The warlock reached out to grab it and found that it was a small branch that looked nothing special.
Go back and show it to the teacher... He kept walking and held the branch in his arms.
He has understood that the key point of "be sure to keep walking close to the forest" is not only "forest", but also "keep walking". The angel's body must be close to collapse, but he just keeps trying to walk fast and interrupt.
…It doesn’t even have to be an interruption.
Is he deliberately asking for information? Nesse couldn't believe it.
"But no matter what, you must have noticed something is wrong."
On the other side, Ke Qier had already started a new topic within three seconds, as if he would choke to death if he didn't speak.
"Ha. That's not the case."
The attention of the Alexander Hanged Man was indeed attracted, and he began to tell smugly, "Of course not. I watched them write the prophecies of the Doomsday War. I also watched the Sons of Chaos be born into hell. Do you think it has been so long? In the end, will these two be the same thing? You'd better understand what I mean."
Nesse listened to their conversation attentively.
"Is there a difference?" Ke Qier asked.
"The difference is huge. For example. When they predicted it, they originally wanted to write 'dissolve him in the end, and spread the final chaos to attack'. Then no one could write the word 'dissolve' and 'disperse' 'End'. So it was changed to 'Let him burn up, so that the whole world can be burned down'."
"You'd better know what I mean," it added.
An eerie silence.
Nese thought about the difference in meaning between these two expressions besides literary talent.
Ke Qier didn't answer this time.
Nese raised his head and saw a wall-like tree trunk standing in front of him.
The angel's wet robe disappeared behind it.
