The broken soul core that was originally obtained is completely different from the second and third pieces in nature.

The latter two belong to soldiers who died and died. Just from the riddle man's copy description, you can feel a fearless heroism.

If affixes are extracted from the copy, the second and third pieces are undoubtedly common and belong to the same nature.

But the first piece comes from Ge Jiashitafu's soul core. According to the background of this soul core, the sealing of emotions like "regret" and "sad" should be like "sad" -

The soul core prop is currently a special promotion prop that belongs to the undead system. The power attributes of the undead system are often inseparable from darkness, curses, etc. This is inherited from the main god of his belief, the god of death "Tris" - the dry old man Cyril met in a small town church at the beginning, who had part of Sandru's soul, and when he said it, he pronounced the name of Tris.

Of course, this does not mean that a dignified god can only play with these insignificant things, but as the gods transform into stars, the power of the subsequent gods and the subsequent undead creatures that the gods and the people who are subsequently declining, and the power attributes that can adapt to become thinner.

Some players have speculated that the main power of Death may be inseparable from "time", and no matter what work it is, time and space are the top elements-

But the undead today probably cannot touch that realm.

In a sense, the power attributes of the second and third soul cores do not match the power attributes specialized by the undead in a broad sense. The nature of the first block is more in line with the nature.

Thinking of the scenes in the first two soul cores, Cyril was wary of the huge negative emotions that the first soul core might bring—

His consciousness gradually sinks into it, and after a brief period of darkness, his eyes suddenly become brighter-

"Shisha, shisha—"

He opened his eyes.

The sound of insects was babbling in my ears. If you turn your head slightly, you can see a red-patterned cricket lying on the trembling grass tip, which gently trembled with thin wings.

Only half of the bright sunshine was blocked by branches. This was obviously a clearing in the forest. The dazzling sunlight made him squint when he turned back.

Sure enough, consciousness came to the elf's home court, in the forest.

He sat up quickly, but as soon as he was halfway up, he felt a pull behind his head - half of his long hair was pressed under him, and he was naturally pulled with his movements.

Wait, such a long hair...

He reached out and touched his chest, grabbed it again, and his expression gradually became strange.

Perhaps from this moment on, we have to call it "her"-

However, Cyril quickly accepted the identity setting of this consciousness investment. Anyway, it was just a short time of identity experience. Besides, as a wanderer, he had often taken on the task of changing clothes and sneaking in - although at that time, he just had to change clothes in the equipment bar.

She sat up.

This time the scene in the stone tablet is more detailed and realistic than the previous two times. She estimated that this is because its source "Gejiastafu" has a much higher power level than the Silver Blade Knight and the Radiant Infantry Regiment.

After all, Ge Jiastafu is a famous and surnamed among the elves.

She was hesitating about how to proceed to the next step, but she heard a faint sound of water coming from the front, as if someone had jumped out of the water. Then, the bushes in front of her were pushed away.

What was revealed before her was a naked, beautiful elf body.

Her fair skin was like white stone under the moonlight. The water droplets were dried from it, and the dark green hair that fell on her plump chest, flowing along her graceful arc, passing through her tight waist and thighs without fat. She moved her long legs, and the grass leaves around her were greedy on her skin, and she bent down and gently dusted off.

Cyril wanted to look away, but the crystal blue eyes, like the sky, sucked her eyes firmly, making her unable to even turn her head.

Cyril had seen her, in the Corro jungle, the "Gejastafu" transformed into the avulture of Gestafu.

But she was not so stunning at that time, but now she was as beautiful as if she was far away from the world.

"You are here." The mature voice was extremely seductive, as if it was a slight commotion in the itchiest part of the person's heart.

Cyril nodded calmly: "I'm here."

"You shouldn't have come." Ge Jiashitafu sighed softly, as if he was extremely regretful.

"But I'm still here." "Cyril" continued.

She secretly guessed the meaning of the other party's words, and was wary of her sudden pulling out a sword and stabbing her.

But Ge Jiashitafu did not show any threat, but continued to whisper: "Although you are the Highness in my mind, the candidate for the Supreme King has not been confirmed after all, and you are a little bit here..."

The Supreme King?

"Cyril" gradually became confused - at the previous Mufeng Festival, the Bai Song clan colluded with Ao Saint Emma and tried to achieve a new integration between the elves through Ao Saint Emma and establish the elves' kingdom, but that was the latest.

So at the beginning of the era, the elves had already considered integrating the elves kingdom?

While she was thinking, Ge Jiashitafu had already walked to her side and squatted down slowly. Her plump breasts were squeezed and prominent with this movement, almost sending them to "Cyril"'s face.

"Cyril" tried hard to control his emotions, and according to his previous thoughts when dealing with the avulture, he asked vaguely: "Are these... necessary?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Ge Jiashitafu knelt on the ground with her knees, on the dry and warm pile of hay, then leaned forward like a stretched cat, stretched her arms straight, and her long dark green hair covered her back like a velvet quilt, and her arched buttocks showed a beautiful arc.

Then she simply lay down completely, lay beside Cyril, her calf tilted backwards, and her words did not stop.

"It is inevitable to pay the price to expel the Black Forest."

"Even if... the green trees beside us will wither because of this?" "Cyrill" had sorted out the logic and asked tentatively.

Ge Jiashitafu, beside her, turned her head and stared at her with beautiful crystal blue eyes. Then she turned sideways, supported her head with one hand, and held "Cyril"'s hand with the other hand, put it in front of her mouth and kissed her gently.

"Even if the green trees will wither and the green mountains will be desolate, as long as we can achieve a greater future, I am willing to bear this crime. All this is for the great rejuvenation of the elves."

She closed her eyes, as if she was asleep, and murmured:

"Nora is on, please allow your people to go astray."

Her breathing gradually calmed down, and finally she kept holding hands and fell into a deep sleep. The sunlight shone on her white body, steamed the water droplets dry, and then coated with a layer of holy golden clothes.

It makes people live without any blasphemy.

Cyril was silent, and he had already sorted out all the logic in his mind.

What Ge Jiashitafu has to do is to extract the power of life from the forest, thereby reviving the Moon Spring, so as to eliminate the Black Forest forever.

When he was in the Corro jungle, he thought that Gejistaf was going astray and conducted experiments without knowing that this unrealistic concept might cause damage to the forest.

But what reappears from the scene in the stone tablet is completely different from what he knows.

She knew from the beginning that this behavior would wither the forest and the green mountains were deserted, but she still chose this.

This even prompted the elves to reunite, and under the authorization of the Supreme King, she could have permission to operate more forests.

If, if it weren't for her method that was not enough to revive Yuezhiquan, perhaps she would have really walked on so stubbornly.

"It seals a sorrowful soul, and it will never sleep forever.

She was singing in the woods, it was the song of the elf. She was crying in the woods, it was the tears of the forests."

At this moment, Cyrill understood the true meaning of the copywriting of this stone tablet: it is not because of regretting his actions, nor is it because of regret or sadness.

It is because of the unwillingness to achieve his goal and the regret of his lack of strength.

Cyril's consciousness gradually escaped from that body, and he rose higher and higher, under the golden sun, overlooking the two people snuggling together.

Perhaps he can become the daughter of the elf of the Supreme King and the executor of the ritual, Ge Jiashitafu.

His sight recovered from the brief darkness, and Cyril returned to the tavern room.

He lowered his head and saw that the three stone tablets in his hand had been synthesized. At some point, the palm-sized stone tablet exuded a gentle warmth, still in the color of white jade, but it revealed a holy atmosphere.

"[Soul Core]: A complete soul core, which is said to be able to hear its story by the soul listener.

It is not the same as the general soul core, its power is contrary to the necromancer."

Cyril pinched this complete soul core and opened the attribute panel, thinking about something.

“(Panel 2: Level is satisfied, and it is required to open “Soul Core”)

【Soul Core】(1/1)

[Warning: The properties of the soul core will determine the unblocked panel. Please carefully decide whether to use the soul core to unblock it.]”

This warning makes people wonder. If there is no such sentence after the description of the core of the soul, then he will be able to use it to open it happily at this moment.

But it just reads the sentence "It is not the same as the general soul core, its power is contrary to the necromancer."

What happens when using the soul core that is contrary to the undead to open the panel belonging to the undead?

Can this create a suitable profession? Could it be that the panel will be blown up directly?

But then he realized another problem: although he had some undead characteristics, such as night vision ability, and the unique state of calmness and excitement in the state of ignition of the soul...

But I am not the soul of the dead in nature.

He has flesh and blood, and his blood circulation is no different from that of the living, he has a heartbeat and a complete soul, and his consciousness is sound-

Therefore, he should be considered a creature.

Under this premise, the contrary of power and the undead have become a good thing - because it will be more in line with himself.

Without more hesitation, hesitation will lead to failure.

Besides, the second panel is something unexpected, and the second panel he himself expects is the panel brought by "the heart of the origin of the world".

If you succeed, you will make a profit. If you fail, you will only lose something that does not belong to him.

Thinking of this, Cyril was completely relieved. Without any hesitation, he pinched the core of his soul with both hands and pressed it against his chest.

The gentle warmth was soaked in his body, and his powerful heartbeat seemed to resonate with the stone tablet.

In front of the retina, lines of subtitles flew quickly over the blue screen—

"Does the second panel be unblocked?"
To be continued...