Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 482: Fusayavila's Blade
Looking at the female warrior in front of him who was still more than two meters tall after her body had shrunk, Rogge slowly walked up to her and came in front of her.

She slowly raised her head, revealing a beautiful yet heroic face hidden under her long bright red hair.

One of her eyes was blind, and a horrible scar spread from her forehead to her jaw.

There was a hint of doubt in his only remaining eye.

"Who are you?"

As she spoke, her hand subconsciously reached out towards the helmet. This seemed to be her body's instinct, but she was firmly held down by the power of the spirit candle.

"I am Rogge, the representative of the candlelight will."

Rogge gave a brief introduction.

"Put it down, and don't put on the helmet again, at least until we have completed our communication."

There is no doubt that the female warrior's helmet is extremely special. Putting it on will make her fall into a state of insanity.

Because of this, Charman, who was unable to defeat the opponent and strip off his helmet, naturally could not communicate with him.

"I……"

After hearing what Rogge said, the female warrior no longer tried to get her helmet. Instead, she was in a trance for a moment. After trying hard to recall, she seemed to have some clues.

"I am the sharp blade of Fusayavila, Silgaron of the Gorge of Fallen Flowers..."

After saying that, she looked down at her corrupt arm and frowned slightly, as if she was quite disgusted by this power.

"Why am I... here?"

Instead, she asked the question that Roger wanted to ask her.

"..."

This made Rogge speechless. He was thinking that this female warrior might have a prominent background and might know some ancient secrets.

But when the other party opened his mouth...well, it seemed like he knew nothing.

"This is the Sunfrost Tower after the world was shattered. It was once controlled by the Storm Lord's Storm Church, but now it belongs to Candlelight."

"Why you are here, I don't know."

Rogge explained, hoping that this would awaken some of the other party's memories.

"The world is broken... Lord of Storms... Candlelight..."

After carefully savoring and recalling the important words that Rogge said, Xirugalon still shook his head.

"do not remember."

Then, she glanced around and asked a confusing question: "The war seems to be over. Does it mean that the agreement has been fulfilled?"

"What agreement?" Roger frowned.

"The agreement is..." After saying this, Xilugalon frowned and thought again.

She seemed to only remember this so-called important agreement, but could not remember its specific content.

She didn't know what it was about, so Roger naturally didn't know either.

"Forget it, let's rethink our thoughts."

Roger shook his head helplessly.

"But before that, I think you'd better put on your clothes first."

After saying that, Rogge stretched out his hand, and the power of the spirit candle turned into a piece of clothing that fit his body size and handed it to the other party.

"Well, thank you."

Xilugalon was not shy about this matter. Although he agreed and took the clothes and put them on, he felt that it didn't matter if he didn't wear them.

After resolving this matter, Roger began to talk to her, trying to help her sort out her thoughts and obtain some useful information.

As expected, Silugaron lost most of his memory under the influence of the helmet.

The only information I remember clearly is my name and the so-called "promise".

There are also two place names: Fusayavila and Gorge of Fallen Flowers.

The former was her country, and the latter was her hometown, which she remembered clearly. From what the other party mentioned about the "end of the war", Roger quickly connected it with the "war era" and asked about it.

Although her answer was still very vague, consisting of only a few scattered words, it could still be confirmed that she came from that "War Era".

If she really is from that era... then she really can be considered an old person.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Xilugalon suddenly asked seriously.

This made Roger a little confused: "Why do you ask?"

"Because I don't know what to do next." Xilugalon glanced at the helmet on the ground: "As you can see, it is still connected to me. After you leave, I will put it on again, lose my mind, and fall into endless killing."

“But this is not what I want.”

"And you should be able to kill me."

"No." Roger shook his head: "Let's not talk about whether I have this intention or not. Anyway, I can't kill you now."

Yes, Xilugalon is extremely special. The feedback from the power of the spiritual candle cannot kill her completely, but can only make her fall into the pain of death again and again.

"That's it..."

"I see."

Xilugalon nodded, without much emotion in his eyes.

"Then I'll continue to stay here, and I hope I won't cause you too much trouble."

It seems that she was deeply troubled by the so-called "promise".

Seeing her like this, Roger was silent for a moment, then his heart moved and he had a vague idea.

"Although it is a long time ago, perhaps my warriors can help you regain your past."

"Then what do you need me to do?" asked Xilugalon.

Although she had lost many memories, her sharpness and politeness were not lost.

"Help me train my warriors."

Roger stated his purpose.

This female warrior is very powerful and has some almost instinctive combat experience. The key is that she cannot be killed. She can definitely help players train their combat skills well.

Xilugalon is free anyway, so we might as well find her something to do.

In exchange, Rogge will ask players to help her find the past...if that long history still exists.

"But I don't know how to train others. The only thing I'm good at is killing."

Xilugalon frowned. Her presence here would already cause trouble for Rogge, not to mention that he also said that those warriors would help her find the past...

What if she killed someone?

"Don't worry, they won't die... Fighting with them can also solve the impact of your helmet." Rogge explained.

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Xilugalon nodded. If that was the case, then there would be no problem.

In a previous conversation, she had told Rogge that the power in the helmet would erupt every once in a while and she could not control it, so the best solution was to fight.

The opponent's warriors need training and she needs to fight. It's a perfect match and a win-win situation.

After saying that, Rogge looked upwards.

From the perception that the spirit candle brought to him, although this was one space, there were undoubtedly other independent spaces above it.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the Xuanri Frost Tower takes on the shape of a "tower".

There must be many unknown secrets hidden in the other levels of the tower.

So, after bidding farewell to Xilugalon, Rogge disappeared and entered the next level...

(End of this chapter)