At the moment when Belel was confirmed dead, the iceberg made a loud and piercing sound, and exploded into countless snowflakes flying in the air.

It was all over, and Belial's body had turned to gray powder, like the corpses of the Azra, in the sunlight. But Draenor is more worried about the survivors in front of him, who have lost loved ones and close friends, and nothing can repair the emotional scars.

Moran's figure fell to her knees, and the nomads hurriedly helped her to lie flat on the ground. Seeing this, the three of them also ran over, and Draenor confirmed the other party's condition, and quickly picked up the faint Moran and walked towards the camp.

Her slender hair fell down Draenor's chest, probably due to the overuse of her mana, and this time her body became as cold as ice, and even her golden hair became a little duller.

The group helped Moran to lie on the blanket of the tent, and her breathing was very weak, as if she had just been rescued from an avalanche.

"Vicky, is there anything you can do to get her back?" Draenor looked anxiously at Viklico, Agata and Anna had disappeared into the desert forever, and he could no longer watch the kind witch leave him.

Vicilico watched Moran's body react closely, her body stiff and cold, her lips turning from their original pink to a terrifying deep purple. Although the cause is the overuse of "divinity", the specific manifestations are similar to those of freezing.

She thought for a moment, then turned to Jeanne and said, "Now you are the only one who can communicate with them, go and tell the Bedouins to heat a jug of water, preferably with some spirits, and go!" ”

Jeanne nodded, and turned to translate Vikilic's command into Licorius and told the nomads.

Within five minutes, the Bedouins were bringing hot drinks, and Vikily took the wooden bowl, lifted Moran's back and slowly fed it into her mouth.

"Ahem......"

"She's awake?" Draenor leaned forward excitedly, only to be pushed away by Vickyrico.

"Not yet, it's just a nervous reaction. Leave us a little space, fresh air is important to her. "Vickyrie feels like a different person when she takes care of her patients, and that serious look always makes Draenor a little nervous. He simply stopped bothering Viklico's work and walked out of the tent with Jeanne.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to spare time, Delano asked Jeanne to stay at the edge of the tent so that she could help Viklico at any time, and also wanted to break her apart and talk to the elder Aboud about the changes in his body after meeting the "Minotaur".

Just a few hours ago he had discovered that he had suddenly understood the language of the Lycos, and before that he had understood the roar of Belel as he had become a beast. At first he suspected that it was just his own delusion, but as he focused, he gradually realized that the voices that he could understand were not coming from his ears, but from the depths of his own heart, near the fragment in his chest to be exact.

This induction must have something to do with the giant bull "Minotaur", because it was through this method that the giant bull made Draenor understand the language it was trying to express.

Old man Aboud led the crowd to sprinkle water on the graves of Agata and Anna with their fingers, a custom that seems to have been used by the Licus people to mourn the deceased. Several men gently placed the carved wooden carving in the shape of a parrot in front of Anna's grave, hoping that in the other world Anna could still "live" happily in the company of Vasya.

Only Draenor knew that the parrot had become the heart of Belel, and Vasya was reduced to ashes with him the moment he pierced the body of the beast with his short sword.

He stepped forward to join the crowd in the ceremony, dipping his fingers into the wooden bowl filled with cold water, and then spreading his hands with the others to scatter droplets of water on the sand where their bodies were buried.

"What two poor young men." The gray-haired Aboud wiped away the cloudy tears from the corners of his eyes and looked up at the sand that was swept up by the breeze and gradually flew away.

"Yes, I hope their souls can rest in the vast desert." Draenor tried to convey his language to the elders around him through fragments.

"I hope so...... When did you first learn to speak Licos? The elder reacted suddenly, and the voice coming from Draenor was so clear and standard, as if he had instilled ideas directly into his own head.

"It's not convenient to talk about this here, I have some things that I would like to ask you about." Draenor watched carefully as the people around him reacted, and Aboud smiled and nodded, stretching out his arm for Draenor to sit on the edge of the camp in the open space.

Draenor observed the expressions of the people not far away, and when he was sure that no one else was noticing, he reached out and opened his chest, an eyeball-sized pitch-black shard embedded in the middle of his ribs.

The elder rubbed his eyes, lowered his head, and approached Draenor's chest, then stretched out his wrinkled right hand and tapped it twice with his knuckles. Draenor didn't rush to the pain, but there was a strange echo that reverberated in his chest, as if a skin drum was embedded in his chest.

"Well, it looks like it's just a regular piece of obsidian." The elder rubbed his chin with his fingers and thought about something.

Draenor was a little disappointed by this reply, but he was at least sure that the fragment was not as simple as Aboud had suggested, and he continued to emphasize to the elder, "It may sound a bit ridiculous, but I think it's because of this stone that I understand a language I've never been exposed to." ”

The elder rubbed what little brow he had left, and the wrinkles on his face slid from side to side with the movement, "Of course, I'm just saying it looks like that. I've read of similar stones in Canaanite books before, and obsidian is considered by the Canaanites to be a treasure that can store the soul, and when it is polished and soaked in the brain marrow, it gradually becomes a 'stone of the heart'. This gem can imprison the soul of any living being, including monsters. ”

The Elder's description was the same as Draenor's thoughts in the rift, and the fragment of his chest was supposed to be part of the Minotaur Soul Stone. After the death of the giant bull, the stone that imprisoned its soul has been searching for a new host, and the poor man who died under the horns in the rift must have been bent down by the "heart stone".

"So over time, your soul will gradually be absorbed by it, and your body will become a container for obsidian to bend over."

Draenor stared into the old man's eyes, and his words didn't look alarmist at all. It's good now, even if you find the "Blood of the Great King", you still have to be bent down by the Minotaur? The giant wolf is a giant bull, is it the turn of the "blue-haired moa"?

"Hahahaha! I'm sorry, don't take it too seriously, I just teased you just now! The elder burst out laughing, tears welling up in his tight wrinkles. Draenor wondered if an old man who had lived for centuries could still be a monkey?

"Ahem, seriously. Why do I call it the 'Soul Stone'? Because this fragment is so small, it cannot save the soul of an independent mind, which may be the reason why you did not bow down to that soul, but turned its power into a part of yourself. Judging by your reaction, this stone should not be strong enough to read people's minds, but if it can make you understand other languages, I believe it will also help you a lot. The old man looked at Draenor with a dejected expression on his face and quickly explained to him.

Draenor breathed a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and recalling the stone on the bull's chest, which was at least the size of his palm, and the fragment on his chest was really nothing compared to it. But fortunately, his body has not changed significantly since then, but he has gained the ability to understand all spoken languages for no reason, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation for helping the Minotaur lift the curse.

"So, what's next?"

Draenor was staring at the huge tower looming in the distance, when he heard a burst of excited laughter behind him. I saw Vikiriko push away the crowd around the tent and walk out, the corners of her mouth raised, as if bringing unexpected good news.

"Come and have a look! Moran has recovered. ”

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