Chapter 266 How can I not hate you?
The sudden change in the human girl's aura startled Kellum.
The red eyes had lost their gentleness, and his figure seemed to be immersed in cold blood.
"You said I blocked your path and hit your rock." Vifiya looked at me with a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Who saw that?"
The human girl's sudden change of tone stopped Kellum in his tracks.
Yes, no aliens saw it. This road was not a main road. The aliens came here because of his noise.
The sudden change in the human girl's attitude made him cringe. But he was not wrong, was he? He was surrounded by aliens waiting to see him make a fool of himself. He knew everything.
He stammered a few times and raised his voice, as if, as long as his voice drowned out hers, she wouldn't be able to contradict him. "You did it! You blocked my way! You hit my rock! You were targeting me on purpose! You almost destroyed my rock! You destroyed my rock! It's all your fault!"
Vifia chuckled, her words still in the gentle voice familiar to the aliens. She asked curiously, "You keep emphasizing this because you want it to become a reality?"
She took a few steps forward in front of the aliens, and before Kellum could stop and retreat, she snatched the stone from his hand.
"Bang, bang, bang." The ore fell to the ground again, and the aliens watched in amazement as things developed in another direction.
Kellum's face changed, a silver light flashed before his eyes, and under the long sword, a piece of ore was shattered into pieces.
Vifiya drew back her sword, her lips curled up, "I'm apologizing to you out of respect. You don't really think you're something, do you?"
There was complete silence all around.
The dwarf craftsman's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly, and his face turned red due to humiliation.
At first, Vifiya didn't want to make a big deal out of it. Just like what the fairy with the little flower on her head said, it was just a small matter.
The incident was actually very simple. She had been thinking about a lot of things these days and naturally wanted to take a quieter path. It was a coincidence that she met the alien who had wanted to make trouble for Kaharun and the others.
The stone road was more than enough for them to pass through, but what was unexpected was the sudden gaze of the god. The omnipresent coldness was even worse than before, which made her feel dazed for no reason. So every time she tried to avoid the alien's movements, she happened to bump into him.
"Miss Vifia, it's confirmed," Valega's voice echoed in his mind. "There's indeed something amiss with the dwarf craftsman just now."
Well, if nothing unexpected happens, it is an anomaly similar to what we saw on the remains of the Old Dust Monument about the war four hundred years ago.
But that is an abnormality that amplifies negative emotions, not one that makes people say the opposite. In other words, what the dwarf craftsman said was what was deep in his heart.
Maybe it was because she had experienced death too many times, so no matter whether they were in her future or not, she wanted them to live a good life.
Seeing the dwarf craftsman trembling with anger, Vifia didn't care at all. She put her hand on the hilt of her sword and said, "Also, if they have any trace of you in their trouble, I will blame you directly."
Kellum shuddered; she was serious.
The early spring sunshine is not scorching even at noon.
The matter was resolved, but Vifiya did not leave immediately.
She suddenly turned around and gave a gentle smile to the other foreigners who were watching the fun: "You'd better leave immediately."
Just when the aliens finally came to their senses and were confused by her inexplicable words, the human's next firm words were like thunder falling to the ground.
"Red snow is coming."
Vifiya looked up at the blue sky. It was a good day in early spring, if God was not watching.
She thought she already knew the reason why the red snow fell, but it still needed to be verified, and the method of verification was very simple.
The aliens whispered in shock. Some wanted to ask her directly, but she looked unwilling to say anything more.
Regardless of whether it was true or not, Hong Xue was a terrifying existence in the hearts of the aliens. They also remembered that she was someone who had survived in the White Realm, which added a lot of credibility to her words. Most of the aliens had already moved their feet hesitantly.
Vifiya didn't pay attention to how many aliens left, as she had already reminded them.
She waited quietly, and waited...
A blood-red snowflake landed lightly on her eyelashes, showing no sign of melting in the sunlight.
A cold light flashed across the red pupils.
really.
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The chill in the room faded away, and Isidore stared at the incomplete source of magic in his hand.
Although it took him a lot of time, fortunately all the analysis has been completed, the source of magic has been basically cracked, and the curse in the body is also dissipating.
All that was left was for Osha to finish treating her magic stagnation before they could proceed to the Simpalai ruins.
Thinking of this, he looked at the letter on the table that Kaharun had sent not long ago. The letter only mentioned two things: one was asking how Osa's treatment was going, and the other was saying that Vifiya was going to talk to them about her.
The appearance of the latter incident had already attracted Isidore's full attention.
He felt vaguely uneasy.
Vifiya is extremely cautious in some aspects, such as secrecy.
He was happy that she was willing to share things with them proactively because it showed trust.
However, the long-term attention he paid to her made Isidore have an inexplicable bad feeling.
He lowered his eyes, and incomplete runes emerged intermittently from the cold source of magic, and complex magic power lingered in his palms.
He sensed the magic power inside, a look of doubt flashed across his brow, and he used his own magic power without hesitation.
The magic source that had been basically cracked was actually hindering the advancement of his magic power. The complex runes contained ancient power. Isidore could feel the enormous power just by touching it.
Suddenly, a slow whisper came from the source of magic, as if it came from the deepest part of the darkness, a whisper from an ancient unknown source.
"Reset, reset."
"For the ■■th time, ■■."
"The ■■7th■■, ■■starts■. ■■■■■■ intervenes, ■■■■ intervenes, ■■■ intervenes, ■■■■ intervenes, ■■■ intervenes, ■■■ intervenes."
The unclear tone and unfocused words made Isidore fall into deep thought.
The broken runes could not accurately determine the type of magic in the magic source. He quickly found a breakthrough point in the intermittent sentences.
The mumbling stopped, and the entire source of magic fell silent, with only the broken runes rotating repeatedly.
The reason why this condensed magic can last for a long time without dissipating is obviously because of the rotation of the runes.
Another thing that concerned him was why his magic power was in the magic source?
Although the whole paragraph of ramblings did not give a particular focus, but...
The silver eyes beneath the grass-green bangs were silent, staring at the source of magic that no longer "spoke".
Putting aside the ambiguous first sentence, the second and third sentences are obviously easier to understand. For each number, there must be a string of numbers in the middle, and the "7" in the third sentence proves it.
The number of times represents a repetitive process, which is not difficult to guess. It is just like every time he conducts a magic experiment, if the first time fails, he always has to do it a second and third time.
Now looking back at the first sentence, as expected, it is also a sentence that proves the "repetition".
The key, then, is repetition.
"Repetition", what is being repeated and why is it repeated many times?
When something is important to a certain extent, in order to achieve a certain result, "repetition" is inevitable, and "repetition" represents previous failure.
"Intervention" can only be human, and the intervention of multiple parties means that the result to be obtained is extremely important, or in other words, it is a result that is far more important than the effort.
Isidore silently pushed the source of magic away, removing the cold aura, and at the same time, added a solid layer of magic to the entire room.
Silent magic power gathered from under his feet, emitting a dazzling light. Complex runes rose from the ground and then rotated, gradually getting closer to the ground. A magic circle was covering the range of the magic layer.
He stretched out his hand towards the magic source not far away, and the magic power pouring out from his palm instantly condensed into a magic circle in the air, with the tail end connected to the magic circle on the ground.
This is the solace of the spirits.
On the other side, Isidore's left fingertips, which were temporarily free, moved slightly, and a small magic circle appeared on the table, and the letter suddenly fell.
A strong, calloused hand took the letter firmly.
A sharp silver light flashed, and bright red liquid fell "plop", dyeing the flowers and plants on the ground red.
Osa nimbly turned her wrist and chopped off the head of another monster. She shook the blood off her sword and her eyes fell on the letter.
When she saw the contents of the letter, she was slightly startled, then returned to normal and naturally put the letter into her belt.
The Elf King and Ariana were observing the sword in her hand. The sword was emitting a faint blue wave composed of the power of the elves.
Her elven power has stabilized.
If she had not received treatment for her magic stagnation before, Nimuwei and the others would not have been able to cure her in such a short time.
Although those human magicians lacked a very important thing when treating patients, they were heading in the right direction.
As the daughter of Selulan, the fundamental reason for the stagnation of her magic power is the conflict between the magic power and the power of the elves in her body. If one of the powers is not sealed, the two powers will collide everywhere in her body, causing her body to fall into disorder.
So what she needs is balance.
With the help of Nimue's elven power, her two powers were adjusted to a balanced point.
Nimuwei lowered her eyes and let Ariana come forward to make basic daily inquiries. She herself was thinking on the spot, looking away.
The former king's last words were exactly what she had expected. Her gentle mother's last words were nothing more than the hope that she could grow up safely and lead the elves well.
Perhaps, her mother was really not fit to be a king.
Nimue was not disappointed, although she did hope that her mother would express something other than just her love for her. But how could she blame her mother for her love?
She glanced at Fenric beside her, signaling him to go up and pay more attention to his nephew. Who knows, he might hear her call him uncle in the future.
Fenric knew what their king was thinking. He glanced at Osa and the others, then reluctantly took a step forward.
Nimuean stood quietly, the tender scene of two elves and one person in front of her not happening at all in her mind, she was quite serious.
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
If the giant screen could disappear, she and Selula might have a chance to meet again.
Since Selula couldn't come to see her, she could go to see Selula, and of course she could bring Arianna and her weird brother with her.
Osa sheathed her sword, her body feeling lighter than ever before.
The elven power in her body was flowing slowly. She compared the difference between the two powers, but found that it was very small. The biggest difference was that the directions of their flow were completely opposite.
She honestly answered every question Ariana and her brother asked about their experience using the power of elves.
Finally, with a hint of gentleness on her face, Ariana concluded, "It's OK. Your magic stagnation is basically gone now."
Well, Osha also made the decision to go to the Simparai ruins as soon as possible.
At the same time, a sharp sound came from her mind, but it seemed like a sweet temptation.
"Don't you hate it?"
"You should hate it."
"How can you not hate?"
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