Chapter 35 Reappearance

Withered yellow vines hung down, covering the decayed wooden buildings, and the whole ruins were solidified for a long time without anyone stepping on it.

Alger and a few sailors circled around the ruins in the desolate winter environment, but still found nothing of value.

"Captain, there have been batches of adventurers here, what else can we have left?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties broke the silence with little patience.

This resonated with the rest of the companions, and they all echoed:

"Where it didn't take us long to find out, others can easily find it too."

"Yes, yes, continue to fuck the Feysacs!"

"Captain, do you want to make this a stronghold?"

Alger scanned around slowly, making the sailors stop complaining under his gaze and choose to obey.

After several seconds of silence, he opened his mouth and said:

"I plan to use this place to ambush the Feysacs.

"Let's observe the terrain first to see if it is suitable."

With such an excuse, the sailors pulled themselves together, and the group quickly entered the depths of the elf ruins.

As he walked, Argel had a sudden inspiration, and subconsciously looked sideways at the back of a giant tree.

The soil there shows some signs of turning, and it will not be more than a year old.

Alger withdrew his gaze, pretended not to notice any problems, and naturally looked elsewhere.

After exploring the ruins of the elves, they returned all the way to the new camp.

At this time, it was almost evening, and the forest was getting colder and colder. After Alger and the sailors had dinner, there were only two patrollers left, each entering a different tent.

The bitter wind blew through the trees, making the bonfire sway, and Alger, who had intended to leave the camp in the middle of the night, suddenly heard a faint singing sound coming from a distance.

The singing voice was ethereal and ethereal, like a lady singing softly and slowly, expressing her inner worries.

This made Alger recall the past unconsciously, his mother who had passed away for many years, and his childhood when he was bullied.

The unspeakable sadness surged in his heart uncontrollably, so that he didn't wake up immediately, but waited for several seconds before suddenly turning over and sitting up, frowning deeply, and listening attentively.

This time, he heard nothing, and the melodious singing seemed to never appear.

Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed the thick jacket and put it on, walked out of the tent, and came to the campfire.

The two sailors in charge of the night watch had just finished a round of patrol and were soaking up warmth there.

"Did you find anything unusual?" Alger asked in a deep voice.

The two lean and strong sailors shook their heads at the same time:

"No."

Alger frowned a little, turned around, and planned to patrol around by himself.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a situation:

The two sailors were too close together.

If it is an ordinary pirate, this is no problem, but Alger's men are all sailors who have received formal training from the Church of the Storm, and they must know that in this environment, the patrols must keep a certain distance, neither far nor close. You can see your companions, but you must also prevent them from being taken away by an attack at the same time.

Alger took two steps calmly, then turned around and asked casually:

"Have you found anything normal?"

He changed the question just now to make it very strange.

The two strong and sturdy sailors shook their heads indiscriminately, and replied with unchanged expressions:

"No."

No... Alger nodded lightly with a slightly relieved expression and said:

"very good."

He immediately turned around and walked slowly into his tent.

As soon as the gazes from the sailors were cut off, Argel suddenly pulled out the "Poisonous Blade" and "Gargoyle Glasses", and opened his mouth, ready to sing a song.

At this moment, the ethereal and sad song just now appeared again, echoing in Alger's ears and piercing into his spirit.

This is an unusually old ballad, sung with extreme sadness and melancholy, making Alger's spirit body seem to grow pale and empty arms, constantly tearing himself apart.

Alger's expression became distorted, slippery and dark fish scales appeared on the surface of the skin, and the dark blue hair, which was messy like seaweed, stood up one after another, and they all became extremely thick.

The original thoughts in his mind were disturbed by the singing, interrupted by the pain, and could no longer take shape.

Alger fell down, struggling and wriggling on the ground, becoming less and less human, about to lose control.

Suddenly, the singing stopped, and a slightly indifferent voice entered Alger's ears:

"There are some elven blood...

"Then let's make good use of Shatas' extraordinary characteristics."

Alger got up slowly with cold sweat on his forehead, and saw a figure in the tent at some point.

This is a woman with black hair, exquisite facial features, slightly pointed ears, deep eyes, soft contour lines, wearing a complicated and simple long skirt, even if she has no advantage in height, she still gives people a condescending feeling.

"...You are the queen of elves, 'Queen of Disasters' Coshnam?" Alger asked with a flash of thought.

The woman played with a golden wine glass with beautiful patterns, and said plainly:

"Haven't you already met me?"

Alger suddenly thought of the similar singing he heard on Pasu Island, and remembered the incident of entering the underwater coral palace in his dream and seeing a high elf.

"You're still alive." Alger said in a low voice after being silent for a few seconds.

At the same time, he quietly recited Mister Fool's honorable name in his heart, but he didn't know if it would be useful not to recite it.

The woman with black hair in a high bun responded without changing her expression:

"It is difficult for an angel to fall without encountering an enemy."

"Then why do you still have to divide the characteristics, put yourself in a strange state, and have to wait for the opportunity to be resurrected?" Argel had learned about the corresponding situation in the Tarot Club, and asked at this time, one is curious and the other is procrastination time.

The elf woman suspected of being the "Queen of Disasters" Goshnam "hummed":

"Because the throne of the storm is occupied by Leodro, and I am powerless against the 'tyrant'.

"Also, there are fewer and fewer elves, and my anchor is becoming less and less stable."

Others may not know who Leodelo is, but Alger knows very well that he dares not continue this topic in the real world.

Just when he wanted to ask the "Queen of Disasters" Goshnam's purpose for coming here, the elf queen took the initiative to say:

"Do you want to be a demigod?"

He wants to use my body to resurrect? He wants to use promotion to Sequence 4 and obtain divinity as bait to corrupt me? While Alger was moved, one question after another popped up in his mind.

Considering that Mister Fool can purify all kinds of pollution, Alger keenly felt that this was an opportunity.

This reminded him of a term that Emperor Roselle once proposed:

Sugar-coated cannonballs!

And now, he had a decent chance of swallowing the icing and throwing back the cannonball.

"What do you want me to do?" Alger didn't appear too eager, and asked questions based on his own personality.

"Queen of Disasters" Coshnam looked at him for a few seconds and said:

"When you have the qualifications and opportunity to get in touch with the "Book of Natural Disasters", take out something that others will not notice, and take it to the Western Continent."

The Western Continent...the hometown of the elves in the legend? Alger frowned slightly and said:

"Hasn't the Western Continent already disappeared?"

Goshnam slightly hooked his mouth and said:

"Since it disappears, it will reappear.

"When the end comes, it will surely reappear."

Before Alger could ask again, the elf queen paused and said:

"You don't need to send that thing to the Western Continent yourself, but you must entrust someone you trust. Although I'm not good at cursing, I can still make you die in pain after breaking the agreement."

"But what if the Western Continent doesn't reappear, or can't be entered?" Alger asked after thinking carefully.

Goshnam's eyes, with dark hair and soft features, were a little empty, as if he was caught in a beautiful memory.

After a few seconds, she calmly said:

"If it really doesn't recur, the agreement is void.

"Maybe a spell or a password is really needed to enter the Western Continent, but I don't know what it is, but you can ask an existence."

"Which one?" Alger asked suspiciously.

Coshnam glanced at him and said coldly:

"The Mister Fool you just recited in your heart.

"I have a hunch that He is the key to whether this matter can be completed."

Alger's heart tightened, he quickly lowered his head, and responded:

"I understand."

The "Queen of Disasters" Coshnam nodded lightly when he saw this, and said:

"If you wish to become a demigod, keep this promise repeatedly, and when the sun rises, go to the elf ruins."

After the voice fell, the figure of the elf queen quickly dissipated, like the kind of phantom often seen in the sea and desert.

Alger opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself lying in the tent, just waking up.

His memory was a little confused, but he quickly straightened out the relationship:

He and his sailors had just inquired about the location of an Elven ruin, and came near it, and had not yet had time to explore it.

The previous "exploration", singing, sailor mutation, appearance of "natural disasters" and dialogues are all just a dream!

No wonder I was so careless... I knew that I might encounter the "Queen of Disasters", but I didn't pray to Mr. Fool in advance... The "Queen of Disasters" relied on the angelic personality to create this real dream? Or, she holds the corresponding sealed item, even if it exists in a special state, there is still a way to borrow power? Alger listened carefully to the movement outside the tent, and found that everything was normal.

He immediately sat down and prayed devoutly to Mister Fool.

In just twenty or thirty seconds, Argel came above the gray fog and saw Mr. Fool sitting at the top of the mottled long table.

"Have you met Coshnam?" Klein the Fool said casually after the "Hanged Man" greeted him.

"The Hanged Man" Alger replied rigorously:

"Yes, but it is not certain that it is the Elven Queen."