Hearing the words of the Hanging Man, Klein suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart. He had a bad premonition. He didn't try to make up any character, put down the lantern, took out two sticky notes from his pocket, kneaded them into a ball, and stuffed them into his left and right ears.
Seeing that German Sparrow did not ask and did it directly, Alger couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt that working with experienced guys was really worry-free and trouble-free. Even adventurers with crazy titles could listen to reasonable words and know what to do and what not to do.
He was about to throw the dead mouse with a little warmth in his hand towards the psychedelic wind chime tree to attract the other party to capture it when he suddenly saw the weeds shaking next to him, and a tiger with yellow skin and black patterns emerged.
With the graceful sound of wind chimes, the tiger walked towards the strange trees ahead step by step. Its movements were normal, its eyes were dull, and it felt an indescribable sense of evil.
Seeing this, Alger lowered his arms and temporarily gave up the attempt to throw out the dead mouse. He endured the severe headache and calmly watched the yellow-skinned tiger walking to the front of the psychedelic wind chime tree in the increasingly rapid and louder melodious sound.
It squatted down, raised its right claw, popped out its sharp nails, and scratched its neck.
Blood flowed out, and the tiger seemed to lose its sense of pain. It continued to pull its claws to make the wound deeper and longer. Then, it began to peel off its fur bit by bit, revealing its bloody and naked body.
The sound of the wind chime gradually subsided, and the branches suddenly came alive and spread downwards, piercing into the tiger's body that had lost its fur protection and was unbearable to look directly at.
Alger, who had already been ready, immediately pulled out the short blade from his waist, opened his mouth, and sang hoarsely:
Impact, Impact, Impact,
The sea is rushing into the ash and cold rocks!
Impact, Impact, Impact,
The sea, cracked under the foot of the rock!(Note 1)
His singing is rough and heroic, but it is no longer tuned, completely contrary to the normal cognition of humans and living things, and has a noise-like roar with metal texture, full of power that makes people irritable, disgusting and headache.
The branches of the psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, and they all took them back together, as if they were about to curl up together. The beautiful ringtone that rang out slightly dimmed the terrible noise.
Although Klein next to Alger blocked his ears with a ball of paper and took the initiative to restrain his spirituality, his forehead was also roaring at this moment, and his heart instantly felt the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him.
Moreover, he felt like he was torn in his mind, and the muscles and blood vessels under his skin were slightly squirming on their own.
Others need money to sing, but the singing of the gentleman is deadly!Klein used complaints to fight his inner irritability.
Impulse!Impulse!Impulse!
The burst of each word of Alger gradually moved closer to the sound of the waves hitting the reefs, and one silver-white lightning after another fell, as if there were bursts of cheers after wave.
The silver white lights up one after another, and they all slashed to the surface of the psychedelic wind chime tree, making the strange tree tremble uncontrollably, making the branches shaking stiff and chaotic, making it difficult to make neat hypnotic sounds.
Alger seized this opportunity, left the dead mouse behind, and stretched out the short blade in his hand.
The sound of the whimpering wind sounded, and invisible sharp blades rushed over and slashed on the branch closest to the torso at the top of the psychedelic wind chime tree.
Snap!
The translucent fruit, the size of a fist, fell straight away, was swept up by a strong wind, and flew into Alger's palm. The trees covered with eyes-like cracks solidified, and the remaining branches hang down at the same time, losing their vitality.
Sure enough, as long as the correct information was collected and mastered in advance, extraordinary plants with relatively low intelligence were easier to deal with than animals of the same level... Alger took out the prepared metal tube and packed the fruits of the psychedelic wind chime tree.
Then he turned his head sideways and looked at Germansparo and said:
We continue...
His words suddenly interrupted, and the corresponding phrases that went forward disappeared into his throat.
At this moment, he saw German Sparrow's cold face slightly distorted, and the brown pupil-like whites were slightly red, as if they would burst out at any time and do something to himself at any time.
Alger's spirit suddenly became tense, and he took a slow breath, adding the words just now to the fullest:
Let's keep moving forward.
Let's go.German Sparrow responded in a low and dumb manner, taking the lead in bypassing the psychedelic wind chime tree that entered a withered state and heading deep into the Black Forest.
He did not get spiritual materials such as tree bark and branches, because he would definitely encounter many extraordinary creatures in the future, and he did not have the so-called storage artifact, so of course he had to reserve space for more valuable gains.
Besides, too many things on your body are too heavy, which is obviously not conducive to the clown's agility.
Unfortunately, Ah, they are all lifeless materials, without their own blood, and they cannot enter "Grossell's Travels"... They can be brought in with secret puppets, but this is very troublesome and is not conducive to subsequent exploration... Crane sighed silently while calming down her emotions and getting rid of the residual influence of the singing of the Hanging Man.
This is the most unpleasant and exciting song he has ever heard in his two life!
If the Hanging Man lasts for another minute or two, he cannot guarantee that he can still control the urge to beat the other person.
Just by blocking the ears and restraining the spirituality, the impact can only be weakened, and it cannot be really isolated... Even deaf people can still hear it, which includes spiritual communication... This should be the most difficult ability for the ocean singer to defend. In addition, once it appears, it will definitely not be able to avoid it, and it can only avoid it in advance. This sequence 5 is also quite powerful... However, why does Mr. Hanging Man's singing feel completely different from that of the elf singer Xia Tasi... Klein summed up and analyzed the experience just now, while a little confused.
At this time, Alger, who was walking next to him with a horse lantern, couldn't help but think about a question:
Even German Sparrow couldn't stand my singing for a long time. How should I play the role of the "Ocean Singer"...
In the silent atmosphere, the two of them quickly moved forward among the thick trees covered with snake scales, moving closer to the ancient ruins.
With the Navigator beside him, Klein saved the energy of Bu Jian to find the way and was focused on guarding against the possible sudden attacks around him.
In the dark and silent environment, the two of them had a very horrifying story feeling, and they found that the trees in the black forest began to gradually become sparse in a regular manner.
This is different from the situation when they encountered the demigod-level feathered snake before. The trees were sparse and looked abrupt. This was gradual, giving people the illusion of leaving the black forest as soon as possible.
After passing through this area, you will reach the edge of the ancient ruins.Alger broke the silence and said something.
He paused and added casually:
According to my experience, the closer it gets there, the more dangerous it is. The traces of the demigod-level extraordinary creatures I discovered before were found nearby. However, a strange thing is that there are no clues left by the activities of extraordinary creatures at the edge of the ancient ruins. As for its depths, I don’t know.
This is most likely that there is a more terrifying existence in the ancient ruins. That area is its territory, so other creatures dare not get close to it... Klein muttered.
He had a premonition of the danger of this exploration and also made corresponding divination on the fog in advance. The inspiration he got was that there were twists and turns and problems, but the possibility of leaving safely is quite large.
After the Hanging Man finished speaking, Klein chuckled:
You should be able to know what my guess is.
He didn't say much and entered an area with overgrown weeds and sparse trees.
Alger walked quietly beside him, increasingly convinced that his judgment of Germansparo was correct:
Calm and crazy!
Walking forward for dozens of meters, they suddenly saw a pair of dark blue eyes appearing at the end of the horse light.
It was a black baboon squatting on the branches of trees. Its hair was naturally curled, and black crystals grew one after another on its head. These crystals grew up and clustered irregularly into strange crowns.
As soon as he saw this black baboon, Klein and Alger had the urge to lower their heads at the same time. They seemed to dare not look directly at each other, but felt that they were the master of this forest and their own lord.
Lord...Arger relied on the severe headache caused by the Spirit Whip ring, got rid of the influence, and hurriedly took a step to the left, trying to get out of the front, leaving this extraordinary creature of unknown species to German Sparrow.
This is their previous agreement.
However, he obviously took a step left, but in the end he turned to walk forward, and his legs limped, as if he suddenly needed a crutch.
Subconsciously, Alger pulled out the short blades and let the sharp wind blades whizz towards the black curly baboon.
At this moment, the baboon grinned and smiled.
The wind blade in mid-air suddenly changed direction, either tilted to the left, floated to the right, floated up, or sinking, perfectly did not avoid the target.
Seeing this scene, Klein gave up the plan to approach with a normal method. His left palm glove suddenly became transparent, and his body became invisible.
Alger stopped his stress and saw German Sparrow's figure wearing a half-height silk top hat suddenly appear behind the black curly baboon, with the distance between the two sides being less than 5 meters.
Immediately afterwards, the black curly baboon's body suddenly stiffened, as if it had lost most of its control. It even raised its palm with difficulty, half digging towards its own eyes and half trying to twist something.
And Germansparo had taken advantage of its slowness to lift the iron black revolver held in his right hand and aimed at its head with a deep and dark muzzle.
Then, the crazy adventurer pulled the trigger without expression.
Note 1: Excerpt from Tennyson's "Impulse, Impulse, Impulse"
Seeing that German Sparrow did not ask and did it directly, Alger couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt that working with experienced guys was really worry-free and trouble-free. Even adventurers with crazy titles could listen to reasonable words and know what to do and what not to do.
He was about to throw the dead mouse with a little warmth in his hand towards the psychedelic wind chime tree to attract the other party to capture it when he suddenly saw the weeds shaking next to him, and a tiger with yellow skin and black patterns emerged.
With the graceful sound of wind chimes, the tiger walked towards the strange trees ahead step by step. Its movements were normal, its eyes were dull, and it felt an indescribable sense of evil.
Seeing this, Alger lowered his arms and temporarily gave up the attempt to throw out the dead mouse. He endured the severe headache and calmly watched the yellow-skinned tiger walking to the front of the psychedelic wind chime tree in the increasingly rapid and louder melodious sound.
It squatted down, raised its right claw, popped out its sharp nails, and scratched its neck.
Blood flowed out, and the tiger seemed to lose its sense of pain. It continued to pull its claws to make the wound deeper and longer. Then, it began to peel off its fur bit by bit, revealing its bloody and naked body.
The sound of the wind chime gradually subsided, and the branches suddenly came alive and spread downwards, piercing into the tiger's body that had lost its fur protection and was unbearable to look directly at.
Alger, who had already been ready, immediately pulled out the short blade from his waist, opened his mouth, and sang hoarsely:
Impact, Impact, Impact,
The sea is rushing into the ash and cold rocks!
Impact, Impact, Impact,
The sea, cracked under the foot of the rock!(Note 1)
His singing is rough and heroic, but it is no longer tuned, completely contrary to the normal cognition of humans and living things, and has a noise-like roar with metal texture, full of power that makes people irritable, disgusting and headache.
The branches of the psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, and they all took them back together, as if they were about to curl up together. The beautiful ringtone that rang out slightly dimmed the terrible noise.
Although Klein next to Alger blocked his ears with a ball of paper and took the initiative to restrain his spirituality, his forehead was also roaring at this moment, and his heart instantly felt the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him.
Moreover, he felt like he was torn in his mind, and the muscles and blood vessels under his skin were slightly squirming on their own.
Others need money to sing, but the singing of the gentleman is deadly!Klein used complaints to fight his inner irritability.
Impulse!Impulse!Impulse!
The burst of each word of Alger gradually moved closer to the sound of the waves hitting the reefs, and one silver-white lightning after another fell, as if there were bursts of cheers after wave.
The silver white lights up one after another, and they all slashed to the surface of the psychedelic wind chime tree, making the strange tree tremble uncontrollably, making the branches shaking stiff and chaotic, making it difficult to make neat hypnotic sounds.
Alger seized this opportunity, left the dead mouse behind, and stretched out the short blade in his hand.
The sound of the whimpering wind sounded, and invisible sharp blades rushed over and slashed on the branch closest to the torso at the top of the psychedelic wind chime tree.
Snap!
The translucent fruit, the size of a fist, fell straight away, was swept up by a strong wind, and flew into Alger's palm. The trees covered with eyes-like cracks solidified, and the remaining branches hang down at the same time, losing their vitality.
Sure enough, as long as the correct information was collected and mastered in advance, extraordinary plants with relatively low intelligence were easier to deal with than animals of the same level... Alger took out the prepared metal tube and packed the fruits of the psychedelic wind chime tree.
Then he turned his head sideways and looked at Germansparo and said:
We continue...
His words suddenly interrupted, and the corresponding phrases that went forward disappeared into his throat.
At this moment, he saw German Sparrow's cold face slightly distorted, and the brown pupil-like whites were slightly red, as if they would burst out at any time and do something to himself at any time.
Alger's spirit suddenly became tense, and he took a slow breath, adding the words just now to the fullest:
Let's keep moving forward.
Let's go.German Sparrow responded in a low and dumb manner, taking the lead in bypassing the psychedelic wind chime tree that entered a withered state and heading deep into the Black Forest.
He did not get spiritual materials such as tree bark and branches, because he would definitely encounter many extraordinary creatures in the future, and he did not have the so-called storage artifact, so of course he had to reserve space for more valuable gains.
Besides, too many things on your body are too heavy, which is obviously not conducive to the clown's agility.
Unfortunately, Ah, they are all lifeless materials, without their own blood, and they cannot enter "Grossell's Travels"... They can be brought in with secret puppets, but this is very troublesome and is not conducive to subsequent exploration... Crane sighed silently while calming down her emotions and getting rid of the residual influence of the singing of the Hanging Man.
This is the most unpleasant and exciting song he has ever heard in his two life!
If the Hanging Man lasts for another minute or two, he cannot guarantee that he can still control the urge to beat the other person.
Just by blocking the ears and restraining the spirituality, the impact can only be weakened, and it cannot be really isolated... Even deaf people can still hear it, which includes spiritual communication... This should be the most difficult ability for the ocean singer to defend. In addition, once it appears, it will definitely not be able to avoid it, and it can only avoid it in advance. This sequence 5 is also quite powerful... However, why does Mr. Hanging Man's singing feel completely different from that of the elf singer Xia Tasi... Klein summed up and analyzed the experience just now, while a little confused.
At this time, Alger, who was walking next to him with a horse lantern, couldn't help but think about a question:
Even German Sparrow couldn't stand my singing for a long time. How should I play the role of the "Ocean Singer"...
In the silent atmosphere, the two of them quickly moved forward among the thick trees covered with snake scales, moving closer to the ancient ruins.
With the Navigator beside him, Klein saved the energy of Bu Jian to find the way and was focused on guarding against the possible sudden attacks around him.
In the dark and silent environment, the two of them had a very horrifying story feeling, and they found that the trees in the black forest began to gradually become sparse in a regular manner.
This is different from the situation when they encountered the demigod-level feathered snake before. The trees were sparse and looked abrupt. This was gradual, giving people the illusion of leaving the black forest as soon as possible.
After passing through this area, you will reach the edge of the ancient ruins.Alger broke the silence and said something.
He paused and added casually:
According to my experience, the closer it gets there, the more dangerous it is. The traces of the demigod-level extraordinary creatures I discovered before were found nearby. However, a strange thing is that there are no clues left by the activities of extraordinary creatures at the edge of the ancient ruins. As for its depths, I don’t know.
This is most likely that there is a more terrifying existence in the ancient ruins. That area is its territory, so other creatures dare not get close to it... Klein muttered.
He had a premonition of the danger of this exploration and also made corresponding divination on the fog in advance. The inspiration he got was that there were twists and turns and problems, but the possibility of leaving safely is quite large.
After the Hanging Man finished speaking, Klein chuckled:
You should be able to know what my guess is.
He didn't say much and entered an area with overgrown weeds and sparse trees.
Alger walked quietly beside him, increasingly convinced that his judgment of Germansparo was correct:
Calm and crazy!
Walking forward for dozens of meters, they suddenly saw a pair of dark blue eyes appearing at the end of the horse light.
It was a black baboon squatting on the branches of trees. Its hair was naturally curled, and black crystals grew one after another on its head. These crystals grew up and clustered irregularly into strange crowns.
As soon as he saw this black baboon, Klein and Alger had the urge to lower their heads at the same time. They seemed to dare not look directly at each other, but felt that they were the master of this forest and their own lord.
Lord...Arger relied on the severe headache caused by the Spirit Whip ring, got rid of the influence, and hurriedly took a step to the left, trying to get out of the front, leaving this extraordinary creature of unknown species to German Sparrow.
This is their previous agreement.
However, he obviously took a step left, but in the end he turned to walk forward, and his legs limped, as if he suddenly needed a crutch.
Subconsciously, Alger pulled out the short blades and let the sharp wind blades whizz towards the black curly baboon.
At this moment, the baboon grinned and smiled.
The wind blade in mid-air suddenly changed direction, either tilted to the left, floated to the right, floated up, or sinking, perfectly did not avoid the target.
Seeing this scene, Klein gave up the plan to approach with a normal method. His left palm glove suddenly became transparent, and his body became invisible.
Alger stopped his stress and saw German Sparrow's figure wearing a half-height silk top hat suddenly appear behind the black curly baboon, with the distance between the two sides being less than 5 meters.
Immediately afterwards, the black curly baboon's body suddenly stiffened, as if it had lost most of its control. It even raised its palm with difficulty, half digging towards its own eyes and half trying to twist something.
And Germansparo had taken advantage of its slowness to lift the iron black revolver held in his right hand and aimed at its head with a deep and dark muzzle.
Then, the crazy adventurer pulled the trigger without expression.
Note 1: Excerpt from Tennyson's "Impulse, Impulse, Impulse"
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