"Let me see, let me see!" Arecio put his head close, "Did he reply? Is he still ill? Hahahaha!"
Helgodon carried him on his back, and they were about to go to the depths of the mountains, where Behemoth slept. According to the military's intentions, of course, a strong line of defense had to be set up here. The saint had already put on the cloak that once held the elves, and a little silver light was still dyed on the cloak. A few elves were flying around them. The saint gently motioned the griffin to approach the giant wolf, and then gave Alessio Look at the interface of the communicator.
[The other party has disconnected.]
Hahahahahaha!
Arecio was happy again.
Seeing him so happy, Helgodon was also curious about what was on the communicator. He put his big head close to the saint, and Ruziuston drove the griffin away from him, and his disgust was beyond words.
Helgodon: "Wang" and cried.
Arecio touched the fluffy head, expressing that he couldn't care about neurosis. He also lives with a neurotic every day. If he really cares about it, I'm afraid he won't be mad.
"Your Frost Wing is something your father doesn't have. Behemoth of the Earth also has eight wings." Arecio said while touching, he recalled the knowledge of God he had heard ten thousand years ago, " It should be that he gave you a pair of wings and wants you to grow into a qualified guardian as soon as possible."
Helgodon pricked up his ears and listened, and after a long while, he made a soft "Ow" sound.
He had made a decision, not by himself, but by the werewolf king Helgodon. He wants to move the whole werewolf out of the conservation center and return to this ancestral snowy land, where they will run freely forever, guarding the gods and strengthening themselves to deal with all possible crises.
He told Arecio about this decision, and Arecio pondered for a while, reaching out as if to touch his head, but this movement stopped halfway, and instead patted the giant wolf on the shoulder.
The former is to treat children, the latter is to treat comrades.
"If this is your decision, of course I will respect it." He said, his gratification was beyond words, "You have to shoulder most of the resistance, are you ready?"
The giant wolf responded with a low roar.
"Yeah." Arecio replied softly, "We will also help more or less. The Dark Creature Alliance itself exists for this kind of time. You can do it with me, with Lucy, and with you. Those who can help, I will also say hello here.”
He jumped directly from the back of the giant wave, the bat wings unfolded, and flew towards the military convoy behind. He talked to Crawvinson in a car, focusing on the matter of the werewolf relocation, and when it was about to end, he unexpectedly made a request to Crawvinson.
"Materials for the ceremony?" Crawvinson was a little at a loss. "This should not belong to military supplies, but if you put together similar materials, you should be able to build a venue... What do you want to do?"
Arecio's out-of-the-way vision caught the neuropathy following, and he continued the topic just now, letting the saint sit down beside him.
"Hergodon wants the werewolves to be able to stand on their own in the snow. He is already a big boy with such an idea." Arecio reached out to the neuropathy, because the neuropathy used to carry small space items with him, so he put the things Directly to the neuropathy there. Needless to say, Ruzius took out what Arecio wanted from the space container and put it in his hand.
The translucent silver crown with brilliance and brilliance seems to be mixed with moonlight and wind and snow, and the animal teeth that are not neatly edged add a rough beauty to it. Crawvinson had seen the silver crown in the movie, so he stood up in shock.
"This... this is... "
"The crown of the werewolf king." Arecio said succinctly, "I found it in the mine with Ruzius, maybe this was the snowy area of the werewolves ten thousand years ago, fortunately this silver crown has not been destroyed. ."
The Sea of the Undead under the Emerald Inner Sea cannot be exposed yet, because Lucy currently does not have a complete grasp of the abilities there, and if it is exposed in advance, it may be targeted. Finding it in the mine is a good excuse, at least Kravenson is convinced. suspect.
"Fortunately I found it, what a wonderful symbol..." He carefully picked up the silver crown, looked up and down, and sighed, "This is a huge inspiration for the entire werewolf tribe, and even all dark creatures."
Having said that, his expression suddenly became firm.
"Please rest assured! I will do my best to set up the venue, and I think Marshal Olsen will agree to send people to help! By the way, I have a request, can this ceremony..."
"You mean 'live broadcast', right?" Arecio guessed what he was thinking, and nodded succinctly, "I also mean it, it's not something to hide, on the contrary, it's glory, a new starting point. It can be regarded as an introduction to the changes of the current dark creatures, only when they become stronger, and only when the outside world's views on them change, can the dark creatures truly move forward."
Kravenson nodded deeply, unable to agree any more.
"Then, I'm going to prepare, and it must be all arranged before noon."
Arecio nodded and watched him leave, then when he turned his head, he saw the neurotic looking at him with his face up. It was rare to see a hunter with etiquette standards cultivated in this temple showing such a lazy attitude. Arecio glanced at it, and then, the immunity to good-looking appearance that he had cultivated for a long time made him turn his eyes away.
"Why are you looking at me? Why don't you go, go back and feed the cat."
"I just think you seem to be a little worried." Rutius said honestly, "It seems that your concept has changed a bit. Originally, you didn't care much about this kind of campaign."
Arecio did not refute, he did change his mind.
"Theo is a tough guy," he said. "If he wants to hit a target, and hitting the target is even secondary, he's going to... change the entire environment of the target."
Ruzius's memory has not fully recovered, and his understanding of Theo is limited to these few contacts, so when Arecio began to speak, he listened quietly.
"Do you mean that he will try to change the direction of the world's public opinion on dark creatures?"
Arecio nodded.
"Yes, this is something he is likely to do, maybe you think it's very difficult, but..." His expression was a little heavy, "The dark creatures have been enjoying preferential treatment for too long, and they have nothing to do, those who are real I didn't have anything in my hands at all."
"Political achievements, military merit, scientific research and technology... all of them are good, but none of them are."
"If, I mean, if, at an opportune time, there is news of dark creatures injuring people and causing death, and someone will disclose the preferential treatment and social resources occupied by dark creatures... Of course, the premise of everything is that dark creatures are in The role of maintaining the balance of light and dark has been shaken." He raised his head, looked at Ruzius, and said softly, "The temple can even control the light collapse, giving them time, this is not impossible."
Arecio was trying to get his thoughts closer to Theo, he forced himself to think that way, the process was a little disgusting to him, but he endured it. Because he was the one who knew Theo best, he had to predict possible movements for others, and then sound the alarm.
"The life of being cared for and protected has taught the dark creatures to look at the world innocently, but the world may not treat them innocently."
Arecio smiled.
"I would like to be the bird that announces the mourning, wake them up, and persecute them. For the past ten years, I have vowed to let them live as they used to."
There are some things he can only say to the neurotic, and he will feel more relaxed after saying this. Arecio was a little sorry for passing something on to the insane. He was about to say something when the saint suddenly stood up. In front of him, Arecio raised his eyes blankly, his vision suddenly darkened, and half of the saint's cloak had fallen on on his head.
Followed by a hand in his hair, the hand rubbed lightly twice, and then, Arecio heard a voice.
"Good bird." The saint praised with a smile, "but you forgot one thing."
He pushed back his cloak, then knelt down halfway and looked up slightly at Arecio, who was sitting there.
He pointed to his head.
"You forgot, you have two heads, and one is here."
"You can use that head on your body to think about what to eat tomorrow, which brand of cat food and canned food to buy, how to educate those children... Then use the rest of me here to think about Theo and the Temple."
Arecio looked at him blankly.
"There is only a little preparatory work to do. After all, there are two heads, and sometimes they are not so interconnected. You need to spend some time and talk about everything about Theo in detail."
"But don't worry, most of the time, without saying much, I can understand what you mean."
The saint tilted his head, his platinum half-long hair slid gently to one side.
"Like now."
He unbuttoned his collar.
"Want to bite me, right?"
*****
Ruzius got out of the military vehicle, his collar had been tidied up, and he buttoned the cuff with one hand to hide the two bite marks on his wrist. Arecio went to find those children. If there is nothing wrong, he will probably find a quiet place to draw new emojis.
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To make a moving picture, first stay stunned, then suddenly stand up your ears, and finally happily show the kind of small fangs.
This backfired, and the military personnel hurriedly found him.
"Mr. Ruzius, you were talking to His Highness Arecio in the car just now, and I didn't dare to disturb you." He stood at attention and saluted, "Marshal Olsen has something to discuss with you, and I need you to come over immediately."
Although Ruzius regretted it, he vaguely guessed that the old marshal was looking for him for something, so he rushed over without much delay. The temporary camp had been set up, and the old marshal stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the map of the northern front, when he heard the sound of his coming, he turned around.
"You're here." The old marshal said succinctly, and only after he waved all the soldiers back, he said softly.
"Zhu Heng sent a new message."
"He suspects that the Temple wants to create negative news about dark creatures."
At the same moment, in the temple headquarters, the black-haired researcher gently closed the door, and then, together with his colleagues, put the blood-covered hunter on a stretcher. After a simple temporary treatment, a robot came over and carried the stretcher away.
The leading researcher held the baby and waved his hand in a good mood, indicating that they could go to rest, and he would do the research by himself.
The remaining researchers greeted him and dispersed in twos and threes. A researcher put one arm on the black-haired researcher's shoulder and said, "Going for a drink, Joe?"
The black-haired researcher called "Joe" smiled and nodded, joking.
"I thought you were going to accompany your girlfriend, why, didn't you end up working overtime for three consecutive months?"
The researcher was suddenly devastated.
"Hey, she should be in the most leisurely department. She has nothing to do with printing internal publications. Who knows why she has worked overtime for so long and is still completely closed."
"Of course the meaning of the above is something we can't guess."
"Oh, who said it wasn't."
The two walked over to the open entertainment center inside the temple. Qiao smiled, but lowered her eyes slightly when she turned to the researcher.
He never for a moment forgot his mission.