Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 489 Ally, Death

Fire Temple.

Although he had received Rogge's instructions, Claymo was not so wicked as to play for three days before coming back. Instead, he informed Palace Master Agonius of Rogge's response half a day later.

It was not known whether Agoni felt nothing or did not care. He did not say a word about Claymo's late return and simply agreed to Rogge's request, which was to give corresponding rewards when summoning the Candle Spirit for help.

Claymo felt that the reason why Palace Master Agoni agreed so readily must be related to the outcome of the war between Candle Firewood Island and the Church of Storms.

After another round trip, a huge spiritual candle was placed next to the fireplace of the Fire Temple, and a separate area was listed.

Yagonni acted quickly, quickly summoning most of the firewood gatherers in the Fire Temple and explaining the situation of the spiritual candles.

"...From today on, Candlelight is our friend. If you encounter it, do not harbor ill will towards it, or you will not be tolerated by the temple..."

"Offer flames to the candlelight to obtain the blessing of the candlelight. Light the signal candle to get help, but you need to prepare rewards to reward the soldiers who come to help..."

After giving a brief introduction to the giant candle, Agoni turned and left without asking whether the firewood collectors needed it or not.

However, Claymore in the crowd heard everyone else's discussions clearly.

"Candlelight...isn't that a symbol of evil? How did the Fire Temple suddenly get mixed up with it?"

"Evil? Where did you hear that? I think they are pretty nice. Last time I met a candle spirit who was very enthusiastic and kept asking me if I needed any help."

"That's good. If we can have the help of these candle spirits, we won't have to worry about the attacks of the firewood snatchers."

"Humph, you think too much. These candle spirits are weak, and it's good enough that they are helping you and not causing trouble for you."

The firewood pickers were talking about it and had different opinions on it. Some people were dismissive of it, but most of the firewood pickers had a relatively peaceful attitude and could be said to be happy with it.

It seems that the recent disturbance caused by the so-called "Ashe Guides" and "Firewood Stealers" has indeed affected the majority of firewood gatherers.

"I hope that those warriors will be safe and sound, and that fewer people will die in the Fire Temple..."

Claymore sighed inwardly.

Although he didn't feel any sense of belonging to the bonfire, he walked out of here after all, and the witch's help to him cannot be ignored.

What's more, not all the people in the Fire Temple are cunning. Based on his observations during this period, Claymo still feels that there are more enthusiastic people here.

It would naturally be great if these people could have an extra level of life security.

But Claymore was also worried about the candle spirit warriors who came to "help"...

If it was a crisis that the firewood gatherers in the Fire Temple could not resolve, then it would be even more dangerous for the group of warriors...

All in all, I hope everything will go in a good direction.

After shaking his head slightly, Claymore turned and left, intending to look for Bullhorn and Blackface.

But what was strange was that at the place where the Ox-Horned Black-Face had originally been, there were no longer any of the two men, only another thin firewood collector.

Seeing Claymore coming, before he could speak, the firewood collector said, "Are you Claymore?"

Seeing Claymore nod, the firewood collector said impatiently, "Finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Here you go."

After saying that, the firewood collector threw a black object at Claymore.

Claymore raised his hand to catch it. It was a pitch-black, burnt snail shell.

【Burned Conch Shell】

Of course, Claymo didn't have the ability to see information about objects like Zhu Ling, but he was very familiar with this thing, and it was indeed called this name.

The conch shell baked with a special flame can retain the power of war for a long time to transmit information, so many firewood gatherers prefer to use it. There are also many sellers of this in the trading area of ​​the Fire Temple.

I just don't know where those businessmen got this thing.

Of course, this is not the point, and Claymore doesn't have time to delve into it.

"Thank you very much." After thanking the other party, Claymore directly ignited the burnt conch shell with the fire of war, put it to his ear and listened to the faint sound.

"The people Niu Jiao is waiting for have arrived. We will go to the Withered Beach and should be back soon. You wait for us at the temple."

After listening to the remaining sound in the conch, Claymore took it back.

But soon, his hand stayed where it was.

wrong!

The words left by Heimian revealed that they should not need long, and his trip to Zhuxin Island had already delayed them for half a day.

But they haven't come back yet...

I'm afraid something unexpected has happened!

After realizing this, Claymore's heart sank, and then he left the Fire Temple without hesitation.

……

Withered Beach.

This is an area that can be entered through the Fire Temple, but unlike other areas that have countless identical locations, this place is more like a transit station, so there are no other similar spaces.

After arriving here, Claymore quickly began to look for the traces of Blackface and Bullhorn.

Fortunately, he soon found the bull's horns through some traces of battle.

But the bad news was, he only saw the horns.

In front of the bull's horns was a small mound made of sand.

"Bull horns... this is..."

Looking at the silent bull horns in front of him, Claymore had a bad feeling in his heart.

But fate is often not as expected. After hearing his voice, the horn sounded a little hoarse: "Ackerman is dead."

"The person we are trading with is a corrupted firewood gatherer, and our goal is to capture the firewood gatherer's soul."

"I'm sorry... I'm no match for him."

The horn's voice was low, as if it was apologizing to Claymore, and also as if it was apologizing to Ackerman's tomb in front of it.

"How could that be... then he should still have a chance to rekindle his love, right?" Clemo couldn't help but ask a question he knew the answer to.

"No." Niu Jiao responded in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Claymore was stunned, and the sword in his hand fell involuntarily and stuck into the sand.

Although he had already guessed it in his mind, he still found it a little hard to believe when Niu Jiao actually said this.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the voice that was always mocking but caring beside him.

But from now on, this voice can no longer be heard.

Death passed by him without warning.

Niu Jiao took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and without saying a word poured the wine in his hand on Heimian's grave.

"Pick up the sword, don't put it down."

"Moving forward in darkness, death is the unforeseeable constant."

Having said that, Niu Jiao turned and left.

Claymo was still in shock and didn't notice Niu Jiao leaving at all. He just stood in front of Black Face's grave, unable to calm down for a long time.

(End of this chapter)