The corpse of the shadow beast has turned into a frosted ice sculpture, and the blood and remains of the orcs are scattered in the forest, painting a tragic battlefield scene against the background of falling snow.
Bald Er stood in the center of the battlefield holding the ax tightly in his hands, his strong chest rising and falling uncontrollably. He liked such a tragic scene, which had the beauty of violent killing, especially sitting on the enemy's corpse and tearing apart its flesh and blood. Any orc killer would feel sincerely satisfied.
However, the one who died was a half-orc of his own race, so that was another matter.
Shaman Elaine's eyes were alert as she scanned the surrounding environment, her scarlet eyes hiding fear. She glanced worriedly at Bald Er, who didn't know what he was thinking, and reminded in a low voice: "They have no room for resistance..."
Tu'er said coldly: "I know that the enemy who killed the Rock Guard is very strong. Elaine, you are scared."
When he was injured, he could run faster than a wild boar, and even burrowed into a snow cave without daring to come out... The shaman secretly cursed, but he was also thankful that Bald Er had an awkward self-esteem. If he hadn't insisted on hiding and healing, they would have ended up like this. The same fate as other Splinter Guards.
"Master, the Split Rock Guards are all dead. We should go back now and join the barbarian marauders behind." Elaine said cautiously.
In fact, Tu Er was also hesitating whether to leave this dangerous forest first or stay to search for the mysterious and unknown powerful enemy.
Quail Engla often warned the ten brothers: Don’t be embarrassed in public!
Bald Er discovered that all ten brothers who did not listen to the chief's warning later died, and their positions were taken by other butchers. However, it is not that easy for the ten brothers not to be embarrassed in public. They must use more brains, be cautious, and overcome stupid instincts. Therefore, after he was injured, he had to hide from the Split Rock Guards and not let them see his ugly and weak appearance.
Bald Er will never admit that he lost to the powerful half-elf female. He smelled the smell of death in his opponent, so there was no need to fight a dying enemy. He felt that it was a smart decision for him to choose to escape at the last moment, but the half-elf female's frost power was like maggots attached to her bones, which kept eating away at his blood-rage power.
Bald Ear estimated that he would have to wait until the next morning before the power of the frost would subside. Just now, a roar as loud as a war horn came from the forest, stimulating Bald Er's killing instinct. The power of blood rage instantly climbed to a new height, easily disintegrating the difficult power of frost.
Bald Er and Elaine, overwhelmed by the killing instinct, rushed to the battlefield excitedly and found that the butcher and shaman of the Split Rock Guard were all dead, and their deaths were miserable.
The corpses of her companions helped Elaine regain her composure. She felt very frightened. She could not imagine what kind of existence could help the advanced orcs to increase their strength and lose their judgment with just their roars. She just wants to escape from this weird forest and get as far away from the mysterious and terrifying existence as possible.
However, the desire to kill affects the orc slayer much more strongly than the female shaman. Bald Er heard the killing roar of the butchers of the Split Rock Guards. It was an innate skill that could only be mastered by fourth-level butchers, but they were all newly promoted third-level butchers.
This shows that the battle cry of the mysterious existence has raised the level 3 butcher to a higher level.
Bald Er feels that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but of course it is also very dangerous. However, the Orc Butcher always gains greater power from challenges and killings. The butcher who evades the challenge will be rejected by the power of blood rage and become a weak wanderer. Although Bald Ear vehemently denies running away from the half-elf female, his powers do wane.
The question now is, if there is an opportunity to be promoted to level 6 Slayer, but you have to risk being killed, should you accept this challenge?
Suddenly there was a roaring wind and a huge sound of falling pine trees from the east side of the forest, which helped Bald Er make a decision.
He growled lowly, left Elaine whose expression changed greatly, and went into the cedar forest without looking back.
In the eastern part of the shadow forest, pine trees are densely packed, and the branches next to each other are like a pair of clasped hands. They work together to block the skylight and let the dim yellow cover the forest all year round. Bald Er grasped the ax with both hands and held it horizontally in front of him. He carefully walked through the dimly lit snow forest and tried not to make any sound.
He relied on high-level orc intuition to track the scent of killing, and relied on towering trees to hide his traces. Not long after, he found a conspicuous light in the shadowy forest. The forest there was broken and collapsed, and it was a mess. Some pine trees were knocked down by other big trees, but the fractures of more broken trees were smooth and neat, as if a sharp knife had cut through the solid trunks.
Bald Er couldn't imagine who could destroy an ancient pine forest in a short period of time.
Around the fallen trees, there were hundreds of corpses of shadow beasts. Without exception, they were cut to death by sharp blades. Tu Er estimated that the mysterious murderer was besieged by a herd of shadow beasts. While killing all the shadow beasts with a sharp blade, he also chopped down the pine forest.
Judging from the wounds on the shadow beast corpses, the murderer's attacks were incredibly precise. Each shadow beast was cut open by a sharp blade from the center line of its body, turning into two symmetrical corpses.
But this doesn't make sense.
If the killer's fighting skills reached such an extent, his attack should not have affected the surrounding trees.
Bald Er also found more things that were wrong. For example, there was no whistling of the wind here, and it was as quiet as a tomb; the snowflakes kept spinning and floating in the air and never fell. It was too late for him to escape from this strange snow forest.
The soothing air flow surrounded the Orc Slayer's body, pushing him forward. Bald Er felt a bone-chilling pressure, and his intuition told him that he could only move forward now, not retreat, otherwise he would be attacked by sharp blades and end up with the same fate as the shadow beast.
Bald Er gritted his teeth, raised the power of blood rage to the limit, and walked into the collapsed forest farm. Then, he saw an unforgettable figure under a big tree, it was the half-elf who had humiliated him with a bow and arrow.
There were discarded swords and stone sticks at the feet of the half-elf. He was facing the trunk of the big tree, with his back to Bald Ear, and kept muttering to himself: "Why wake me up?"
"Why wake me up?."
"Why wake me up..."
Bald Er couldn't understand the language of the half-elves, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He mustered up his courage and asked sternly: "Who on earth are you?!"
The air suddenly stopped flowing, without transmitting any sound, as if an invisible hand was holding everything around it. Bald Er seemed to be trapped in an iron wall, and his blood-rage power fell straight down. He couldn't breathe the frozen air into his lungs and was about to suffocate. The half-elf slowly turned around and faced Bald Er, revealing a pair of mysterious dark golden eyes.
"Who are you anyway?"
As soon as the half-elf opened his mouth, the surrounding air began to flow again. Bald Er threw away the ax and knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. For the first time, he discovered that the air that he could breathe normally was so precious. He heard the half-elf opposite him repeating one sentence in seven or eight different languages. These languages seem to have something in common with the language of the rock-splitting orcs, but they are more primitive and obscure.
Until the half-elf switched to nine languages in a row, Bald Er was surprised to find that he actually understood it.
"Who are you anyway?"
"Who are you anyway?"
"Who am I?"
"...who am I?"
"I am the Archmage of the Alchemy Empire, the inheritor of the School of Life, the master of the ant colony, the founder of the Assyrian Empire, the immortal Angelia?"
"I am an ancient beast, a magic leopard wandering in the snowfields of the highlands?"
"I am the mythical three-headed lizard, Portanos?"
"I am the companion of the Moon God and the Spider, the incarnation of the Sun God, the guardian of the Sun Tree, the Lord of the Elves, the Sun Elf Freikris?"
"I remembered... I am the lover of the divine knight Sylvia, the Stormrage Sword Master of the human kingdom, and the Earl of Golden Eyes of the Kingdom of Gombis... I am the master of the mind, Victor Wimbledon Rand. you!"
Wiltok, no, it should be Victor, his dazed eyes returned to clarity, the snowflakes floating in the air finally fell, and the howling of wind and snow sounded again in the woods.
Victor, who kept his dark golden eyes, smiled and said quickly: "Time is limited. Let me make a long story short. I provoked a great being in the Endless Forest who should not be provoked. It is the demon incarnation of the Moon Goddess, entrenched in the abyss plane. Spider Lady. Because I refused to answer the call of the Sun Tree, Spider Lady came to trouble me."
"He could have killed me easily, but it is difficult for us to understand a great existence from a mortal perspective. Just killing me may not be worth Ms. Spider's personal action; or perhaps, He has other purposes... In short, Not only did the spider not kill me, it also forcibly raised the upper limit of my mental attributes beyond the limit allowed by the main material plane. Therefore, my main consciousness inevitably slipped into the ocean of pan-consciousness."
"...It can also be called the ocean of soul. It is a manifestation of the sea of fire elements, a vast ocean composed of the thoughts of all living beings. There is no barrier of time and space there, because the mind itself transcends time and space...Animals Thoughts, plant thoughts, individual thoughts, group thoughts, past thoughts, present thoughts, future thoughts, memories that have happened in the past, and fantasies that have not happened are all densely intertwined. Anyone’s main consciousness is lost. You will lose yourself when you enter the ocean of the soul, and I am certainly no exception."
"Obviously, Ms. Spider has no good intentions towards me. He threw me into the ocean of souls, just like using me to feed Tyron Riel, the Creator, and then using the original power of the Creator to consume the will of my soul. In the end, I Only the immortal sun divinity remains in my soul, and the ancient will of the sun spirit will rise from my body."
"Fortunately, I still have the means of mind control. Based on the 'Secret Method of Portanos', I used part of my subconscious mind to create a secondary personality to control my body. The secondary personality and the main personality share all memories, including Ancestor memory rooted in blood. In addition to the blood memory of the sun elves, there are blood memories of other ancestors in my body... For me, these are all redundant ancient memories, but they may occupy the secondary memory. The soul and will side of the personality, especially the bloodline memory of the first-generation sun elf Freikris, is getting closer and closer to my sub-personality..."
"It's like a game of musical chairs. I have to sit back in my chair before anyone else. The method is to let the secondary personality retrieve the memories that belong to me first, and then wait for the fire elemental sea to take back what I shouldn't have. With mental strength, the secondary personality became the main personality, and I returned.”
"The bad news is that the consciousness exchange method I created temporarily has many loopholes and can only be used for emergencies. For example, I didn't have time to shape the character of the sub-personality at the time. He lacked a stance and could also prefer bloodline memory. If this continues, I'm definitely doomed."
"...Fortunately, I woke up and had the opportunity to repair the loopholes. It's all thanks to you..."
Bald Ear couldn't understand what Victor was saying at all, but he felt that the half-elf was not talking to him. He tried to move a step back, intending to find an opportunity to sneak away quietly.
Victor's eyes immediately fell on the Orc Butcher, smiled slightly, and said: "Don't worry... I'm communicating with my wife... Her name is Sylvia. She just found out about my request for help, so she risked being The risk of assimilation into the fire elemental sea, grab my hand. Well, in the pan-consciousness ocean that you can’t see, our hands are tightly clasped together. Sylvia is like an anchor, helping me escape from all kinds of memory bubbles Gain stable consciousness. However, how can I bear to watch my beloved being assimilated by the fire elemental sea? She can't hold on for too long, so I explained to her that I am fine, I will go back to find her, and she should take the initiative to let go at that time .”
"Unfortunately, the ocean of mind is full of messy thoughts. It is impossible for Sylvia to distinguish those thoughts that belong to me. Even if they are my thoughts, they inevitably contain false fantasies and dreams. Only the words I speak can It will be echoed by the world, just like something you have done must leave a mark.”
Victor gave an elegant salute to the bald-eared butcher and said sincerely: "My wife wants me to prove that I am capable of protecting myself before she is willing to let go... Time is precious, let us invite the owner here and start as soon as possible. "
He raised his hand and knocked on the tree trunk next to him, and a ball of ice and snow on a branch was immediately shaken off and fell on the snow. Suddenly, a huge white beast jumped out from under the thick snow.
