Child? God of Fire?
What did he choose?
At that moment, Lu Chen really thought that he was hallucinating. Could it be that there was some strange and unknown power in this ghostly place that could confuse one's mind and heart?
However, the next moment, he looked into the eyes of the dying old priest and suddenly realized that this matter did not seem to be a joke. Although the old priest's eyes were a little dim, but he had been staring at him, not letting go.
In that gaze, there was surprise, sadness, anger, but more than that, there was joy and hope.
Yes, the eyes of this old man who was about to die were actually filled with hope. His cracked lips moved, but no sound came out. Not even a hoarse whimper could be heard.
Lu Chen's gaze shifted downwards, and then he frowned slightly. This was because below the old priest's head, his chest and torso were almost completely blown up. Even his neck was a mess of flesh and blood. It looked extremely tragic, and basically, it was impossible for him to make any sound.
As expected, I have been soft-hearted recently, and thus I am hallucinating … Lu Chen sighed in his heart, shook his head, and stretched out his hand towards the old priest's eyes, intending to close his eyes. However, at this moment, suddenly, another voice called out in his ear, "Child …"
Lu Chen's hand instantly stiffened, and then he slowly stepped back, once again avoiding the old priest's gaze. The old priest was now staring at Lu Chen.
Lu Chen had encountered many strange things in his life, but at this moment, he still felt a chill in his heart. He stared at the old shaman's eyes that seemed to be on the verge of death but refused to die. He asked in a low voice, "You called me?"
The old priest's eyes slowly, slowly closed, and then opened again.
Lu Chen's pupils abruptly shrank, his eyes flashed and suddenly looked down, sweeping across the remains of the old priest. After a moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand and with a crashing sound, the piece of black wood that was originally on the old priest's chest but had already broken into pieces, suddenly turned into a dozen pieces of wood and fell down, at the same time revealing another half of an old wooden staff that was originally hidden in the black wood.
It looked like a very ancient wooden staff. For some reason, one end was broken, and the remaining half was covered in cracks. The wood was like ancient bronze, as if it had experienced millions of years of erosion. The only arm of the old priest that was still in good condition was tightly gripping the wooden staff.
A faintly discernible and extremely weak spiritual power seemed to be emanating from the wooden staff.
…
Lu Chen fell silent. After a while, he shifted his gaze away from the ancient wooden staff and looked at the old priest again.
The old priest was also looking at him. His gaze was still complicated, but it was clearly filled with hope. Lu Chen suddenly shook his head and said, "Are you confused?"
The old priest did not speak, or perhaps he could not speak at all. He only stared blankly at Lu Chen. But at the same time, that voice suddenly sounded in Lu Chen's ears, "The God of Fire chose …"
"What is the God of Fire?" Lu Chen's face was cold. "I don't know what God is this, and I don't believe that there is a God in this world."
"You have the Holy Fire, you are the son of the God of Fire …" That voice seemed to completely ignore his response. It still spoke in an indifferent and flat tone.
"I …" Lu Chen was about to refute, but suddenly realized that the other party did not seem to have any intention to argue with him. He was still talking to himself and said,
"Take this fire staff, send it back to the Southern Wasteland Holy Altar, combine it with the other half of the staff, return … to … the … God of Fire …"
When it came to the last few words, there was an obvious tremor in the voice for the first time. It seemed that he was excited at this time.
And at the same time, Lu Chen looked at the old priest's expression. His face was like a lamp that had run out of oil. Suddenly, his muscles twitched.
Lu Chen took a deep breath and shook his head. But suddenly, he smiled.
It was a bloody scene around him. At first glance, it seemed that he was the only one who was still in good condition. It was as if he was standing on top of a sea of blood. His eyes were filled with ridicule and self-mockery.
"Your God of Fire really knows how to find people." Lu Chen said, "First, he did not choose you barbarians. Second, even if he chose the human race, he chose a stray dog that could not be tolerated by the world, and could only flee to the ends of the earth."
"The God of Fire's eyesight is not very good." Lu Chen looked at the dying old man and said. Then, he emphasized the last few words.
The light in the old priest's eyes gradually dimmed. Even his pupils were slowly enlarging. But after the half of the ancient wooden staff flashed slightly, the voice once again sounded in Lu Chen's ears, "Because of this, the God of Fire chose you."
Lu Chen's body trembled and suddenly froze.
… …
The old priest did not say anything more. After a moment, he quietly died. He stopped breathing and closed his eyes. Before he died, there was even a trace of a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.
Lu Chen stared at the dead old barbarian. His eyes were a bit unkind. He always felt that there was a deep malice hidden in this old man's face, but the hope that was revealed before his death was particularly real.
But what did the barbarian's hope and the old priest's expectations and dreams have to do with him?
Lu Chen expressionlessly stood up. Just as he was about to leave, he immediately thought of something and his eyes once again fell on the old priest's corpse. The half of the ancient wooden staff was still tightly grasped in his hand.
Lu Chen stared at the wooden staff for a while, but he still reached out to pick it up. Although the old priest was dead, his hand was still very firm on the wooden staff. Lu Chen also used a bit of strength to take the wooden staff out of his hand.
But after holding it in his hand, or more accurately, after leaving the old priest's hand, the last bit of spirit force in the ancient wooden staff also disappeared.
Without all of its spirit force, the wooden staff looked like an old, damaged, and mottled piece of wood. It was lifeless, withered, and cracked. Even if it was thrown on the side of the road, no one would take a second look.
Lu Chen hesitated for a moment. He tried to input spirit force into the wooden staff, but the wooden staff did not respond. Lu Chen pondered for a moment and tried to use the Black Fire again, but he still did not see the scene he wanted.
The ancient wooden staff also did not respond to the Black Fire.
The reason why Lu Chen wanted this item was because he found that this wooden staff could actually resonate with the Black Fire in his body. Now that he had it in his hand, it suddenly became a waste. This made him feel a bit depressed.
But at this time, he could not casually throw it away. In any case, from the old priest's words, this thing seemed to have a great origin.
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