this is my ark journey

He walked up to W and said a few words, the girl who had been absent-minded finally turned around.

"Camp here tonight, find a place to roll off to sleep, Phantom, you are on the first shift."

"Why is it me again, isn't it the captain's turn?" Sarkaz, the pair of knives, complained.

"Really? Well, then I'm on duty, I hope you can sleep." W had an amiable smile on his face, and the phantom immediately went to find the commanding heights cursing.

The girl's free will has long been an open secret of the mercenary group. Everyone laughed a few times and dispersed, while Ren looked thoughtfully at the squad leader who was looking for a tree trunk to sit down in a daze.

This woman is not as difficult as I imagined. She hasn't said a few words in the past few days.

W is definitely a professional mercenary, proficient in detection and blasting. When I first met him, I felt crazy and dangerous. After getting along for a long time, I found that he looked a bit like Skadi.

Always walking in front of the team alone, always in a daze, rarely giving orders, obviously in the mercenary regiment but like a lone walker.

It's none of my business, I've seen too many Lone Rangers.

Loneliness comes from trauma and confusion, and Ryan is not a psychiatrist, so he doesn't have to go to see a patient for treatment.

He dragged Ceobe into the woods, and was splitting half of the dinner with a heartbroken face when he was patted heavily on the shoulder.

"One more day, work harder, kid, don't make me lose money!" A bearded Sarkaz mercenary stood behind him, with a long scar on the corner of his mouth making him look very vicious.

Encountering another strange thing, Ren rolled his eyes at the gambling dog, imitating the tone of a mercenary: "Justin, I won't die even if you die."

"Haha, you're dead. Old W told me this too, and then he died." Sarkaz smiled, showing a few yellow teeth, and walked away proudly.

......

Ren, who had just been forced to set up a flag, rubbed his temples. The ghost shark is considered a good person here.

"Ren, is he a bad guy?" Ceobe, who was stuffing black bread into his mouth, raised his head.

"To evaluate a person's quality, don't listen to what he says, but watch how he does it. You eat slowly." Ren said and threw another piece of black bread. This thing is as hard as a stone. Throwing it out can kill people .

But Ceobe had a good mouth and a bottomless digestion ability. He chewed and swallowed it casually, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Well, when you passed by the village yesterday and were ambushed, the bearded man saved your life."

"I can solve it without his arrow." Ren muttered twice, his eyes gradually softened.

Killing and arson, with bloody hands, Sarkaz is indeed bad, but there is amazing unity in a small group with a common goal. At least Justin, who bet all the winnings, didn't shoot himself to death with an arrow.

seeing is believing.

Getting along with him personally, he discovered that Sarkaz is not the demon race that everyone talks about, but a living person, a poor creature suffering in purgatory.

Scourge, Infected, Wasteland, Kazdel...

'I'm on the fence with Suffering, right? 'Ren was a little depressed and even annoyed.

Black Soul suffered until the end and nothing changed, and when Terra was too weak, it seemed that there was no way to change it.

He looked at the sun that was setting in the west, the infinite light was covered by the mountain peaks inch by inch, and the loathsome darkness was coming again. When he was in a daze, the vulgar laughter of the mercenaries came into his ears and woke Renn up.

The Sarkaz who had trekked for a day lit a bonfire and sang extremely ugly war songs.

Hey Sarkaz pick up the knife?

Cowardly people flee everywhere?

Hometown destroyed thousands of times?

Ha, homeland will always be my comrade?

......

The lyrics are vulgar and simple, mixed with some stupid words like beheading Sakota's head, and the tone is even more ups and downs. This group of people can't sing at all, they just howl.

Is home where there are companions?

Ren understood why the Sarkaz gathered together was united, and he shook his head slightly when he recalled the lifeless Rodland.

The world has not come to an end, there is hope, and—

He looked at the wolf-eating Ceobe, at W who was staring at the bonfire in a daze not far away, and at Columbia in the far west.

There must be hope!

Chapter 38 Another fire? ? ?

The flames danced, and the Sarkaz sang loudly. The vulgar laughter and ugly singing sounded like a group of demons living in purgatory.

They are surviving, they are talking, they are singing about their hometown, and they are reminding Rennes.

Even though Kazdel is rotten and can't die any more, even if his compatriots kill each other every day, even if his hometown is destroyed thousands of times, if there is a Sarkaz saber left, this nation will never perish.

Ren just experienced a world of despair, and suddenly remembered that even if the first fire is about to go out, not everyone lies down and waits for death. The undead team is still monitoring the abyss until the last person, ashes travel through the world, eager to keep the first fire alive one second.

Survival is always the strongest instinct of a creature, Sarkaz can't break off the sharp horns, they can only do their best to survive.

Unknowingly, Ren, the fake Sarkaz, also felt the helplessness of having his home destroyed, the sadness of wandering around, and the anger of being an enemy of the world.

The fear of the world is glory?

Sarkaz's blade never stops?

As soon as the guitar sounded and the ditty was sung, Ren's professionalism overwhelmed everyone. He instantly grasped the pitch from a bunch of miscellaneous voices, and combined the boldness of the battle song with the soft chants of the guitar.

Gradually, the other mercenaries closed their mouths and listened intently to his playing and singing. Even W, who was sharpening his knife by the tree, raised his head. His eyes were first appreciative, then confused, and finally a little sad.

Exactly how many people sang this war song and walked onto the battlefield with enthusiasm, but in the end they turned into cold corpses.

The man holding the guitar was reflected in the red pupils, his sadness dissipated, the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up, and his usual dangerous smile appeared again.

"It's really curious how long this enthusiasm can be maintained."

At such a young age, he seemed to see through everything. When the song was over, W no longer cared about his subordinates clamoring for "one more song", and struck the trunk of a tree with the back of his knife to make an aggressive sound.

"Okay, if you keep making noise, that stinky woman Ines will come over and scold people."

The camp was supposed to be silent, but who the hell would be a mercenary if they had iron discipline, and W's unit was especially disorganized and undisciplined.

It's a little disappointing, but no one dares to push it too much. Don't look at W who is in a daze all day long, but in essence he is the best war animal with extremely high prestige.

"Boy, remember to take the time to teach me how to sing, Ma De, I haven't been in the same tune after singing for almost ten years." The bearded gambling dog patted Ren on the shoulder, ready to find a place to sleep.

"That woman has always been so inexplicable?" Ren asked casually. He was just about to play a song by the 'Liu Bai Band' for group building, but he abruptly suppressed his enthusiasm and didn't say anything, and he couldn't understand this W .

He was obviously forced to sing when he was on the deck of the land ship, but now he doesn't want to listen to it, which is quite inconsistent.

"The team leader didn't mean to be a disappointment. If you die tomorrow, everyone will be sad. Maybe there are still a few people who are going to get revenge." The veteran understands it very well, just like he hasn't asked Ren's name until now. .

"Isn't that bad?"

"Of course it's not good. People with hot heads are more likely to die in battle. Nostalgia and freedom are too extravagant in this ghost place of Kazdale. He? The people who sang this song with me have changed a few times." The bearded man said Then he left, leaving Ren alone in a daze.

Does the burden of survival overwhelm all emotions?

Ren never agrees with this kind of forced rationality. According to this, he should have become a ruthless fire transmission machine long ago.

But after countless years, he is still a person with rich emotions. No matter what kind of fucking world he experiences, this heart cannot be changed.

"Hey, Sarkaz has been suffering since he was born." Ren felt something in his heart, but he can't raise his arms and pour chicken soup on everyone now.

"Ren, you are in a bad mood." Ceobe's voice came, she was leaning on a tree trunk, her eyes were shining.

Do you know how to look at your face?Not bad, great progress.

Ren found that Ceobe had also improved, and his gloomy mood suddenly improved. He rubbed the dog's head and said, "It's just that Sarkaz is too bitter, like a group of walking dead who only know how to kill. It reminds me of some old times. I don’t know how it got here.”

What happened just now was too complicated, and it kept lingering in his mind, maybe it was empathy, maybe it was pity, and he couldn't tell for a while.

Keobe blinked, unable to understand complex vocabulary, tilted his head and said, "So you want to save them?"

"I can't talk about it, but I understand them a little bit." Ren smiled. He had never regarded himself as a savior, and after another moment, his expression suddenly became solemn.

"But one day if the interest comes, I will do it to the end."

"You seem to be scolding me."

"Huh?" Ren didn't know why.

"Didn't you always say that I'm capricious, I eat whatever I want, I take whatever I want, heh, it turns out that Ren is also a capricious person." Ceobe pouted, looking very dissatisfied.

Ren was stunned by this counterattack, and Ceobe was a little stupid, but he hit the vital point directly, which seemed to be a bit of wisdom.

"Haha, you're really right, I'm a wayward bastard." Ren laughed, he felt empathy, he was righteous and evil, why think so much, just like watching Skadi at that time It's pleasing to the eye, just do it if you want to do it.

Anyway, recruiting a bunch of thugs is also beneficial. A messenger 'doctor' can be ignored, but a whole mercenary group is completely different.

"Go to sleep, I'll practice Originium skills." Ren straightened his legs, and Ceobe lay down his head naturally, snoring within a few seconds.

This silly dog ​​is really carefree.

Ren curled his lips and turned his attention to his body. During this period of time, he has gained a lot of benefits as a bastard warlock.

The light from the flames became stronger, illuminating more of the rubbish dumps, and after two days of marching, I finally had time to tidy them up.

'Once Upon a Time in Lothric?I'm not in Rodland anymore, this book is useless. "Sacred Mountain Dragon Roar"?Sorry, Wuming has already been hacked to death by me. '

The invisible hand rummaged through the ruins for a long time but couldn't find anything good, but it was not completely useless. For example, these books could make Renn become a novel writer, and the adaptation might not be popular in the mainland.

But now he is not staying in some mobile city-state as a novelist, but in the damned Kazdel, surrounded by a group of illiterate mercenaries.

All the books were thrown aside by him as garbage, and after careful searching, there were still some gains.

There are several magic scrolls, namely the French short arrow, the soul gun and the magic shield, two for direct attack and one for defensive support. Anyway, he has no magic grid now, so he just learned them all.

'It's a pity that they are all low-level magic, and they can only mess with people's heads. Ren curled his lips. He found that Sarkaz's magic resistance is quite high, and they can't be killed by a powerful soul arrow.

"Flame Pot, multiply the Flame Pot by two, tsk, it's another wedge-shaped stone, where can I go to strengthen my weapon now? There is also a Thunder Pot, keep it as a spare, hey, several pieces of golden turpentine, this is a good thing. "

The real garbage guy wants to search all over the place. Ren doesn't even let the shit go, and he guesses that meeting an old eight-type enemy will make him ecstatic for a while.

This time the area illuminated by the flames has more than doubled, which really allowed Ren to find some good things.

The black knight's big axe has a hideous double-sided blade with a cold light. The heavy weapon has a unique charm, but it's okay for Ren to look at it. It is reckoned that it is a bit reluctant to use it with the current strength.

"Let's put it aside for now, and when the flame goes up to a higher level, I can chop people with an axe."

Ren was not in a hurry, he glanced over and found a shiny thing under a stone slab.

"Ring?" Ren was pleasantly surprised. After all, he is not an octopus spirit, and no matter how many weapons he has, he can only dual wield them. However, rings are different from certain props, which can enhance combat power with the same flame intensity.

But after he saw the ring clearly, he was speechless for a while.

The fire ashlar ring, this thing increases fire resistance, does it have any effect on Terra's origin stone skills?

Ren didn't know, he couldn't let a warlock in the mercenary group burn himself.

Putting it on for the time being, he continued to rummage, and found two black knight straight swords and a few swords. It was still the same problem. It was impossible for Ren to imitate Ceobe and carry weapons all over his body.

"I still don't have any powerful armor. If I can't, I can only wear the chain mail I found last time, but this thing is better than nothing."

Terra's metallurgical industry is very strong, Rodland's mortal armor is really inferior, but the mercenary group is too stingy, Renn has been running around in a cloak until now.

He withdrew his gaze in disappointment, and planned to look for it again when he camped tomorrow, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of a light from the corner of his eye, and all his attention was focused on one point.

Under the thick slabs and bricks, something was swaying. When he saw that thing, even Ren, who was acting as a knee pillow, breathed heavily.

"fire??"

Chapter 39 Night Raid! ! !

fire!

Although it was buried deep and very faint, Ren was sure that it was fire. After looking closely, he found that this faint flame was not the same as the fire that was lit at the beginning.

It was darker in color, with a hint of gray emerging from the orange. For some reason, Ren thought of Sarkaz when he saw the gray, but the thought was fleeting, and he observed it carefully.

'It's very weak, um, it's the same as the initial flame, first throw the element bottle aside and see if you can get a refill. '

Ren did what he said, and there was an empty element bottle beside him but nothing happened.

'Isn't this thing made of souls, or is it in a cooling state? Ren couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't move the original flame to burn together, and he also found that the flame was clearly on the edge of darkness but couldn't illuminate the surroundings.

I don't understand, maybe it's the same thing as the Golden Horror Statue, but it's definitely important.

Ren's life was given by 'Fire', so how could he not care about another burst of fire out of nowhere.

"Can't illuminate the surroundings, can't fill the element bottle, hey, this feeling is..."

He felt a familiar feeling, like pulling out a weapon from here thousands of times, his heart skipped a beat, and when he opened his eyes, he found that there was a dark flame dancing in the center of his left palm.