"It's a pity," Duran shrugged and blinked: "To be precise, this place can no longer be counted as Feinan."
"I knew it." The little fat man looked at his surroundings in an old-fashioned way, and his eyebrows that looked particularly funny because they were too short knitted together: "This is the damn lower plane. Normal humans generally don't appear here.
here."
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ned, I am 176 years old this year - of course, this is relative to the time of the elves' plane. According to my knowledge, it is about 7 years old when converted to your human age. But my IQ
He is much taller than a seven-year-old kid." The little fat man struggled to flap the wings on his back and tried to take off.
Dulan was a little surprised to find that this guy actually flew. Although his two pairs of poor wings flapped at an alarming rate, and the height and speed of his flight were not satisfactory, he finally managed to prove that he was an elf.
His identity is not fake.
"Hello Ned, I'm Duran." Duran waved the scimitar on his hand and said quickly: "I want to put other things aside for the time being. If my alliance agreement is still in effect, can I help you?"
Can I do you a favor?"
The little fat man nodded cheerfully and said: "I'm very happy. In fact, I just wanted to ask if those dirty things hiding in the fog are your friends - if not, I will take action!"
"Obviously, they are my enemies." Duran looked at Ned with some expectation. The scene where Xina used the power of the sword to summon two water elf envoys was still vivid in her mind. This kind of creature has a certain affinity for magic.
With extraordinary sensitivity and talent, even if they are just a young flame elf user, they have mastered a large amount of relevant knowledge and magic, enough to cause considerable damage.
The ghost babies seemed to have noticed something was wrong. They began to no longer hide their figures, but instead surrounded him from all directions.
Two figures fell on the eaves, and through the dim light of the torch, Dulan could clearly see their distorted faces - it was a kind of almost pure resentment. Their appearance was exactly the same as that of ordinary babies, but the expressions on their faces were completely different.
The skin color of all ghost babies is pale white, looming in the translucent fog, and their eyes are all tightly closed, and their trembling eyelashes are strangely long and trembling constantly.
"One, two...seven, eight, nine...thirteen, fourteen...damn, there are six more that I didn't notice before." Dulan sweated slightly. These ghost babies were obviously better at hiding than he imagined.
The one in the middle is much stronger. If he had taken action rashly before, he might have been successfully attacked by these guys hiding in the dark, and the situation might not be good by then.
But now he has an extra flame elf to help out, which is equivalent to having an extra fort. Although it is only a mini version, the elf is a natural mage, and it is always pleasant to have an additional mage partner.
What makes Dulan a little strange is that at least a minute has passed since this guy vowed to take care of these ghost babies. How can he release a few magics during this time? Why is there no movement at all now?
none?
Duran glanced at the little fat man strangely, only to find that Lord Ned was flushed and sweating profusely.
"Hey, let me tell you, are you okay?" Dulan suddenly felt something bad. A ghost baby jumped forward tentatively, and Dulan waved his scimitar forward without hesitation. It was dark red.
The blade flashed past, and the Ghost Infant's reaction was unusually fast. As soon as Dulan's movements started, he jerked back and dodged the blade.
All the monsters let out low laughter. Even with the soundproof earplugs, Duran felt a little shuddering - the soundproof earplugs could not isolate all sounds. For example, the conversation between him and Ned could proceed normally, but some of the voices were hazy.
That's all. The same goes for the laughter of the ghost babies. After being filtered by the earplugs and seeping into Dulan's mind, it still made people feel like they were falling into an ice cave.
"Uh, I, I'm fine, really, I have no problem." The little fat man kept flapping the wings on his back, but his expression was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He hesitated and said: "It's just, it's just that I seem to
I forgot my spell book at home..."
"What?!" Dulan couldn't help blurting out, "Spell book? I'm afraid I can't understand it. As far as I know, elves can cast spells without a spell book, right?"
"Indeed...it's true." The little fat man wiped his sweat: "But I am a little different from other elves. My memory is not very good. I usually bring a spell book with me when I fight. Today you summoned a little hastily.
, I discovered that the plane coordinates of the summoned person were sent from Feinan Continent, so I couldn’t wait to squeeze out other friends - but I forgot to bring the spell book."
"You mean you prevented other elves who can cast spells without a spell book from coming to help me? And then you are not ready to fight?" Duran was a little crazy, his luck would not be so bad after all.
Right? The ogre he found was a once-in-a-lifetime coward, and the elf he summoned turned out to be a weirdo who couldn't cast spells freely without the spell book?
"I'm afraid so." The little fat man buried his head low, suddenly losing the domineering attitude he had when he first appeared.
"I'll go!" Dulan couldn't help but cursed: "Okay, I can kill them alone."
"I mean, not only can I not help you, I, I also need your protection." Ned said timidly.
Dulan's eyes darkened: "Can't you go back?"
The elf envoy shook his head helplessly: "I can't return until the summoning contract is lifted in half an hour."
It was too late for Duran to curse, because at this moment, the ghost babies obviously couldn't bear it anymore and continued to watch the talk show between Duran and Ned. They let out weird roars and then swarmed up!
"Ouch! Be careful, they are coming!" The little fat man exclaimed, lying on Dulan's head in panic, hugging Dulan's forehead and neck tightly, and was so scared that he peed his pants.
"Your sister, you're covering my eyes!" Dulan shouted. Fortunately, he didn't learn the listening skill in vain, and the movements of the ghost babies were always under his control. The two vampire scimitars were swung like a gust of wind.
, weaving into a bloody web of swords and lights, beautiful and dazzling.
The powerful impact immediately pushed back a large circle of ghost babies. Even if the physical attack could not really hurt them, the vampire scimitar could repel their bodies between substance and nothingness. Only one ghost baby took advantage of Du's attack.
Lan didn't pay attention and bit him on the calf.
What a bad start... Dulan gritted his teeth, his calf muscles tightened immediately, and the vampire scimitar was picked cleanly on the ghost baby's neck, and he was thrown far away.
"Oh oh oh, I'm sorry..." The little fat man retracted one of his claws, allowing Duran to see the light again. He said tremblingly: "These guys are not afraid of physical attacks. You have to use other methods to hurt them."
!”
"Thank you for your suggestion, how about using magic?" Dulan took two steps back, carefully avoiding the possible attack of the ghost baby.
"Awesome! Just use magic to kill them!" Ned clapped his hands excitedly, but his entire fat body almost fell off Duran's head because of this action. His body leaned back suddenly, making him scream in fright.
After a few calls, he hugged Duran tightly again.
"My eyes!" Duran yelled angrily.
"Oh oh oh, sorry... I mean, this is a great idea, they must be afraid of magic." Ned let go and said.
Dulan replied speechlessly: "Do you really think that if I knew magic, I would summon a young elf to help me out?"
The little fat man was immediately speechless.
Ordinary physical attacks cannot harm the ghost baby, which is one of the reasons why Duran has not taken action. The magic of the plasticity system, especially the fire type, is usually the nemesis of this kind of vengeful spirit, so Duran chose to summon the flame elf.
The purpose is to get magical fire support. Who knows the result will be like this...
"Everything in the world is unpredictable." Dulan sighed.
The ghost babies surrounded them again. This time, a faint black light began to glow on their bodies. These terrifying monsters began to transform - their bodies became larger, and the surface of nothingness was covered with a thick layer of light.
scales. Their limbs became slender and their nails were sharp, and most importantly, their eyes opened.
The blue eyes seemed to have been soaked in hatred and resentment for ten thousand years, making people shudder at the first glance - Dulan knew that this was one of the effects of psychic spells, and the only thing he had to do was to muster up the courage to face him head on.
.
"So, there is nothing we can do?" the little fat man said desperately.
"That's not necessarily true. As long as you don't cause trouble for me." Duran silently raised his vampire scimitar and used his second talent skill [Quick Enchantment]. This skill can temporarily enchant Duran's weapon, adding
Although a little fire damage seems insignificant, in fact, with Duran's agility and attack frequency, this little fire damage is enough to kill all the ghost babies.
"Then it's time to clean up the garbage." Du Lan took a step forward and struck hard with the scimitar in his hand like a dragon or lightning.
(Because recently some book friends are worried that this book will be rejected due to poor performance, so I would like to say something special. As you can see, the author's picture of Feinan Continent has only just begun to unfold a small corner, and it cannot even be called the tip of the iceberg.
Above. Such a grand framework makes many people worry about the author's writing skills. In addition, the performance of the book is indeed not ideal. It is normal to have such worries. What I want to explain is that Feinan's world view is far better than you think.
A huge variety of races, gods, histories, and kingdoms. I have set more than fifty kinds of races and their characteristic professions alone. Of course, these fifty kinds of characteristic professions will not appear in this book one by one, but
It will appear in all my novels about the world of Feinan. And Evil Contract is just one of them. I will definitely finish this book. The reason why the update is slightly slow is that the results are not very good and the passion is limited.
, and I am not a full-time author, so I don’t have much time to write a book; the other is to slowly wait for it to be put on the shelves and force it to be put on the shelves. In fact, if you want to put it on the shelf, you can already put it on the shelf, but authors or readers who have been around for a long time know that it is not a forced recommendation.
There is no point in putting it on the shelf. After it is put on the shelf, there will definitely be 5,000+ updates every day, which you can absolutely rest assured. And even if I don’t wait until it is put on the shelf, I will finish writing this book. In other words, this book is very likely to be free.
It’s finished. No kidding, no pushing, no putting on shelves. The finished book has at least 1.5 million words. So readers who have questions about updates or are worried about the eunuch of this book, please rest assured. I really love this story and this world.
, love the people who appear or will appear in the story...
At the same time, I would like to talk about the reader’s impression of “No Female Protagonist”. There are many examples of good online books becoming poisonous because of the presence of female protagonists, but there are very few books that are completely silent about women.
. This book does not want to be unique. Regarding the issue of female protagonists, I am actually quite vague about my positioning. Let’s put it this way, my ambition is to try to write several women with distinctive personalities, rather than the female protagonist being a vassal of the protagonist.
Or something else. The protagonist's proud soul from another world is destined to be lonely all the way, and this cannot be changed. It would be easy to spoil the story if I talk about it in detail, so I can only ask you to trust my writing skills.
Finally, I still hope that readers who like this book can give it more support. A recommendation vote, a click, a tip, a like, and a comment are all the greatest encouragement to the author. Storytellers always don’t like to feel sorry for themselves.
Yes, it would be the happiest thing to know that there are one or two close friends who have been listening to the story.)
