Chapter Six

Although she is a cute girl, I still feel a kind of coldness all over my body after seeing her.

This is the undead guide. Although Blacka had enough expectations when he knew that this guy was not an ordinary human being, he had never heard of this method of completely eliminating his own aura.

"Are you a living creature?" Blacka asked softly.

For the first time, he felt nothing.

This feeling was very, very strange. He could sense other people from a hundred meters away. But when this guy appeared in front of him, except that he could see her standing there, he couldn't feel any other breath at all.

Whether it's sound, temperature, or the breath that other living creatures should have.

That's why he asked this question. He suspected that this guy had died a long time ago. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so clean. It shouldn't even be a ghost with a corpse, but something in a ghost state.

"Bell." He heard the guy's voice again, but he didn't answer his question.

Instead, another question was raised.

This way of speaking is very strange, and even a little bit angry. But strangely, when this person says it, he just feels compelled to do it.

Blacka choked, and after an awkward moment, he silently took out the bell given to him by the goblin from his pocket.

He was probably not sure whether this guy was friendly to him or not. In short, he would go with what he meant first.

Anzola took a look and said softly: "Green."

Then he didn't say anything else, and he didn't ask Blacka to take it back or take it over. He just looked at the bell.

The feeling of looking at something does not seem like resisting something, nor does it seem like wanting something. It is like a child staring simply out of curiosity, clean and without any messy thoughts.

"I know it's green." Blacka felt that this guy was a little strange, but he still went on and said, "What does it mean?"

"This means that the goblin likes you very much, and the possibility of the true body coming is higher." The guy named Anzola still answered softly. The guy's voice was as soft as breathing, but Blacka could still hear it clearly.

Every word she said.

Maybe it can't be said to be speaking, because just before speaking, the meaning she wanted to express had already been conveyed to Blacka. Speaking is more like dubbing.

"Is it a fairy?" Blacka said softly: "That thing seems to be able to do a lot of things."

"Yeah, but we basically entrust her to lead the way or escort. In most cases, her clone will come over." Anzola hesitated, and then added: "But even the clone is already very powerful.

It’s something. Just one clone can probably escort us for a day without any safety concerns. If there are no accidents, it should be a few kilometers away.”

Blacka listened to this guy's answer and didn't know how he should proceed.

He had almost no idea about this field. He only knew that the thing called the goblin was a very powerful guardian, equivalent to a god.

But it’s limited to here.

He hasn't even figured out what kind of character this guy is, but now he seems to be a guy who is willing to chat.

"Isn't it a long-term solution to trade with that guy?" Blacka hesitated and said softly: "If possible, it's better not to trade."

Anzola frowned and followed his gaze.

She knew that the boy was talking while looking at the corpses of the people he had injured, and it seemed that these things had become the first knot in his heart.

"They lost a total of four legs and six arms, which together are probably worth about thirty. It can be roughly calculated that they traded with goblins three times in total." Blacka said: "But is this the final result?

"

He felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

"Don't you think it's appropriate?" Anzola said: "You can try to bargain with the goblin. If she agrees, you can get a lower price. But, in the final analysis, ten kilograms of flesh can be exchanged for several people.

Survival. No matter what, it is a worthwhile thing." Anzola said: "At least when you see them, although they are ugly, they are still alive."

"If there was no deal, would he die in the Black Forest? And he died three times." Blacka looked at her dissatisfied: "Is that what you want to say? Is it fun to deceive yourself like this?"

Anzola's pupils searched for a moment, and then his eyes slowly dimmed.

"Why did you say that?" She spoke softly, sounding like a whisper.

"Because they feel that fairies will save them, this undue peace of mind makes them take risks. It's also because they feel that the dead can be resurrected anyway, so they don't risk their lives." Blacka looked at her and said, "People feel

Only when you are in danger will you be cautious; only when you are dead and cannot be resurrected will you cherish life."

"Really?" Anzola did not comment after hearing this, but looked at him with a smile: "Is this the reason for your fear?"

Blacka was stunned for a moment. He felt his eyes flicker and the girl disappeared in front of him.

"Next time we have a better place to chat, I will prepare tea." Anzola's voice surrounded his ears, but Blacka looked around and didn't know where it was.

He hesitated for a moment, although he didn't know what the fear this guy was talking about was. But to be honest, he was a little afraid of that guy.

This guy's understanding of conventional things is completely different from his, and there is no similarity whatsoever.

She couldn't notice this guy's actions at all. She would only appear when she wanted him to see her. The rest of the time, she was just like a ghost.

This guy only needs a dagger, no matter how many people there are, there is no problem. She walked through the army, reaping the lives of others like the God of Death.

Is it conceivable that this guy is related to a certain guardian and is called the undead? It is said that he is a guy who can resurrect the dead, which is extremely mysterious. And his guide is a terrifying thing like Anzola

?

Blacka's mind was in a mess, and he thought of Anthony.

Although that guy made him feel at ease when getting along with him, in fact, he was not a guy that he could feel at ease with.

In my perception, his aura is either a person or a monster. It is hard to imagine what kind of twisted thing is underneath the mask.

So, are all guides this kind of monster? Then why do they abandon human bodies to become guides? In other words, why do guardians give humans such power?

There were so many doubts that I didn't know where to start thinking. Blacka lay on the bed, trying to let herself fall asleep slowly amid the bloody smell of corpses.

He was still a little weak, and there were too many things he couldn't figure out. Blacka didn't know what he should do.

After all, he was just a woodcutter, and now he was involved in a dispute between gods. He couldn't even understand the human heart, let alone the thoughts of gods.

...

Andy took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the broad blade lying across his waist.

The long knife thrust diagonally was held firmly by one hand, while the free left hand grasped the short and wide blade.

It's not that you underestimate the enemy and only pull out the second sword after suffering a loss. The long sword is suitable for offense, while the short sword is suitable for defense. The sword on the side of the waist is a backup sword, which can be cut out directly after the weapon falls, using the Iai method to make quick cuts.

However, her opponent did not give her a chance to use her sword skills to resolve the battle. She was at a disadvantage almost the entire time.

In a very rare case, she actively accepted corruption, but still couldn't get enough advantage when fighting others. Is she too weak? This seems to be a little dishonest. It should be said that this child is very

Qiang is just a child, but his movements are as sophisticated as a brave man who has returned from death countless times.

The guy standing in front of her looked completely different from her stance. He looked a bit loose and calm. He just stood there holding an axe. It seemed that his whole body was full of flaws.

However, the consequences of the flaw in the attack have been verified several times in a few minutes. No matter what angle he attacks from, this guy will definitely be able to press the long knife into the blind spot and then hit his own corner that is slack because the blade is difficult to rotate.

His actions seem bold, but he can always use some strange turns to avoid the force caused by the twisting force. After avoiding punishment, this guy's ax is far more threatening than it looks.

Now I have to change my strategy. If the long sword has been completely seen through, then use two blades to attack together. This kind of strategy is very strange and should not be countermeasures in advance.

"But by the way, none of us are wearing armor." Blacka's doubtful voice came: "Does it really mean that you won't get hurt if you use real swords and guns like this?"

This guy is just worried about this problem. He is not worried about what will happen if he loses or wins, but he is simply worried about whether he will get hurt.

But he really doesn't look like a guy who is afraid of getting hurt. If he was afraid of getting hurt, at least he wouldn't act like this.

"The pain of injury can make people remember their weaknesses more deeply." Andy replied softly, slowly shifting his position to keep a relatively safe distance from Blacka.

She didn't dare to relax. She was able to gain the advantage in a short period of time yesterday entirely because of her advantages in time, terrain and equipment. She had to admit that it was only in combat that her skills and skills, which she had fought with countless demons,

There is no comparison whatsoever with this guy.

Oh, it seems a bit baffling, after all, they should be looking for a place to drink tea now, not fight.

The reason for this duel was that we needed to know what Blacka's melee combat ability was and what kind of mission we should assign him.

The key word throughout the Black Forest is danger. No matter the time or environment, you must always be alert to possible battles.

Therefore, the team must move steadily, quickly and for a long time. In this way, it can quickly move through these areas to advance and get what it wants. Combat, physical strength, judgment of the situation and familiarity with the environment are directly related to

Survival rate.

Judging from this performance, he has completely exceeded expectations in every sense.

Andy used a flaw, and Blacka followed her intention and swung the hatchet at a wide angle, but finally failed to turn around in a short time. After seizing the opportunity, she fell to the ground and put the knife on her head.

In the end, Blacka lost the confrontation with Andy. One of his radical decisions gave Andy a chance, and he was hit on the head with the back of a knife. This guy was far calmer than he looked. There was no actual physical harm between the two sides during the whole battle.

The damage is always done until it ends.

This was the end of the test. The guy sat directly on the ground and looked at her with a sigh.

Blacka's mind was in a mess, and she was completely distracted from the battle in front of her.

After separating from Anzola, a whole day has passed, and it is afternoon. The place can only receive direct sunlight for a short period of time at noon. It is surrounded by a large open space, which is said to be an area attached to their camp.

Blacka also understood that these guys were very famous, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get such a place to live in a place where land is so valuable.

Oh, I really want to explain what happened yesterday.

He didn't do anything that day, probably just eating, sleeping and thinking about the current situation.
To be continued...