"Give me some time."

Looking at the baggage containing various weapons with reluctance, Jory took out a small shovel from his backpack and dug a pit under the noses of Fire Man and Johnson, and buried the burden in it.

Filling the hole with the dirt planer, Jory trampled the dirt bag firmly and walked over to the two with a sigh.

And when Jory came to the two of them, his sighing expression immediately changed, and both eyes seemed to glow.

"Fire man, you just said, this thing ......"

Slowly tilting his head, Jory looked at the dots with a malicious gaze.

"Woo......"

Targeted by Jori's explicit evil eyes, he shrank his neck in fear, hugged the strange flower in his arms as tall as it and retreated some distance.

"You mean, this thing is called 'Poetry of the Last'?" Jory's staring eyes were staring at the milky white strange flower in his arms.

“…… That's right, I'm sure you're a newcomer to the traverser, and you may not know what it is, and I don't know the details of the last poem. The fire man pondered for a moment and said, "You just need to know that it has the power to bring people back to life." ”

The stream of life and death, rumored to be the junction of life and death, beyond the mountains is the world of the living, and the dark road of the mountain stream is said to lead to the world of death that the living can never reach.

This point is not a particularly secret thing in the Essallas Continent, as long as the news is not blocked by people and forces, they all know the mysterious rumors of the stream of life and death.

People who have entered the water of life and death, almost no living people have ever come out, but only almost.

The Dagger of Shadows is not a formidable pure-blooded demon, so why is his reputation so great? A living person who has entered the stream of life and death will hardly ever come out again, but Royd the Dagger of Shadows is one of the few people who has entered the stream of life and death, and he is still alive in the world.

In one life, once dead, the Candle Forest Wetland can often see the souls that are not yet dead, and hear their malicious howl in the polar night, which is the residual vitality of the struggle in death, and the most powerful embodiment of vitality.

- The Poetry of the Last Issue.

It is a natural condensation that celebrates life for its sake, and in these long decades, it has only condensed once, and it has only blossomed once.

It is rumored that every time it appears, it is the crystallization of the undead souls of the Candle Forest Wetland, and their most demurous vitality is condensed, which is speculated from many confirmations.

All the life that dies in the Candle Forest Wetland will soon after death the corpse will escape milky white ghost fire.

And the rumored images of the last poems, including what Jory himself said, were this strange white flower, as if it were a living creature, and its buds were gently swaying even when it was in the arms.

The so-called words come true, without conclusive evidence, how can there be rumors of the most anticipated poems? Even if the last poem is not as mysterious as the rumored resurrection from the dead, it is estimated that it is not an ordinary mortal thing.

You must know that this is not a corpse resurrection spell, nor is it a corpse manipulation spell, what is revealed from the meaning of the fire man is the anti-heaven power that can completely resurrect a dead person! Life is precious, but how valuable will a treasure that can resurrect the dead be?

This is no longer a value that can be measured by gold coins and soul value!

Reaching out his hand, Jory slowly touched the dots.

The soft touch, which is transmitted from Jory's fingertips, is the unique softness of the translucent body. And now, he can already touch a little bit of entities.

It seems that after getting the "most anticipated poem" in a little bit, Jory can really touch it, what does it mean? Is it because Diandian has the most anticipated poem, and the essence of life is transcendent to let Jory touch it, or is it because Diandian recognizes Jory and trusts Jory, so that he is willing to touch himself?

Huo Nan and Johnson can only see the "Poetry of the Last" suspended in mid-air, but they can't see the dots, and from this point of view, it seems that the dots don't regard them as people who can communicate with them, let alone touch the dots.

So, the reason why Jory was able to touch a little bit is because he was recognized by it?

But when he saw the sparkling sapphire blue eyes, he looked at Jory a little scared, but he refused to fly away, as if it was true.

Do what you want, so that those who don't want to see themselves can't see themselves, and let those who approve have access to their own entities at any time...... This is one of the innate abilities of Diandian.

A small body, a fragile body, vulnerable. Except for the most trusted people, natural elves will not let anyone touch them.

Jory grabbed the hand of the most anticipated poem in Diandian's arms, paused, stretched out a finger and rubbed Diandian's head.

Holding the dots of the last poem, he obediently remained motionless, with bright eyes open, and looked at Jory with a blank eye. Seeing Jory rubbing his head affectionately, its sparkling eyes narrowed in comfort, and its little face gradually revealed joyful happiness.

A small hand wrapped around the milky white strange flower, and danced happily around Jory.

The milky white light and night-blue crystal sheen fluttered around Jory's body.

Human greed, jealousy, and betrayal may not be allowed to breed under the law and repression, but in this world of damnation, where original sin is unleashed everywhere, human beings are not easy creatures to trust. Compared to humans, as a natural elf, Dian Dian is an existence that Jory trusts more.

Since Diandian is willing to let Jory touch such a fragile self because of his trust in Jory, and is willing to take the risk that Jory will kill it because of it, Jory is also willing to pay for this trust.

Diandian, it's too trustworthy than humans.

"Jodes, you...... Can you control the most popular poem?! The fire man asked in disbelief.

Hearing that the fire man had called his name wrong again, Jory was speechless, let him go. Nodding, Jory didn't say anything more and remained perfectly silent.

Jory can not only "touch" the phantom poem, but also "control" it to float around him...... What does this mean?!

This had never happened before, at least after so long that Fire Man had lived in Aisalas, he hadn't heard of anyone not only getting the most popular poem, but also being able to control it at will!

He glanced at Johnson with a calm face, and the fire man saw the same doubts and surprises as himself in Johnson's eyes.

Johnson, a person who is not suitable for expressing feelings, will not take the initiative to ask Jory, but Huo Nan is obviously not a taciturn character like Johnson, and he asked without thinking about the unclear point between Jory and the most popular poem.

In this regard, Jory lowered his eyes and glanced at the little dot who was holding the most anticipated poem, but did not speak, and still had an expression that he would not say if he was killed.

Knowing Jori's personality for a long time, it can be said that he is a deadly personality in some ways, and the fire man has to suppress his vigorous curiosity. The person who is greedy for the original sin has the strongest desire for possession, and all people and things that involve the other party's property are tantamount to offending the bottom line of the person who is greedy for the original sin.

The fire man understands this, and he is optimistic about Jory, the future "fire hunter", so he can't force Jory, so he has to give up.

"Uh-huh-hmm...... Hurry up and find them together, just the two of us guarding the most anticipated poem, it's very unsafe. The fire man grabbed his hair frantically, and the feeling of curiosity was unbearable.

The fire man, who was more than a meter tall, raised his immature little face and looked up at Johnson, who was a full meter taller than him.

Johnson, who was covered in muscles and sweat, nodded sullenly. Johnson's physical exertion was enormous, but if it weren't for a heavy greatsword that was close to two meters behind his back, he wouldn't be so tired. This weapon is a lot taller than an adult man, and judging by the sturdy thickness of the sword body, which is thicker than a human calf, the length of a weapon can completely match the height of two fire men.

Just looking at the dark metallic color of this weapon, it is full of heavy visual impact. Just by looking at it, it is said that it is 500 pounds light, right?

Even with such a burden, Johnson didn't slow down. As he walked, his short gray steel needle hair stood up, each short hair was stained with sweat, and every time his heavy footsteps fell, he would step on a footprint on the ground, and every time his footsteps fell, Johnson's body trembled slightly.

With every slight tremor of his body, his short gray hair like steel needles was sweating.

His people are like his weapons.

Heavy, dull, indestructible!

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