It's really touching that these two guys cared so much for them before the fight, so why not run away now? When the goblins leave the realm, it will be too late.

"I'm going to find that child." Noah suddenly said, "Although it's strange to ask me this, but can I trouble you to find someone who can help?"

"Help? How can I help?" Xin said halfway, her voice slowly lowered: "Oh, there really is."

"As expected of a vampire." Noah nodded. He confirmed that he was still carrying the holy sword handed to him by his friend on his back. Without thinking, he stepped into the twisted space again.

"Hey, don't you understand what I mean?" Xingang wanted to grab his hand, but he threw it away and opened his wrist.

Xin's hands froze in the air for a moment.

In just a blink of an eye, the priest disappeared. It seemed that this space could eat people, and he would be swallowed up as soon as he took a step forward. Even though Xin explained this, Noah still went up and sent him away without hesitation. Xin stood there

There, scratching his head and feeling upset.

Her relationship with Blacka is not that good. Although this guy saved her life in the first place, she will not always be grateful to Blacka because of this incident. If she has to say it, she is not a human being and has no so-called morality.

On the contrary, Noah was dumbfounded. Is this a situation that a priest should be in? The battle between monsters and guardians is not something that mortals should intervene in.

"I really don't understand." Xin said softly. She didn't understand why Noah had to dwell on this matter. He should have run away. There was no shame in it. Anyone who ran away in this situation would not be ashamed.

She hesitated, then turned and left.

As Noah said, if she wants to solve this matter properly, then she must find someone who can help.

Does she know anyone well enough to intervene?

Maybe, she just hoped that the guy was capable enough to intervene in such a scene.

...

The goblin tilted her head. She seemed to be hallucinating. She was the only one sitting on the treetop at the moment.

Neither Blacka nor the coffin he was carrying were gone. In this space, she was just in the forest.

She looked up at the sky, which looked a little unnatural.

It was a scarlet sky, because the sunset that had been mostly eaten away shed its afterglow.

The entire forest is red. This is in Blacka's memory. The forest is red, as red as blood.

But it doesn't match the time. The forest at the moment is transparent. Just standing here, I feel like I can see everywhere - there are wooden houses and villages in the distance. Someone is whispering:

"There are monsters deep in the forest."

"There are unwanted children deep in the forest."

"That child can't cry."

"That kid can't laugh."

"That kid is a monster!"

The goblin dragged his head and frowned as he listened to such gossip.

"A realm? It doesn't look like that." She was silent for a moment, and after a long time, she smiled again.

"Did you get inspiration from my field?" She said softly: "Interesting guy, let me play with you. After all, you can't be too disappointed, right?"

Because at this moment, even the goblin realized that he was affected by the realm - he had forgotten Blacka.

It can’t be said that I forgot about it, it should be said that it became a strange impression.

That was a child who would go to the forest during the day and go to the village with firewood to sell for money at night.

Some people will see the child in the forest in the evening, wielding a red ax and cutting down trees in the forest. The forest echoes with the hollow sound of logging, one after another. It feels inexplicably infiltrating when listening to it.

The most uncomfortable thing is the constant stream of gossip. In this guy's field, it seems that the voices of passers-by can be heard constantly.
Chapter completed!