At the same time, another place in the depths of the pit.

"Shhhh

"Don't move."

"Rude."

"Bear with me."

"Golem."

“……？” Stone Fist raised his head, his eyes looked at him with half-speechless disdain, and said in his heart, why is this related to the golem again?

He was no longer surprised by the word "Golem" from Miss Poet, which had been used to describe him in the same way as "idiot", "stupid", "stupid", and so on, and he actually understood how he had suddenly been ridiculed again.

Because he did hurt the other party just now.

Although it was also accidental......

The orc monk was half-crouched on the ground on one knee, holding a roll of bandages in his hand to help Miss Poet wrap her injured left arm, while the latter sat in front of the former more casually, although he complained about the former's clumsy bandaging skills, he still let the green-skinned hand in front of him deal with his injuries little by little.

As for her left arm, the forearm between the elbow and the wrist, was probably broken during the fall during the recent collapse earthquake, and the original single forearm bone may have been broken in two when it hit a solid rock at some point in the high-speed fall.

As a blessing in disguise, the fracture of her left arm indirectly cushioned her fall, so that she didn't fall too badly when she landed, and then she was lucky to find that Stonefist landed in a similar place to hers, and the two of them actually fell into the same underground cave in the process of confusion.

And of course, the warrior monk kung fu of Stone Fist helped him a lot in that sudden earthquake. The half-orc warrior monk used the light body pendant, which is commonly known as the light skill of the Far Easterners, to complete a thrilling slow descent process between the cracked rubble and the rock wall.

He stepped on the sloping wall, reached out and slapped the falling rocks beside him to control the speed of his fall, and finally landed smoothly, and then found that the poet lady in the black robe was also curled up on her side not far from his field of vision, so he subconsciously went over to check her injuries.

"Are you feeling better?" Then, until now, he took out the bandage he had brought with him and bandaged her arm, then stood up with a sigh and asked her how she felt.

He knew that he was not a professional doctor, so he was a little worried about the quality of the bandage.

The jay looked down to see that the white bandages had wrapped her broken parts layer by layer, and the two long bands were specially pulled out by the stone fist and tied into a dead knot and hung on the back of her neck, hanging her left forearm like a swing, and the hard object used to fix it under the arm was one of her scabbards.

Considering how easily Firelight could expose itself in the dark, she chose not to move the Flame Scimitar, instead choosing to use the sheath of another +1 scimitar as a temporary fixture.

After the dark purple eyes lowered her gaze to observe the orc's "masterpiece" for a few and a half seconds, she suddenly snorted, and a snickering wind slipped out of her closed lips, and then she also stood up and looked into the former's eyes and commented: "If Xia was here, it would definitely feel better." ”

“……”

"But... You're doing a good job too. ”

"That's good."

Shi Fist nodded calmly, the expression on his face showed that he was as calm and calm as ever, indicating that he didn't care, or maybe he had long been accustomed to the yin and yang weirdness that was unique to the other party's treatment of him.

Although he didn't have to say it explicitly, he could always feel that Miss Poet didn't like him.

But what exactly is it that doesn't please the eye?

Was it the "cowardice" she mentioned to herself when she was in Misty Island? She thinks she's afraid of the dark side of her bloodline and therefore looks down on herself? However, after thinking about it for a while, I feel that the reason is actually just the tip of the iceberg......

"If you're a little more aggressive at this time, and respond to me saying, 'I'll break your neck if you dare to say anything more,' and I might stop suspecting a strange thing." Suddenly, just as his mind was a little distracted by the thought of this question, the gaze that stared at him in the eyes of the crow seemed to suddenly become curious.

Miss Poet's eyes still maintained the innate arrogance of the Drow Elf, but this time there seemed to be a slight change in her attitude compared to before, and one could vaguely hear that her remarks this time were probably not some kind of sarcastic foreshadowing.

Maybe it's because there is no one else around at the moment, and there are some things that can be asked and said.

Stonefist's attention was immediately drawn back to her.

He looked at the black beauty with pointed ears up close, and couldn't hear the deep meaning of this sentence for a while, so he asked casually with the apparent intention of the other party's words: "What is the strange thing?" ”

"Are you really an orc?"

"Don't you think I'm not?"

"No, you weird ...... Hybrids. I can't seem to see a trace of orc blood in you, except for the time in Twilight. ”

"You mean the battle with entropy?"

"That's right...... But that's not the point. Raven Bird shook his head, and his expression after putting away his sneer seemed to be a little serious as a rare sight, "You half-blood stupid golem......"

"So I'm a mongrel or a golem now?"

"Shut up! Don't interrupt me thinking, you bastard and golem can't figure it out...... Well, I mean—you, orc, answer me, how important is the faith in order that you are pursuing? ”

It's not easy to answer this question directly. Can you provide a reference? ”

"Your life."

"Then this faith is even more important to me."

"Hehe......"

A serious answer was exchanged for a dissatisfying sneer.

Shi Fist seemed to be able to hear a natural "hypocrisy" from this sneer.

But this was also to be expected—he kept his gaze and continued to look at the poet lady in front of him, and didn't he think to himself that you yourself were one of the strange flowers of the dark elves?

What does the underground home mean to you?

What does the surface world symbolize to you?

…… Wait a minute.

Thinking of this inadvertently, a hazy question suddenly arose in the orc's mind.

Did she really ask me so much just to finally laugh at me?

No......

She's smart, proud, and teasers, but she shouldn't waste so much of her tongue on anyone for this boring sense of superiority, and even if she usually makes fun of herself, she only ends the topic in just two or three sentences.

Stone Fist's eyes blurred in doubt for a few seconds. After a while, he seemed to organize the language in his mind, and then changed to another pair of serious eyes and spoke again:

"Jay."

"How?"

"What do you think can change the essence of a person?"

He thought about it, and the language had been organized deep in his chest for a long time, and then it was not at all like joking to throw such a strange question at him.

Raven Bird raised her gaze a little to make up for the height difference and looked up at him, the thought of "Are you stupid" immediately crossed her mind, but after two seconds she squinted her eyes and did not respond to his question.

She fell silent, her pale hair brushing the brim of her hood and sliding to her shoulders as she tilted her head.

Stonefist seemed to be able to read her hint from this simple gesture, and went on to say—

"When I was in the Isle of Misty, you asked me if there had been some kind of tragedy in the past because of the dark side of my bloodline, and I can tell you yes now, and there is far more than one."

"The first of these happened to my mother. My mother was a human who used to live in a small mountain village on the southeastern frontier of the Golden Warbler Empire, and was conceived during an invasion by orc raiders. ”

"After the war, her village was destroyed, and during her surviving exile she was taken in by a human caravan that happened to pass by, and a few months later she gave birth to me through the torment of her injuries and illness, and died on the night she gave me my life."

"The merchants adopted me in place of my mother, and when I grew up a little more confessed my background, I learned that orcs have a shorter lifespan than humans, and that beast babies have a shorter childbearing period, but they are more irritable, and many human mothers who are pregnant with half-orc babies often do not survive the day of delivery."

"My bloodline indirectly killed my biological mother...... This is the first tragedy. ”

"The second session will be a few years later...... When I got a few years older, the precociousness of the orcs showed itself in me, and the merchants began to arrange for me to do some work as a guard, but I didn't expect my bloodline to be more on the side of the orcs, so that one night I went crazy. ”

"Or rather, there is a rage that is very common among the orc tribes...... But the cause of the incident was ridiculous, and you can imagine that I was very irritable and irritable, and a petty businessman who liked to play a joke on me at an inappropriate time, which I misinterpreted in my ears as an insulting provocation, and thus successfully angered me. ”

"In this way, when I was furious, I did not recognize my benefactor or friend, I had only enemies and prey in my eyes, and I was left with an uncontrollable wildness in my head. I picked up the weapons the merchants had given me and raised the butcher's knife to them, and when I came to my senses, I realized that I had betrayed everyone's trust. They were afraid of me, hostile to me, and gathered together in a row to have the courage to confront me. I was dazed, then panicked, but unable to defend my faults, and the blood-stained corpses were like cold incriminating evidence accusing me of evil deeds, forcing me to choose to leave them. ”

"The betrayal of my benefactor is the second tragedy I can remember...... From then on, I began to wander, living a life no different from that orc robber by virtue of that intense wildness. Many orcs and half-orcs like to huddle together and then divide the spoils, but I don't fit in and like to go it alone. ”

"There are risks and rewards in going it alone, the reward is that no one will come out and share your spoils after you get it once, and the risk is that everything has to be borne and endured by you alone, like the difference between a pack of wolves and a lone wolf."

"Because I am a lone wolf, I like to aim at some lone prey, so I attacked a human warrior monk in the wild one night, that is, my master, the old monk of the Far East that I mentioned to you."

"I don't know why Master was passing by that day, but I guessed that he might have been traveling, and then realized that I had picked the wrong prey. He was very strong, and he captured me very easily, but he did not kill me, but kept a calm attitude and asked me many questions. ”

"He asked me why I attacked him, and I couldn't escape or win him, and I was so glared by his eyes that I had to honestly confess that I was a robber. After confirming that I was a robber, he asked me why I wanted to be a robber, and I had to tell him that it was to survive, because humans disliked me as savage as orcs, and orcs despised me as cowardly as humans, and I had to rob others of things to keep myself alive. ”

"Forced by the disparity in strength, he asked me questions little by little, and I was tricked by him little by little about everything in the past. As he learned about my background, he made a decision that shocked me at the time: he invited me to travel with him. ”

"I was a little overwhelmed and asked him why he did it, and he said he wanted to purify me. I couldn't understand what he was talking about, and I had the courage to ask him what Purdue meant, and he thought about it and explained that it was salvation, and thought that I was still saved. ”

"I can't escape, I can't win, I can't even talk about him now, so I got involved in his journey in a daze."

"He took me to many places, taking me as his apprentice along the way. I asked him what apprentice meant, and he told me that apprentice is a student, and Master is a teacher, and from now on he is my Master. After traveling with him for a while, he took in a Tieflin apprentice, or Entropy, in the garbage heap of a slum. ”

"Entropy is not good at words, he is silent, and most of the time he just listens to me and Master discuss topics. Master asked us to value our faith, so I asked Him which deity he wanted us to believe in, and He told me that we could try to believe in the Buddha He served. I confessed that neither Entropy nor I knew what he meant about the Buddha, so he suggested that we follow Ode, the god of order, and overcome the filth of our own bloodlines through strict self-discipline. I kind of understood what he meant, but I was scared because of my ignorance, so I asked him very worriedly, wouldn't this anger the Buddha god you believe in? He said it didn't matter, as long as the result was good. ”

"Thanks to Master's advice, Entropy and I began to believe in Ode, the god of order, during that time. Entropy's subsequent self-depravity was a drastic change that Master and I had never anticipated—but despite this surprise, I could feel that the change in faith was gradually having a fundamental effect on me. ”

"The moment I realized that was one day after that. I remember that it was one evening, and as the sun was about to set, the restlessness that surged in my veins suddenly began to dominate my reason again. I knew better than anyone that it was the fury of the orcs, and every time I was about to go mad, it was the Master who helped to suppress me, for which I felt a deep fear and impetuosity torment my will, but the faith in order at that moment seemed to come alive as a real Guru asked me to face this fear and impetuousness, and then suppress and overcome it. ”

"It was a very painful process. I don't remember exactly how I did it, but I managed to pull myself back from the brink of losing control, and the moment I won suddenly had an illusion of unreality, followed by ecstasy after surprise...... Yes, ecstasy. ”

"I was in a state of being out of control, and all of a sudden I just wanted to open my eyes wide, stretch out my arms, open my mouth and look up at the sunset in the sky, and shout out loud. I was so excited that I couldn't even bother to wipe away my tears, only to realize that after so many years, it was the first time I realized that I could break free from the instinct of my bloodline. It turns out that I am not a slave to anything, I am my own master. ”

"It's a little weird to say, but I even feel happy about it...... After a long time, I thought about more things, and finally I felt that it was this feeling of happiness that changed me at that time. ”

"This very subtle sense of happiness that Master told me is what human scholars call salvation......"

At this point, he paused his mouth, and there may have been a lot of superfluous nonsense in his long speech, but he thought that this was exactly what he wanted to express, and what he was trying to convey to Miss Poet.

"Have you ever felt redeemed, Raveneagle?" Then, still looking into the eyes of Miss Poet as he had just done, he asked.

The jay sparrow didn't say a word, his dark purple eyes couldn't see the slightest sympathy, and the expression on his face only twitched the corners of his mouth, I don't know if he was dismissive of the story of the half-orc warrior monk or had other thoughts.

She listened patiently to the end, and for the first time she just felt that the green-skinned warrior monk in front of her was a little ridiculous, thinking that you said so much to me just to show that you had been redeemed before?

It's good that you were supposed to be an ugly wild dog, but instead you defeated your demons and became what you wanted to be.

Should I applaud you? Or are you moved to tears by your inspirational experience?

She felt half inexplicably unhappy in her heart, but for some reason, she seemed to be guided by some kind of thinking, and suddenly recalled the scene when she escaped from the underground and first came to the surface.

It was a winter morning. Although her memories of the past were a little blurry, she still remembered that she dragged her tired legs from the exit of a cave to the mountain path under the stars, and looked eagerly at the red lines rising from the eastern plane, as if only a real witness of the outline of the corona could prove that the pursuers behind her had been left behind in the hive labyrinth.

She didn't wait long. As the upper edge of the scorching sun rose from between the clouds and the mountains, the magical equipment made by the dark elves rose around her face, turning into wisps of gray smoke and passing away with the wind.

The morning sun poured the unbearable warmth of the inhabitants of the earth, shredding her garment, dissolving the last of the enchanted cloak that wrapped around her shoulders to cover her face, and began to scorch her carcass like the flames of the witch of judgment.

She folded her arms in the light of the rising sun, her soft lower abdomen curled up in a bowed shape, her dark skin trembled, her dark purple eyes were also deeply stabbed by the scorching light, and her hoarse voice made it difficult for her to scream even if she wanted to scream, and she couldn't help but wonder if her rebellion was right.

Behind herself, the dark cave tunnel, that was the direction she had turned her back, her people, her city, her hometown, her childhood, everything in the past. The moment the soles of her shoes stepped on the surface, Drow's society was destined to have no place for her.

She doubted herself in pain, but the process of doubt lasted less than five seconds, and the rest of the time seemed to reveal her innermost stubbornness to all things that were against her.

Although she was not sure if the sunlight on the surface would burn out along with herself, even if it was possible to turn into a wisp of gray smoke, as the cold mountain wind quietly dissipated, she still refused to admit defeat and straightened her torso, and clenched her teeth with her sweaty chin high, believing that what she had done was not just for the proud self-esteem in her heart—

At the same time, it is also because I firmly believe that moths fighting fire are not called sorrow, and the real sadness is that moths in the dark have never seen fire, so I think that there is only one color of the world.

The gloomy world of the Dark Regions is too monotonous, and such a boring stage is not worthy of her ambitions, so she is determined to become a part of the surface world. She wants to stretch her talents and blossom across the multiverse, not just the intrigues of Drow society and the underworld.

It was the fate she chose, not fate that chose her.

After a sudden psychological feeling, she suddenly understood why she always looked down on the bald fool in front of her—to put it bluntly, she just couldn't understand why the latter could have such a strong belief?

This green-skinned mongrel is too dazzling. Obviously a dirty scumbag, but as dazzling as the sun......

It turned out that he was jealous of him.

I was jealous of this idiot......

Scold.

“…… Come with me and explore the surroundings, Stonefist. ”

Then, after a while, she suddenly gave up answering, instead chuckled and bared her teeth, and put an end to the obscure subject with the same proposal, and then walked to the side to pass the orc monk.

Miss Poet's tone was flat, but this time it was no longer stingy or contemptuous.

Stone Fist turned around and saw that she had pretended to leave her alone in the background, but her calm gaze caught a detail in the sentence and froze slightly.

She... What did you just call me?

Fist of Stone?

If the impression is not wrong, this seems to be the first time, right?

…… Rare.

Then he froze for two seconds, shook his head, and kept up with Miss Drow Poet without saying a word.

……