Hearing this, Nonia fell into silence. Rogge didn't say anything, he was waiting for Nonia's answer. "...Mr. Rogge, I said that I will do my best to help you..." "And this may be one of the few things I can really do to help you." "So, no matter what the cost, I'm willing to do it." "...Please allow me." Her eyes flashed with determination. She did not answer Rogge's question directly, but the cost of doing so was self-evident. To this. Rogge just looked at her calmly and simply refused.

"no." "There is more than one way to the Fire Temple, and I don't need anyone to sacrifice for it." Hearing Rogge's decisive refusal, Nonia pursed her lips, but still did not give up completely: "My soul should be able to pray many times... This is completely worth it, Mr. Rogge..." It turns out to be a prayer to sacrifice one’s soul… "Tell me the content of your prayer." Roger ignored her thoughts and turned his attention to the prayer itself. "..." After Nonia was silent for a while, she spoke the content of her prayer. At the end, she shook her head slightly and said, "... This prayer cannot be replaced by other means." Of course she knew that a kind-hearted person like Rogge would not easily allow her sacrifice, but she also knew that if she didn't do this, it would be almost impossible to directly sense the Fire Temple. "..." Rogge ignored the silly witch's advice. He began to concentrate on using the power of the spiritual candle to analyze the operating logic and usage of this prayer. Every moment, after receiving feedback from Lingzhu, Rogge narrowed his eyes slightly. I see…… The prayer Nonia wants to use is called [The Return Song of Soul Fire]. Its underlying operating logic is to consume specific souls as fuel sacrifices, and then find the destination through the existing connections. In other words, the soul of a witch like Nonia has a [connection] with the Fire Temple and all other important places from the beginning. Therefore, after burning the soul, you can find a way out of the chaos. Witches will use their souls as beacons of light on the dark sea... So, this prayer is specific. It can only be used by witches.

Similarly, only the soul of the burning witch can point to places with connections. The process of burning the soul is also irreversible. Even amnesia like Nonia's before is just a manifestation of the "soul power" becoming weak due to the influence of time. Just like a person who doesn't eat for a long time is weak and loses muscle and physical strength. Manifested in the soul is amnesia and forgetfulness. This can be repaired and nurtured back. However, burning the soul is like amputation, it is irreversible. this…… Why is it designed like this? Could it be that the witches in these daggers were trained from the beginning to serve as "lights" to guide the way? So can we think that when the people behind the creation of the existence of witches were just for this moment? Did it (He) know in advance that the world was about to enter chaos and fragmentation? Or is this all just a coincidence...? Rogge narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly thought of more suspicious things from point to point. "Mr. Rogge..." Looking at his expression, Nonia shook her head: "If it only burns once or twice..." "Don't talk." Rogge frowned slightly and glanced at her. He was still thinking, but Nonia interrupted his train of thought. "..." Hearing this, Nonia closed her mouth silently, and her white hands subconsciously pinched the corners of her clothes, as if she was a child who had done something wrong. But Rogge reacted quickly. But he didn't feel sorry for Nonia, but asked her seriously about things related to what he had just been thinking about. "How much of your memory has been restored? Tell me the origin of the witch, her name, what you saw and heard, tell me everything you remember..." Rogge said. Seeing that Rogge didn't seem to be angry with her, Nonia felt as if a big stone had fallen in her heart, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she resumed her previous posture and explained her previous memories to Rogge seriously. … Witches, to be precise, are fire witches, not dagger witches. Every witch in the Fire Temple is carefully selected by the "Gray Mother" from the Fire Temple who came to the world and booked them starting from pregnant women. After the fire witches were born, they were all taught by the Gray Mother. They practiced hard in the fire temple to learn the knowledge of the burning earth and the world, pray, fire prophecies, etc... After being inspired by the temple, the fire witch will set out to find the paymaster who can revive the world.

They need to endure loneliness, suffering, and even death during the long journey. After some of the witches lose the ability to search for various reasons, they will build chapels to pray for the coming of the Sacrificial Lord... As a result, the footprints of the fire witch spread throughout the Burning Land and even the surrounding endless sea. But even though the journey has been so arduous, these witches have not found the prophesied paymaster until now. Otherwise the world would not be broken. And Nonia is one of them. After a revelation and a period of travel, she sailed away from the Burning Lands. Along the way, she saw many wars, suffering, crimes and tragedies. The world...seems to be getting worse. She was even more anxious, but felt deeply powerless. Finally, she stopped on an island. On this island, someone built a chapel. She stopped praying and tried to contact the Gray Mother of the Fire Temple through prayer so that she could answer her confusion. However, what I got was only a power that did not belong to the Fire Element Temple, and... the powerful gravity on the dagger... … "This is the general process." After saying that, Nonia folded her hands in front of her and said softly: "You may not be interested in other things during the journey, so I won't say more." "No, I'm interested." Rogge shook his head and denied it. "But I don't have time now. You can tell me in detail later." "...Okay, Mr. Rogge." Nonia was stunned for a moment, then smiled involuntarily and nodded in response. At this time, Rogge had used the power of the spiritual candle to transform paper and pen, and wrote down the key points on them. "I will find a way to find the Fire Temple." Rogge put the written paper into the spiritual candle space and said to Nonia: "You are not allowed to use this soul-burning prayer." "Please summarize the prayers you have recalled recently and give them to me." As a qualified fire witch, Nonia has practiced a lot of prayers. Except for some more special ones, most of the prayers should be left to the players. Hearing this, Nonia pursed her lips slightly and nodded lightly. … "I'm talking about Lao Yu." "It's not like you can't afford the new Spirit Fire Sail. Why don't you buy it? How many fish can be caught with this net? Isn't it better than your hard work of fishing one by one?"

In Sea Area No. 1, Lao Yan and Brother Yu were sitting on the spirit fire boat together and said helplessly. "No, if you lower the net to catch something, is that still called fishing?" Brother Yu stubbornly shook his head. "Then you buy the boat first and let me fish a net for fun." "Don't buy it, there's no more wax." "What? Then what did you do with all the wax?" "Upgrade, improve talents, strengthen abilities." "Oh." Hearing what Brother Yu said, Lao Yan suddenly became interested: "Let me take a look at what the promotion is like." Hearing this, Brother Yu didn't write any ink and simply sent him his message in the chat box. 【The Fisherman Who Will Never Air Force】 [Grade: Burning Charcoal] 【Level: 32】 [War: Knights of the Law] [Ability value:...] [Talent: Proof of the Law, Penetrating Blow (a charged hit that reaches the standard will have the same penetrating damage)] [Ability: Dodge (70%), wax block recovery (5), block, critical strike, candlelight bone whistle] [Skills: Swirling Axe, Power Spell, Grad's Blow, Crescent Sword Qi, Legal Oath, King's Battle Cry] "Level 32, slag quality talent, still without attributes...I think the forum seems to be saying that this talent is very rare, but the effect without attributes is very strong..." "The dodge, critical strike and blocking abilities are all at their peak..." "Tsk, tsk, how much wax will it cost?" "Good boy, are you saying you didn't play seriously? Are you trying to lie to me and say you were fishing? That's nonsense." Lao Yan couldn't help but tease. "..." Hearing this, Brother Yu was not embarrassed and scratched his face: "Isn't there a problem with the fishing probability before... We couldn't return empty-handed, so we went into the water and did some other things, by the way, by the way..." There is a problem with the fishing probability... Still speaking harshly, Lao Yan couldn't help but want to laugh. "It's on the forum announcement, but there was a problem with the probability before! If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself." Seeing that he was just smiling without saying anything, Brother Yu became a little anxious. "Okay, okay, there's a problem with probability, I understand, I understand." Lao Yan waved his hand. "Since you don't want to buy the Spirit Fire Sail, why don't you take me to the Monster Fighting Headquarters? My level is too low." “We’ll wait until we finish fishing for those messy things.”

A mess... "..." Lao Yan was speechless, this guy was really inappropriate. After this period of play. Lao Yan discovered that the main gameplay of this game is combat and exploration, and the playability is not bad. Fishing can only be said to be a small part of the game, a way to assist exploration. But Brother Yu did the exact opposite. He regarded combat and exploration as secondary, and mainly focused on fishing... But the outrageous thing is that Laoyu's "main business" cannot be said to be prosperous, but it can also be said to be a complete mess. But it just so happens that he can be so strong no matter what he does in his side job... Lao Yan is really a little hard to understand. But there is no way, who would let this be his old friend. Thinking of this, Lao Yan could only roll his eyes and sit down to fish honestly. However, while he was playing with the bait, he suddenly saw something unusual. At this moment, Brother Yu's eyes lit up. "...Lao Yu, Lao Yu!" Lao Yan squinted and patted the shoulder of Brother Yu next to him, and said with some uncertainty: "Is there a boat over there heading towards us?" "Don't worry, you've taken the bait, you've taken the bait!" Brother Yu slapped his hand away, stared at the sea intently, and began to finish wrestling with an excited expression. But right now. Pieces of flying tiles came at him at high speed like flying blades. Bang! After a slight sound, Brother Yu watched his fishing line being cut directly. The dark big fish that was close at hand struggled on the sea surface for a moment and then quickly escaped and sank into the deep sea. "..." Brother Yu's hands holding the fishing rod stopped, and his excited expression instantly stiffened, replaced by throbbing blue veins... "Old Fish, don't fish anymore!" Old Yan was anxious: "It's the firewood snatcher mentioned in the forum..." Before he finished speaking, several pieces of flying tiles directly pierced his body, and Old Yan turned into a handful of wax ash on the spot. "Oh no!" Old Yan's wandering soul saw more clearly on the boat, and the opposite side was indeed the clay pot man mentioned in the forum. Some players had shaken a lot of people before but couldn't beat it, and if they were killed by it, there would be a heavy death penalty and a particularly long reshaping time. "Old Fish, run away!" Old Fish's equipment is not cheap. If he is killed by the fire-stealer, he will lose everything!

Thinking of this, Lao Yan hurriedly looked down, wanting to remind Brother Yu. But when he looked at the sea below, he suddenly found that Brother Yu had abandoned the Spirit Fire Ship and jumped into the sea with a splash. He seemed to be looking for something. "Old Fish, are you fucking crazy? Run!" Lao Yan's eyes widened, not knowing what Brother Yu was doing. But Brother Yu was still diving in the sea, looking for something. The fire-stealer in the distance was getting closer and closer. "..." It seemed that because Brother Yu was in the sea, the clay pot man did not knock on his head or open his heart to Brother Yu, but directly summoned a few tentacles in the pot to attack Brother Yu in the sea. It's over! Seeing this, Lao Yan sighed. I don't know what's wrong with this old fish. He didn't even run away when the fire-stealer came... Thinking of this, he shook his head and prepared to wait for Brother Yu's wandering soul to rise up, and the two of them returned together. However... After more than a minute, Lao Yan didn't see Brother Yu's wandering soul ascending. And there seemed to be some strange movements in the dark sea. "What is this kid doing?" Lao Yan couldn't help but mutter. He wanted to see more clearly, but the gravity of the spirit candle was getting stronger and stronger. There was no way, he could only stare at the sea while being pulled back. Just before his vision was about to be covered by the dark boundary. With a splash, a huge jar suddenly floated up from the sea without warning, the jar shattered, the body was torn into pieces, and strange blood floated in the sea... Followed closely by the second and third! "Old fish..." Lao Yan widened his eyes, but soon his vision was covered by the dark boundary. "Ouch, don't block me, it's so damn unlucky!" Old Yan slapped his thigh in anger. Then he quickly ran towards the milestone candle, trying to get back as quickly as possible. Killed by the firewood snatcher? What's there to be afraid of? He is at a low level now and has nothing on him. If he dies, he dies. But he must see with his own eyes what this guy Lao Yu can do!

After two days of laziness, I feel comfortable. I will start to work hard again tomorrow!