Chapter 119 I'll cut some fruit for you
Chapter 119 I'll cut some fruit for you
It seems that the power of the "bonfire" must have done something to Claymore's soul...
This bonfire is really not simple...
Rogge sighed in his heart, thinking that the group of firewood gatherers might not be as simple as most players thought.
"Claymore, what did you mean by the shattered firewood?"
Roger asked again.
In response to Roger's question, Claymore pondered for a moment: "...Although I didn't hear it clearly when the witch said it, from my understanding, it should be referring to some powerful survivors."
The survivors, as he had mentioned before when talking to Rogge, the narration from the witch's soul also refers to these monsters that have lost their minds.
The powerful survivors perhaps refer to those powerful beings who were lucky enough not to have their sanity consumed by the disaster.
Thinking of this, Roger did not choose to continue questioning Claymore.
It is not difficult to see that he has a very kind and honest character. Perhaps because Rogge fought side by side with him and saved him once, he gave Rogge a lot of trust.
Whenever Rogge asked a question, he would tell what he knew. Even if he didn't know, he would try hard to think about it. Only when he knew nothing at all would he shake his head.
Thinking of this, Roger sighed again in his heart.
He didn't know what the purpose of this so-called "bonfire" was, but he didn't intend to keep this honest, kind and somewhat naive boy in the dark.
"Claymore." Roger was silent for a moment before asking, "...Do you think this arduous and hopeless journey will ever end?"
In response to Roger's question, Claymore nodded firmly without any hesitation.
"There will be."
"Why do you say that?"
"This is what the witch told me. Even if I can't pick up the fire, there will definitely be someone who can do it. Anyway... the world won't get worse, right?"
After hearing his words, Roger couldn't help but smile.
The future of the firewood collector is destined to be dark.
Sadly, even their solid backing, the Bonfire, may not be all bright.
Rogge doesn't think that the power of the spirit candle is necessarily nobler than that of the campfire, maybe they just work in different ways.
The huge difference between the firewood gatherers and the candle spirits may have a reason...
At this point, Rogge already had some vague guesses in his mind.
After a moment of silence.
Rogge looked at the boy in front of him and said seriously: "The soul in your body... is not complete. This may be the reason for your memory loss."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Nonia on Zhuxin Island.
Her soul also came from the dagger, but unlike the dagger witch described by Claymore, who was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, Nonia had lost many memories. This... was no coincidence.
"My soul... is missing?" Hearing Roger's words, Claymore was stunned. Then he felt it himself and didn't notice anything unusual: "Mr. Gro, how did you know?"
"If you believe me, then remember what I said." Rogge shook his head without further explanation.
It is better not to tell him some things, as it may bring disaster.
"It's time to say goodbye. I can't use your spoils, so keep them for yourself."
"this is for you."
All the questions that need to be asked have been asked, and all the words that need to be said have been said. It is time to end this second meeting with the firewood collector.
Roger stood up and handed him a small candle.
"If you encounter other candle spirits, you can ask them for help."
"When necessary, light this candle with the flames of war, and perhaps we will have a chance to meet again."
"This... Mr. Gro..." Claymore looked down at the small candle in his hand with a reluctant look on his face.
"Goodbye."
He nodded and said solemnly.
In this chaotic world full of survivors, he finally met a living person who could speak.
Even though it was Roger who asked him questions most of the time, he still felt that this atmosphere was very good. At least it was not as depressing and lonely as before.
After taking one last look at the young man in front of him, Rogge turned around, and his figure was gradually covered by the blue flames and finally dissipated in the heavy rain outside the fortress.
Looking at the place where he disappeared, Claymore was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, put away the small candle, then crushed the spark in his hand, and his body gradually disappeared.
I wonder if this enthusiastic firewood collector can always keep the fire burning, and where he will go in the endless darkness...
……
[Reconnecting...]
As the darkness in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, Niu Niu finally returned to his game.
"I think I'm the first one to encounter this kind of vicious bug. What a damn bad luck!"
Niu Niu couldn't help but curse. He had just waited for a long time and was anxiously running around at the login interface.
Now I'm finally in.
Then he saw a game prompt appear in his sight.
[Dear Candle Warrior, we are sorry for the inconvenience caused by the game's program error...]
[… We have sent you a bug compensation. Please go to Lingzhu to claim it. I wish you a happy game! ]
Niu Niu raised his eyebrows when he saw this, then walked to the spirit candle and touched it, feeling a little surprised.
"Hey, the game officials are really good. There are actually compensations for a bug in an internal beta game. Not bad, not bad. The attitude is very good."
"Just for this reason, I must recharge once the game is officially launched!"
Niu Niu said righteously.
Of course, it would have been more convincing if he had said this before seeing the 100 wax compensation.
Afterwards, he happily entered the underground space, ready to put his theory of skipping classes into practice.
But his expression soon froze.
Shit, where is my boss?
Where is that big lady Tyranny and her puppy? Gone?!
Niu Niu found it a little unbelievable.
He had just reset this copy not long ago, and it cost him nearly a hundred candles.
Doesn't this mean that he has to spend wax oil to reset it and go through it again?
Damn! No wonder they compensated me with 100 wax oil!
Niu Niu's happy mood suddenly turned into a bitter one. After all this, he didn't know whether he had lost money or not... Anyway, he definitely didn't make any profit!
……
[Brothers, I met a firewood collector again today! This time I met an honest kid, and I got a lot of words out of him. Come and analyze it! ]
【…】
In the Lingzhu forum, a post attracted a lot of attention as soon as it was published. For some unknown reason, the official quickly gave this post a highlight.
However, the content is barely worthy of this masterpiece.
"What the hell? The firewood gatherer at the bonfire burns his soul to revive? This is too pitiful, bro. Isn't this just the youth version of the pure spirit candle?"
"High EQ: youth version, low EQ: castrated version."
"This firewood collector is so miserable. He lives in such a small place and can't communicate with other firewood collectors. If too many people die, their souls will be wiped out. God, this is the real victim!"
"Come on, no matter how miserable people are, don't they still have a dagger witch to accompany them? If I were given a dagger witch, I would be willing to burn my soul!"
"What you said is wrong. We obviously have Miss Nonia too!" "Don't mention it. It makes me angry. We have so many candle spirits, why is there only one candle-guarding witch? If there are a thousand more, we can get ten for each person!"
"Wake up, this candle keeper witch is not ours. It was assigned to the candle keeper by the official."
"Damn the candle keeper, brothers, come with me into the cave and seize the candle keeper's throne, wouldn't it be great! (Angry)"
"I took a screenshot. I'll report you to the Candle Keeper later."
"No, brother, there were too many people outside..."
"..."
A group of players who are keen on browsing forums to improve themselves suddenly started a heated discussion.
With the increasing popularity of the game and the increase in the number of users, coupled with the storyteller's videos and the recent release of high-quality photos and videos, the number of people on the Lingzhu Forum is increasing.
This naturally makes many players addicted to it and fascinated by Lingzhu. Even if they don’t get a place, they can still be familiar with all the terms and backgrounds in the game.
Of course, in addition to players who just play with memes and abstract ideas for fun, there are also those who seriously discuss the plot.
Miao Ge did not fail the exam: "What do you think of the distance? @诗和远方"
Poetry and Distance: “I haven’t finished reading it yet.”
I suppress all enemies: "No puns allowed!"
I will suppress all enemies: "No, no, no puns!"
...This group of players tend to go off topic while talking, but fortunately, there are people who read it carefully and analyzed it.
Storyteller: "The relationship between this so-called 'bonfire' and the firewood gatherer is almost the same as that between the candle spirit and the candle, but I feel that the bonfire doesn't seem to care that much about the firewood gatherer..."
Scheming Frog: "We have a dedicated witch, but you still don't care?"
Storyteller: "It's hard to say... But I just feel that without any evidence and too little information, this firewood collector named Claymore is obviously too immature. What the witch said to him basically went in one ear and out the other, leaving only a little response echoing in his head..."
Storyteller: "The term Fire Temple must be highlighted and memorized. It should be very important."
Storyteller: "There must be a reason why firewood gatherers cannot meet each other..."
Storyteller: "Alas, I actually have an idea, but I don't know whether I should tell it or not..."
Zhan Dou Shuang: "Speak up! Can you type faster?"
After a while.
Storyteller: "Hey, I want to hear what happened next..."
When it came to the key point, the storyteller obviously fell into his old habit again. He stopped talking halfway through, and liked to see others wanting to know the answer but unable to do so.
Battle is cool: "? Damn! What's your idea? Tell me, tell me!!!"
Brother Miao did not fail the exam: "This stinking storyteller, his old problem has come back again, right?"
My hamster is called Gua Gua: "Oh, storyteller, you are so annoying!"
Chun Tingyue said: "Where is Brother Aotian? Where is Brother Wudi? Justice Execution, please save him!"
In this regard, the two emperors seemed to have tacitly agreed not to show up.
Rogge, who had been spying on the players' screen, also looked dangerous.
But someone finally took action.
Scheming Frog: “?”
The Scheming Frog: "Don't worry, brothers. I'll come to cut some fruit for this kid. @Storyteller (smile)(smile)(smile)(picture)"
Looking at the picture of the man holding a kitchen knife sent by the Scheming Frog, the storyteller, who was keeping the suspense and grinning at the anxious looks of the others, suddenly felt his hand tremble.
He didn't dare to say anything about other people, but he knew this guy, Frog, too well. Not only did he know his address, but he also kept his word. Although it was impossible for him to be chopped, he would definitely get a beating...
Thinking of this, the storyteller became a little uneasy and quickly shouted towards the studio door: "Fan, fan! Close the door! Close the iron door downstairs! Quick!"
"Huh? Oh."
Thump thump thump thump... bang!
"Why close the door?" The scheming frog pushed open the door and gave him a kind smile...
……
Storyteller: "Ahem, brothers, I swear here that I will never keep you in suspense again."
After a brief reassurance, he quickly put forward his ideas.
"In fact, the idea I just mentioned is just a speculation based on an assumption. Let's assume that the player's spiritual candle and the firewood collector's bonfire are products of the same level."
"The host has said before that this firewood collector can also draw strength and weapons from dead monsters."
"Under such circumstances, compared to the spiritual candle's consumption of wax to revive, the bonfire's burning of the soul to reshape the body seems a bit strange."
"It's also very strange that the bonfire doesn't allow the firewood gatherers to meet each other. It's obvious that helping each other will only make the firewood gatherers stronger."
"So, under this premise, I have only one conclusion—"
"If the firewood collectors are carrying heavy loads, then there must be someone else who is enjoying a peaceful life..."
To speak human words is to make a profit from it.
"Of course, if the assumption is not true, then everything is out of the question. Bonfire may just be a pure lack of ability..."
Although it was just a hypothesis, there was undoubtedly some truth to his speculation.
Of course, everything is based on the premise that it is established.
Zhan Dou Shuang: "That makes sense. I think so too."
My hamster is called Gua Gua: "It's not easy. The storyteller finally found his conscience and won't keep us in suspense anymore! (crying)"
My son failed the exam, so I went ashore: "Hey, storytellers are not allowed to move around, and Frog's knife has just been sharpened."
Brother Miao did not fail the exam: "I saw the photos in the group, and I feel relieved. Brother Aotian and Brother Wudi are not as good as my Brother Wa."
I suppress all enemies: "I just saw it, don't be so mean."
Braum is not deaf: "Maybe we can ask the Candle Keeper?"
……
Ask me what's the use...
After reading the discussion in the forum, Roger was thoughtful.
Naturally, he posted that post using a pseudonym in order to arouse the curiosity of players and see how they view this matter.
Now it seems that they have indeed provided Rogge with some feasible ideas.
Rogge was also prepared for this.
The small candle he gave to Claymore was a sign of preparation.
This thing is equivalent to a tracker. As long as Claymore carries it, Rogge can get vague feedback through the perception of the spirit candle.
If the being behind the bonfire is stronger than the spirit candle, it might be able to detect it.
But now it seems... it seems not?
Although Rogge could not determine the exact location, he could still vaguely feel the presence of the small candle from the feedback.
Didn't notice?
Could it be that he was overthinking it? Was this bonfire just weak?
Roger frowned slightly and called Nonia again. Naturally, he had to tell her about this matter, perhaps it would awaken some of her memories.
Please give me a monthly ticket!!!
(End of this chapter)