Chapter 17: Article 7 of the Blackstone Mountain Prohibition
A cold wind blew, I don't know how long I slept I slowly opened my eyes, what caught my eye was the beautiful night sky, starry, this is also my favorite point of this world, that is, there is no industrial pollution, the starry sky at night is beautiful and nothing to say, but it is a pity that I did not see any familiar constellations, such as the Big Dipper, Orion and the like, it can be determined that even if this world is in the same universe as the earth, the two should be far away.
Not far away, the campfire crackled and burned, and Deathwing was sitting on a rock looking at the knight's novel, her still bare feet gently tapping the ground, and after noticing that I was awake, she slowly closed the book again, as if she didn't want me to see the contents, "Remember who I am?"
"What?"
"It seems that I remember, I thought your soul would be exploded directly, you are really bold enough. ”
"That Nature's Technique!"
At this time, I realized that my head hurt as if I had been hit with a hammer, and I remembered that I had fainted before I even finished performing that technique, and after a long time, I slowly said, "Probably not, since the Android Heart can be used by me, I think it should still be within my tolerance, and the person who can make this heart should not make such a mistake." ”
"Stupid," Deathwing gave me a blank look, "I mean you don't use that spell to analyze the environment, but you dare to look at me, the dragon's body after transforming into a human contains any spell chamber that you can't parse now, if you really accidentally open one of them, I'm afraid that the massive amount of information is enough for your soul to be torn to pieces in an instant!"
"I see," I shook my head with a wry smile, trying to sit up several times, but I couldn't succeed, and finally I could only look up at the night sky, I even had a feeling that this body was not mine, but fortunately I could still feel their presence, and they should not be crippled.
"And what do you see? on me?"
"To be honest, I basically didn't see anything, otherwise, would I still be alive to talk to you?"
"Basically," Deathwing's eyes flashed with suspicion, "that is, you still see something, right?" ”
"What did you see" Looking at Deathwing's expression, I felt that something was wrong, as if she was actually afraid that I would find out some of her secrets, there was a feeling that there was no silver three hundred taels here!
Especially judging from her ruby eyes staring straight at me, she should have fully opened her ability to 'see the hearts of acquaintances', unless I don't say it, as long as I say it, she can know the truth and falsehood, of course, the premise is that I don't use the spiritual vision, I naturally won't be so stupid when I come here, vaguely I feel that if I really see something she doesn't want me to see, maybe my journey to the other world may end here.
However, people are like this, they all have the idea of peeping into other people's secrets, and the more she doesn't want me to know, the more I want to know, so I began to recall the picture I saw about her when I used the tracking technique, there was a slight mark on her face, it seemed to be printed on something, at first I thought it was a table, but now I look like a book, and it happened to be the one she was holding in her hand.
"That pose"
It's not like sleeping on a book, but instead she should have put her whole head on the book, that is, she should be kneeling somewhere, and then put her face on the book, so I have a picture of a girl kneeling on the bed in this position.
Originally, this posture was nothing, but when I thought of Deathwing's abnormality, and thought of this 'romance novel' that she didn't really want others to see, I suddenly realized!
To tell you the truth, the news shocked me, but more than that, I was happy, not because I could watch her masturbate, or because I could think of it in my head, but because I liked it when a dragon liked it. Self-comforting', and when she's still shy because of this, she shouldn't be the terrible black dragon I imagined to be calculating everything, maybe as she said herself, she's really just boring, just like humans save an ant when they're bored, so that some of the worries in my heart are gone
"I see the marks of a book mark on your face," I said slowly, after a long moment of pretended contemplation.
"And then?"
I vaguely felt a stirring in the air around me, "Obviously, my guess was correct, as Deathwing's fingers had slowly retracted under her long sleeves.
"I think you probably fell asleep while reading a book, what's the matter, why are you so interested in what I see?"
"I'm just worried that you're afraid that you've actually seen some spell shafts and can't help but study them," Deathwing coughed solemnly, "As far as I know, no mage can withstand that kind of temptation!"
"I see, you don't have to worry about me," I struggled to sit up, kneading my body, and even trying to stand up, "Even if you put it in front of me, I don't know it." ”
"Looks like you're in a hurry to get revenge?" Deathwing changed the subject without a trace.
"Yes," I was stunned for a moment at the mention of revenge, and then I realized that all the good moods I had just had were gone, because I actually knew from the bottom of my heart that I really didn't think there was a good way to get revenge.
"Would you like to hear my opinion?"
"Of course," I smiled and nodded, "it would be better if you could help me." ”
"Don't think about it for you, I can't directly or indirectly interfere in the affairs of Dalaran, this is my agreement with the old man, but I can tell you that you are not qualified to argue with a mercenary group at the level of the main city now, even if you have the heart of Android, have nine professions, and want to hear a story?"
"About those friends of yours?"
"Smart, his name is Thrall, he is an orc, he is not even as good as you, and in terms of encounters, he was used as a slave in the Colosseum for fun in the years when the orcs were at their lowest, you were only killed once, and he endured all kinds of perversions almost every day, until one day, he was chosen by fate like you, and had an artifact called the Stormhammer. ”
"Is there really an artifact in this world?"
"It's just a title, the seventh article of the Black Stone Mountain ban, it is forbidden to intervene in my mouth!"
"Ahem~~ Okay, I see, Queen," apparently, the dragon didn't seem to know that her words meant a pun.
"He, like you now, is faced with a choice, whether to use the power of the artifact to get revenge on those slave owners, or to go away and wait until one day in the future when he can fully control the power of the artifact and come back, at first he wanted to choose the former, but he was told that even if you have the Storm Hammer now, you may not be able to have any great impact on the entire slave camp, after all, you can't exert its full power. ”
"So he chose the latter, many years later, not only destroyed the slave camp that had imprisoned it for many years, but also liberated the orcs, without it, you can think that the orcs of this world should still be in a state of enslavement, how similar are you to him at that time?"
"Huh~~~ I know," If I didn't know that Deathwing had a penchant for self-soothing, I might not have been moved by her words, and even doubted her motives, but now it's different, I feel that I can feel the sincerity in this, and when I paused, I also found that Deathwing was right, I didn't have the ability to shake the foundation of this mercenary group except for the painless loss of something," Thank you for the Queen's guidance. ”
"You're welcome," Deathwing's eyes flashed, "I just hope you live longer, so that the story is more interesting, isn't it?"
"My story?"
"Yes, your story. ”
Finally, I stood up, "Also, my story shouldn't be limited to Dalaran, it shouldn't be limited to revenge!"
At this moment, I really had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, as if the dead end in front of me had collapsed, since I was chosen by fate, how could I stop myself for a mere mercenary group?
"So, this could be the penultimate time we've met, in a short period of time. ”
"Why the penultimate one?"
"Because the next time I come over, I'm going to take a lot of your feces, and urine. ”
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