Chapter 30

Anthony's words made the atmosphere develop in a strange direction, or the atmosphere of chatting from the beginning was wrong.

Originally, as a caught guy, he should be a little wary now, or at least a little hostile to them.

But as he said this, he moved closer to the direction of chat.

It seemed that he did not think they were enemies at first, and the fights before were just friendly exchanges. Those dead, non-dead, injured things, and those who were lying on the ground, Bleca, Noah and Fan were covered in wounds.

They are all things that don’t matter. They seem to be just entertainment. They have no purpose to entertain. Even if they are injured or something, they don’t care. Such madness makes Noah feel a little disgusted.

Bleca's injury was almost recovering. He quietly got up from the ground and looked at Anthony there.

"Can you tell me what the team that hired you before went through?" Bleka asked softly, "Did you kill them all?"

"I don't know what you think of me, but I can guarantee that their death has nothing to do with me." Anthony paused and said, "I told them before I set out that it was dangerous, and their luck was indeed bad. I didn't stop all the way. Before I saw the sick rat, I threw away the carriage of transportation value, leaving only scattered people and the little prince. Although the result was not good, I did complete my mission - to take them to see the sick rat."

"Why do they go to see sick mice?"

"Is this very much related to you? It's not something that is difficult to understand, not something worthy of despising, nor something that should be praised. It's just an extremely ordinary one among the many things that humans want to pray to the Black Forest." Anthony paused and said, "But I suggest you don't understand more, not as a guide, but as a human being to make suggestions to you. Otherwise, you will not be safe after leaving the Black Forest."

All these words have been said to this point, and Bleca could only frown and not ask any more - he probably couldn't ask anything if he asked again. Anthony was very strict about strange things, and as long as it was something he didn't want to say, he couldn't ask anyway.

"But then again, I still haven't figured out why you got so close to that guy." Anthony said, looking at Fan who was standing there at some time: "Do you have a good relationship with the Rat Man? How many days will you have?"

"You planted a plague on their population, and if there is no spiritual protection, they will die." Bleka whispered: "And we still need their help."

"I don't understand what these guys can help you, and this is not the only population that has been planted by me." Anthony said in a puzzled voice: "So far, I have destroyed about a dozen such rat nests. But there are still too many of them, almost endless."

He looked at Fan sitting there glaring at him, and chuckled: "How did you deceive them to help you? Let's talk about it, I want to know what tricks you used to deceive them."

"I'm not far from having enough of your nonsense." Fan said almost gritting his teeth.

"Why are you patient with me? Do you think this thing can be arrogant when you tie me up?" Anthony said in a mocking voice: "I advise you to escape, aliens, and not try to alienate humans."

Fan didn't say anything anymore, but just stood up silently, not knowing when the two daggers were already in their hands.

The rat man was originally regarded as a threat to humans because of his temper. He was obviously not a good-tempered guy.

The one who stopped the conflict before Noah and Bleica was Bai Ling - she finally packed up the bracket pot so that she could finally cook a pot of broth on the fire.

In the current environment, it is really a luxury to enjoy drinking hot soup at night.

Bleka wanted to thank Bai Ling for her innocence for being insufficiency, because she couldn't understand the current atmosphere at all. So she wouldn't slow down her cooking movements because of the current invitation. Instead, she felt that what she had said was Anthony. After these two guys looked at each other through the bracket, Fan sat back, and Anthony moved and found a pretty comfortable position.

No matter what the situation is now, being able to eat enough is the easiest happiness.

After a simple supper, Bleca sat silently in front of the fire.

Everyone else was sleeping because they didn't know what they would encounter tomorrow, so they needed plenty of rest.

And Bleka will use the spiritual power given by Bai Ling to release a demonstration barrier, and the strange things will basically no longer target them.

In addition, he did have enough rest. After being injured, he has been sleeping to recover, so it is very suitable for him to come to watch.

He heard the yawning sound, Bai Ling turned around and then retracted into his arms and hugged Bleka's waist - they were resting on the tree now, and she needed something to lean on to sleep well.

Bleka is obviously a very good pillow. After becoming a guide, he will not even smell due to sweat. On the contrary, his body has a smell of morning dew on the blade of grass. It has a very light fragrance that only occurs in the early morning.

So Bai Ling likes to sleep in her arms with Bleca. This guy doesn't know anything, so he naturally won't avoid it.

Bleka doesn't know much about men and women. Normally, a sixteen-year-old boy would have been strangely stained in the city. However, he has always lived a very monotonous life and has almost no contact with the crowd. So he is not even very clear about the general concept.

Because he didn't know it himself, he naturally couldn't explain it to Bai Ling clearly. In addition, this guy was indeed soft when he held him, and he also had a strange but unexpectedly pleasant smell. He did not drive this guy aside.

Bleka looked at her hand with a blue mark on it.

This was the first time he had officially used the spiritual power given by the White Wolf. He had only known that he had been given such abilities, but he had no idea what kind of experience it would be to use it.

The reserves were much less than he thought. He had almost used up half of his spiritual power after two times of release. The little spiritual power left now would probably be able to maintain the warning circle for a night.

However, the consumption of spiritual power was not a feeling of discomfort. Although no one explained it to him, he understood the principle of this thing the moment he got it - it was a kind of energy based on life, and normal rest could be restored.

The other recovery method has no effect. As a container, his power is too small, so there is no need to study other recovery methods. The first time he experienced this supernatural power, Bleica just felt a little strange.

Or it's strange to use this body yourself.

Bleca looked silently at Anthony who was sleeping there, thinking about the way this guy fought before.

He had no chance to fight back at all, and he didn't hurt him a little from the beginning to the end.

Even the final victory was funny. This guy couldn't stand it after using all his spiritual and physical strength. Judging from his consciousness, this kind of embarrassing thing happened because he didn't have a rest for several days.

If this guy had a good rest, they would not be able to threaten Anthony from the beginning to the end. In front of him, his actions would probably look as ridiculous as the child waving a wooden stick.

He slowly opened his hand, and a faint flame rose from his palm.

Converting it into flame is indeed a way to use it. At that time, he used this trick to drive out the rats on his body.

But I have to say that the spiritual power consumed is too fast. In addition, there is indeed not much spiritual power stored in your body. If this method is used for attacking, it will be too weak and the time will be too short.

Sure enough, should I change a weapon?

Bleka looked silently at the axe placed there, putting this thing where he could catch it.

Amid the flames of night, there was a red light on the axe.

What is this thing?

He didn't know that he had lost the memory of finding this thing.

The last node in his previous memory was finding the white wolf and getting blessings.

Then the memory is a ten-year-old life alone.

There is still a memory that is empty, and you can know it at any time you associate it, and it is related to this axe.

"What the hell are you?" Bleka said softly, holding it and lifting it up slowly.

It is indeed a logging axe. In addition to being very durable and not damaged yet, it is just an axe with very unreasonable design.

Unlike Noah's two axes specially designed for combat, the logging axes do not need to consider too much use, so the gravity distribution is very strange. Throwing five meters away is just as fate, and chopping always feels not enough to be used. It does not have much area for blocking, and it is a bit strange that it is a bit heavy.

This is not a weapon, it was created just for logging. Cutting people is not its own business, so it is not satisfactory.

Perhaps I should have accepted Andy's knife at that time. The thing is not on the same level as this thing, whether it is the attack speed, length, or gravity distribution.

Bleca hesitated for a moment and took Noah's battle axe.

This is a damage part with metal, and it is filled with a light and flexible wood. It is painted with fireproof paint. It is dense and comfortable to empty some unnecessary metal, and the pressure on the axe surface is dispersed with a mesh stick.

This is the axe used to chop people. Although it is light, the weight of the axe can easily be used to force it. It can fly to more than 20 meters when throwing. Not to mention, there are special gaps on it to expand the wound.

Maybe I should use this thing, which is not only a level stronger than my current weapons.

After thinking for a long time, Bleca looked at the fire in confusion.

I don’t know when it started, but I also began to think about how to become stronger.

He can find many excuses, such as now he needs to protect Bai Ling, and he needs means to make himself stronger.

It can also be said that I am now the guide of Bailang, and it is legitimate to have enough combat power.

But why do you want to make excuses? Who should you explain to?

Bleka didn't know, he just felt like he saw himself in the fire.

It was a figure in the fire, burned to the point of burning, but he didn't struggle.

It's like an evil ghost locked in hell.

Those were just excuses, and Bleica knew very well. Especially with Noah right next to him, he was embarrassed to make excuses.

He just wanted to make himself stronger, and there was no special reason.

"Hey, kid, where did your past enlightenment go?"

Bleca's pupils contracted, and he heard strange sounds again.

Although he had only heard it once, he remembered this sound. It was the sound that persuaded him to escape just before he fought with the pig.

He looked back and found that there was no one, and looked at the axe next to him.

Still nothing.

Just when he thought nothing had happened, he suddenly realized a fundamental problem.

He was no longer in his original place and came to an unknown place.

There was just a fire in front and a logging axe behind him.

He suddenly felt like he was awakened in a nightmare, because he didn't know when he would return to the familiar forest.

It is not the Black Forest, but the forest I have always lived in. I bring firewood to sell things every day, then buy food and go home.

It seems that he has never come to the Black Forest from the beginning, and he has never left his home.

But he realized something was wrong, because the trees around him looked at them carefully and looked distorted and ferocious.

"Look at this place."

That's the girl's voice.

Bleka heard the sound of someone talking. He looked for the sound and looked at it. He didn't know when someone sat on the wooden stake where he often chopped wood.
To be continued...