Under the mediation of two Magic Fencer, the dispute was resolved. On the way to the Chaos Temple, Yerong only learned about the general situation from Miphael's mouth.
Originally, Mifara felt a sudden sensation in her heart and rushed towards Platinum City. She saw a cold stone with the names and years of death of the people lying on this land written simply on it. After confirming the misfortune before her, the heartbroken woman continued to fly south and straight to Dalain. A wave of resentment was hard to calm in his heart, and when he was about to find a group of people to extinguish the fire, Yerong unfortunately became an outlet for anger. All of this hasn't gone through two or three days yet.
Of course, such news made Yerong, who had seen Sally with his own eyes, feel sad for a while, but he still put most of his thoughts on comforting Mifarar. And the others on the side were either listening or not understanding. The conversation between the two was just inexplicable.
After finally coaxing Mifara into tears and laughter, Yerong couldn't help but sigh afterwards. If there was a lollipop in hand, the effort would be even easier. However, such a haze may not be able to dissipate from the hearts of these two people for a moment.
"The Chaos Temple is ahead."
Dilarocha was introducing herself to everyone when she heard a woman in front crying and shouting, "Palaucia..."
Just as Ye Rong and others were still unclear about the situation, Diego had already moved forward quickly. The woman, upon seeing the figure of Magic Fencer, immediately approached and cried, "Palaucia, Lord Magic Fencer, please save my child. He is sick, but I have no money to heal him."
Upon hearing this, Diego took the woman and her child into the Temple of Chaos. Later, Yerong felt slightly confused and asked Dilarocha what the meaning of the woman's repeated "Palaucia" was.
"That is an ancient saying in the desert, which means' I am willing to exchange honor for a chance to live '. Anyone who hears it must do their best to help others, even if they are your father's murderer."
"How could there be such strange rules?"
Faced with Yerong's frowning doubt, Dilarocha simply shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Everything is for the survival and continuation of the entire tribe's life. Moreover, for us, honor is greater than anything else. Some people are willing to exchange it for a chance to live, and no one can easily refuse it, right?"
Listening to Dilarocha's explanation, Yerong still had considerable doubts and confusion. But looking back, it is natural for different growth environments to nurture different things. A few years ago, before leaving Lockstone for some reason, he had no idea that people could live like Jess. Thinking of this, Yerong smiled softly.
A group of people stopped at the entrance of the Chaos Temple, looking at Ye Rong who was giggling foolishly. The boy who had turned his attention turned red.
"I... I..." Yerong hesitated and couldn't find a reason. Dilarocha just chuckled lightly and took out a large cloak from her backpack, handing it to Mifarar. "Due to the internal rules of the temple, could you please put it on?"
Mifara didn't raise any objections, took the cloak, wrapped herself up, and stepped into the temple.
Entering the range of the temple, a quite suffocating feeling spread throughout the entire space. The crowd followed Dilarocha's footsteps, feeling even more pronounced. Even Dilarocha herself felt a little puzzled by this situation.
Following the outermost passage of the temple, a person dressed as a Magic Fencer ran over. Dilarocha asked as soon as she saw it, "Where is Diego?"
"Diego and the people he brought in are in another courtyard. Old Xueke is instructing me to go to the pharmacy to find the herbs on the prescription."
Dilarocha just nodded slightly, and the other person ran away without stopping their feet. Later, Yerong spoke up and asked, "Is Old Sherk...?"
"Xueke is a title, just like who you call 'leader' or 'boss', with similar meanings. And Old Xueke is the only remaining old priest in the Chaos Temple. Except for that old man, everything else is our young people's world. Hahaha~"
The proud laughter didn't last long before it was stopped by a flying wooden stick. Dilarocha stiffly took off the wooden stick stuck on her head, turned slowly with a resentful gaze, and then took two or three steps back with a fearful expression. At the entrance of the desert style house stood a group of young people dressed similarly to him, surrounded by an elderly man who was significantly older.
"You guys just want to hold on to the sky, it's still three hundred years ago. That's why every time I hover on the edge of death, I'm always kicked back by my past companions. If you want to talk big, practice more."
Faced with the poisonous needle mocked by the old man, Dilarocha dared to stand still and laugh. Ye Rong and others also roughly guessed who the person in front of them was.
"Are you guests from Lockstone?"
Ye Rong politely responded, and Lao Xueke instructed the people beside him, "Take the guests to the resting place. Later, please gather in the reception hall of another courtyard. Dilarocha, come with me."
Under the command of the master of the Chaos Temple, everyone advanced towards their rightful destination.
After packing their luggage, the group followed Magic Fencer trainee who was leading the way to the reception room. During the conversation, Yerong asked about the Chaos Temple and found out that except for Dilarocha and Diego, everyone else inside was just a trainee Magic Fencer. And Old Sherk is the only person in the current Chaos Temple who has experienced the Black Sheep Cataclysm.
In many professions, as long as the word "apprentice" is used, it belongs to the lowest social status. Of course, Magic Swordsman interns can directly transfer to become the ultimate profession - Magic Swordsman. But the challenges and trials that such a jump to a new position will face are not what ordinary people can imagine. Compared to those who climb step by step, it may only be more difficult, not simpler.
But obedient to tradition and adhering to high job transfer standards, Old Xueke from Chaos Temple only told all the interns that if he were to let you become chefs or craftsmen, he would be happy to relax the standards. But in reality, on the battlefield, there is no letting go of who is a beginner. There will only be two types of people left on the battlefield: dead and living. This made the interns who once raised objections calmly return to the exercises they should do.
In the midst of chatting, they arrived at the reception room and sat down on the ground. Since entering the temple, the restless aura that has been accompanying me has been increasing.
Two formal magic swordsmen and Old Sherk walked in with a solemn expression through the door next to the hall. After a few formulaic remarks from both sides, Yerong shifted the topic to this unsettling atmosphere.
Old Sherk shook his head helplessly, while Dilarocha beside him replied with the same expression, "Simply put, the guests are arguing with the host, and we have nothing to do."
Upon hearing such an answer, everyone present was somewhat puzzled. People belonging to the Chaos Temple have a bitter smile on their faces because they are aware of the situation. Yerong still wanted to ask a question, but Mifarar had already stood up and said, "Can you take me to the location where the cause occurred to see?"
"Miphael, do you know what's going on?" asked Yerong on the side. Mifara just shook her head and said, "I'm not sure, but this feeling is very familiar..."
"Please come with me!" Upon hearing their conversation, Sherk decided to lead everyone to see what had happened.
The corridor passage made of adobe only has an air window at the top, which effectively prevents a large amount of flying sand from blowing into the room and does not completely cover up the light. A group of people walked in such a spacious passage, breathing in the unique scent inside. For those who are accustomed to living in the desert, this is certainly just a small matter, but for others it is not. However, at this moment, a oppressive aura emanated from the other end of the passage, leaving non desert residents with no spare thought to dislike the current environment.
Diego, who was leading the way, took advantage of this moment to give a rough explanation: "The Chaos Temple originated from the hero, the Rain Maker, 3600 years ago. It was the people who followed him who established the Chaos Temple. We continue to guard the weapons he left behind, which is the Chaos Sword Caos, level A in the Treasure Encyclopedia."
At the end of the passage, open the door and a special style altar is displayed in front of everyone. The inconspicuous black iron sword in the center is the divine sword that everyone dreams of holding, but dare not truly grasp - Caos. But there is another source of oppression, which is a pure silver Western style armor placed on the right head.
The shiny silver full body armor is covered with blue patterns. The intricate lines outline an elegant pattern, and the entire armor looks like a work of art, rather than a tool used to gallop on the battlefield. The one handed long sword in front of me has a different aura from ordinary weapons, it is more like a scepter than a weapon for killing. The most special thing is having a pair of metal wings behind it. Even if its wings shine with silver, it will not make people doubt its ability to fly.
More than ten magic swordsman trainees were busy entering and exiting the sacrificial hall when they saw Sherk leading guests in and all gathered around. Of course, there are also many people who leaned over after seeing Mifara and their eyes flickered for a moment.
Yerong, who had just entered the door, had not yet entered the state. Mifara had already run to the armor with a somewhat excited expression and said, "Look, look, it's God's armor!"
"You... how could you tell at a glance that it's God's Armed Forces? Even the Treasure Encyclopedia only has simple written records without pictures," Dilarocha exclaimed in surprise.
However, Mifara seemed to have forgotten all his unhappiness and said happily, "Of course I know Luo. This was done by Uza, and I've even seen his heroic appearance when he put it on."
Upon hearing this, Yerong had already guessed that what Mifarar was talking about was probably not related to his own era. However, others do not have this speculation.
I saw Mifarar pointing to the helmet of God's armor and reciting, "Mystery..." Pointing to the part of the armor: "Lament..." Foot: "Lament..." Hand: "Lament..." Long sword: "Wrath... Where is the love song?"
At this moment, even Yerong was confused. Mifarar further explained, "There are a total of six parts of God's armor, and the helmet has its own special name, called 'God's Mystery'; the armor is called 'God's Lament'; the foot guard is called 'God's Funeral Song'; the hand guard is called 'God's Lament'; and the long sword is called 'God's Wrath'. But there should also be a short sword, 'God's Love Song'." Mifarar spoke as she compared the size of the short sword with her hands.
"God's love song?" Yerong asked to himself in a low voice, puzzled.
At this moment, Snow, who was silently listening on the side, interjected, "Miss, could you please explain the impact of missing that short sword? Because recently, the discoverer of armor was unable to withstand the continuous oppression and had no choice but to send God's weapons to the Chaos Temple. Despite trying many methods to suppress this situation, they could only use the divine sword Kaus to balance each other. However, this is not a long-term solution, and the situation seems to be getting worse."
After thinking for a while, Mifarfar said, "If I remember correctly, Uzza once said that every piece of God's Armed Forces has its own unique name. So almost every piece has a negative attribute, except for 'Love Song' which is different from other names. Love songs should have been the central control unit of Uzza's production. Without the most important part, even God's Armed Forces would inevitably cause trouble."
"In that case, just find out the part of the short sword and the problem will be solved," Diego roughly judged. Mifara nodded in agreement and said, "That's probably it."
"So... who's going to find it?" Yerong asked a very practical question.
When everyone's gaze was directed towards the same place, it was clear that Dilarocha was secretly planning to sneak out. The captured thief and a group of people who looked at each other with a "heavy responsibility and a long way to go" gaze, neither side made any action or words, and remained deadlocked
"No, no, no," Magic Fencer let out a mournful cry, but at the same time, the God's armed forces seemed to mock him, causing a great shock. However, there are not many people who care about the things behind them, and the gaze that was originally 'heavy responsibility and long road ahead'
It turned into an extremely fierce expression, as if saying, 'There's only one way out if you don't go.'. Although most people cover their faces, a strange smile can still be seen from their eyes.
"I... I just retrieved the Divine Sword and immediately set off for Lockstone. It finally came to an end, and before I could sit down, I had to drive me away again. Do you... do you have any human nature?"
"Can you have the heart to let a group of inexperienced boys who haven't weaned go out and die yet?" Sherk took a step closer to Dila Rocha's direction.
"Are you willing to let everyone live in the struggle between the divine sword and the armed forces?" Sherk took another step closer.
"Do you want to stay in the temple and rest?" I took a big step closer.
Faced with Sherk's gradual approach and the constantly emerging reasons in her mouth, Dilarocha leaned weakly against the wall and sobbed. Crying in recognition, he said, "Magic Fencer, your fate is really hard..."
"It seems that I can't avoid taking a trip," said Diego to himself, standing next to Yerong.
Mifarar, who had been gazing at God's armed forces and whispering to himself, also echoed Diego's words: "I will follow too, after all, I am most familiar with it."
"I'll go too! I'll go too!" Yerong shouted with an excited expression. Diego asked inexplicably, "Aren't you here to guide us in the technique of firearms? Let's just run out like this, okay?"
"Don't worry! The material collection time and preparation work promised by Shalou before will take about thirty days. I just need to come back within thirty days. Even if I'm late, the two small ones can be recharged first. I won't easily violate the contract."
The two mechanics who followed Ye Rong shouted in silence, "Ye Rong mechanic, are you going to leave us here?"
"Otherwise, follow along." Yerong replied succinctly and forcefully, and the other person replied in the same bright tone, "No!"
Pretending to be an adult and patting their heads, Yerong laughed and said, "It's Luo, I'll stay obediently in the temple to receive hospitality."
After determining the person to depart, Sherk walked back to the crowd and said, "Let's rest in the temple for a night before setting off. Tomorrow, you'll go find the person who discovered God's weapons."
"Sherk, who is he?" Diego asked.
"Goddess."
Upon hearing the name, Diego frowned. For the first time, seeing Diego showing such a blatant disgust towards someone, Yerong was slightly curious and asked, "Diego, is Cosan this person...?"
"Tomb raider, a despicable tomb raider."
A group of four, dressed in light bags, walked in the market of the western district of Dalain. Because Latin is the most important transportation hub and city in the desert, the market is almost permanent, but the people who come here every day are different.
Merchants come and go constantly, and as long as they find a vacant spot, anyone can start selling their goods on the street. It is common to see scenes of bartering, currency trading, or exchanging cattle, sheep, horses, and camels for what is needed here.
Of course, it is easy to attract the attention of everyone by walking onto a beautiful woman dressed in spicy clothes and with a beautiful figure in such a place. However, the parties involved were completely indifferent to the greedy gaze that came from all around them. On the contrary, intentionally or unintentionally, the body movements of gathering hair and plucking dust are even more enchanting to all beings.
But here, what surprised Yerong, who was observing from the side, was that the two leading Magic Fencer had not taken a serious look since Mifarar appeared. As if the other party is just like ordinary rouge fans, they don't care at all. Yerong was thinking about the reasons why the two Magic Fencer might hold onto, but his thoughts were interrupted by a burst of music.
The light and fast-paced sound is clearly only produced by a few drums of different sizes. But with the skillful hands of the drummer, it was strung together to create quite fast music. When Yerong found the source of music, the rhythm immediately transformed into rhythm, a rhythm expressed by the body. Several Kabuki performers were dressed in desert inspired nude costumes, dancing the same erotic dance as those seen in pubs outside of town. Especially with that elusive charm, no wonder there was a large group of men surrounded.
When they saw the two Magic Fencer leading the way, most of them voluntarily gave way and then returned to their own world. Mifara followed silently, lost in thought. And Ye Rong hurriedly followed suit, after all, although the beautiful scenery behind him was rare to see, it was nothing after seeing high-level things like the angels in front of him.
Thinking of this, Yerong suspected whether the two Magic Fencer had the same reason to not be interested in Mifarar, a rare beauty among people. I don't know, this will only be known after having the opportunity to ask the parties involved.
Amidst his wild thoughts, Yerong was led into one of the rare earthen buildings in the market. After all, most of the surroundings are tents or temporary sheds, and a fixed building is really eye-catching.
"Hehehe~It's really rare to see it! Surprisingly, two Magic Fencer came to visit."
Sitting in the center seat of the room was a man with a mature style, whose deliberately grown beard and frequently organized appearance raised doubts about his identity as a desert aristocrat. The surroundings are meticulously designed decorations, and there are many beautiful women in the house who dress up and serve the same level as the Kabuki outside, with just an extra layer of thin gauze on their faces.
However, among the many advantages, Yerong felt slightly disharmonious. That's because the expression on the man's face carries a special smell, a smell that makes Yerong involuntarily want to vomit. How to explain one's own emotions is not clear with his current age and experience. However, upon seeing Mifara, to the extent that both magic swordsmen had the same expression, Yerong trusted his intuition even more.
At the greeting of the receptionist, the four of them sat in the seat in front of the man. The man simply instructed his subordinates to entertain guests with a smile, while the two Magic Fencer remained silent and drank camel milk tea in front of them. The man then spoke up and said, "The two adults are not just asking for a cup of tea from the little one, are they? If you have any questions, just let me know. If my brother can do it, I will do my best!"
"Stop talking nonsense," Diego said coldly. Dilarocha continued, saying in the same tone, "Go ahead! Where did the weapons of God be found?"
"Hehe! Both of you, is there anything wrong with Goddess's hospitality? It makes you both so angry. If there is, please allow me, Goddess, to apologize here first."
The man's usual smile was very unpleasant in the eyes of Yerong now. After understanding that the other person was someone that Diego looked down upon, Yerong even felt that Cosan's every word and action were quite false. On the contrary, Mifara on the side had already shown his impatience clearly on his face, just about grabbing the eye-catching thing and beating it up.
However, while Mifarar showed abnormalities, Yerong sensed that they were already trapped in a heavy siege. The person hiding elsewhere burst out in anger, and he was quite confident that he was the first target. Because as soon as he entered the door, the two guards behind Gossan stared straight at the musket hanging on his shoulder, afraid of any movement.
Faced with such a difficult and thankless environment, Dilarocha reluctantly suppressed her dissatisfaction and gave a brief explanation of the situation. During this time, everyone's eyes were scanning and trying to make the best judgment. However, only Yerong knew that the angel sitting next to him was definitely not an easy target. But he knows better that when something happens, he can only take care of himself. If Mifarar will protect others when the fire starts, then... forget it! Yerong couldn't think of any words to compare this possibility.
"Well, regarding this matter..." Hearing that Gossan was still dragging, Mifarar had already picked up his clothes. For a moment, everyone was still unclear about how things happened, and only Yerong thought to himself that it was almost there.
I saw Mifara pull up to Goddess and speak harshly, "Tell you to speak, you'll be there for me four, four, six, six. If you want to die, just say it first so I can ask the others!"
"This beautiful lady, don't be so angry for now. Maybe we can go to the room at the back and help you extinguish the fire first," Gossan said provocatively as she reached out to touch Mifarar's slender waist.
Ye Rong grabbed the sniper rifle on his shoulder, and the guards around him nervously grasped the grip of the weapon. A battle was about to unfold. But at the moment before the start, Dilarocha pulled open Cosan's hand placed on Mifarar's waist, and Diego stopped Mifarar from making any further moves, gesturing to leave everything to them for resolution.
He opened his hands and said that he was not an enemy. With a serious expression that didn't match him well, Goddess was about to speak. Diego had already stepped up to him and lowered his head, saying in a deep voice, "If you come to find the Chaos Temple, we have an obligation to help you, but please cooperate more. They are guests invited by the temple, so please show more respect. Or maybe you plan to be enemies with the entire Chaos Temple."
Faced with the tense atmosphere of swords and crossbows, Goddess appeared unexpectedly calm and said, "Of course I didn't mean that. Magic Fencer, you're too worried. I'll tell you the truth, God's weapon decoration comes from the Royal Valley..."
"You blasphemous bastard!" Upon hearing the destination, Dilarocha immediately planned to rush forward in anger, but was stopped by Diego. But Ge Shan looked innocent and said, "It's an unreserved praise, Lord Magic Fencer. However, objects are meant for human use, and I'm just giving them a chance to return to their original functions. Moreover, the current desert is not ruled by the pharaoh dynasty that ended thousands of years ago. Whoever has the ability to take things from the pharaoh's tomb can only be admired, not punished."
Diego said calmly, "The sanctions of the kings will not borrow the hands of mortals. You can tell, depending on the situation, we will put God's weapons back in the tomb."
Gossan sorted out the ragged clothes, as if telling Diego that even if you put God's armor back, he would still go and take it out. But he didn't say anything like this, he simply stated another fact: "In the northeast corner of the Valley of Royals, there is the tomb of King 26th and King Midian."
"Crazy King Midian, you're actually going to dig the tomb of that madman!" Dilarocha was very surprised by such an answer, but Goddess waved her hand and made an expression of why not.
After receiving the answer, Mifara immediately turned around and opened the tent. "Hey! I know you're not leaving yet!" Yerong gave a helpless and bitter smile to the two magic swordsmen who were looking at him, and followed him. Diego and Dilarocha simply greeted Cosan, and before they could respond, they followed in Yerong's footsteps and left.
"Grunt, hehe, hehe, hehe..."
"What is Mifarar talking about?" Dilarocha looked at the figure walking at the front and asked Yerong beside her.
"I don't know, you're cursing!"
"Pi Li Pi Li Qi Qi Ba Ba..." Mifara murmured words that only she understood, and then kicked an innocent vendor's pottery pot open.
This forced the two Magic Fencer to come forward and persuade the vendor, and Yerong himself took out a few copper coins from his pocket to compensate. Looking at Mifara's angry back, Yerong took the opportunity to ask Magic Fencer beside him, "By the way! It seems that you all have little interest in beautiful women like Mifara. Why?"
"Do you still need an answer?" Diego replied weakly. And Dilarocha continued Diego's words, saying, "From a young age, Sherk has taught us that women look inside, not outside. When Mifarar appears, she causes trouble. You can tell me how much interest I can have. If I just put her in the room as a work of art, I would be happy. Unfortunately, she can speak, so we need to think more."
Listening to Dilarocha's remarks, Yerong nodded seriously. At this moment, Diego pushed Yerong and pointed to the other end, saying, "Yerong, you are quite familiar with Miphael. Go tell her. The Royal Valley we are going to is in this direction, not the direction she is going."
"Mima throat..." Yerong looked at Mifarar's back and turned to say, "It's very dangerous! Approaching her now..."
Dilarocha also gave Yerong a push and said, "That's why you're going!"