The blizzard outside the cave had stopped, and Vicky still felt a little dizzy.

The temperature on the beast's body gradually receded, and Vikli felt her body suddenly sink downward. She quickly got up and retreated, only to see that the beast's body slowly shrank as if deflated, and finally only a layer of fur wrapped around the human form remained.

She suddenly realized something, and reached out to lift one end of the fur, only to see that under the animal skin was a shrunken man, even though he was skinny, but the appearance Vickyli could recognize at a glance - it was the Draenor she had been looking for.

It took Draenor to open his eyes for some reason, and saw that Viklico had already lit a bonfire beside him.

"You're severely dehydrated, hurry up and drink some first." As she spoke, Viklico brought him a stone bowl with clean water.

"Ahem...... It's ......" Draenor choked on himself and coughed violently, he finally remembered the hide covering his body.

"You were deformed again last night." "Are the others okay, where did you come from to save me?" ”

Memories gradually surfaced, and Draenor thought for a moment before explaining:

"We led the enemy into a ravine, and there was an avalanche on the back of the mountain. The enemy was buried, and we lost three of our comrades.

I led the others to find the cave, but when I learned that you had come out to look for us, I went back alone to check on your whereabouts.

As I approached a forest, I suddenly smelled blood in the air and concluded that it was you...... I don't remember it very well after that......"

Vickyli could carefully reminisce about Draenor's statement.

"It seems that the conditions for being able to turn into a beast are more direct than those written in the poetry collection......"

"When I first transformed the other day, it was because I woke up and found myself locked in a container, a bunch of bald heads in black robes who wanted to say I was...... What kind of blood, and what kind of stuff was injected into my body.

At that time, I was confused, and my whole body seemed to be on fire...... I can only remember running into the forest, running to the smell of your blood and then falling. Draenor stated, reaching out and touching the huge hides draped over his body.

"But the last time I woke up, all the fur on my body turned to ashes, and this time it seems that it didn't."

Vikily was puzzled to hear the narrative of the mysterious vessel.

"Containers? The bald head in the black robe?"

She pondered for a moment, then pulled out a test tube from her bosom, which contained a similar amount of liquid to the one she had used before. She watched Draenor react closely, slowly unscrewing the seal.

"Hmm...... Ha. Slowly sensing the fragrance, Draenor burst into a few veins on his forehead, his pupils slowly dilated.

Vicilico immediately plugged the tube, and Draenor was back to normal.

"It seems that the smell of my blood can revive the beast in your heart." "But it's clear ......"

"I'm getting worse and worse, I know it," Draenor continued, covering his head, "and there used to be no noticeable reaction during the day. What the hell is going on? ”

"The beast in you, it's proliferating." Vikiriko reached out and touched Draenor's fading skin.

"This is a side effect of the White Refining Fire."

As soon as Draenor heard the word, a burning pain appeared in his body like a nerve reflex.

"What is the origin of the White Refining Fire that reborn me?"

Vikily picked up the stone bowl and took a sip of water.

"It is a spell left by the ancestors of the Misarians, an alchemy developed by De Longvis the Great. Mix gentian powder and white phosphorus, and then drop into the blood of our clan to mix, this is the basic recipe of the white refining fire.

This was first used as a potion to summon clans. It gives life to objects, even corpses, making them soulless puppets. This is also the key material used to make the doll heart. ”

Viklico continued.

"If it is used by a creature that still has a trace of life, although it will enhance his vitality for a short time, on the other hand, as the number of transformations increases, his soul will gradually be devoured.

I add very little blood to myself, but the pure blood of the royal family violently stimulates the animality in living beings, and even I use it as a stimulant as a last resort.

I'm afraid that if you don't survive the full moon, you'll be a beast entirely. ”

Draenor was a little numb to what had happened, but even at the cost of being reborn, he still couldn't accept the reality that he would become a beast.

"Is there no way to do it......" He hoped for a positive reply from Vekily, but all he heard was a soft sigh in her ears.

"Although I have lived for one hundred and twenty years, I am still a child who has just gained the right to freedom to the Blood Sect.

I decided to bring you back to Degas not only to protect these innocent people, but also to return to the Imperial City to find a way to lift the curse on you.

There is an ancient castle called Campana in the Imperial City, and the towers there contain ancient books that existed before the Holy Miracle, and we will find a way. ”

Vikili can tear the hide open and wrap it around Draenor.

"Now that the snow has stopped, let's go back and meet everyone for a little rectification before we are ready to go."

On the other hand, Hedwin had already arranged for Vicky to tell the hunters to go out in search of food after the blizzard stopped.

Just as everyone suspected that Viklico and Draenor had been buried by the snow, the two appeared at the entrance of the cave.

"Thank God, you are still alive!" Immediately they took off their furs and wrapped them around them.

"I've been waiting for a long time, so I'm worried, I'm sorry." Vekily apologizes for her recklessness.

"It's okay, it's okay. I've arranged for people to go hunting, and they said they saw a huge moose not far away, and if it goes well, we won't be hungry for a while. ”

Hedwin hugged Viklico tightly, and no matter how old she was, she looked like a little sister to her.

By noon, the hunters returned to the cave with the captured moose. The girls stewed venison soup so that everyone could fill their stomachs. After a short rest, Draenor and Viklico packed up their supplies and rode down the mountain.

"On the way to Degas, we will first pass through the state of Xingli Creek, which was originally a no-man's land, but after nearly 60 years of development, it has now become a resort for wellness and vacation. It's safe for everyone to stay there, it's up to you. Vicky said.

"In this case, as long as there is a safe place to live a stable life, everyone is very satisfied." Draenor said.

"Yes, girl, we are all defeated captives and fugitive sailors, and we are homeless. As long as you can live a stable life, you can go anywhere. A middle-aged soldier also said in the crowd.

"Uncle Field is right, we can get a life back from the traffickers thanks to you and Draenor. We will follow you wherever you go! A girl said, and the crowd agreed.

For the first time, Vikliko was trusted by so many people, and she quickened the pace of her horses and gradually left the snowy mountain realm with the group.

The crowd walked and stopped, and six hours passed like this. The moment I walked out of the forest, a beautiful scenery appeared in front of me.

It was a herb garden of nearly 100 acres, with dense black and white quinoa rendering the garden like a chessboard, and all kinds of scarlet flowers and fruits hanging like stars on the strange giant trees with a shimmering light.

In the center of the garden is a stone brick road sandwiched between two shallow streams. Looking down the road, a luxurious baroque manor house stands in the middle of the view.

Vikily was relieved to see the familiar view, "It's finally here, Deswell Manor." ”