Looking at the ashes in front of him, Hela's eyes were full of suspicion.

"Hey..." he scratched his face awkwardly, um, or the helmet, Ash said helplessly: "If you feel this thing is bad, I feel sorry, because things like Undead like it very much."

After a pause, Ashes added another sentence: "Ash is too. Of course, I am not referring to me alone..."

"So? Maybe I should call you the King of Ashes?"

Haila looked at the ashes in front of her with impatient expression. If it weren't for the strange guy in front of her that she had seen in the past five thousand years, Haila would have already made him a collection of souls...

"And even if you say that, I don't think the so-called immortals like drinking something like magma."

As he spoke, Hela glanced at the ground beside him. The golden and red liquid fell on the ground and emitted a faint halo. The feeling was like melted iron sprinkled on the ground. In this dim darkness, even this faint halo was particularly conspicuous.

"How to say..." Ashes scowled his stomach and thought about how he should meet this woman. "In fact, I have been thinking about how to fall into complete death."

"Total death?" Hearing the words of Ashes, Hela looked over with surprise. Then he said with some amusement: "Hey, you can't have the idea that the weak person named "Loneliness" was born because he saw that all the familiar people had died and lost, right?"

"Stop kidding!"

Hela said disdainfully: "If this is true, I might keep laughing at you until I get out of trouble."

"Lonely? Oh, I'll almost forget these two words if you don't say this."

Shrugged his shoulders, Ash picked up the elemental bottle thrown by Hela and took a sip. After a moment of silence, he said, "Do you know? There are only two types of immortals I have seen."

“Two kinds?”

"Yes, two." Ashes said with a familiar finger: "The first type is pessimist, who complains, and is squatting in the corner waiting for the arrival of the fire-transmitter or the flames are extinguished. "Oh! The fire-transmitter? That is the career of the great heroes." This is their catchphrase..." As he said, Ashes raised his second finger: "The second type is optimist... no matter when, he keeps an easy attitude to face all this. Being helpful, even strangers will greet you happily. If you are injured, they will even help you with treatment."

Squinted his eyes, Hela asked along the words of the ashes, "Why?"

"Because no one is dead or ashes, there is no feeling."

The voice of Ashes was sad with a little mockery. The feeling of sarcasm was not directed at Hela, but the most despicable thing for himself as an immortal, or even more sadder than an immortal.

"Since I was born with consciousness, I didn't feel anything. Even when you penetrated my heart, I didn't feel what the so-called "pain" looked like. And all the immortals or ashes are the same as me." Ashes looked directly at Hela in front of him. Although he was through the mask, Hela could feel a feeling called envy.

"Pain, itching, and even the taste of food... In terms of lifespan alone, I have been around for more than ten thousand years at the beginning of the Fire Age, but until now, I don't even know what it feels like to do AI. The Onion Knight of the Dogs Lies lied to me and said that it might be OK to masturbate, but I rubbed my hands all the time..." As he said, Ash raised a middle finger. "When I woke up again, I sat next to the campfire. The fire girl told me that I died of excessive blood loss in the end. But I still didn't feel anything."

"Uh... that's still... well... so pitiful..." As he said, Hela couldn't help but look away, and at the same time basically forgave Ash's behavior of giving the original bottle to him... At least he didn't mean it. And judging from his life experience, this guy is indeed quite pitiful...

Shaking his head, Ashes said, "No pain, no pleasure. As the Immortal, or Ashes, we are not living, but rather watching his life from the perspective of someone. But every time we die, the Immortal will clearly feel his humanity flowing out of the gap in the ring of darkness, and even his own memories flowing out. Everything that is cherished will be constantly forgotten... This long-lasting and silent torture has spawned the pessimism of the Immortal, or the Lotto. And the Elemental Bottle is one of the few things that can taste the Immortal and Ashes."

As he said, Ash said: "Of course, besides the elemental bottle in my hand, the wine made from onions is a rare treasure for immortals. Unfortunately, the yield of onions is a bit low. Even as a knight, I can only drink a small glass occasionally... I miss the wine made by the fireproof girl. Of course, only her wine is limited to her people."

"Why?"

"Nothing, it's just a bit of bad memories..."

After waved his hand, Ash sighed. Looking at Hela, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the campfire, Ash suddenly remembered something and took it out from his waist. Under Hela's curious gaze, Ash took out a small light blue bottle.

"If you don't like elemental bottles, you can try this."

"?" Perhaps because of the elemental bottle just now, Hela's face was a little distrustful alert for the thing that Ash took out now.

Shrugged his shoulders, Ash said: "Although it is blue, the mages prefer to call him the Ash Elemental Bottle. The liquid in it is cooled by the campfire solution in the Elemental Bottle. The taste is much better than the Elemental Bottle. Even as an ordinary magician, I can still use it to replenish magic. But I am just a simple knight, so I just take this to adjust the taste... Unfortunately, I don't have a taste, so I can't describe the taste to you. But I heard from the fireproof girl that this taste is a bit similar to the iced lemon soda..."

"Do you know what iced lemon soda tastes?"

Ashes looked at Hela in front of him curiously. After taking the ash element bottle, Hela did not have any questions behind Ashes. After hesitating for a moment, he poured the light blue liquid inside into his mouth. The cool liquid is a highly concentrated magic element. If he is a mage who is not good at learning skills, even if he just takes a small sip, he will enter a drunken magic state similar to an ordinary person's drunken oxygen... But this is nothing to Hela.

Feeling the magic power in his body that broke through his original state, Hela's eyes were slightly stunned. Then he drank the liquid in the gray element bottle more quickly and directly.

He breathed a little comfortably. The reason why Odin imprisoned Hela here is because there are natural magical exhaustion and containment here. Because the magic power in his body, or divine power, is in a state of half-satisfaction for many years, the power that Hela can exert is far less than that when he was fighting... Hela had the energy to gain power as long as he stood on Asgard's land. Due to the limitations of the Lun Inscription, compared with the heyday, Hela's current strength is already good to have four percent of the original strength... and now, Hela's power has recovered to 60% of the original!

Even said that without the suppression of the Lun Inscription, Hela's magic might have been restored to full now!

"Is there any more?" Haila's face was calm, but from her trembling palm holding the gray elemental bottle, she could see that her heart was definitely not as plain as she saw outside. She looked at the elemental bottle with half of the remaining one in Ash's hand. Her eyes were suddenly stunned, and then muttered to herself: "You just said... this is the cooled one in your hands..."

Hearing this, he looked at Hela's eyes that seemed to be glowing green. Ashes carefully raised the elemental bottle with half of the remaining one in his hand and said, "I did say that, but..."

Before Ash could finish her words, Hela snatched the elemental bottle in Ash's hand with a "pop"...

"I'll treat you to onion wine when I go out."
Chapter completed!