When the sun sets below the horizon and the two moons rise from east to west, Arcanis fears that he will never see a warm sun. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info stay until dawn, the morning light pierces the night, and the sun returns to the earth. Arcanis, who ran tirelessly in the forest, happily crammed the matter into a notebook.

Melly, who watched the whole process, gave up the last shred of hope, and had to accept the brutal fact that Arcarnes had completely lost all of her memories, which meant that its husky barbecue was completely lost.

After writing the last word, Arcanis happily tucked the notebook on his lap into the interdimensional space pocket around his waist. She climbed to the top of the tree, looked into the distance and chose her own direction, and every direction was so attractive. There was a scorched tree in the hills, a sea of trees that spread to the distant peaks, each of which made it difficult for her to choose, until she saw a green field, and her green eyes, full of desire to explore, were firmly intrigued.

It was a green space full of life, like the eyes of the forest. Brightly feathered birds chirp in the branches, butterflies flutter among the flowers, and rabbits can be seen running across the meadows under the half-waist-high grass.

There's a big rock in the meadow! There must be an unknown kingdom down there, waiting for her to explore.

The half-elf screamed happily and jumped from the tree impatiently, forced to experience the weightless Melly in her hood with a helpless meow. The newborn Arcanis seems to have endless energy, and what is even more terrifying is that she is not tired even if she does not sleep, and with her strong curiosity and desire to explore, it is simply an alternative torture for the little milk cat Melly.

Of course, this is like a desperate whimper, which can provoke the most sympathetic meows from women (this cat once relied on this trick to get roasted dragon meat from a female ranger), and it has no effect on Arcanis.

The half-elf happily jumped over the bushes, then over the flowers, and ran to the big stone. However, when she crossed the invisible border, everything in front of her suddenly changed.

The lush tree had only bare dead branches, and the branches were bent, as if it were an old man who had died of illness. The grass turned to ashes, revealing the black earth, and a dried rabbit with empty eyes lay on the black ground, and a butterfly with only half of its body fell on its head.

A gust of wind swept across her cheeks and into her nostrils, and unlike the warm and crisp winds of the forest, it carried with it the strange stench of this land of death, like pouring concentrated sulfuric acid on a heavily decomposed corpse.

A menacing whine woke Arcanis from her stunned state, and she was surprised to find a muscular "beast" crouching on the empty rock, completely different from the little creature she had been harassed before.

"What's that?"

Standard lingua franca, but Merry knew Arcanis wasn't asking her, and managed to lie on Arcanis's shoulder, and when it saw the giant beast lying on the stone in front of it, it was so frightened that it loosened its front paws and almost slipped into its hood.

It was a four-meter-long "black panther", but Melly didn't think it was a creature from nature, because it just looked like a black panther. Its black fur looked like it had been gnawed by a pack of wild dogs, and its exposed scarlet skin dotted its body in patches.

It hunched its green saliva dripped down its mouth along the two scimitar-like fangs, corroding the dying grass under the stones, a pair of eyes that emitted a dangerous green light stared at the uninvited guest twenty meters away from it, and the three tails with bone blades at the end of the tail were dangerously cocked, which was a manifestation of this kind of monster that would attack people at any time.

However, it wasn't the dangerous monster that terrified Melly the most, but other more dangerous signs: the trees around the monster were scorched, and the plants at the edge of the dead were dying, a masterpiece of corrosive power from the lower planes.

The mutt cat who had followed Arcanis to kick the ass of the Otherworldly Priest and chop off the head of Tanari could guess with his own tail that the panther in front of him was a dangerous creature from the lower realm. Purgatory represents extreme evil, extreme evil represents danger, and it may appear here with a squadron of demons or an evil mage.

"Meow meow!"

It roared at Arcanis' pointed ears, and Arcanis turned its head strangely to look at it, not in the slightest attitude towards the terrible monster. The panther jumped off the stone, let out a dangerous roar as she hunched over and slowly walked towards the weak-looking half-elf in front of her, and there was a dangerous aura about her that made him afraid to attack first, but to warn his master.

And Arcanis, who finally sensed the approaching danger, did not hesitate to call out a pair of scimitars in the bracelet.

Suddenly, a sturdy hut appeared behind the terrible panther, and it looked like an ordinary hut with a sturdy door and two shutters. A black-robed mage hurriedly opened the door.

He was tall and thin, with his hood pulled down, his eyes filled with the magic that saw through all falsehoods, his emaciated cheeks and high cheekbones, and his gray-yellow face was cold and hard.

"Ahh Arcanis!" The black-robed mage's face was calm and composed, revealing a hint of panic and more surprise. See through all the false magic and tell him that the half-elf girl in front of him is not a fake.

"Yes. ”

The half-elf nodded, staring at him curiously.

The mage gasped and took a step back, the keen behemoth feeling a hint of fear from its master.

He quickly pulled out a silver monocle, through which the mage's eyes radiated a chaotic and good light, and most importantly, a terrible line of words on her head: Arcanis, Disha and the Unknown Creatures. Generally speaking, an unknown creature represents a spell failure, but the spell target is Arcanis, and there is no second person. This result is unlikely to occur regardless of whether the spell is successful or not.

However, this strange result is not worse than the 1/10,000 of "Arkanis, Disha".

The alarm bells of danger rang in his head, and his hands were cold and his face turned pale.

Acarnes the Apostate, the damned god who abandoned the great gods of lies and intrigue. Not only did she betray her faith, but she also burned down the church in Berwick, and even worse, she cut down the statue of Shirek, the god of conspiracy, into eight pieces and stuffed it into beef to feed the dogs. It was a god that had been blessed by Ciric, and there weren't many of them in the entire continent.

The enraged god of conspiracy, Ciric, has issued a rare order for a total hunt, and almost all of the thieves' guilds have hunted down Arcanis, and countless wanderers have sharpened their daggers and stabbed her to death.

As a result, four bishops were killed by the dagger, and all of them lost their prestige because they could not catch Arcanis, and they rebelled.

In the end, no one spoke of the order again, for the moody god denied that he had given the order, and anyone who dared to mention it would be a slander against the great Ciric, and would be stabbed to death with a venomous dagger.

After the news of her death spread throughout the West, almost all the senior Hireks raised their glasses to their gods, except for the ignorant youngsters.

Because one of Arcanis's great hobbies was to slowly torture the Shirek who had fallen into her hands. One of the best members of the black-robed mage was pulled out of his intestines by Arcanis, forcing him to use his own intestines to play a game of rope flipping with her(1), and finally died of Chrysanthemum's blood loss, because there happened to be a hibernating black bear nearby.

Of course, the death of the black-robed mage's friend has a lot to do with the failure of the "Emergency Teleportation Escape" magic item he bought from the black-robed mage at a great price.

The black-robed mage thought it was the best deal, as he not only sold the inferior magic items for a large price, but also took his friend's inheritance into his pocket.

Now, the old fears have come to life, and they are still standing in front of them.

Now his face was as dead as death, and the black-robed mage's brilliant brain quickly came to a desperate conclusion: he was going to die today.

Arcanis must have found this place in a premeditated manner, and since it was premeditated, then naturally he couldn't escape.

Despair filled his body, and the black-robed mage's narrow brown eyes stared at the ignorant half-elf in front of him. In his eyes, she was like a cat playing with mice under its paws.

But soon,

The desperate fighting spirit of the trapped beast replaced the sparkle of fear in its eyes, and since it was dead, it was necessary to bite off one of the cat's nails before dying.

The black-robed mage began to recite powerful words with the belief that he would die......

(1): As for how to play with the intestines? Of course, the intestines are magically treated.