Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 354: The Witch-less Firewood Collector
Blackface and Bullhorn did not notice Claymore's thoughts.

Because their attention was now focused on a place inside the Fire Temple.

"Hey, Niu Jiao, look, isn't that Bloody Fist Cassius? Why is he the only one I see today? I remember he had a brother who was always with him."

Heimian crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes fixed on a short figure, his voice filled with confusion.

Claymore looked in the direction of the voice and saw the "Bloody Fist" Cassius mentioned by the other party. He was a short but solid warrior, and his height probably only barely reached the hips of an ordinary person.

After hearing what Hei Mian said, Niu Jiao did not speak immediately. Instead, he said slowly with a serious look: "If I am not mistaken, his brother should have died in the battle."

"Really..." Hei Mian shook his head slightly after hearing this: "Since you are a fragile free fire, why do you want to join the Fire Temple? You don't value your life at all."

Heimian rarely made any sarcastic remarks, but only expressed a hint of regret.

"Free fire?" Claymore looked at the two of them in surprise.

"Yeah." Niu Jiao nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:
"The Blood Fist brothers are naturally short cavemen. Many races also call them dwarves. They are naturally good at forging."

"This pair of cavemen brothers came to the Fire Temple on their own accord, but they did not live under the protection of other free fires and become members of the forge. Instead, they voluntarily became firewood gatherers of the Fire Temple."

"Becoming a firewood gatherer as a free flame means there is no chance of resurrection."

"They are quite powerful and have a great reputation in the Fire Temple. The temple master also values ​​them highly."

"but now……"

At this point, Niu Jiao shook his head slightly, as if he felt sorry for the death of such an outstanding warrior.

"...When a blood relative dies, the cave people will smear their blood on their faces and let it dry until it falls off, to represent the memory of the blood feud."

"But judging by the situation, he may not even have found his brother's body, and he used his own blood."

Niu Jiao looks taciturn, but seems to know a lot about these things.

"..."

After listening to this, Claymo glanced at the caveman and found that there was indeed blood on his face, which made him silent.

So far, he has only died twice as a firewood gatherer, once due to lack of combat experience, and the other time due to the extinguishing of the abyss.

According to Gabriel's response, since his soul is relatively strong, the remaining number of resurrections, although not many, will not reach a dangerous situation.

But even so, every resurrection still makes him feel scared and feel the fear and uneasiness about death from the bottom of his heart.

But the Blood Fist brothers were willing to give up living under the protection of the Fire Temple and become firewood gatherers, facing danger with an attitude that they could not be resurrected...

Think of this.

Claymore couldn't help but think of the Candle Spirit Warriors on Candle Firewood Island.

To be honest, although he had never asked, he believed that the resurrection of the candle spirits actually had an end, and it also came at a great cost.

After all, this is very obvious from the physical strength of the candle spirits.

Moreover, apart from some familiar faces, there were many people whom he had only met once and never saw again.

But what is strange is that they always seem to take death lightly, or even not care at all.

So what kind of mentality do they use to overcome the fear of death?
"...See, newbie? This is the consequence of being too hot-blooded. Death will not show mercy to anyone. You'd better abandon those fairy-tale fantasies. Stories about picking up the torch and becoming the supreme being are all lies..."

Blackface happened to have some feelings at this time, so he directly taught Claymore.

"Oh, now that we're talking about this, let me say a few more words."

"If you are still brainwashed by the long speeches at the bonfire and are full of enthusiasm to make achievements, then go and explore the secrets of the fire."

"The Palace Master likes capable young men very much."

"Then maybe I can tell you more information you want to know."

"Of course, you might also die faster because of this, and no one will mourn for you."

Blackface chuckled.

"I see. Thank you." Claymore was thoughtful about this. Of course, he would not refute anything. He quickly changed the subject: "By the way, about witches...how much do you know?"

"Witch..."

When Heimian heard these two words, he immediately glanced at Niu Jiao next to him, as if he was wondering how the other party would react.

Niu Jiao also noticed his look and responded calmly: "It doesn't matter, tell him."

Claymore was a little surprised when he heard this.

After hearing what Niu Jiao said, Black Face sneered and explained to Claymore:
"A witch is a guide for firewood gatherers, leading one firewood gatherer after another to their deaths in the darkness. Apart from that, what else can we know about her?" "I do have a witch, and she's still alive... I have to say this is really an unpleasant thing."

"As for the horns..."

"He has no witches."

"When he woke up, the dagger was just an empty shell."

"No witch?" Claymore was surprised when he heard this and looked at the bull horns beside him.

After hearing this, Niu Jiao did not say anything in agreement, but he did not refute it either, and he undoubtedly took a tacit attitude.

"Yes, so his ears are very quiet. He doesn't have to listen to witches talking about selflessness and dedication all day long. It's really enviable."

Blackface clicked his tongue twice.

"But as to the specific reason, that depends on whether Niu Jiao wants to tell you."

Blackface said with a chuckle.

But Niu Jiao didn't react when he heard this. He remained silent, obviously not wanting to say more.

See this situation.

Naturally, Claymore would not pry into other people's secrets, but instead thanked the two of them.

"Thank you for your help."

"By the way, if I want to find you, how can I contact you?"

Claymore asked again.

Niu Jiao shook his head.

"What connection? You, me, and him are all dying. It's just a matter of how long we will be dead."

Heimian said with some self-mockery.

But he still left a sentence seemingly casually.

"If you really want to find it, just wait in front of the trading hall. If Niu Jiao and I are not dead..."

"Goodbye, newbie..."

"I hope you can live longer..."

Watching Heimian and Niujiao leaving.

Claymore looked away thoughtfully.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a piece of red-hot charcoal and his figure gradually disappeared.

……

"Claymore."

Seeing the firewood collector about to turn around and leave, Gabrielle suddenly called out to him, which was out of character.

Claymore frowned, but when he turned to look at her, his expression was normal.

"What's up, Gabrielle?"

"..." After a moment of silence, Gabrielle's calm eyes revealed a rare hint of complexity: "Claymore..."

"No matter what, don't get in touch with heresy."

"Selfishness will only bring endless darkness..."

heresy?

Could it be that Gabrielle knew about the existence of the candlelight?
"Heretic?" Claymore shook his head calmly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Seeing this, Gabrielle couldn't help but sigh, as if she had confirmed something.

She didn't say much, just whispered.

“The fire of devotion gives people a place to stand.”

"Selfishness...will bring endless darkness..."

(End of this chapter)