The more she pretended not to care.
Duque needed immediate combat power, and Illucia could provide it. If Illucia's magic circuit was transplanted to Duque, Duque could at least quickly return to the strength of a peak Radiant Moon Mage.
The more Duque cared, the more he cared.
Looking at the burning love in Illucia's pure eyes, Duque suddenly understood why.
"If just sacrificing a small part of my soul in exchange for my lover's life, it's worth it. Besides, doing this will give me the confidence to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sister Aurelia and Sister Sasha! " Her alluring red lips lightly touched Duque's tiger's lips. Illucia gazed at Duque. "Or do you hate having my soul merge with yours?"
Duque could not imagine what kind of pain it was beyond the physical. It was obvious that it would be more terrifying and painful than having one's hands and feet torn off from a human body.
No, this was not a simple feeling. It was a feeling of disappointment.
Three years together.
Many things could happen.
Thirdly, both parties involved in the transplant had to be willing. Whether it was magic or holy light, they were all strange energies that originated from the soul. The magic circuit was a special magic production and circulation channel that was shaped by one's own soul. As long as the other soul resisted, even if it was subconsciously, then the transplant would inevitably fail.
Time did not diminish Illucia's love for Duque. Instead, it was like a fine wine stored in a cellar, becoming more fragrant the more it was brewed.
Secondly, the magic circuit of both parties must be of the same origin. For example, those who played with [Phoenix Flame] and directly transplanted it into [Ice Crown] without any transformation would be courting death.
Three.
But he did not expect that this woman, who was not talented in magic and was destined to be unable to step into the realm of heroes to fight alongside him, would be willing to sacrifice herself for him to this extent.
Unknowingly, tears were already flowing down Duque's cheeks …
Then, the forest began to echo with Illucia's unsuppressable moans of pain.
How many women would be willing to wait for a lover who had been missing for ten years, and was probably long dead?
In the face of Duque's determined look, Illusia gently shook her head.
Bit by bit, she sucked on those two luscious red lips, sucking in the fragrance that came from her lover.
"Use my magic circuit." Illucia's smile was so gentle and moving, as if she was saying something that had nothing to do with her.
Ten years, the most crucial ten years for a young girl to become a true lady.
With the accumulation of generations, the quality and quantity of magic circuits would be astonishing.
Duke had thought that his threat would be effective, and he would see panic on her beautiful face, which was full of mature charm. That way, he would be able to get her to give up on this crazy idea.
However, he couldn't bear to watch his friend and hero die.
Why was it that most magicians were passed down through aristocratic families, and the first generation of magicians were rarely very powerful?
It was no longer a simple friendship or emotional bond.
"Illucia! You're crazy! Do you know how painful a transplant is? The magic circuit is also a part of your soul! Even if my circuit is burned, it's only that part of the circulation is blocked! But if your circuit is transplanted, it's like forcibly tearing a part of your soul out! " Duque shouted agitatedly, grabbing Illucia's arms hard and shaking the woman who had followed him wholeheartedly for more than ten years.
But …
Duque shuddered, his face full of horror.
He directly pulled Illucia into his arms, one hand gently holding the soft shoulder of the noble lady, and the fingers of the other hand directly touching the intellectual face.
Ten years apart.
"Then …"
Any more words would be superfluous.
What else could Duque say!?
It seemed a little naughty, but in fact, Duque was re-examining Illucia. He wanted to deeply remember every line on this beautiful face, engrave it in his retina, engrave it in his heart, and brand it in the depths of his soul.
Duque kissed her hard.
Two.
Before he came back, Illucia did not abandon his fief, and even conscientiously built his fief into the most prosperous area in the southern continent. For this, Duque was already very grateful.
Nearly five years of planning and hard work, ten years of wandering in the void. The life on Earth seemed to have become very far away. Only with the help of the system could he easily recall the bits and pieces of Earth. Unknowingly, in Duque's heart, there was a kind of awareness that he was already breathing with Azeroth, sharing the same fate.
Duque was disappointed.
Illucia had the above three points. It sounded very good, didn't it?
It was precisely because before he transmigrated, whether it was from the examples of people around him, or the influence of WeChat and Weibo, that Duque had seen too many love affairs that could not stand the test of time. He dared not have the greatest hope.
He could hide in Karazhan, where he could live a shameless life with the Windrunner sisters every day. He could decorate the space that belonged to him at will. He could immerse himself in the world of magic like a real mage. And with Alexstrasza's protection, he did not even have to worry about the cats and dogs of the Burning Legion coming to find him.
Use her magic circuit?
First, both parties of the transplant had to be alive. Once they died, the activity of the magic circuit would quickly dissipate.
"Duque, I'm not stopping you from going. My great hero! " That soft voice naturally made people think of a young wife staying at home quietly waiting for her husband to return. Gently tilting her head, Illucia emphasized, "I'm just stopping you from going to die in this state."
What else could Duque say?
However, Illucia used her weak body to bear all of this.
One.
Looking at Illucia's face that pretended not to care for his peace of mind, feeling the trembling from her delicate body, Duque's heart had long been drowned in tears.
However, there were many prerequisites for this.
That's right, the magic circuit could actually be transferred and transplanted.
"What!?"
Ten …
That was because the children of mage families could inherit the magic circuit of their parents and even their ancestors.
Without any flirting or ambiguity, Duque's right index finger slowly moved down the delicate lines of Illucia's face, gently pressing down. After slightly loosening his index finger, the delicate skin and bright red lips trembled and bounced back under the effect of inertia.
After an unknown amount of time, the Four-faced Lips left, panting.
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