The Fool of the Gods

The process of crossing the space channel is too boring, so I skipped it.

After reaching the other side, the five players hugged each other and began to move forward.

They didn't know which area of ​​the Sigh Forest this was, but the old patriarch said that holding the wild lantern would attract Epuska to come for food, so they just needed to walk with their heads covered.

However, the historian must not be allowed to take the lead at this time, so Hong Lin walked in front with a freshly made wooden spear, the puppet master drove the puppet to the rear, and the hunter acted as the eyes of the whole team in the formation. As for the other two...

They were already chatting enthusiastically under the protection of the three.

"Brother Shit Officer, let's talk about the gossip of [Prosperity] again."

Cheng Shi leaned on Zuo Qiu with his arm around his shoulder, with a warm face.

"What else is there to say? Didn't we finish yesterday?"

"How can that be? You just mentioned one of His sons. Didn't you say He has four children? Tell me, tell me all!"

"I've said that the two older historical schools have never heard of it. As for the last one, you should be familiar with it at this level, right?"

"Lele'er, I understand."

Zuoqiu nodded: "Yes, it's Lele'er, the [Fear Mother Tree]. Our colleagues once found records about Him in the tribal secrets in the southwestern rainforest, but the contents are kept secret..."

"Bald, change people! Brother Shit said he wants to play forward!"

"But it's not impossible to say..." Zuoqiu quickly covered Cheng Shi's mouth and said helplessly, "You can't bully honest people."

"Honest people?" Cheng Shi laughed, "Honest people can't get to 2300. Okay, it's all Liao Zhai, why play foxes, tell me, brother, I'll trade you with interesting memories."

"Really?" Zuoqiu's eyes lit up when he heard that there was a memory collection.

"It's true, but it depends on whether what you say is valuable."

Zuo Qiu nodded, and after a moment's thought, he said:

"Le Le Er is the youngest daughter of the [Mother of Prosperity], and was given the divine name [Prosperous Branches], and is one of His messengers.

It is said that Le Le Er has never felt fear since he was born from the [Mother Tree]. He grew wantonly and protected the entire rainforest, until one day [Prosperity] summoned him again, taught him that not knowing reverence is the beginning of disaster, and asked him to leave the rainforest to find his own fear.

Le Le Er went there happily. He first summoned countless people on the land he protected to listen to what they feared. After learning that all his people were afraid of death, he went to the distant void and asked to see a true God. "

Cheng Shi raised his eyebrows and continued: "Death!"

"Yes, it is Death, but Death did not meet Lele'er, but he did not neglect him either.

He asked his messenger, Bone Butcher, Garuda..."

"Wait! What, Bone...Butcher?" Cheng Shi blinked, thinking he had heard it wrong, "Isn't this also a...god name?"

Zuo Qiu nodded and said: "Yes, Bone Butcher is the most trusted messenger of Death, and the follower god who has followed him the longest. His god name was also given by Death himself."

"..."

That's great, sir. It turns out that you have already demonstrated the amazing naming skills in that era!!!

"Are there any questions?"

"No, absolutely no questions, continue."

Zuo Qiu glanced at Cheng Shi who was puzzled, and continued:

"He asked Garuda to receive Lele'er. Mortals don't know what happened afterwards, but the records in the rainforest tribe wrote:

Lele'er accepted Garuda's advice and went to the [Sea of ​​Desire] to find fear, and then jumped in at Garuda's instigation.

But not all people who can swim can swim in the [Sea of ​​Desire]. Lele'er was obviously deceived, so he was pulled by his own desires and degenerated into the [Mother Tree of Fear] that can only absorb the fear of the universe!

He did find fear, but it was no longer meaningful.

And because of this, the relationship between [Prosperity] and [Death] is no longer as friendly as before."

Hearing this, the smile on Cheng Shi's face disappeared.

Fake!

Lie!

He didn't mean that the history recorded by the rainforest tribe was wrong, but that Zuo Qiu lied when he told the end of this history!

The historian hid the true history and told himself a lie!

Interesting, what does he want to do?

Cheng Shi glanced at him meaningfully, and then pretended to be indifferent and said: "That's it?"

"Well, history seems long and vast, but it is actually fleeting.

After all, the stories that happened over thousands of years are just a few inches of thick paper.When it comes to our mouths, there will probably be only a few words of jokes left.

So, that's it. "

Zuoqiu smiled with emotion, turned around and asked: "Okay, now is it time to talk about your interesting memory?"

Cheng Shi smiled brightly and quickly replied: "I am an orphan."

"?"

As soon as these words fell, except for Zuoqiu, the few people who were eavesdropping were also stunned, especially the dream-peeping ranger Jiang Wumei. He caught a glimpse of the smile on Cheng Shi's face and suddenly felt that Cheng Shi seemed to have let go of the past.

That's right, the world doesn't exist anymore, what else can't be let go.

Zuoqiu thought for a few seconds before realizing that this was the memory Cheng Shi wanted to share. He opened his mouth in disbelief: "No more?"

Cheng Shi nodded calmly: "No more, isn't it wonderful?"

"..." Zuoqiu's face darkened, "Wonderful... Wonderful, you are indeed an orphan. ”

“…”

You better not be scolding me!

While the two were chatting, the group kept changing directions and walked forward in the forest for several hours. Until the dark sun passed the zenith again, they still hadn’t found any trace of Epsilon.

Considering that the night was not safe and everyone had no safe way to spend the night, a group of people turned around and prepared to go back from another direction.

But this time they didn’t go far. Not far from their side, a sighing tide of sorrow like a mountain overturning hit them again.

At the same time, in the rolling fog, a pair of eyes flashing with blue flames suddenly opened, looking in the direction of the group with cold and greed.

Honglin and the hunter were the first to discover the abnormality. They turned around and looked to their side, and then saw the blue pair of eyes. The eyes "rose from the ground" in the mist, higher and higher, and stopped only when they were raised to a height that would make people look up and break their necks.

Everyone's face tightened, and they were all shocked.

How could it be so big! ?

Fortunately, although they were shocked, everyone's on-the-spot reaction was not slow at all.

The druid took out the baptism of new life at the first time, the hunter took out his bow and arrow, drew the bow and stringed it, the puppet master stepped forward and drove the royal sister puppet to stand in front of everyone, and the historian opened his history book and prepared to chant the poem of [Memory].

The idiot...ah no, the daily warrior hid behind everyone and took a stance. To put it nicely, it was to protect their teammates' backs, and to put it bluntly, it was to let the teammates send them first and then wait for an opportunity to move.

Hong Lin frowned slightly and sprinkled the baptism of new life on everyone, and then asked without looking back:

"How is the fate?"

Cheng Shi was stunned, and then answered very ambiguously: "It's okay? "

But this "OK" somehow turned into "I'll definitely win" in Hong Lin's ears, so she laughed loudly, suddenly changed from defense to offense, and flew forward in front of everyone's stunned gaze.

As she pounced into the air of the Sighing Tide, her body began to change wildly again, but this time it was no longer the two-person-high jungle leopard that landed, but a burly and majestic...bear like an iron tower!

A giant bear with golden hair and even a helmet on its head!

"Fuck..."

Cheng Shi looked up at the giant bear that didn't look like a normal creature, and finally figured out why this [Prosperity] God Chosen always pretended to be casual with some hand-rolled wooden guns, because she was not a warrior who used guns at all!

She really used claws, but not cat claws, but bear claws!

Oh my god, what the hell is this thing! ! ? ?

"The royal bear spirit, the personal guard of [Prosperity], the subordinate in charge of tribal wars, the bald girl... has become stronger again. ”

“?”

Cheng Shi felt that the historian was a little strange. He stared at the giant bear that was charging wildly and asked casually, “Do you know her well?”

“Not really, I just heard it from others.

After all, every [God’s Chosen] is admired by low-end players like us. It’s always right to find out more about them to give yourself some motivation. Of course, you, the Weaver of Destiny, don’t count. You are the top players like her and belong to the group of people we are asking about.”

Cheng Shi frowned and didn’t answer.

Zuo Qiu paused for a moment and continued, “The reason why the God’s Chosen is the God’s Chosen is not only because they have been recognized by [Them], but also because they have their own outstanding qualities.

Some people are good at business, some are good at layout, some are good at planning, and some are proficient in calculation, but she is different…”

“What’s the difference?” This time it was not Cheng Shi, but the hunter who couldn’t help asking.

“She is very good at fighting, very good at fighting.

You know, although the warriors of [War] are called brave warriors, they may not really be brave warriors. There may be some generals hiding their identities among them.Or a cunning strategist who is good at planning and strategizing.

But the one in front of you is a true warrior who has never lost in the trial!

She is never the smartest player, but she is the most capable and daring player.

There is a joke that is often circulated among the top players:

If the bald head is a sharp arrow, it will be trapped in every battle.

This is a good example. "

As soon as the voice fell, two earth-shaking roars sounded from the depths of the fog.

"Roar--"

"Roar! ! ! "

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