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Lillian, my sister, are you alright?

The young man looked up at the sky, and the foggy sky was illusory, like chaos that had not been opened, giving people a sense of inexplicability.

Itching, coming from the shoulders and chest.

Tearing back the shielding armor, Kane was surprised to find that his originally charred skin had become shriveled.

Touch it slightly with your hand.

The black skin peels off, revealing the tender red flesh buds inside.

The wound is healed?

What's even more bizarre is that after the dead skin on the chest is peeled away, an egg-shaped mark the size of a fist, black and white dotted with green stripes, looms.

Something to do with that dream?

If you look closely, the thin cracks are exactly the same as in your dreams.

The rain was heavier, gradually evolving from a misty drizzle to a torrential rain, and the entire mountain penumbra was added to the obscure rain, adding a bit of murderous intent.

The coldness hit, and the young man, who had thought about it for a long time and had never come up with a reason, shivered.

It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Kane stood up and picked up the iron sword on the ground.

The iron sword made of white iron, the blade of which has been curled up, and the softest tofu cannot be opened. Fortunately, the tip of the sword is quite sharp, and the jackdaw on the fork is good, so it's good to make a barbecue iron chisel.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't stop for a while, but fortunately the bonfire was in the innermost part of the valley, and although it was attacked by the rain carried by the biting cold wind, the fire was still strong.

Kane was not in a hurry to move forward, and put the cuirass and shoulder blades back in their place before walking to the campfire, intending to roast some crow meat as dry food.

The warm fire, the roasted Kane is very comfortable, and after a while, the three roasted jackdaws that are tender inside and charred on the outside exude a burst of meat aroma.

"If only there was some salt. The boy muttered quietly, a little regretful.

The fire faded away, and there was not much unburned wood left in the stone base.

Fortunately, there was still a lot of wood scattered underground, and Kane bent down to pick it up, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a large wooden box in the gap between the valleys that was large enough to fit three adults.

What is it?

Kane filled the wood into the campfire and approached the box curiously.

Squeak-

Joy flashed in the young man's eyes.

The small half-box of equipment, the equipment that Tonya stripped after using the campfire as a trap to trap and trap the Trialists, is stored here.

There is no reason not to accept a gift sent to your door.

There are many and miscellaneous equipment, and it is unrealistic to want to take them all.

Kane thought for a moment, took out two shoulder straps to attach his equipment, and fastened the crossbow with the quiver containing thirty poison-fed arrows. Then he took out a soft sword mixed with a small amount of Mithril and tied it around his waist, a potionary bag stuffed with pills in sorts, and a few other bits and pieces. Finally, he took a loose brown linen robe and put it on.

The reason for the innocence of the puff and the guilt of the self-guilt Kane still understands, if other interested trialists see this equipment, it is inevitable that they will not have bad intentions, and the surprise attack is the most deadly, who would have thought that this ordinary and even a little shabby young man from the appearance of the clothes is full of lethal weapons.

Kane thought for a moment, then took out a bronze axe and a steel shield and held them behind him.

After all, a Heavenly Path Trialist didn't have a single piece of equipment on his body, which was really a bit suspicious.

The equipment taken away was less than a tenth of the large wooden box.

Kane thought for a moment, and dragged the wooden box out with both hands.

Hey?

How is the box so lightweight?

This box is made of solid wood, and the equipment in the small half box is also made of metal, so it looks like it weighs seven or eight hundred pounds, but Kane feels that this box is very light, and it is not even as good as the bones of the tall boy who was kicked by himself before.

Is it because your strength has increased?

Kane vaguely remembered that in his dreams, he seemed to be able to pound the stone wall with his hands. In order to confirm, take out an iron pestle from the wooden box, hold both ends in both hands, and break it vigorously.

Hiss -

With a gasp, the iron pestle bent.

In the wooden box, a brass shield appeared in front of Kane's eyes, and this shield was no different from his previous one.

Under the hammer of the fist, the shield shattered more completely than the bronze axe.

A faint joy floated on the young man's face, and now he is not only stronger than steel, but also has the strength of a thousand catties.

In troubled times, strength is the greatest dependence on survival.

Kane threw all his strength into the kick. The wooden box slid swiftly towards the black bamboo road. At the moment of falling off the cliff, with a bang, the box cracked in all directions, and countless weapons and equipment were scattered to the bottom of the cliff like raindrops.

On the Lost Island, no one knows if the trialist who picks up the weapon in this box will kill himself.

All of them will be destroyed, and they will never be left to posterity.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

When the rain stopped, the boy wrapped the roasted jackdaw meat in brown paper found in a wooden box and stuffed it into his backpack.

On the rocky ground, the body of the Raven King was limp there, and Kane saw that the red crown was as bright as a jewel, and although he didn't know what it was for, he cut it off with an axe, threw it into his backpack, and walked slowly along the bamboo road.

The valley is leisurely, and the air is filled with a refreshing fragrance.

The sun sets and rises again.

After a day and night of traveling, Kane came to the end of the bamboo road, and the top of the mountain was close in sight.

Unlike the gloomy mountains on the road, the top of the mountain is full of emerald green.

A large river passes through a large green forest, and the fish swim under the water, and the bird-perched forest is a whole scene full of life and prosperity.

If he hadn't known that this was a Heavenly Trial, Kane would have even wondered if he had broken into elven territory.

Kane carried more than 100 pounds of equipment on his back and hurried overnight, but the young man did not feel the slightest bit sleepy. After walking a few steps to the river, the young man took out the kettle that had reached the bottom, filled it with water, took out a roasted crow, and ate it beautifully.

Tell me about it.

There was a loud sound in the half-man-tall grass.

Kane put down the roast crow in his hand, removed the axe and shield from his back, and watched warily ahead.

A tattered, unarmed little boy came out of the grass, dirty, emaciated, and looked like he hadn't had eaten for a long time.

"Brother, I'm hungry. The little boy looked timidly at Kane, but out of the corner of his eye, he always looked at the half-gnawed roast crow beside him, consciously or unconsciously.

Trialists.

Kane looked at the little boy, who was half a head shorter than himself, and made a judgment in his heart.

To be precise, it was a trialist who was stripped of his equipment, but for some reason his opponent spared his life.

Seeing that Kane did not react, the poor little boy boldly moved forward little by little, aiming at the roast crow that had fallen to the ground and was stained with mud.

A sense of crisis arose.

Kane subconsciously kicked out, kicking the skinny boy out of the way.

Puff -

A short dagger fell out of the hands of the thin boy and fell into the river.

A few wisps of blue paint an eerie pattern in the clear water.

Several fish competed curiously for the blue color, and in an instant their bellies rose and floated up.

He's dead.