Chapter 360 Are You Dying Soon?
Gorza was not embarrassed by Kismet's use of the word "spanking" and he even laughed like Kismet.
"Hehe, they don't have time to come and spank me right now."
As soon as the two people started talking, the tense atmosphere before the war disappeared instantly.
There was an eerie silence between them again.
About a minute later, Gorza broke the silence first.
"Why are you following Thor?"
"Oh, I need to think about this excuse carefully." But Kismet held the piano and thought for less than three seconds, "Maybe it's because I'm curious about what happened to him."
Kismet seemed to be lost in his memories, smiling with great interest.
"I've never seen such a twisted fate. So I'm very curious, what secrets does he have?"
Gorsa's eyes curved up, as if he was smiling triumphantly.
"I have sent the news of your presence in the Western Continent back to Skye City. I think many people would like to come and talk to you."
The smile on Kismet's face disappeared.
Gorza added, "Oh, by the way, Lady Oliphia also wrote to remind me that you should go back to Skye to see her."
Kismet's face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.
He stared at Gorza for a long time before speaking: "As expected of a young genius from the Glorious Family, your network of connections is really wide. Is Ophelia even your client?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, but Golsa had no intention of arguing with him. He just looked at him with a slight smile.
Kismet knew that he was already slightly inferior to the other player. He turned the harp at his fingertips and said, "Okay, you win. Oh, what a pity! The story of the Western Continent has not even begun yet, and I have to temporarily exit. How boring!"
"I climbed high to look far, but turned away just before the sun rose over the sea... My life is always filled with so much helplessness. Ah, fate, you always weigh on my head, watching me struggle with a mocking look, and letting me sink with a joking look~"
He began to play the piano again with a sad look on his face, singing in a strange accent, then turned and walked towards the Chuishou Valley.
The wind and sand blew up, covering his figure.
Gorza watched Kismet leave until he could no longer see him, then he suddenly slid down the tree trunk.
He covered his chest, his body twitched twice, and then gradually calmed down.
"Are you dying?" A pleasant voice floated into Gorsa's ears from under the tree.
Gorza looked down and saw the half-elf who looked a little disheveled, but still good looking.
He did not answer the half-elf's question, but asked with a gentle smile: "Killed?"
"Run away." The half-elf answered without any burden.
Gorza was not disappointed. "Wilde used the Lost Soul Flower, right?"
"Um."
"That's all. He suddenly showed up recently, but I'm in a critical period and can't spare too much energy. If you can't kill him, you can cripple him for ten years."
"Then the commission is completed." The half-elf nodded, then turned and walked towards the woods.
Gorza frowned slightly, with pink bandages piled up on his forehead. "Don't you never go near the Forest of Four Seasons?"
The half-elf stopped and turned his back to Gorza.
"I don't want to live anymore."
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. "The pollution in my body is almost uncontrollable. The action just now has accelerated the time of collapse."
Gorza sighed softly. In fact, when he commissioned the half-elf to attack the land boat, he had already anticipated that it would aggravate the opponent's collapse.
He originally thought that the half-elf would ask for a high price, but unexpectedly, the other party agreed very readily.
It turns out that the half-elves' willingness to make extensive use of their abilities and use pollution to kill ships is actually a form of self-destruction.
Gorsa also understood that the other party was really tired of living.
"I heard the call of my ancestors." The half-elf suddenly turned around and let Gorza see his face clearly. "Gorza, this world hates elves. I can't change that."
Seeing the half-elf turning back, the muscles on Gorza's face suddenly tensed.
The half-elf noticed Gorza's reaction, said nothing, turned around, and continued walking deeper into the forest.
"Half-elf, kick Thor out before you die!" Seeing that the other party's figure was about to disappear, Gorza pressed his churning chest and shouted.
The sound was like a sharp arrow, piercing through the air and plants and clearly reaching the half-elf's ears.
The latter waved his hand, which was considered as an agreement.
Golsa breathed a sigh of relief, "Really..."
He had always known that half-elves were very beautiful, but if he was asked to describe them he simply couldn't put it into words.
He couldn't even remember what color the half-elf's skin was, how many eyes it had, or how long its hair was... He only knew that the combination of those facial features was indescribably beautiful.
But such a beauty is not even allowed to exist.
Half-elves don't even dare to have a decent name.
Although he is already a second-level wizard, Gorza still doesn't know the real reason why the elves disappeared.
After getting to know this half-elf, he had some guesses, but was unwilling to think too deeply about it.
When the half-elf said that she was hated by the world, her originally beautiful and harmonious facial features suddenly became extremely distorted and terrifying, and all the once beautiful nouns were instantly replaced by disgust and weirdness.
Gorza, who possessed the strength of a top second-level wizard, felt nauseous and wanted to vomit after just one look. He even wished he could take action himself to make this guy disappear from the world completely.
Fortunately, he suppressed this thought.
The hidden information in this makes one's hair stand on end just thinking about it.
"There are too many unknowns, not even this one." Gorsa tapped his head, trying to forget what had just happened.
"Now let's talk about you." Gorsa suddenly lowered his head and said.
A black human-shaped shadow emerged from his body. The figure was slender and petite, like a young girl, and as thin as paper. When the wind blew, it swayed.
"I asked you to locate it, so why did you chat with Wilde for so long?"
Youla's voice came out, "I knew him before, and since he's going to die, let's say goodbye."
"No unnecessary words?"
Yura laughed, "Are you angry?"
Gorsa reached out and stroked Yula's head, his pink fingers occasionally disappearing into the black shadows and then coming out again.
His voice was still as gentle as water, "Youla, you must remember that I am the only one who will spare no effort to revive you."
When Golsa touched her, Yula's shadow began to tremble and her laughter stopped abruptly.
She trembled as she spoke, "I know that only after I complete the resurrection experiment can I live like a human being."
"Yes, living like a human being was once so easy. Look at the half-elf, he also wants to live like a human being, but his other half of the elven bloodline keeps pulling him into the unknown abyss." Gorza exerted force and stuffed Yula into his body again. When the black shadow sank obediently, he whispered, "So you have to thank me."
"I allow you to be naughty, but you can't betray me."
"...I understand." Yula's suppressed answer came from Gorza's chest.
Gorsa smiled with satisfaction, and the next moment, his figure disappeared among the woods.
As if it had never appeared.
Outside the woods, the flying boat that was experiencing hell on earth suddenly began to freeze.
All the struggles and pains were transformed into sculptures.
In the end everything turned into a huge ice sculpture.
The sun shines, the temperature rises, and the ice and snow begin to melt.
It melts into the soil, into the cracks in the rocks, and into the spring breeze; it is absorbed by the trees, the flowers, and the flies.
The huge ice sculpture disappeared just like that, without even a trace left.
While life was peaceful in the outside world, Thor could only run on his own two legs in a dense forest.
He jumped over the bushes, dodged the branches that suddenly fell, and was running wildly in the primeval forest following Mark.
And they ran away only because Mark suddenly shouted "The elves are coming!"
Then he dived into the dense woods nearby, leaving only the words "Follow me if you don't want to die!"
(End of this chapter)
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