Ascension

Chapter 35 Lizardmen

"What happened later?" Lord Yehan asked.

"Later?" The desert witch was stunned for a while, and said with a lonely expression, "I have been wandering for more than ten years."

"Under one year old, you didn't even master the skills, yet you survived?" Mr. Ye Han was very interested.

"Maybe it's luck. During the weakest period of time, I didn't encounter any deadly beasts."

"Although I could only find berries, weeds, and bark as food, I was hungry all day long, but anyway, I managed to survive."

The desert witch was neither sad nor happy, as if she was stating trivial things:
"Later, I don't know if it was the feeling of being chased by the god of death, oppressing me day and night, and I finally comprehended the first skill."

"Limited by congenital defects, my skills are weak and can only provide the most basic protection or combat ability."

"But I'm very content. If I can't move at night, I can hide in semi-closed rock caves as much as possible to save my life."

"During the day, I will go out to look for food, but I will not go near the nests of dangerous creatures, and only dare to move in the safest areas."

"Then, by picking out the leftovers from the monsters and the edible plants that I managed to find, I worked hard to grow up and survive the weakest period."

"No wonder……"

Mr. Yehan thought of the core personality he saw in the qualification appraisal just now, and he seemed to realize something.

"My lord, the following story is very long, do you still want to hear it?"

The desert witch raised her head, not quite sure whether to continue talking.

"At the moment no one can bother us." Mr. Yehan responded lightly.

Although he was collecting information, his mind never let up, and all the troubles around him were within the scope of perception.

For now, there are no new visitors.

Jiang Haowen, Jiang Meng and the others seemed to be getting further and further away, and their positions were completely different from his.

"Just like the human mercenary group, in the spirit circle, in addition to ethnic groups, it is also possible to establish cooperative relationships between different races."

"When I was about 5 years old, I met such a partner."

"One of them is a catwoman from the demihuman race, the other is a beautiful and intelligent light butterfly, and the other is a simple and honest black rhinoceros."

"Catwoman is good at scouting and guerrilla warfare, and is always our 'eyes' and 'claws'."

"Light Butterfly is good at flying, masters the skills of the healing department, and fits perfectly with my attributes, and acts as a 'staff' in the team."

"The black rhinoceros is a savage beast, relatively stupid."

"But when it encounters danger, it always rushes to the forefront regardless of its own safety. It is undoubtedly our 'spear'."

The desert witch's cloudy eyes reflected the look of reminiscence, and she sighed softly:
"As for me, I have mixed abilities, I am not particularly proficient, and I am weak everywhere."

"In the beginning, I played the lowest role in the team. Later, relying on tacit understanding and cooperation, as well as repeatedly polished skills, I gradually became the 'shield' and 'brain' of the team."

"We don't speak the language, but we hunted and lived together for six full years."

At this point, the desert witch gave a heavy meal, bloodshot eyes visible to the naked eye permeated the fundus, and the cold and biting killing intent overflowed:
"But! Just when I was 12! Nothing left!"

"A group of lizardmen attacked us, and by virtue of their absolute rank gap and numerical advantage, they killed a large number of creatures."

"I watched helplessly as Catwoman, Light Butterfly, and Black Rhino died one by one."

"When it was my turn, I don't know whether it was anger or grief, an inexplicable force gushed out of my body, and the lizard man who grabbed me was severely injured by me. I fled that area and ran all the way..."

"By the time I woke up completely, I had already escaped from the hunting grounds of the lizardmen, crossed tens of miles, and broke into the giant frog pond..."

"Lizardman?" Mr. Yehan pinched his chin and raised his eyebrows.

This kind of lowly and lowly subhuman really likes to live in groups.

Every year at a fixed climate or season, they will start hunting activities to judge whether the tribe is qualified to become an adult, or to select the most powerful warriors to reap higher glory.

The desert witch and her three alien partners probably encountered such a thing, unfortunately and miserable.

But... explosive power in the body?
Lord Yehan's eyes flickered, and he didn't rush to draw conclusions, he signaled the witch to continue talking with his eyes.

"Without a partner, the only happiness is lost once again."

"I was seriously injured, and I survived independently."

"But disasters came one after another. In my worst state, I encountered human forces that were not necessarily weaker than lizardmen."

"I didn't have the strength to resist at all. My hands were handcuffed and an iron plate was hung on my neck. I lost my freedom and became a slave."

The desert witch showed a slightly mocking expression, and sneered:
"I still remember the roar of excitement when they found me."

"It didn't take long, after confirming that I was a gloomy flash, born with serious defects, their laughter stopped abruptly, and instantly switched to anger and embarrassment."

"At that time, I couldn't understand the language of the human race."

"But the follow-up clues are linked together. They should want to squeeze out my value."

"Since I am not suitable to be a contracted spirit, I will be treated as the most humble slave to vent my desires, sold to an auction house in the black market, and then sold at a high price to those who have special hobbies."

Lord Yehan nodded lightly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

This is the way the world is, the strong dominate the weak and manipulate them at will.

If you want to have the right to speak, you must rely on the power to subvert the order, and there is no other shortcut.

"I heard that in the end it was the senior students of Canghai Pavilion who saved you?"

"Those guys are stupid." The Desert Witch dismissed it. "They are too greedy. When they meet a beautiful woman who is acting alone, they dare to have evil thoughts that they shouldn't have."

"It's a pity that I was weak and weak at the time, and I couldn't see the complete battle."

"When I came back to my senses, there were only corpses left on the ground."

"The intention to kill is pretty serious." Lord Ye Han calmly said, "So, you owe that woman your life?"

"That's right." The Desert Witch nodded without hesitation:
"I fell asleep for a while, and when I woke up again, I had already arrived at Canghai Pavilion."

"Stayed in the rescue center for more than half a year, until today..."

Mr. Yehan pondered for a while, and continued to ask:

"I have a general understanding of the past experience. The focus of my attention is what changes have occurred in your body after your first rampage?"

"Change?" The desert witch lowered her head, looked at the iron chain on her chest, and said in a daze:
"I was originally weak, but after thousands of trainings and actual combat, I can at least control my skills precisely."

"Since losing control, my body seems to be mixed with a lot of messy things. They will inadvertently give me a tingling sensation, and they will continue to erode my internal organs."

"After saving for a certain period of time, they will burst out, impact my flesh and blood, twist my soul, drive me mad, and then fall into a state of unconscious destruction, instinctively attacking nearby creatures and even buildings."

"Sure enough!" Mr. Yehan's eyes lit up, he predicted from the beginning that the function of the iron chain was to plunder energy.

Although this will bring continuous pain to the witch, compared to the out-of-control runaway, this level of damage is not worth mentioning.

"Does your lord know the cause of my illness?"

The desert witch raised her head, one meter tall, looking up at the 1.8-meter-nine Yehan Jun, as if looking at a giant.

Her eyes were full of thirst for knowledge, obviously this question had troubled her for a long time, she couldn't sleep well, and couldn't sleep at night.

"Did everyone tell you that it's because of the gloomy flash, that your bloodline is born with too many uncertainties... so and so?"

"Is not it?"

The desert witch's pupils contracted, the needle tip became thinner and narrower, and she subconsciously held her breath.

"They were right."

"but--"

Lord Ye Han chuckled, watching the witch's eyes quickly dim and then brighten again, Feng Qingyun said calmly:
"Extreme explosion, as a result, the physical condition once deteriorated, became unstable, and may become a bomb at any time... These are indeed inseparable from the gloomy flash."

"But the core problem is that the world thinks that the dark flash is useless and has no potential to change. It always despises you, ignores you, forgets you, and pities you... Colored eyes follow you everywhere."

"Including your clansmen, who regard you as unknown, regard you as a shame, drive you out, exile you... degrade you to nothing."

"However, I can tell you today that you are actually a dusty gem with a crystal-clear interior that shines infinitely!"

"gem??"

The desert witch's limbs were stiff, and she, who had never heard such an evaluation, was shocked at first, and then confused.

"How is it possible, I am a gem?"

"A spirit with a medium bloodline can grow into a clay sculpture, consummation, in five or six years."

"I have used it for 13 years, and it is worthy of the birth of clay sculpture. Dacheng, such a growth rate...is it worthy of being called a "gem"? "

"Note, I said 'dusty'."

Mr. Yehan smiled, and said indifferently:
"Until you wipe off the dust on the surface, you will never know whether your inner core is a muddy shrimp or a golden jade."

"..." The desert witch was silent for a while, as if there was a mist floating in the sky in front of her eyes, she stretched out her hand to push it away, but she could only pass through her fingers, and couldn't see the road in front of her at all.

"Don't believe me?" Mr. Yehan snapped his fingers and was about to speak.

There was a sudden stabbing pain at the mouth of the heart, like a heavy hammer, hitting him hard.

"puff!"

Lord Ye Han lost his balance and grabbed the railing in front of him violently.

He didn't hit his head just now, and he didn't get bloody from the bump.

A mouthful of crimson blood... splashed onto the ground!
A bright red line of blood flowed slowly along the corner of his mouth...

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

Mr. Ye Han coughed violently, his face was still as pale as frost under the reflection of the shadow, terrifying and frightening.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?!"

The desert witch was taken aback, pulled the chain and took two steps forward.

I want to help Mr. Yehan through the railing.

Realizing that he didn't have a palm, only the scorpion pincers and scorpion tail, the supporting movement stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)