Chapter: 1923
The sound of the wind chimes gradually subsided, and those branches suddenly came alive, spreading downwards, and one by one pierced into the tiger's unprotected body, which was unbearable to look at.
Alger, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately drew out the short blade at his waist, opened his mouth, and sang hoarsely: "Rush, rush, rush,
"O sea, against gray and cold rocks!
"Rush, rush, rush,
"O sea, break at the foot of the rock!" (Note 1)
His singing voice is rough and heroic, but it is completely out of tune, completely contrary to the normal cognition of human beings and creatures, and has its own noise-like metallic roar, full of irritability, nausea and headaches. strength.
The branches of the psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, and they all retracted, as if they were about to curl up together, and the beautiful bell sounded after that slightly diluted the terrifying noise.
Although Klein next to Alger blocked his ears with balls of paper and took the initiative to restrain his spirituality, the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing violently at this moment, and the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him suddenly appeared in his heart.
Moreover, his mind felt as if it was being torn apart, and the muscles and blood vessels under the skin squirmed slightly on their own.
Others sing for money, but Mr. "The Hanged Man" sings for his life! Klein used complaints to fight against the irritability in his heart.
"Rush! Rush! Rush!"
Alger's outburst of each word gradually approached the sound of the waves hitting the rocks, and one after another of silvery white lightning fell, as if one after another of applause.
Silver and white lighted up one after another, and they struck the surface of the psychedelic campanula tree in unison, causing the strange tree to tremble uncontrollably, and the shaking of its branches was so stiff and chaotic that it was difficult to make a neat hypnotic sound.
Alger seized this opportunity, dropped the dead mouse, and stretched out the short blade in his hand.
There was a whistling sound of wind, and invisible sharp blades swished over, slashing at the branch at the top of the psychedelic wind chime tree that was closest to the trunk.
Click!
The fist-sized, colorless translucent fruit fell straight down, was swept up by a strong wind, and flew into Alger's palm. The tree with cracks like eyes on its surface solidified, and the remaining branches hung down at the same time, lost vitality.
Sure enough, as long as the correct information is collected and mastered in advance, extraordinary plants with relatively low spiritual intelligence are easier to deal with than animals of the same level... Alger took out the small metal tube he had prepared and collected the fruits of the psychedelic wind chime tree.
Then, he turned his head sideways, looked at Gehrman Sparrow and said, "Let's continue..."
His words stopped suddenly, and the phrase corresponding to "forward" disappeared in his throat.
At this moment, he saw that Gehrman Sparrow's stern face was slightly distorted, and the whites of his brown pupil-like eyes were slightly stained red, as if he was about to explode at any time, and would attack him at any time.
Alger's spirit tensed up, he took a slow breath, and completed what he just said: "Let's move on."
"Let's go." Gehrman Sparrow responded in a low voice, and took the lead to bypass the withered psychedelic wind chime tree, and walked into the depths of the black forest.
He didn't go for spiritual materials such as bark and branches, because he would definitely encounter many extraordinary creatures in the future, and he didn't have a so-called storage artifact, so of course he had to reserve space for more valuable harvests.
Besides, carrying too many and heavy things on his body is obviously not conducive to the agility of the "clown".
It's a pity, those are all inanimate materials, without your own blood, you can't enter "Grossel's Travel Notes"... You can use secret puppets to bring them in, but this is very troublesome and not conducive to subsequent exploration... While sighing silently, Klein calmed down and got rid of the residual influence of "The Hanged Man" singing.
This is the ugliest and most exciting song he has ever heard in his life!
If "The Hanged Man" lasted another minute or two, he couldn't guarantee that he would still be able to control the urge to beat him up.
Just relying on paper balls to block ears and restrain spirituality can only weaken the influence, but cannot really isolate it... Even the deaf can hear it, which includes "communication" at the spiritual level... This should be "Song of the Ocean" The most difficult ability to defend against, plus the "lightning strike" that can't be avoided once it appears, and can only be avoided in advance, this Sequence 5 is also quite strong... However, why does Mr. "Hanged Man" sing? It's completely different from the elf singer Siatas... Klein felt a little confused while summarizing and analyzing the experience just now.
At this time, Alger, who was walking beside him with a lantern, couldn't help thinking about a question: "Even Gehrman Sparrow can't bear my singing for a long time, how should I play the 'Ocean Singer' ..." JrNovels.com
Alger, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately drew out the short blade at his waist, opened his mouth, and sang hoarsely: "Rush, rush, rush,
"O sea, against gray and cold rocks!
"Rush, rush, rush,
"O sea, break at the foot of the rock!" (Note 1)
His singing voice is rough and heroic, but it is completely out of tune, completely contrary to the normal cognition of human beings and creatures, and has its own noise-like metallic roar, full of irritability, nausea and headaches. strength.
The branches of the psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, and they all retracted, as if they were about to curl up together, and the beautiful bell sounded after that slightly diluted the terrifying noise.
Although Klein next to Alger blocked his ears with balls of paper and took the initiative to restrain his spirituality, the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing violently at this moment, and the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him suddenly appeared in his heart.
Moreover, his mind felt as if it was being torn apart, and the muscles and blood vessels under the skin squirmed slightly on their own.
Others sing for money, but Mr. "The Hanged Man" sings for his life! Klein used complaints to fight against the irritability in his heart.
"Rush! Rush! Rush!"
Alger's outburst of each word gradually approached the sound of the waves hitting the rocks, and one after another of silvery white lightning fell, as if one after another of applause.
Silver and white lighted up one after another, and they struck the surface of the psychedelic campanula tree in unison, causing the strange tree to tremble uncontrollably, and the shaking of its branches was so stiff and chaotic that it was difficult to make a neat hypnotic sound.
Alger seized this opportunity, dropped the dead mouse, and stretched out the short blade in his hand.
There was a whistling sound of wind, and invisible sharp blades swished over, slashing at the branch at the top of the psychedelic wind chime tree that was closest to the trunk.
Click!
The fist-sized, colorless translucent fruit fell straight down, was swept up by a strong wind, and flew into Alger's palm. The tree with cracks like eyes on its surface solidified, and the remaining branches hung down at the same time, lost vitality.
Sure enough, as long as the correct information is collected and mastered in advance, extraordinary plants with relatively low spiritual intelligence are easier to deal with than animals of the same level... Alger took out the small metal tube he had prepared and collected the fruits of the psychedelic wind chime tree.
Then, he turned his head sideways, looked at Gehrman Sparrow and said, "Let's continue..."
His words stopped suddenly, and the phrase corresponding to "forward" disappeared in his throat.
At this moment, he saw that Gehrman Sparrow's stern face was slightly distorted, and the whites of his brown pupil-like eyes were slightly stained red, as if he was about to explode at any time, and would attack him at any time.
Alger's spirit tensed up, he took a slow breath, and completed what he just said: "Let's move on."
"Let's go." Gehrman Sparrow responded in a low voice, and took the lead to bypass the withered psychedelic wind chime tree, and walked into the depths of the black forest.
He didn't go for spiritual materials such as bark and branches, because he would definitely encounter many extraordinary creatures in the future, and he didn't have a so-called storage artifact, so of course he had to reserve space for more valuable harvests.
Besides, carrying too many and heavy things on his body is obviously not conducive to the agility of the "clown".
It's a pity, those are all inanimate materials, without your own blood, you can't enter "Grossel's Travel Notes"... You can use secret puppets to bring them in, but this is very troublesome and not conducive to subsequent exploration... While sighing silently, Klein calmed down and got rid of the residual influence of "The Hanged Man" singing.
This is the ugliest and most exciting song he has ever heard in his life!
If "The Hanged Man" lasted another minute or two, he couldn't guarantee that he would still be able to control the urge to beat him up.
Just relying on paper balls to block ears and restrain spirituality can only weaken the influence, but cannot really isolate it... Even the deaf can hear it, which includes "communication" at the spiritual level... This should be "Song of the Ocean" The most difficult ability to defend against, plus the "lightning strike" that can't be avoided once it appears, and can only be avoided in advance, this Sequence 5 is also quite strong... However, why does Mr. "Hanged Man" sing? It's completely different from the elf singer Siatas... Klein felt a little confused while summarizing and analyzing the experience just now.
At this time, Alger, who was walking beside him with a lantern, couldn't help thinking about a question: "Even Gehrman Sparrow can't bear my singing for a long time, how should I play the 'Ocean Singer' ..." JrNovels.com
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