Vol 2 Chapter 124

The Observer Behind Act 124

A crisp smile seemed to penetrate the hollow silence between the woodlands.

But where does the third party come from between the woodlands? Brando and the God of Earth both looked up in unison-only to find that there was a short little girl sitting on the tree, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with slightly curly golden twin ponytails. She Holding the round baby face with my hand and looking at him from a height with interest; the girl's eyes smirked, or maybe the emerald green lake-like eyes were full of curiosity-she wore most of the clothes The adventurer's traditional leather outfit shook his leather boots intentionally or unintentionally.

"Mr. Brando, do you need help?" The girl asked with a smile on her face, holding her face in one hand.

"Who are you?" Brando frowned. The little girl faintly felt familiar, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Aloz," the little girl replied.

"Aloz?"

The earth **** interrupted the conversation between the two with a roar. It was obviously not satisfied with the interruption of the uninvited guest, but there was a hidden danger in the other side that made him afraid to act lightly. It raised its head to create the presence of the little girl in the 140,000 pairs of compound eyes, and at the same time, the body sank slightly, posing a vigilant posture.

This action caught Brando's attention.

"It's annoying to interrupt others—" The little girl snorted softly-and then jumped down, a huge sword suddenly appeared in her hand; without a word of excess, the hands were already a sword split under. Aikemen howled and leaped a little back. A pair of rocky forelimbs staggered and greeted them. However, a "creak" sounded a crisp sound, and the three-layered rock shield suddenly appeared like glass. One piece disintegrated, and then descended, the rocky surface layer on the forelimb was fragmented, and bronze-colored blood was ejected from between the cracks.

But the sword's strength remained, and the sword's blade entered the pair of cut off Aikemen's forelimbs along the incision and hit its chest. With a bang, the giant sword swept Aikemen out.

At that moment, Brando was as dead as a chicken.

From the attack, a series of actions were completed between the electric light and the flint. However, the little girl just landed at this moment, as if it was an instant. The previously evil Ekmen was beaten into a dead dog; but wait, that is Is the earth god? How does it feel worse than the lowest-level gray wolf outside Butch ...

"You are ..." Before Brando finished his last sentence, he was stunned to see the little girl slamming his hand like a root toothpick and threw the great sword in the direction of the earth god, making a loud noise. After that, the forest was quiet again.

"..."

"It's really a disobedient kitten. You need to educate it well before you know the peace." The little girl clapped her hands before turning back, because she was too short than Brando, and she had to look up at this 'taller' with a small face: "What do you want to ask, Mr. Brando?" She asked with a playful brow.

"That ... nothing. I left beforehand."

Brando isn't a fool, though it looks like he's been robbed. But first of all, with his ability, there is no way to kill the Earth God to make Ekmen, it is possible to reverse the order. Secondly, the little girl was a violent person at first glance. Brando knew that in the past there were a lot of abnormal npcs. Although most of them have peerless hidden tasks, it is better not to mess with them.

After all, there is still a chance to come back in the game, but not here. So he quit quickly, so as not to get into big trouble.

Unfortunately, this trouble seems to be coming to you-

"Wait," the little girl saw Brando was about to leave, and reached out to grab his corner of his clothes—unexpectedly, a tear—the little girl looked at the half of the leather in her hand and vomited in surprise. Tongue out: "I'm sorry, it seems like I'm overstretched ..."

Brando had no choice but to throw the remaining half of his leather on the ground. He sighed, and then turned back and asked, "Do I know you, Miss Aroz?"

"Of course, you have accepted even such a valuable gift."

"Wait, I didn't understand. What gift?"

Aloz pointed to his backpack.

"You mean ..."

The little girl nodded.

Brando's face sank. Naturally, the golden apple would not get into his backpack for no reason. He had doubts in the morning, but he lacked the object of doubt. He even suspected that Roman's aunt who had never met before, especially after seeing the scholar Turaman, his suspicions about the former increased day by day. It's just that he never thought that it was such a ... little girl?

He looked at this playful little girl like a doll, but he didn't believe it.

"Do you know what that is?"

"Fairy apple, is it weird?"

really.

"So you were there then?"

"Oh, Mr. Brando, you are so sad that you doubt others! I certainly know that place, Valley of the Sages-you humans call it the legacy of the King, right?"

You humans, Brando captured the word. However, he was basically convinced that the little girl's words, even in the Valley of the Holy, even he did not know that such a thing was in his backpack, so Aloz's words were at least 90% credible.

"So, why should you give me this?" Brando thought about opening the backpack to take out the golden apple, and using the pedestal of the apple in his hand, asked his own doubts. The golden apple is not an ordinary thing. In folklore, the golden apple comes from the fruit of the tree of gold. It was born because it gave birth to the water of the long river of destiny, so it also contains the power to change a person's destiny: "I Don't know you, Miss Aloz? "

The short girl, Koko, snickered, her eyes bent into a crescent moon, and said with a smile: "Of course there is a reason, it's a thank you."

"Thank you?"

Aloz nodded.

Brando went black: "How do I feel like a big trouble."

"Thank you for that, Mr Brando."

"So you saved me this time to thank me?" Brando was wondering what the so-called big trouble was, but he didn't seem to do anything harmful. He thought for a long time, but Aloz didn't look like he was lying to him-or there was no need to use a golden apple to amuse him.

A golden apple thank you, how much trouble is this? The young man couldn't help but feel a little cloudy.

"That's not it." Aroz shook his head, and a pair of golden horsetails shook playfully.

Brando looked at her.

"I have a question I want to ask you, but I haven't figured out whether to ask it or not. Because if you ask, you can get the fun of the answer, if you don't ask, you can get the fun of guessing. It's really annoying. It's a contradiction. But then If the bad-headed kitten kills you, wouldn't I have lost a kind of fun? "The short girl said to herself," Don't do it! "

"So what?"

"No, I have changed my mind. I thought about it just now, and I decided to ask you this question--"

I rely on you, Aikemen, you died too wrong! Brando couldn't help but scream for injustice for the earth god, how does this sound like 'I'm in a bad mood today, so I want to trouble you-', how can this tone sound like Warnde What about the dragons on the mainland who never make sense?

But he couldn't help asking: "In this case, as you said, haven't you lost the joy of guessing?"

"Did I just say that, I changed my mind."

"Well, what do you want to ask--"

Aloz pointed to the apple on his hand.

"Related to this?" Brando frowned.

"Mr. Brando should know its value-fairy apple-does Mr. Brando not want to eat it?"

Brando shook his head, his own plans were clear. But the attitude of the girl caused his suspicion, and he couldn't help but look at the apple in his hand in confusion-wouldn't it be a fake? Or is there another mystery? Brando never believed that there would be a pie in the sky.

"Are you worried that I lied to you? Rest assured, this time I did not poison, but just added some interesting things-" answered the short little girl.

Brando was cold and sweaty, and he said he was okay to be alert: "What's interesting?" He asked, but Aloz seemed unwilling to answer the question. He saw her alone running away from the shrub to the body of the earth god, and then dragging it out-just dragging the giant animal's hind limb with one hand, dragging it like a dead dog. come out. He percussed the corpse for a while, took out a long bow, and muttered to himself: "Strange, why is the magic draining so much."

"I rely, don't touch the body with a black hand!"

Brando couldn't help shouting in her heart when she heard her words, ‘the loss of magic’ was a setting in the past game. When the owner of a magical item dies, the magical power of the magical item will be lost with the demise of the spiritual traction, and the magical equipment may also be damaged. Therefore, when you kill a monster, you may not get all the equipment on him . How much you can get depends entirely on luck.

Or borrow the terminology of the game-look at the blackness of the hand.

Brando was the black hand king in the regiment before. Of course, there is something even darker than him, that is his school sister. Brando's own black is still built within the scope of the system, and he thinks that his black sister is already a halo that transcends the system. There are many times she forced to open the corpse. All magic items are lost. But things are bad. Brando is black but at least knows himself, and his senior sister is keen to open a corpse-as if her life goal is to overcome the fate of the black hand.

But as the saying goes, fate is invincible, so her challenge ultimately failed shamefully.

However, Brando today witnessed the birth of a black hand almost comparable to the opponent. A perfect 55-level boss with a perfect plot, almost the boss's body in a state of perfect evaluation beyond 30, her first item opened is a bow. The Earth God made Ekmen's drop list actually only a bow.

Brass Shale Longbow.

"Don't do this ... say the power of good mountains and rivers!" Brando couldn't help crying.