Ark, Forced to Be the Spirit Behind Them

Now her legs are weak, her strength has been exhausted, and it takes a while to recover from normal walking. It doesn't seem bad to walk with this team...

and..

Shirtel's senses are very keen, she can sense the coming of crisis, of course, except for the case of dazed.

He didn't feel the crisis, and he didn't feel any malice, so Shirtel didn't worry that this group of Sarkaz people would be bad for him.

and...

Gollum.

Accompanied by the 'screaming' sound coming from the lower abdomen.

Stuart knew he was hungry.

why?

Why are you hungry when you obviously ate something the day before?Could it be because of too much consumption just now?

Temporary exhaustion of strength, fatigue, and hunger entangled Shirtel at this moment, making her frown. After thinking for a while, she nodded.

Seeing that the other party actually agreed, Niyan was about to help Shirtel up, but was avoided by the other party. She was so cold that she didn't want to have more intimate contact with any strangers. It would be best to be a nodding acquaintance , become friends who talk about everything?

annoying....

Shirtel picked up the great flaming sword stuck on the ground. The huge sword was so light in Shirtel's hand that it seemed to have no weight. Walk.

For a newcomer to temporarily join the mud rock team, the other members did not have any opinions, and even expressed a strong welcome.

Too many compatriots died along the way.

They are also eager for newcomers to join, and they are also extremely powerful newcomers who have saved them. Although they are afraid of the flame monster summoned by Shirtel, since the other party chooses to join, it means that they are not enemies and do not need much help. fear.

Because Silter was hungry.

The rations that were already in short supply were forced to be shared equally by one more person, but no one complained.

Dryly gnawing on the hard dry food, she always felt that something was missing, so she asked lightly.

"Is there... ice cream?"

"?"

This wonderful appeal completely covered the mudstone.

"never mind..."

Shirtel sighed, grabbed a handful of snow on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, it was all ice, although it didn't have any taste, but he could barely handle it.

After eating the dry food, Shirtel's physical strength recovered a bit and he was able to walk on his own. In the next march, Shirter followed behind and didn't want to get close to the team, and the mud rock team already knew Some of the character of this 'monster' does not take the initiative to bother, and her physique seems to be different from ordinary people.

In such a cold situation, ordinary people should consume more energy to maintain the temperature of the body surface, but Shirtel is a bit abnormal. If necessary, she only needs to eat one or two meals a day. Dayton, very easy to feed.

The reason why Shirtel has been following the mud rock team is because he was communicating with Lu Ling.

On the big flaming sword in her hand, there was a human figure transformed from a handful of small flames floating beside Shirtel.

"So, little girl, don't you remember what happened to you before?"

After the brief exchange between Lu Ling and Shirtel just now, Lu Ling also probably knew about the situation of this pretty girl. She has serious memory defects. As long as the timeline is a little bit longer, she can't remember it. I can only remember the memories of the last few years, and even with the passage of time, the memories not long ago have become more and more blurred. Only now, the current memories are the most real.

However, this memory deficit is not the same as mere amnesia.

Shirtel had too many memories in his mind, and they were too fragmented, causing the fragments of memories that once belonged to him to be like sand in the water, disappearing in a flash, which caused this special way of amnesia.

"Well, Levantin."

Stel said.

Her voice is calm, but not as cold as ice-cold. It's just that she has been alone for a long time, and she is not used to the kind of high-coldness that is used to talking and getting along with others. For short... a bit of a small house..

"My name is Lu Ling..."

"Well, Levantin."

"..."

Levantin should be the name of that flame giant.

Lu Ling doesn't want to argue with Shirtel about the name anymore, so you can call it whatever you like.

"I think I know something about the memory problem?"

As soon as Lu Ling said this.

Shirtel's eyes suddenly widened, and the eyes also became a little brighter. The expression on her face flashed a bit of surprise, and there was a little more desire in the depths of her eyes. She was very fond of her past. Care, the messy memory of the alarm clock made her forget the past, and even who she is. She only knows that she is called Shier Teer, and this sword is called Levantin.

I don't know the rest.

and so.

During these years, she has been traveling in various parts of Terra, constantly looking for the places where the fragments of memory flashed, hoping to find the memories that really belong to her, however, as time goes by...

Shirtel even forgot her first memory, and now she doesn't even know when she set off to travel, she only knows to search and search.

She is human after all...

Over the years, I have traveled to many places, met many people, and witnessed the happy and ordinary lives of many ordinary people. I also envy ordinary people who can easily recall the past and live with their families, let alone their families. , don't even know who you are, parents?family?past?

Lu Ling's words surprised Shirtel a little.

"I want to know, Levantine."

Lu Ling said slowly: "There are too many memories in your soul that do not belong to you, which is also the reason for your amnesia, and I think you should have guessed the source of these memories before, from this sword, This sword is a divine weapon, it used to belong to the ancient flame god's weapon, but after the ancient god's death, the power was shattered, and a part of it merged into this sword, and this sword is constantly looking for every master, yours These memories come from those sword masters before you."

"After you inherit this sword, your soul will fuse with the power of Levantine in the sword, and the incomplete memories contained in Levantine will also be inherited into your soul."

After listening to Lu Ling's explanation.

Shirtel's expression dimmed a little, his beautiful appearance was even a bit charming, cold and touching.

"Is that so?"

In fact, she had guessed a lot, but now her guess was confirmed by Lu Ling.

"Then what should I do? Levantin..."

Lu Ling regretted and said: "I'm sorry, Miss Stelter, I can't do anything, the memories in your mind are too messy, and I don't know which memories belong to you and which memories belong to other people."

Shirtel sighed, a little disappointed, she originally thought that she could get back the memories she had once been sure...

At least let yourself know where your past, your parents, and your former home are.

at this time.

Lu Ling suddenly said something.

"However, I can use my soul power to create a special barrier in your soul to completely cover your current memories. In this way, all your memories from now on will not disappear, but will be different from normal Like a human being, it can be easily recalled.”

"!!!"

After listening to Lu Ling's words.

Shirter trembled inwardly.

However, the expression on his face was still very calm, even a little cold. As an old otaku, Lu Ling knew why Shier Teer had such an expression. I don't know what to say, and I don't know how to express my emotions.

"Relax, I'm coming in."

Lu Ling, who turned into a flame villain, gently pressed against Shirtel's cheek, and then the power of the soul was injected into Shirtel's body. In the soul, all the previous memories are 'packaged', and another completely blank place is used to store new memories.

"It's over."

Lu Ling patted his little flaming hand.

"If there is no accident, you should not lose your memory in the future, but you still need to find the memory before today."

Shirtel was silent for a moment, and finally suppressed a hum, his expression was still cold, as if he didn't want to accept Lu Ling's affection at all.

However..

+1500

When the wish power was poured into Lu Ling's soul, the corners of his mouth twitched.

What a shame.

In the mudstone team ahead, the Sarkaz mercenaries were whispering to their captain.

"Captain, Miss Shirtel seems to be talking to that little flame!! Could that little flame be the monster from before?"

On the contrary, Muyan didn't care.

"What's weird about that, I used to talk to my 'partner' a lot too."

After all, Mu Yan raised the hammer in his hand and the small stone figure in his armor pocket.

"..."

After walking for a few more hours, the mud rock team did not go well, and they still couldn't find any place to rest. Moreover, some of their comrades who were seriously injured in the previous battle couldn't stand it anymore, and they could only last for two days at most. , if not treated again.

can only say.

Sarkaz's body is so terrifying.

With an injury of this level, ordinary people would have died long ago if they couldn't get treatment immediately, but this Sarkaz mercenary was able to carry it for three days.

soon.

it's dark.

The sky in the snowfield got dark faster than other places, and after dark, the temperature dropped a lot again. The mudstone team habitually set up a tent to shelter from the wind, and found a place with relatively little wind to grow a cloud. A large group of people sat around the flames, and the flames reflected their profiles.

Shirtel is like a student with no friends. She sat alone in a corner and drank a cup of hot tea silently. Her lower body was covered with a skirt, revealing her long and white legs. In this sub-zero temperature, the thighs of ordinary people would have frozen into popsicles. But Shirtel's legs were still soft, without any signs of being frozen, and even warm to the touch.

"Sister Muyan, where are we going to fight next? Our supplies are almost gone, and there are no medical supplies..."

Another person said: "But... even if we go to the supply place, can we afford it? We are penniless now, not even a single Longmen coin."

"I sold my pants!"

"Who wants the original underpants you haven't changed in a year? They're all patted?"

"Tsk..."

The tall mudstone couldn't do anything, she added a handful of wood to the fire, and sighed slightly.

A foothold?