chapter Five

To be honest, it hurts a little.

Blacka touched the wound on his shoulder and grinned.

His bones were still shattered and damaged. Even if the tendons and muscles were completely injured, even if they could recover, it didn't mean that this guy was in pain.

In other words, because his senses are different from ordinary people, it hurts even more.

But he sat in the room where he had been lying before, looking a little confused at the three heads placed side by side in front of him.

Duoyan said that he killed these three people, but he saved them and helped dispose of the corpses, so he wanted to divide some of them.

Blacka was a little confused and nodded. This was considered an agreement. But it still felt strange.

Just because he killed these three people, does it count as his property? If someone kills him, will he become someone else's property?

He felt very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, as if he had a fish bone.

Now the sun is halfway across the sky, and the red sun is in the sky. After the arrogance has subsided, there is a bit of warmth.

But he still felt very cold, very cold.

He rushed into the room and vomited while holding a bucket. The meal he had just eaten was completely vomited before he could digest it.

Wrong, wrong in every sense of the word! Something is wrong, very wrong.

What he experienced was too strange in every sense of the word, wasn't it? The human beings created by God after creating the world should not be inferior to beasts.

Blacka suddenly hoped that he could die in this danger without feeling pain, let alone feeling such self-blame. This was his first time killing someone, but it was just a simple physical discomfort.

"By the way, is your weapon this ax?" A multi-eyed voice sounded. He looked at the red ax that was picked up from beside him and asked a little strangely.

To be honest, although axes are commonly used, such axes are generally only used as props, throwing or ordinary armor breaking.

Because it is dangerous to swing it in the air, it is also very short, and there is no advantage in terms of weight.

Not a good choice. The first choice for action in the black forest should be long-range props such as daggers and longbows. These things that must be used close to each other are not even as good as a thicker blade.

"This is all I have," Blacka replied.

He lied because many people said they could provide equipment if needed.

But in his heart, he is Blacka only when he holds an axe. He is an ordinary woodcutter. If the thing in his hand is not such an ordinary thing that can only be used to chop wood, he will be very uneasy.

"Then do you have a favorite weapon? If you don't know how to use a bow, you still need to carry a crossbow. In most cases, we don't choose to engage the enemy in close combat." Duoyan said.

It's easy to understand, they have to be quiet, easy to use, and long range.

The crossbow is a good choice. If more than three people aim at the same target, not only can they kill them on the spot, but they can at least reduce their mobility by more than one level.

Blacka didn't answer. He had just finished vomiting and was still feeling very uncomfortable.

The groggy state suddenly disappeared, his pupils became clear again, and he tilted his head.

Fifteen meters to the left. Someone approached the door but did not enter immediately.

A person should weigh between fifty and seventy kilograms. He is not very strong and has a medium build. He should also be carrying a lot of stuff.

He glanced around, but couldn't find anything except the spit bucket in front of him.

These are completely subconscious behaviors, realizing that the enemy is approaching, judging the enemy's information, checking the surrounding environment, and looking for weapons that can be used and hiding places.

No one left it to Blacka. Blacka knew that this should be done from the beginning. He was able to quickly judge his current state and then respond as best as possible.

It's like instinct.

The door was opened, and Blacka was no longer where he was before, but was standing at the door. This is the door that was pushed open, and the best sneak attack point is behind the door. As long as you enter, you can use a long-handled weapon to penetrate the wooden door and kill him.

People who come in.

There is already a bayonet in his hand. It is not a weapon, but a tool used by Duoyan to dig out the bow and arrow on his shoulder. The arrow at that time penetrated too deep, so something like this must be used to make the smallest wound.

Remove.

Blacka suddenly squatted down and almost touched the ground, because the wooden door was penetrated first, and a dagger stabbed where he was.

His actions didn't make any noise, which gave him a chance to get out.

Suddenly appeared from the lower part, jumped high, held his arms in front, and hid his sword at his waist, ready to shoot through the throat of the intruder.

But what he saw was an uppercut. He only had time to change and shrink back, but he still endured it and flew a few meters and hit the wall.

"Did you adopt a frightened cat?" When he was feeling dizzy, he heard the voice of someone coming.

Blacka couldn't believe that it was just a girl standing there. She said she was a girl, but she must be a few years older than him.

Approximately 20 years old.

Her hair was tied up like ram's horns, and her whole body was made of armor made of chains and hardwood to protect her vitals.

Behind him are a long knife and a broad blade. The left hand is wrapped with a bandage all the way to the upper arm, while the right hand is only wrapped with white cloth from the wrist down.

As for the thing that penetrated the door just now, it was only the dagger stuck at her waist.

"No, he's just a child who overestimates his abilities." A multi-eyed voice sounded from behind her: "This guy was just injured and was a little frightened."

"Huh?" she said, walking over and bending down to look at Blacka, who fell against the wall and then sat back on the bed: "He is an interesting child, and his reactions are surprisingly quick."

Blacka looked into her eyes and subconsciously protected her head with her hands.

This guy is hostile to me. From the moment he appeared until now, this guy has a dangerous aura. It's like a wolf standing in front of him.

"I heard from Duoyan that we will be working together from now on." She hesitated for a moment, clasped her hands in front of her chest and tilted her head to look at Blacka: "Huh? He's not a bad guy."

"Who are you?" Blacka realized that she had misjudged this guy. It seemed that she was not an enemy at least now.

"Me? Andy, just call me this name." She said a little unhappy: "But before asking other people's names, shouldn't you tell me your name?"

"Blacka."

"Well, it's a very spirited name." Andy wanted to say something more, but nothing came out.

Because I don't know when, the white person suddenly appeared behind me.

When this guy appeared, the surrounding environment seemed to freeze. A kind of cold air filled the room.

It was a guy in a white robe, who looked quite thin, and wore a white mask with only one eye hole - it seemed to be a clay, pure white plane. It looked like a faceless monster on his face.

This guy pulled Andy's clothes as if to signal her to leave.

"I'll clean it up, no need to rush me." Andy sighed, patted Blacka on the shoulder and turned around to leave.

The guy just now, after Andy left, bowed slightly to Blacka.

"Anzola."

The sound was as clear as a mosquito or fly, and the guy disappeared in an instant.

Is this a self-introduction?

Blacka looked at the backs of these unknown guys leaving, and silently looked at his arms that were still numb.

Let's not talk about why this guy named Andy was able to react immediately after he made a surprise attack from a different angle. Although that was exaggerated enough, it didn't make Blacka give up thinking directly.

He was surprised by the momentum brought by this punch. Unlike his slender arm, it almost broke his bones and killed him directly.

"Don't worry, she was corrupted, so she is a little bit irritable."

Before Blacka could figure it out, Duoyan came over without knowing it.

There was nothing eye-catching about his appearance, he just came over with bandages and wound medicine.

Blacka's injuries require dressing.

"Corruption?" Blacka chewed on the words she had never heard before, and then moved her to the appropriate position.

It is not entirely accurate to say that I have never heard of it, because Anthony mentioned it, but he did not explain what it was.

"It will be like this after staying in the Black Forest for a long time. You will be infected by the dirty things here." Duoyan said: "Maybe the corrupted people are a little bit irritable. Although you can ask the priest to use the holy light to clean it up...

But basically we won’t know it clearly.”

He explained patiently, because he knew how many people didn't know about this chronic poison until they came here long after they came here.

Duoyan said, and the movements of his hands stopped for a moment.

Because after he pulled off the bandage on Blacka's body, he saw the skin that looked like burns.

You don't even need a bandage, just apply some medicine and it will probably be fine in a while.

Blacka asked softly: "Is it because this thing can strengthen the body?"

"If we all have a body like yours, we naturally don't need to seek such a problematic way to strengthen it." Duo Yan said: "I suggest you don't put a bandage on this wound, otherwise it will easily cause problems.

"

Blacka was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

Duoyan looked at his confused look and sighed.

"Another name for corruption is the blessing of the black forest. It can make us stronger and faster. Even the pain will be reduced a lot... Even death will become difficult, and people will no longer look like

Humans are more like monsters. They just have a slightly shorter lifespan, right? There may be other dangers, but it’s not a good thing anyway.”
To be continued...