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As the fire gradually extinguished, the surrounding goats slowly returned to their daily lives. After experiencing a day of intense battles and emotional ups and downs, each goat appeared particularly exhausted. They walked step by step back to the green meadow, the place that used to be their happy home. Despite the devastation of war, this meadow remained their most peaceful sanctuary.
On this land that had witnessed life and death, only Van Loon and Vick the forsaken remained. Van Loon silently stared at the slowly burning embers, saying nothing. His gaze was deep, seemingly contemplating the past and looking towards the future. This silence brought a sense of unease and awkwardness to Vick the forsaken. To break the silence, he began to list the bones on his body in boredom, trying to distract himself.
Vick the forsaken's behavior reflects his peculiar character as a skeleton warrior and shows his helplessness in the current situation. He is well aware that his fate is completely in the hands of Van Loon. At the same time, he realizes that Van Loon is not an ordinary goat, but a being with immense power and profound wisdom.
As Vick the forsaken boredly counts the bones on his body, he suddenly hears a clear male voice in his mind, which surprises him greatly. The voice tells him, "My name is Van Loon, Vick the forsaken. Yes, I am the goat in front of you." This sudden telepathic communication leaves Vick the forsaken feeling incredulous, his eyes wide with astonishment as he looks at Van Loon in front of him.
Vick the forsaken revealed an incredible expression, his frame trembling as if trying to digest the astonishing news. He slowly spoke, his voice quivering: "I can't believe it." His eyes shifted from surprise to deep contemplation, seemingly struggling to comprehend it all. The ordinary goat in front of him was now his master, completely overturning all his preconceptions.
Meanwhile, Van Loon quietly observed Vick the forsaken, his eyes revealing a profound wisdom and composure. This telepathic exchange through The Eye of the Demon was a completely new experience for both Van Loon and Vick the forsaken.
Vick the forsaken Slowly putting down the bone in his hand, his gaze lingered on Van Loon, as if searching for an answer. He plucked one of his own ribs, his expression filled with confusion and curiosity. Shaking his head, he said mockingly, "I thought I was weird enough... turns out, you're the weirdest, aren't you?" With that, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, waving his hands as if trying to use humor to digest all the absurdity and incredibility.
Van Loon stood quietly, continuing to convey words with his spiritual voice, calm yet powerful: "This... is a long story, but it's you! How could you suddenly attack the goat community?"
The laughter of Vick the forsaken gradually stopped, and he seemed to be taken aback by Van Loon's question. A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, along with a searching expression. He slowly replied, "Attack the goat community? This... this is not my own will. Before being controlled by you, I was just an unconscious existence, driven by an unknown force."
Van Loon was curious about Vick the forsaken's words and asked in puzzlement, "Driven? What do you mean?" The framework of Vick the forsaken began to disintegrate, his bones falling apart piece by piece, until only a small pile of bones and the skull placed on top remained. His skull turned towards Van Loon, with a mysterious glint shimmering in his eyes.
"Wow! Vick the forsaken really loves telling stories... especially those of ' Forsaken'!" Vick the forsaken said, exaggeratingly shaking his head up and down as if amusing himself, then added, "Haha, get it? ' Forsaken' telling Forsaken stories!"
Listening to these words, Van Loon felt a sense of helplessness. To him, Vick the forsaken's words were not funny, and even somewhat difficult to understand. Van Loon could only quietly watch Vick the forsaken, but in his heart, he was pondering what story might be behind this skeleton warrior. Although Vick the forsaken's behavior was somewhat peculiar, Van Loon could sense that there might be important information or secrets hidden behind him.
Vick the forsaken began to slowly narrate his own story, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia and sadness. He told Van Loon that a thousand years ago, he was a handsome and dashing human, a ranger who roamed freely across the vast land.
"At that time," Vick the forsaken said, "I was a free-spirited soul, with no restraints, only endless adventures and passion." However, his fate took a huge turn in a fateful accident. The ranger Vick was unfortunately captured for robbing a wealthy merchant's treasure.
The voice of Vick the forsaken revealed a hint of regret: "After I was captured, that wealthy merchant brought in a curse caster from the demon race. They cast a terrible curse on me, turning me from human form into the current skeleton warrior." He recalled the painful moment and the cold words of the merchant: "The tale of the ranger Vick will soon be forgotten! From now on, you will become Vick the forsaken!"
This sentence left a deep imprint in Vick the forsaken's heart, and his existence became a forgotten shadow in the eyes of the world. After he finished recounting the story, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes, seemingly a mix of unwillingness to accept the past and resignation to the present.
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