Does that mean that black smoke has no effect on the human body?

His heart was pounded by this unexpected bold thought, and Vicol took a deep breath of his pipe, puffing out the smoke ring and cautiously approaching the sea. After breaking away from the snow-melting stones laid on the road, he was extremely careful with every step, for fear that his feet would slip and fall into the black ice.

It took half a minute to rub against the edge, and Vicol looked around vigilantly, and only after nervously confirming that no one wanted to push him down from behind, did he look down at the surrounding ground with confidence.

Unlike the thick ice under his feet, the black ice seemed to absorb light, and could not reflect the figure of Vicor, who was black-haired and white-clothed. Staring at the white smoke rising from his pipe, Vicol slowly removed his pipe and brought it closer to the wicked, straight black smoke. The cloudy silver filaments soon floated out of the bucket, blending with the black silk. And the colors of each other are not muddy.

For some reason, looking at the black and white smoke, Vicol suddenly had a very restless thought: What if I leaned out and tried to touch the black smoke?

Originally, I just wanted to see if the black smoke could resist the strong wind, but it could also block the smoke composed of fine particles. But just as he mustered up the courage to stare at them, the snow crow's mind became more and more trance-like, and he couldn't help but take a step towards the edge. Just as he was sluggishly moving forward, half of his body exposed to black smoke and about to fall off the black ice, a strong and delicate hand suddenly grabbed him and dragged him back to shore.

The thoughts that were in a trance by the black smoke were suddenly dragged back to the real world, and Vicor's body trembled violently, and his face turned pale with a sudden "swish". Gasping for air, the snow crow staggered back and crashed into a man.

Taken aback, Vicor, who still hadn't recovered from it, leaned his body tremblingly, only to feel that the world was spinning, and his eyes were black. Unable to hold the carved pipe that his brother had given him as an adult gift, he lost his balance for a moment, and saw it being thrown into the air and about to fall into the black ice with rapid momentum, Vicol desperately tried to pounce forward, but was pulled back by the man behind him shouting in a soft and anxious young male voice, "Do you want to die?"

Screaming to shake him off, Vicol was startled by the nightmarish "crackling" sound at the moment when he began to struggle, and his legs and feet immediately went limp. Even the wounds on his back and thigh, which had been healed by Enis, seemed to begin to ache violently - the terrible "crackling" sound stirred up horrific memories of the previous days in the dungeon. The rotting jailer wielding a butcher's knife and a stabbing whip filled the sound of the whip twitching violently everywhere he went.

In Vikol's eyes, who had not yet fully woken up from the hallucinations created by the black smoke but was startled, everything was happening too quickly. The moment his eyelids blinked, the whip was drawn with a thud and rushed straight ahead at the height of Vikol's knees. As if deliberately predicted and matched with the speed of the whip's movement, the high-speed falling pipe was impartial and extremely thrillingly entangled by the whip's head, and then pulled back by it after another explosion.

Startled by the "crackling" sound again, before Vicol could react to what was happening, he was patted on the shoulder by the person behind him in a very relaxed tone and said, "Are you okay, this gentleman?"

"Uh...... It's okay. The brain finally cleared up, and the snow crow hurriedly turned around, wanting to face the man behind him. As soon as he turned around, he removed the carved pipe from the head of the whip and handed it to Vicor. Overwhelmed to take the pipe, Vicol opened his mouth, hesitated by the gaffe just now: "Thank you for saving me, sir......"

Just as he looked up in shame that both he and his pipe had been saved by the other party, the snow crow who was looking directly at the man widened his eyes in astonishment: this man was a rare elf in the Permafrost - no, and an extremely rare male elf!

The man wore a gray-black deer hunting hat, and slender elven pointed ears and long blond hair could be faintly seen under the ear guards on the brim. He wore a wide trench coat, and his cloak fluttered gently in the cold wind, revealing the longbow behind him. The man was carrying a long whip in one hand, and his body was slightly thin, but the strength of his strong arm that had just pulled him did not match it at all. Looking at his incomparably delicate and dignified appearance, Vicor was secretly surprised in his heart: I had heard that just like Aya, the appearance of female elves was also extremely beautiful. But the same is true of elven males.

"No thanks, it's just a gesture. It seems that male elves are indeed rare here, and many people have this reaction. The expression seemed to see through Vicor's mental activity, and the man smiled kindly and easily as if he didn't mind. Taking off his hat to reveal his blond hair, he put it back on and straightened up after bowing slightly: "In the lower Cyberdat Ehrens, it's an elven ranger from the Seventeenth World Moon Shadow Forest. Just call me Cyberdart. I don't know your name?"

Immediately aware of his gaffe due to the other party's polite behavior from the land of the warm sun, Vicol hurriedly cleared his throat, stood up straight and said, "In, in...... It's Vicole Bloom. Forehead...... And ......"

Seeming to be extremely empathetic, and immediately saw that Vicol, who was not good at this kind of introduction, was a little embarrassed, Cyberdart smiled and began to look for him to go down the stairs: "Then, I'll call you Vicor." ”

"Ah, good. Looking at the black smoke with palpitations, Vicol suddenly felt that something was not right: "Sebodat you...... How did you come up with the idea to save me?"

"Actually, just because you're getting closer and closer to the black smoke, I've been staring at you for a long time. Then I saw that you seemed to have fallen into some evil and wanted to fall, so I rushed over - it was good to hold you in time, otherwise I would have regretted it. Laughing softly, the elf lowered the brim of his hat and hung the whip back to his waist. It was only then that Vicol noticed that he was still carrying two short knives.

"This ...... Once again, I am grateful. Bowing to him with gratitude and respect, the crow took his pipe and brought it back to his mouth. Taking a hard puff of tobacco, the snow crow still felt that something was wrong: "But you seem to know in advance that you can't get too close to that black smoke, right?"

"Yes, exactly. Nodding approvingly, Cyberdart's expression was a little helpless for a moment: "I was almost confused and fell into the black ice like you before, so I knew that I couldn't keep getting too close to it." This thing doesn't have the power to corrupt you directly, but it can eat away at your mind like a narcotic - it's just a lot more powerful than it. ”

"Did you really meet it?" After a moment of stunned, Vicol suddenly realized, "Wait, are you the elf who went to the Frozen Wasteland last month and never came back?"