All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

The essence of the monster entwined with black smoke particles is the human soul.

Deep in the exact same circuit in the soul, exactly the same frequency of absorbing the surrounding elements.

Although these physical phenomena are the same as humans. But they are not conscious. Some are just the instinct to light and the nature of eating.

If you insist on describing it. It is the human soul attached to the dead animal. Then added a layer of black smoke special effects.

As for the extremely high offensiveness of Warcraft to humans. It seems that because humans have the closest circuit composition, they tend to attack humans first and feed on humans.

But it might be because of the resentment of the dead towards the living.

Almost all of the people who exploded the entire facility died 40 years ago. Some of them were bombed to death, some were crushed to death, and some were starved to death. After their deaths, they did not return to the embrace of the goddess nor became part of the cycle, but turned into dark monsters wandering in the mines and underground, relying on instinct to survive day after day.

If the essence of Warcraft is the human soul. I am afraid that this soul is only left with despair, and can only exist in the world in the form of a beast.

"...So. The monsters that my sister killed two years ago were actually researchers at the facility."

"Yes."

There was no sadness or joy in the ice-colored eyes, and Arnold's voice was calm.

I looked at him like this, and suddenly smiled, "Don't you feel sad?"

He did not speak.

"I'm not blaming you."

I sat up and moved to the edge of the plank, bent down, and picked up the closed magic core.

"I just think it would be great if you can understand my current mood."

Muttered softly. I put the magic core into my pocket.

Lived in this world for twelve years. I have never heard of the setting "The essence of Warcraft is actually the human soul". If this is true, the public would not know what kind of commotion it would cause.

If they knew. If the Beast that was killed was actually a deceased family member or friend—

"Arnold."

Thoughts stopped. I asked Arnold solemnly, "When did the warcraft appear on a large scale."

"After the Continental War a hundred years ago." Arnold replied quickly, "The Guardian Array was also invented at that time to protect the town from the hands of Warcraft."

...It's right.

This report is not falsified.

If Beluchis' subsequent research is based on this report. What are they pursuing?

The "drowsiness" of mine employees is due to the excessive absorption of elements in the underground circuit. Was this Blousis deliberately or was it out of control after the collapse of the facility?

"Tsk."

I snorted irritably.

The more discovered, the more unknown. With the gradual thinking, the situation is not only unclear, but it becomes more and more chaotic.

"Arnold." I pressed my lips tightly, looked at the knight who had been waiting quietly, and asked in a low voice, "Besides these. Is there anything in the hexagon."

"Yes. But—"

The handsome young man frowned, with a rare expression of confusion, "It's... some high-level magic knowledge."

I am silly. But the blind spot was soon discovered.

After all, the Bade Hexagon is a relic from Herron Oz. And he claimed to be Arnold's father.

"That—" I struggled with the wording, "Does it feel like that—a magical textbook tailored for you?"

The icy eyes opened slightly, and Arnold looked at me and murmured incredibly, "I didn't expect your Highness to think of such an appropriate metaphor."

The corners of my mouth twitched sharply. Enough hey! Is my EQ so low in your eyes!

"I chose some tricky and magical textbooks that are hard to see on the market, which are not suitable for novices. The knowledge is complex and rich, and lacks focus."

Arnold lowered his head. He lowered his eyelids slightly and looked at the hexagon in his hand. For the first time, the cold voice brought the feeling of nostalgia.

"And. Familiar and almost zero knowledge progression."

"It's the style of a mentor. It's not wrong."

"...Suddenly I understood where your extremely poor teaching method came from."

"It's really nostalgic."

Arnold said softly. He immediately raised his head and looked at me.

I was jumped by his sudden movement. When he was about to say something, he realized that his own figure was reflected in the icy eyes that had always been empty.

"Beloxis' research materials seem to be hidden inside. But until the existing'projects' are completed. No more materials can be unlocked."

Arnold said intently, "Please give me a month."

"...Don't worry about it."

I sighed helplessly at the hopeless knight, "Humans. All need to rest... If you really spend a month studying without sleep, I will die of blame. "

Arnold did not reply.

The beautiful icy eyes were shrinking slightly.

Although I don't know if I realized it. But I still care about it. Arnold.

I jumped off the wooden bed and stood before him. Standing on tiptoes, he stretched out his hands hard. Imagine how he encouraged me to encourage him before.

However, I failed.

I looked at the knight in front of me blankly, "Hey. You are too high. Squat down a bit."

Arnold recovered. Squat slightly as I ordered.

Then I got his wish and touched his head. The movements are light and gentle. But without the previous artistic conception, he feels alive like stroking the head of his pet dog.

Sure enough... as long as Arnold and I want to do something romantic. In the end it will end in failure.

The ice-colored knight looked calm throughout. I calmly stood up calmly while stroking my head. It seems that I didn't feel the gentle and firm encouragement from my "slap head killing" at all.

never mind. I don't care anymore.

The leaves engraved with the World Tree pattern, the experimental report of Bleusis, the truth about the Warcraft.

Everything that can be found is in place. The next step is to negotiate with Yinglan.

Xiao Zhang's smiling face floated in front of her eyes again. I instantly raised my hand to cover my face in pain.

Help, I don't want to negotiate with Arthur! Let sister go!

But before that, there is one more question...

"Arnold."

I lifted my face from my hands. Looking at the knight beside him crying. The handsome young knight looked indifferent. Wait quietly for my request.

"Just before—I stole my sister's necklace to open the report."

Tangled for a while. I still chose a more euphemistic questioning method.

"It's been less than two days. I believe she hasn't found it yet." I looked at him expectantly, "Do you have any good way to get me to return the necklace."

Arnold didn't answer right away. Just calmly asked, "His Royal Highness. Where is the key, Her Royal Highness, usually?"

"...She was hanging from her neck."

"Slightly difficult."

"but."

Arnold added solemnly, "As long as we sneak in at night—"

"Bold! Are you going to die!"

I broke my head and wailed, "That's the sister of one of the Knights of the Round Table! I'm afraid she would jump up and give us a sword just after we opened the curtain of her tent!"

"Only ordinary sneaking is definitely not going to work." It's different from the crazy me. Arnold was calm in both his expression and voice, "But we can put Her Royal Highness into a deep sleep in advance."

"...Use a magic device?"

Arnold shook his head, "Her Royal Highness has a self-disciplined magical device that she wears next to her body. She has certain resistance to magical guides."

I narrowed my eyes when vaguely thinking of something, "...Use poison?"

"It's just sleeping pills."

Looking at me with ice-colored eyes, the boy's voice was as clean as his pupils.

"Unexpectedly, you accepted the night attack plan very happily. Have you had experience before."

However, what he said was still so rebellious.

"...What can I do." The corners of my mouth kept twitching, "I have stolen the keys and went to Yinglan. I am ready to cooperate. I feel I have nothing to fear anymore."

Arnold squinted at me. The tone was flat and praised, "Indeed. The courage is commendable."

asshole! It's not what I thought!

"But there is a problem." I glared at him with eyes that had turned into dead eyes, "Where are we going to get sleeping pills now."

"No need to worry about this. I always carry it with me."

Without waiting for me to ask questions, Arnold confessed frankly, "I have always wanted to study the knight uniform of Her Royal Highness. But I have never been able to find a chance. Compared with the old king, Her Royal Highness is more difficult to start."

"Any ordinary person is more difficult than my father." I snorted, "To be honest. Have you already planned how to deal with me."

"Ok."

Arnold looked at me. Suddenly laughed.

Bingshan's beautiful boy's smile should be very beautiful. Light and gentle. But for some reason, the current Arnold only reminds me of the robe researcher in the laboratory looking at the mice.

"...You, why are you so obsessed with the wizard!"

In order to divert his attention, I quickly asked, "Obviously you are a genius in swordsmanship."

"The tutor only teaches me the magician."

The uncomfortable smile at the corner of the boy's mouth finally disappeared. He lowered his head, slightly lowered his eyelids, and stared at the Baid's hexagon in his hand.

A "super rare magical device" for ordinary people. For him. It's just an ordinary magic device that his only "teacher" used to educate him since childhood.

"to me."

The cold voice has a calm tone.

"Now there is only the magician left."

"...Arnold."

"Please don't show mercy to me. Your Highness."

The words of comfort that I wanted to say stopped in my mouth. I opened my mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.

And the boy with short aqua blue hair just calmly gazes at the hexagon in his hand. The transparent hexagon has six sides like a mirror, and each side reflects his indifferent face.

"Everyone is mortal."

"I don't need to feel sad."

The ice-colored eyes moved away from the hexagon. Arnold looked at me hesitantly and said flatly.

"This is the last word he said to me before he disappeared."

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Sister: Why are you so proficient at both of you and me?

For Saint Enluth, to a certain extent... it was really picking up a twenty-five boy to go home.

Oh. Also gave birth to a twenty-five son.

To be honest, Western Magic's statistics are terrible. But in order to love, I will work hard to write 100w! ! QWQ

On average, everyone has a plot of nearly 10w, and their respective main lines are intertwined with each other.

Do you feel that this is the most conscientious piao article I have ever read 233