“…… As we were about to separate, I took a closer look in the name of thanks, well, and confirmed with my nose that she was indeed Miss Soulia. I grew up in the slums, and I was naturally sensitive to scented things, and when I was a child, Miss Surya came to the slums with the Duke of Caleb to donate supplies, and I knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up. Maybe because I was young and my face was stained, she came over and handed me a handkerchief......"

Sokan finished his speech tremblingly, wiped his sweat, and then looked at the big guys around him. If he hadn't had auditory hallucinations, he would have heard a sound from the Third Prince just now.

That's Miss Soulia's fiancé!

As soon as the grand engagement ceremony between the two four years ago was over, Miss Surya entered the Morrowind study non-stop and never showed up so far, and then contacted her own observations...... The fools also knew what was going on here, and as far as they could see, there was a young mage standing next to Miss Soulia, and the relationship between the two seemed to be very close......

He suddenly felt that the third prince in front of him had become a person with a story.

Nathan was also very worried, if he knew that the third prince was also here today, he would definitely not be so reckless. When he first heard Sokan say this, he thought that there was something strange about this matter, and he originally planned to have a side chat with Mrs. Yalai, but he didn't expect things to be stirred up like this by the second thing.

Old Hank has already scolded in his heart, what is the matter, this kind of big deal can usually rub a few thousand gold coins without saying anything, this is good, he is targeted by people like the third prince, it would be good if he could save his life. As for these two......

Thinking of this, he looked at the other two with sympathetic eyes, and his mood improved a lot.

If you're about to lose your head, cherish the moment when you can still open your mouth.

……

After listening to Sokan's description, several people did not speak, especially Mrs. Yalai, whose phoenix eyes were slightly closed, as if she was asleep.

Loren knocked on the birch handrail one by one, making a "tuk-tuk" sound.

"Wood."

He spoke suddenly.

"Your Highness."

The dark shadow behind him bowed slightly.

"These two people in front of me are guilty of spreading rumors and slandering the reputation of the prince's fiancée?"

"Capital offense." Wood replied cleanly.

"Let's do it."

Lorraine pouted at the two of them.

"Your Highness." Mrs. Arrais spoke suddenly.

"What, I do something for my fiancée, do you have any opinion on Mrs. Arlai?"

"I can't talk about opinions, but there are a lot of suggestions." Mrs. Yalai did not budge. "Let the Edwards family do this kind of trivial matter."

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Lan had already withdrawn his palms from the two of them, and Nathan and Sokan didn't even make a muffled snort and fell down like two soft meats.

Old Hank swallowed his saliva, sweating like rain, and his eyes rolled and fainted as if he suddenly understood something.

Wood was a little displeased, he had just listened to Mrs. Arlai, but he was unexpectedly preempted by this guy.

Seeing this, Luo Lan smiled: "That's fine, in the future, this kind of thing that will damage Surya's reputation, I will also ask Mrs. Yalai to inform one or two, as her fiancé, I also want to contribute." After all, she is still young, and she should focus on her studies, so she has no time to take care of these rumors. ”

"That's nature."

The two looked at each other and smiled, each with a ghost, and they didn't say anything.

That night, two elite troops set out from Morning Star and headed for the Dusk Swamp.

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May 5, 775 A.D.

It has been half a year since the group entered Imotru.

In Mu Yan's dream, this time the opponent was replaced by a black-faced warrior North Wind Blowing Flowers, because the bull-headed body of the beast clan is huge, and he is very handsome with a two-handed weapon, and he is the Titan Fury with a bonus of dual-wielding two-handed weapons, so he specially asked Mu Yan to learn the orc language and changed the race.

Now this minotaur warrior is holding the "Calamity" greatsword dropped by Leorik in his left hand, and the "Burning Ash" war hammer dropped by Garden in his right hand, with a body shape of two meters and five, he is even more burly than a humanoid boss.

The aura of the ashes of the dead and the rich light of the fire were intertwined, and even the air was a little distorted.

The enemy is getting stronger and stronger, and Mu Yan is not what it used to be.

For the past five months, he has been coming to this dream battlefield every night, facing different enemies, each of whom is his former friend. Over time, he also got used to this kind of high-intensity combat, from being wantonly humiliated by a treatment at the beginning, to now being able to fight back and forth with senior fighters, his on-the-spot reaction ability, improvisation ability, and even his knowledge of magic have improved a lot. Although he has not yet reached the level of Bali Smell's freewheeling and the unity of heaven and man, with his original elemental stewing skills, his combat power has risen several notches compared to before.

The two of them were about forty meters apart, just the limit distance of the warrior's "Heroic Leap", and Mu Yan quietly softened the surrounding soil while slowly condensing the water element.

Hualuo took half a step forward, his legs slammed into force, and then he jumped high, locked Mu Yan in mid-air, and pulled out a flame from behind him and rushed straight towards him.

Mu Yan knew that he was locked, and unless he could escape forty meters away in an instant, he couldn't dodge it at all. So he decisively softened the last piece of dirt under his feet, the water element condensed in the palm of his hand, and when the opponent's flaming war hammer smashed down head-on, he raised his hands, and a twenty-centimeter-square ice shield could block the attack.

It's probably the visual effect of the mayfly shaking the tree and the mantis arm as a car.

It's not so much blocking as delaying. The huge impact force made his whole body sink in a piece, but fortunately, the soft soil under his feet provided a cushion, otherwise the ice shield in his hand that would have shattered in half a second was useless.

Rao was like this, and he also felt a tingling of his hands.

As the war hammer fell, the opponent's attack judgment took effect, and the lock disappeared, and Mu Yan immediately dodged three times in a row.

And that's not all, he then slapped his hands on the ground, and a steady stream of mud enveloped the other party, and the softened soil sank further, followed by an abundance of water elemental.

The area around the flower instantly turned into an earthen wall cage, but when he tried to smash the wall and leave the cage, the water element in the earth wall increased rapidly, and each attack would fall into the muddy water, splashing and flying mud, although it seemed to be very powerful, it actually had no effect. Then, as the weapon was withdrawn, the earthen wall returned to its original state, and this repetitive act consumed his physical strength again and again.

It's not that he hasn't tried to hit it with his body, but at this time, there are always sharp earth thorns rising from under his feet, which is impossible to prevent, making him feel cold in the backyard, so he has to give up the attack.

Temporarily trapping the opponent, Mu Yan is also poor in donkey skills, he can't use high-level spells at present, he can only use this kind of small means to play the opponent, and he has to be highly nervous, predicting the opponent's offensive, it is simply dancing on the tip of the knife, and if he is not careful, he will lose everything, and the other party will win as long as he drags it and waits for his magic power to run out.

"Hey, blackface wind, give up, you can't beat your own son."

Although he knew that the other party would not fight back, he couldn't help but speak.

In the past few months, he has always had doubts about the many mysteries that have happened to him, but there is no one to confide in, and only this is the time to complain.

The first is how he passed the trial, is the guy who appeared in the trial really Xia Mu? If yes, how did he come about? If not, then who is he? Is it really a fusion of a great nightmare, as Lancelot claims?

So why is your own system deprived? Could it be that the system has been a nightmare all along?

And then there's this dream.,It appeared so coincidentally.,Almost immediately after the system disappeared.,Could it be that this is a system upgrade? But I was obviously dumbfounded by others in the trial, and I stupidly formatted myself and lost my identity as a manager, which doesn't seem like a reason to upgrade the system, right?

Or rather...... Is it that the system feels that it is too weak?

It seems to make sense.

In addition to these, as time went on, what that guy (Xia Mu) said to him slowly faded, and his memory became more and more blurred. If those words stuck like a knife in his heart, now that the wound was gradually healing, he began to think about the loopholes in the other party's words.

If you think about it, AllTM is a vulnerability.

If he was really Xia Mu, then why did he know what happened to him before?

If he was really Shamu, then why had he been asleep before?

If he was really Xia Mu, trying to gain control of this body, then why didn't he do it when he was at his weakest, and when he was beaten half to death, there was less when he was beaten to death?

Moreover, if he was really Xia Mu, now he is dead and gone, but that knowledge, the knowledge he worked so hard to get, is still in his head, that is, Mu Yan, why does he say that he is a thief?

Why?

These are all things that he wrote down word by word, book by book, why do you say that he is a thief!?

He found that he was really stupid, and as long as a small part of the criticism thrown by the other party, even if it was only a part the size of a fingernail, was true, he would stop and think, and then reflect on whether he had really done something wrong, so he would lose to his opponent in momentum. But this time he learned smartly, and he believed that if he did it again, he would definitely be able to grab the other party and spray until he couldn't take care of himself.

However, there seems to be no chance.