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- Chapter 149 Let me meet you once
I stood at the entrance of the Gravel Fortress, with the decaying bones of mutated creatures scattered behind me. There is a rotten stench in the air, and the evil smell seems to be ready to greedily erode the entire world at any time. I am already very familiar with this smell - it is the smell of the pollution poison that the minions of the Doomsday King are trying to develop to wipe out all living things on the Falvey continent.
The huge and broken fortress gate stood in front of me. One thick door panel was leaning crookedly on the city wall, and the other one was missing. A transparent vortex was spinning constantly in the city gate, turning almost all the light into reckless turbulence, making it impossible to see through the scene behind the door. If you observe carefully, you can also find some tiny sparkling particles that are constantly circling and flashing in this huge vortex, emitting a dazzling magical light.
After stepping through this whirlpool, I will enter the interior of the fortress. I don¡¯t know what will be waiting for me inside. That old troll man Carlson said that if I came to him he would find me, but no one knew how long it would take. I don't want to wait until he finds me only to see a miserable corpse with half of its head chewed off by those half-dead polluters. I can't help but think of the fifty-level decay monsters "Scavenging Corpses" that kept pouring in when I last entered here, and the man-made monster "Meril the Three-headed Defiler" that almost killed us. With a chill in his heart, he shook the weapon in his hand harder, held the shield firmly in front of his chest, and plunged headlong into the whirlpool of light and shadow in front of him.
"Oh la oh la oh la oh la" As soon as I passed through the turbulence of the space, I immediately raised the long sword in my hand, raised my head to the sky and roared boldly, and used a "war cry of courage" without hesitation. The skill increases one's attack power and defense power in a short period of time.
Then¡¡
Like a fool, I stood in a light-tight but very bright hut with one hand holding a shield and the other hand wielding a sword. My mouth grew stiffly with my muscles, and I choked out half of the shouts that had not yet come out of my mouth. I swallowed it back into my stomach alive, and looked at the old troll man in front of me with a stunned look on his face, who was looking at me with a wicked smile.
"I thought" He held up a clay bowl in his hand, "a well-educated young warrior, when visiting an elder, at least knows to knock on the door first."
As he spoke, he raised his head and poured the hot soup into his mouth. The soup kept dripping down along the edge of his huge fangs, and soon made his clothes wet - I guess this is why all giants The main reason why demons always look dirty.
"Of course, if you can really find a door here" I looked around at the space sealed by the walls, and angrily put the weapon in my hand back to my waist, "when did you find me? ?¡±
"Just now, the moment you walked in." Carlson spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders - originally this was supposed to be a gesture of relief, but when it happened to this old hunchback troll, it always made people feel This guy is trying hard to stuff his head into his stomach.
"Just now? How could you have time" His words surprised me. You know, it took me less than a fifth of a second to step through the whirlpool. How could he find me so quickly?
"There is nothing special about you, my friend." Carlson interrupted me with a slight wave of his hand. "You know, in my eyes, time passes slowly in units of microseconds. I can perceive it in a split second. There may be more things than you can perceive in your life, and you will understand all this sooner or later. But before that, please sit down, my friend."
I was just about to ask him where he planned to let me sit in this empty, narrow confinement room, when I immediately noticed that a beautiful and sturdy oak chair had suddenly appeared behind me.
"It looks familiar" I sat down on the chair and reached out to touch the pattern on the armrest. Suddenly I remembered something, "it seems to be the one that Blackadder often sits on. Did you make a copy?" I asked somewhat curiously.
"In fact, that's not the case" The old troll nodded proudly, "You know, copying means an increase in the total amount. This is a very dangerous thing, and it is difficult to escape the surveillance eyes of the gods. This It's just a cheap little trick. You know, the chair is still there with Blackadder. It just 'appeared' here at the same time. Although it looks like it is here, in fact it is not here. You can think It is a projection of nothingness that does not exist in reality, but now you can actually use it here"
"Okay, okay, okay, just pretend I didn't ask anything." IHe groaned and pressed his forehead with both hands. If he doesn't keep silent, I'm afraid I will be the first miserable life in the world to be troubled by a chair.
"Speaking of which, you came much earlier than I thought. Originally, I thought you would have to wait at least two to three weeks before you could see me. I hope those guys guarding the door didn't cause you too much trouble. ." With that said, Carlson also sat down on another chair that was exactly the same as "it's not there but you can sit on it."
"They are difficult to deal with, but" I patted the armor on my body: "As you can see, my friend changed me into a good outfit."
He looked at my equipment up and down, nodded in agreement, and then waved his hand. Suddenly, a warm bonfire suddenly appeared between me and Carlson. There was also a huge clay pot on the fire. Some light green juice is boiling. Carlson took out a clay bowl out of nowhere and scooped a bowl of hot soup from the clay pot.
"Would you like a bowl?" He stretched out the bowl in front of me in a friendly manner, "This is the traditional way of hospitality of the troll tribe. Although you are not a very polite guest, I don't want to be an uneducated guest. the master."
"Thank you! What kind of soup is this?" I took the bowl from his hand and said with a teasing smile, "According to what you said, I guess it must be called 'Although you can't drink it, you can still drink it. Even after drinking it, you can still drink it. I¡¯ve never had soup that wasn¡¯t soup.¡±
Old Carlson smiled and nodded, acquiescing to my statement.
This drink unique to the trolls probably contains the refreshing taste of some kind of plant. It is a little spicy, a little sweet, and the aftertaste is a little bitter, with a strange medicinal taste, but to be fair, it is not that unpleasant to drink.
Well, at least it tasted pretty good until I saw the boiled snake heads, bat wings and rat paws that had been chewed out of the bones under the bowl
"Ugh"
"This soup is called 'Tedisino'. It is the favorite drink of our trolls, just like the wine of you humans and dwarves" The old troll looked at me kindly as I rinsed with the large bottle of potion in my backpack. mouth, and said slowly, "Despite this, I don't want to taste its taste often. To be honest, it's mainly the toad skin inside that makes me feel a little nauseous."
Toad skin? At first, I thought the pile of slippery things were just some kind of special fungi or moss-like plants. The saddest thing is that I actually sucked it on the tip of my tongue twice with extra force, and I thought it tasted pretty good
A strong physiological reaction appeared in my internal organs. I felt as if there was a rapidly rotating hurricane in my abdominal cavity, causing all the sour gastric juice to stir back and forth in my stomach pouch. This feeling was so intense. , so that I can't express my uncontrollable strong desire at this moment without using that single word:
"Ugh"
"Since you don't even like it, why do you still give it to me?" After a long while, I collapsed on the chair again, completely exhausted, and asked very feebly - to be honest, even if I want to work hard now It was very difficult to make a fierce expression like "glaring at him fiercely".
"I thought you would like it more than me." Troll Witch Doctor Carlson said with a look of shame on his face, "You know, I have never stepped outside the fortress, and my understanding of human eating habits is very limited"
To be honest, I don¡¯t believe every word this blue-skinned old scoundrel says!
The only thing that can bring me comfort now is: strictly speaking, what I drank was a bowl of soup that did not exist. It never appeared here, it was just an illusory projection. And this means that, in fact, I drank nothing: snake heads, bat wings, mouse paws, toad skin or other things like that - the Supreme God, this idea is somewhat It makes me feel warmer in my stomach.
But that piece of toad skin that has never existed is really chewy.
"Ugh"
After showing me the thoughtful and enthusiastic traditional hospitality etiquette of the Trolls, Carlson suddenly fell silent. He sat hunched on the chair and looked at me with a smile. The bright color of the bonfire swayed in his pupils, seeming to warm his deep and turbid gaze. He just looked at me with interest, as if he was admiring something interesting.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" He looked at me and made me feel a little uncomfortable.
"I'm just curious about what you want to say to me." Old Carlson grinned widely. It's strange, even though the big mouth with two fangs grinned very ferociously, and each of his teeth turned an ugly gray-yellow color, butI can still see a kind of wise serenity in his smile.
"What are you talking about?" I was a little embarrassed and argued subconsciously, "How do you know that I must have something to say to you" Under his confident and smiling gaze, my rebuttal voice had no confidence at all, each word was stronger than the last. The words became muffled, and finally there was no sound.
"Don't be brave, my young friend. You came all the way to see me in such a hurry. You couldn't have come all the way to show off your beautiful new clothes to the old, ugly, blue-skinned guy in front of you." ?" The Troll Witch Doctor's smile narrowed, "Looking at your distracted look, I just have to write 'I have something to say' on your forehead with a quill."
I raised my hands helplessly: "Well, you are right. I have indeed encountered some things recently, and I have always wanted to find someone to talk to. But you know, there are some things that it is difficult for me to find the right person to communicate with, so I¡¯m coming to find you.¡±
"A few weeks ago, I met a girl"
I told him exactly what had happened about Marianne, not even hiding the smallest detail - in fact, I had never thought of telling it in such detail to another person, not even to myself. I was surprised that I could remember so many trivial details.
¡°When you really find someone you trust completely and start confiding in them, it¡¯s like a small crack opens in a dam. At the beginning, only a trickle will flow out from this inconspicuous gap, but slowly, your words will spurt out more and more intensely with your emotions, until this gap is completely broken, until It became an unstoppable torrent. Eventually, you will dig out the most precious and secret memories in your mind, let them vent together with every emotion accumulated in your heart, and share them with the friend in front of you.
The Supreme God once taught us: Share happiness with others and it becomes two happinesses; share pain with others and only half of the pain remains. This is definitely one of the wisest words I have ever heard. As I talked, I felt that the depression and depression that had been weighing on my heart for the past few weeks gradually subsided, and the warm and sweet feeling I felt when I first met Marianne quietly resurfaced. my mind. I suddenly found that I was no longer afraid to face my own memories, and no longer had to deliberately avoid the extremely cute and extremely desperate silhouette in my impression. The pain and depression in my heart that had no place to struggle gradually turned into a gentle emotion mixed with a touch of youthfulness and a touch of sweetness, and was quietly placed in the depths of my memory, like a sad picture. A famous painting, a sad text, a poignant sculpture, although recalling them still makes people sigh, they have become something that people can appreciate over and over again, becoming a secret but beautiful scenery in their hearts.
"That's it, I left there. At that time, I wanted to look back at her so much. I said to myself: Let me take a look, just take a look. But in the end, I didn't. I was afraid, I was afraid that I would never see her again. I didn¡¯t have the courage to look away from her. I was afraid that I would be trapped like this and never get out. I was afraid of my fate, I was afraid of everything, so I just left. I knew she was there I know how to find her there, but until now, I have never been there a second time" I said to Carlson quietly, with a calm tone that even surprised me. I felt the corners of my eyes were a little moist, but the tears did not fall. In retrospect, when I told this, what I felt in my heart was not sadness, but happiness:
Sometimes I turn around and leave
It takes more than just courage
Sometimes we pass by
left
It¡¯s more than helpless
It¡¯s just a chance encounter by a river called ¡°love¡±
I'm here
And you
over there
Why bother to swim across the river?
Why do we have to sit together?
In this landscape of life
You have decorated me
I marked you too
Your gentle silhouette
Just like this, it¡¯s folded into memory
No need to complain or sigh
Only thank fate
let me
once
met you
When I said all this, I sat there quietly and looked at old Carlson as he looked at me.
"Don't you want to say something to me now?" I asked him.
"Do you need me to say anything more now?" he asked me.
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"Thank you!" I said sincerely. If I were alone, I don't know how long I could carry this heavy burden, and at what moment my weak soul would fall and collapse. Fortunately, there is such a person. Although he is not my same race, he is the only person in the world who can understand me. He is my friend, and he is also like my father. He is willing and able to share with me the setbacks and pains that only I will encounter in this world. He made me feel no longer alone, and for that I am deeply grateful to him.
"Thank you!" He said to me sincerely, with a trace of envy and loss in his eyes. I understand what he means. He is a lonely old man imprisoned by fate. He will be imprisoned in this broken fortress for the rest of his life, accompanied by endless repeated fighting. He was not as lucky as me to be able to learn from those strange and ordinary space travelers, learn how to live, learn the meaning of life, learn ideals, and learn to try to see the future. He only had a soul that was born incomplete, but he was unable to perfect it.
The story I brought him is an extremely precious life experience for him. Maybe he will learn some love from it, maybe he will learn some melancholy from it, maybe he will feel some sweetness from it, and Or that he could grieve with meand whatever it was, it was so precious to him. You know, for this poor old man who has been sealed away from his destiny, even being able to feel pain is already such a happy thing.
I accepted his gratitude as he should have done to me.
"Is that girl pretty?" Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something and asked me with interest.
"Yes, she is very beautiful. Maybe in the eyes of many people, she is just an ordinary bakery girl, but to me, she may be the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Then her forehead must be very high and full, the pads on her feet must be very thick, the tip of her nose must be very curved, and she must have a pair of straight and sharp fangs."
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