Chapter 347 Black Face and Horns

After talking about the bonfire, the chair under the hall master turned around and faced the extremely dim doors on the other side.

"As for the doors with burnt flames at the door, they lead to areas where firewood is very likely to exist."

"But be careful, most of them are extremely dangerous. Without a strong enough fire, the only outcome is usually extinguishing."

"If you can't push the door open, it means you are not qualified to enter the corresponding area."

"If you are not strong enough, it is better to focus on the three gray doors. They will randomly select areas according to your current fire intensity. It is a good choice to temper yourself in them."

"Okay, I think our conversation should end here."

"If you have any important questions, you can come to find me behind that door."

After the hall master finished speaking calmly, he was about to leave.

However, Claymore called him out without hesitation.

"Palace Master, I have some questions."

"Go ahead."

After getting the other party's approval, Claymore took a deep breath, and then asked seriously: "I want to know, who are we fighting for?"

"Fighting for whom?"

After hearing Claymore's words, the Palace Master's voice seemed to laugh a little, but his body did not show any expression or movement.

"Firewood pickers, you never serve anyone, nor fight for anyone. You fight for yourself and your own vision, which is why you are here."

"Don't worry."

"The bonfire does not require you to believe in any god like the believers in the past... If you can find a way to rekindle the world with firewood, then I will respectfully call you 'Lord' at that time..."

The Palace Master's words were a little meaningful, as if some words were hidden, and he did not want to tell Claymore.

After hearing this, Claymore was slightly stunned.

But he soon asked another question.

"Palace Master, I want to know another question."

"Are most firewood collectors just 'consumables'?"

Claymore's eyes were firm, and he was not afraid that his question would anger the other party.

In response to this.

The Palace Master was rarely silent.

It was not until a moment later that he slowly spoke.

"... You are a smart warrior."

"But if that's the case, you should know more clearly that there is no perfect fairy tale in the world. Every battle is accompanied by bloody sacrifices and corpses everywhere."

"For the firewood collectors, this is an unprecedented war."

"Don't spend too much time mourning and grieving for the dead, because the next person lying on the ground and dying may be you..."

The Palace Master spoke calmly.

He knew what Claymore was asking, and gave him a positive response.

"... Thank you for your response." Claymore was silent for a moment and bowed slightly to him.

The Palace Master did not stay for too long, and his figure gradually disappeared from the spot.

Looking at the extremely spacious Fire Temple and countless gates, Claymore was a little confused for a moment.

I don’t know if he can’t tell the direction or what.

“Oh… what an impassioned and exciting slogan, it makes me burst into tears.”

“I guess you must be full of confidence now, ready to move towards the goal of Xinhuo, right, newcomer?”

At this time, the voice of the masked man came, with a teasing and sarcastic tone.

The Horned Knight carried the square stone tablet, although he didn’t say it as sarcastic as him, but he also said in a deep voice: “I advise you not to believe what he said easily.”

“There is indeed a door that can be pushed open over the Xinhuo Gate, but it’s best not to go in… at least not now, or it’s better not to go in forever.”

Claymore temporarily suppressed his thoughts and looked at the two.

When he was talking to the hall master just now, they seemed to be listening next to him.

The hall master should have noticed it, but he didn’t pay attention to their meaning.

“Why do you say that?” Claymore was a little curious and acted very innocently.

Of course, only he knows what he thinks.

Upon hearing this, the Bullhorn Knight shook his head and responded: "In my opinion, the power of fire is a lie, just to attract one firewood collector after another to die."

"Let me tell you this, there are many newcomers like you who come here, and there are also many firewood collectors who have passed the fire ceremony."

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"But once someone opens the Firewood Gate and enters, it is rare to see anyone come back."

"Ah, of course, there are still people who use the bonfire to rekindle the flames."

"Hehe... your words are still too soft." The masked man sneered and said, "This is a lie."

"I have been in the Fire Temple for so long, and I have never seen anyone master the power of firewood."

"The so-called firewood collection is just to make us willingly become the burning nutrients of the fire."

"..."

Hearing the two people's frustrated and negative words, Claymore was stunned and understood their thoughts.

It seems that because the power of firewood is too difficult to obtain, some firewood collectors have completely lost hope and become decadent and hopeless.

"Since you don't plan to look for firewood, what are you going to do next?"

Claymore did not refute or argue with him, but asked.

"What else can we do? Go to the dark area to pick up garbage and sell it for spiritual materials to get by..."

The masked man stretched his body lazily and said indifferently.

The response of the Bullhorn Knight was completely different. He just said in a deep voice: "I have my own target that I need to kill. Before that, I will not stop getting stronger."

"Good idea." Claymore nodded.

This surprised the masked man and the Bullhorn Knight.

The most surprised was the masked man: "Oh? You didn't condemn or refute us? Haha, it's rare to meet an interesting newcomer like you..."

It seems that they have also come into contact with many firewood collectors before.

The Bullhorn Knight also nodded slightly: "You should live for a long time."

Claymore smiled and said: "Thank you, um... should this be considered a blessing?"

"Interesting, haha."

The masked man finally stopped laughing and pointed at himself and the Bullhorn Knight, and introduced himself to Claymore.

"My name is Ackerman, and his name is Atubal."

"Of course, here, our names are no different from a grain of sand in this temple. Maybe one day they will float away."

"If you want, call me Blackface and call him Bullhorn."