The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

When it comes to red crystals, I have to think of black crystals that look similar but feel completely different.

"You mean black crystals?" The high priest shook his head: "There are too many types and records of black crystal-like ores on Hefeng Continent. In the absence of physical objects, I can't tell which one you are referring to."

"That kind of black crystal can melt into my left arm" I thought for a while, and added: "It's like melting ice in silt."

"Well, you expressed it very clearly, I can also imagine that state of ablation, but" she shook her head again: "Only these, I still can't tell what it is."

"That's really a shame" I sighed disappointedly.

"If you can find something like that, bring it over, and I'll help you identify it."

It seems that only monsters that are very powerful and behave strangely will explode, but the behavior of such monsters is very rare, I don't even know where to meet them.

Moreover, last time I bought the black crystal because I was tricked. Speaking of which, the dwarf liar who sold me the black crystal is really abhorrent!

Eh?

correct!

Dwarf liar!

I remember the last time I was deceived by him, in his slightly open pocket, I still vaguely saw the peculiar luster that only black crystals can reflect.

In other words, his black crystal is more than just my one!

Thinking of this, I smiled comfortably: as long as I find him and find the dwarf liar, I can get the black crystal again. As long as the black crystal is available, I can ask the high priest to help me identify what it is.

The black crystal matter was put aside for the time being. I asked the high priest: "His high priest, do you know the origin of the big sword I used?"

In fact, Odachi had told me its origin before, and I still have a clear impression of what it said, but I decided to ask the high priest again, mainly because-I really can’t believe that every word of Odachi It's true, especially the statement that it was forged with more than 300 knives, which made me feel even more suspicious.

"Your Odachi?" The high priest said softly. Seeing me nodding, she stroked the bright eye, raised her head again, and looked at the dark ceiling.

I'm familiar with this movement. She just did it once before. It was a movement that merged with the eye of light.

For a long time, the high priest slowly lowered his head, moved his hand away from the Eye of Light, and sorted out her thoughts. She said: "Your Odachi and your origin are the same. You are not from this world. The difference is, You only have the soul that came here, and it came here with the soul and body."

"That's it" I said: "Can you see who made it?"

"I can't see." The high priest shook his head: "Your sword is the same as you. Your future is blurred. The difference is that your future is completely blurred, but its future is clear. The figure is always by its side, and that figure is you."

"Nani?" I looked dumbfounded: "In other words, can I never get rid of this big sword?"

"Yes" the high priest said: "Why are you so surprised? Are you dissatisfied with your sword?"

"If your Eye of Light is also a weapon that has a soul and is constantly talking about it, would you be satisfied with it?"

"Of course" the high priest looked solemnly: "This is the treasure my lord bestows on me. Looking at it is as if I have seen my lord. No matter what it becomes, I will worship it religiously and use it cherished."

Well, understandable, the situation is different, the belief is different.

You treat the person who gave you the eye of light as a god, but I am different. I have no relationship with the owner of the Odachi, or its forger. In this case, I definitely won’t believe in it or worship it. , Or use it cherished, besides, it not only babbles, but also makes relentless complaints to me!

"Although my eyes can't see your future and essence" the high priest said: "But I can be sure that this big sword is by no means an ordinary sharp blade. Maybe one day, it will play a key role."

I asked casually: "How critical is it?"

"Decide everything."

I was shocked by this, and it is everything, it?

Well, I admit that it does have many other things, such as its ability to change its own weight, for example, it is very strong, it does not require maintenance up to now, and its sharpness does not need to be questioned, and its material is very special. It is easy to clean, whether it is stained with blood or the juice of a rotten puppet, just wipe it with a rag and it will be cleaned immediately.

In addition to these, it only has the characteristic of endless complaints, and it seems that only me can hear its complaints, and it has no effect on other people.

Ha ha.

I smiled hard: Isn't this key role to use complaints to drive me crazy?

Since the high priest said that she couldn't see the Odachi incident, it would be useless for me to ask related questions.

However, to judge by the expression and tone of Kagali I saw before I came here, the chance of seeing the high priest and being able to talk to it is infinitely equivalent to encountering all the opponents in the top 20 matches of the Wind Contest. The possibility of diarrhea.

So, I decided to sit for a while and think hard about what else I could talk about.

After much deliberation, it really made me think of a topic—the depths of the Fairy Forest, the hidden ancient tombs, and what wonderful things are hidden in this vast ocean.

After rationalizing my thinking, I took the lead to ask the first question: "Your High Priest, do you know the depths of the Fairy Forest?"

The high priest shook his head: "I don't understand."

Let me go, the answer is too simple and neat, just rely on three words to directly solve the problem that I have been thinking about? No, it should be said to be rejected?

Just as I was mad, the high priest continued: "Although I originated from Moonlight City, the depths of the Fairy Forest have always been called the forbidden land of Moonlight City. Although it is called the forbidden land, there are very few guards. ."

"Why?" I asked cooperatively.

"Because in the depths of the Fairy Forest, there are countless monsters who were driven there in ancient times," the high priest said: "Rumors say that the strength of those monsters is very terrifying, and there are even heroes beyond legends."

"Are they so awesome?" I couldn't help asking: "Then why didn't they leave the depths of the Fairy Forest and occupy Moonlight City and even the entire Hefeng Continent?"

"That's because they don't dare" the high priest smiled: "They are still on the verge of fear and panic."

"What is it that makes that kind of existence feel terrifying?" I couldn't help but blurt out.

"It's the breath left by the people who drove them away." The high priest groaned for a moment, and slowly said, "There is also the smell of blood that scared them."

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