After accidentally entering the lair of the two-headed snake, the raft moved much slower and became suspicious at the slightest sound. The four huge venom glands of the two-headed snake king had already been taken out. After such a battle, no one had the desire to eat it anymore, Simon. Xia, rather regretfully, froze the large piece of snake meat and put it in his pocket.
"At this rate, it might take us ten days to get out of the swamp." "LAN said leisurely. After the last time, the mercenaries no longer dared to underestimate him. Though the bow of unknown origin might be considered a divine artifact, at least LAN still had the ability to drive it.
The sorcerer on the same raft looked at the laid-back young man with a look that could be called mournful, "If you find it boring, we can swap." He was using his magic to explore the situation ahead, who knew if he would run into the lair of the three-headed marsh lizard later? !
"Oh, no need, but I have to remind you that if we keep going at this pace, we'll probably run into the path of the three-headed lizards' migration very soon." "What if you want to wait for the lizards to pass by and then go..." LAN said somewhat uninterestingly. Then we'd better be prepared to face Kelby, though we don't know how terrible this thing is, but I'd love to see it."
"How do you know about the migration of the three-headed lizards?" Asked the mage, who had not noticed anything unusual so far.
"I heard the song." "Very seductive singing," said LAN.
Out of fear of the higher-ranking monsters, the lower-ranking monsters will leave the higher-ranking monsters' foraging range without a chance of winning when they encounter them. The foraging range of the water fairy Kelby is the range covered by its call, and Kelby's call is the alluring song in people's ears.
"Hurry up!" " The leading mercenary seemed a little nervous.
No wonder, though they couldn't hear Kelby's voice, it was obvious that the sound waves could already affect them. The fact that LAN could hear it was the best proof. Changing course would easily lead to losing direction. The narrowest part would take five days to pass through, and the widest part might take ten days or half a month to reach the other side.
As long as they can go far out of the range, although the mercenaries participating in this adventure can all be labeled as strong, none of them have reached the level of saints, and they do not want any casualties here.
LAN suddenly stood up, a glimmer of bewilishness flashed in his fiery red pupils, and a flash of cyan light floated on his body. "You go first. I'll be back later."
"Where are you going!" The mercenary beside him failed to catch him and could only shout anxiously.
The mage stood there stunned. After a while, he suddenly grabbed his companion beside him and blurted out, "Did you see it? He's flying!"
The mercenaries were also stunned by this reminder. "You can fly, too!" The captured mercenary was somewhat unimpressed.
"I, I learned it after Elemental Mage Level 10, and it's Floating!" He seemed very excited and suddenly let go of his companion. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you, the floating technique only allows you to ascend into the air and make small movements, but... It won't be wrong! Absolutely not wrong!"
"What on earth are you trying to say?" As a leader, you need to be a little more determined.
"That's the 'Dance Wind Technique'! That's definitely 'Dance Wind Art'!" The mage seemed completely unable to calm himself down. "A mage who can use the 'Wind Dance' can kill two level 18 warriors with elemental arrows alone!"
In fact, as soon as the word "Dance of the Wind" was spoken, all the seasoned mercenaries were startled. "Dance of the wind" means to dance with the wind. Anyone doing anything, even breathing, will move the air, and thus there is the wind. Anyone's actions will fall into the eyes of the wind swindler, and there is no way to hide it. And the wind cannot be erased. To be against a man who can manipulate the wind is to stand in the wind and fight against it.
"Isn't that the ultimate divine art of the wind god's beloved? !" Finally Simon Xia asked his question, "Isn't LAN's faith in the god of light and the God of glory?" Saying this, he looked at Gasiah for confirmation.
"There is no necessary practice for faith and divine affection..." "The night before, LAN had killed the two-headed Serpent King with a bow of unknown origin but almost divine, which was far beyond his expectations. For him, there were too many secrets about LAN.
"There are no wind God believers here, are there?" The old mage asked, seeing everyone shaking their heads, he whispered in a somewhat mysterious voice, "Do you think LAN could be some kind of god? Think about it, there are many suspicious things. Amnesia, that bow, divine spells, magic ability, and martial skills are all very strong. Anyone who knows him is willing to work for him."
"It's impossible." One mercenary said, "He's a friend of our commander. It's said they've known each other for a long time."
"Speaking of that, I remember." Osirena moved gracefully to make her seat more comfortable. "When we came, we met an ice wheel woman who claimed to be very familiar with LAN. What was her name?"
"Zuo Tian Lake." " "Emilia said.
"She is the acting leader of our division now, and she is the Saint of the Ice Wheel..."
While the people were discussing LAN's connections with the big shots, LAN had already reached his destination, and before him was a water blue woman.
"You are not tempted by my voice. Why are you in front of me?" The boy's appearance did not surprise her too much. "My name is Karen. Tell me your name, beautiful human."
"LAN." LAN readily gave her name, unimaginably, unimaginably there would be such a similar voice, as fine as broken glass, just good for her...
"Your heart is in a mess because I am like someone you know?" The woman raised her voice and asked.
"Your voices are almost exactly the same." LAN stared at the woman in front of him, and he did not deny that it was only after hearing such a voice that he could not restrain himself and was eager to know what kind of woman the owner of this voice was.
"Is she dead?" Karen chuckled coldly, "That's how people are. They only realize how important something is to them when they lose it, and you are no exception."
LAN laughed too, "Give me another chance and the result won't change. It was I who killed her, to set her soul free, so I killed her, and also to preserve my more important companion. You are beautiful and intelligent, but you do not understand human beings. Maybe a large part of human beings are selfish, but shine because of the rest."
Karen suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, she continued, "Those people die because they shine, because humans have a feeling called jealousy."
"There is too much sorrow in your voice. May I venture to ask what happened?" "LAN asked gently.
"Because of her?" Karen retorted, "Is it because of such similar voices that you care about me so much?"
"Half." LAN always seems to have no temper. "The other half is because your beauty is beyond my expectation."
"Hehe..." Karen smiled shyly. "Maybe you can help her. Come with me."
LAN noticed that it was using her.
"The difference between monsters and humans is that we don't envy." Karen said, "We submit to the strong, bully the weak, and if we don't want to die, we must be strong, so we don't have time to envy others, but humans squander even a hundred years of life."
"Because that's a human being." LAN really couldn't find another explanation.
As the blue-skinned woman entered a nest made of hay, which looked more like a thatched cottage, LAN suddenly had a very bad premonition that he shouldn't have come in, or rather shouldn't have looked at the woman Karen was talking about.
A crystal coffin was placed in a palm-sized space, and what shocked LAN was the girl inside who looked like a white porcelain doll.
The pale blue veins could be faintly seen beneath the skin that was almost transparent, and the purest blonde hair could not hide the slightest radiance of her pretty face. Her long eyelashes seemed to quiver occasionally as if they would open their eyes at any moment, and her small red lips seemed to speak at any moment.
Infatuated.
Such simple words faithfully describe LAN's current mood, but he is not an ordinary person after all. After a moment of absent-minance, there is deep regret. It can be seen that the girl in the coffin seems to have been cursed by some kind of curse. Although she is still alive, it is no different from death, unless the person who cursed her can be found.
"You hope that I... ?" LAN looked at Karen, and he found her gaze so affectionate.
"Anne is my master." Karen smiled apologetically for her misstep, "she took my life, so I must repay her."
LAN did not speak, merely gesturing for her to continue.
"Although it may seem reluctant to bring in irrelevant people to talk about repayment, I have no choice but to do so." Karen carefully lifted the lid of the coffin. "I couldn't even become human when she became what she is today, but I know she was killed by her sister."
"I'm not sure I have a way to lift this curse." "It looks like a combination of a contract of time and a contract of death, the essence of which is actually a curse," LAN said.
You will surely come up with a way. Karen suddenly laughed, "because you are the one mentioned in the curse." Seeing LAN's confusion, Karen went on to explain, "I heard that from a minstrel, the only one who was lured by me and came out alive. He said, "The Great Prophecy says, 'The gates of the other world are opened in the dark ages, the fiery heralds spread across the land of Huangluo, the chirping of the immortal birds will break all curses, and new life will be conceived in the heralds. '"
Hearing "The song of the phoenix," LAN suddenly froze for a moment, and then, as if finally remembering something, listened slightly absent-mindedly as Karen continued.
"You may not have noticed that in the hundred years since my memory began, there have indeed been people with flame-like physical features in this world, but none as pure as you." Karen, after all, is not human. Even if she lived a hundred years, her understanding of such things as prophecy would still be unimpressive.
"I think the person mentioned in the prophecy might be me, but the emblem of fire should be this one." LAN rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, revealing the strange flame-like pattern on his arm, "Fei." A monosyllabic name, called so carefully.
With a clear phoenix cry, a small, flame-like bird landed on LAN's shoulder. The bird turned its head to look at the boy in the crystal coffin, seemingly hesitating for a moment, but eventually flew to her side. With a clear cry, a crimson tear fell into her mouth.
This time the girl's eyelashes really quivered, her eyes opened slightly, and the little flame bird had turned back into a coat of arms and perched in LAN's arms.
The deep blue eyes looked bewildered at their situation, and finally focused on the blue-skinned woman, then spoke a slightly difficult and awkward sentence in a more bewildered clear voice like a lark, "You are Karen?"
"You still remember me." Karen nodded.
Clear eyes fell into fiery pupils, and the girl opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, "... Please take me away... Anticipation, or more like pleading? ! "Please take me away, please..."
LAN was somewhat at a loss, not to mention that he had a task to do, although he liked the girl before him, it did not mean that his reason would allow him to take someone of unknown origin.
"If you are an enemy who fears her, I can only tell you that she has been sleeping for nearly 200 years. Those people, even if they weren't dead, wouldn't have recognized her." "Karen said.
LAN nodded and picked up the girl. "I'm LAN, a priest mage. What's your name?"
"Annie..." The girl seemed to be recalling in distress, "Anastalia, Rank twenty-five..." Twenty-second Light Mage, I should be sixteen..."
There is indeed something to be envied.
LAN whispered something in her ear, and the girl, as if she had found a support, gave a satisfied and sweet smile.