For Duran, the unique attribute of the gift of fire makes Ned's existence more meaningful. Not to mention his potential as a lucky elf, the inexhaustible flames in him alone are enough.
Enough to make Ned become Duran's exclusive infinite blood bottle.
After successfully "abducting" the young and ignorant flame elf envoy, the two continued to move forward along No. 2 Street. The ghost babies came suddenly and left quickly. At least in Dulan's perception, these ghost babies had been hidden in the dark.
The monster in the fog has disappeared without a trace.
But Dulan did not relax his vigilance because of this. Not being able to see the enemy was not necessarily a good thing. Monsters that originally only appeared at the mission location suddenly took to the streets to attack Duran, which made the haze of this mission even more intense.
There was silence on both sides of the dilapidated streets, and Ned lay quietly on Duran's shoulders. Although this guy looked fat, his body was made of pure fire elements and the secret source of life, so the actual weight could be
Ignore it. The elf looked around with his small eyes, full of curiosity. However, he also knew that this place must be a dangerous place, so he kept quiet and did not dare to make a sound, so as not to interfere with Duran's judgment.
After all, elf-envoys are natural mage, and elf-envoys who have lost their spells often have no other skills.
Time passed slowly, and about five or six minutes later, the house number of No. 78 Second Street appeared in front of Duran. It was a gloomy and huge building. What surprised Duran was that this building was independent of the street.
There is a lot of emptiness all around. From the bricks on the ground, it is not difficult to find that there should have been many houses on the edge of this building, but these houses have long since collapsed, leaving only broken walls and ruins.
"What a weird place." Ned couldn't help but mutter, "Dulan, are you sure we really want to go in?"
"What? Are you scared?" Dulan chuckled, but his eyes were fixed on this tall building - judging from the appearance, this building is at least three or four stories high, which is higher than the one beside No. 2 Street.
The other houses were much taller and looked particularly abrupt. Under the heavy fog, he could only vaguely see a lot of shadows standing on the roofs. These shadows were weird in shape, some looked like wild beasts, and some looked like animals.
The flying bird, Duran speculated, may be a statue of a related animal. The moonlight tonight is particularly bright, and the color still has the luster of Vanya. The top of the house is covered with bricks, and the walls below are all made of stone.
This is particularly strange.
"No! How could Ned be afraid!?" The little fat man tried to puff up his chest and said, "If I remember to bring the spell book, no matter how many monsters there are, as long as I set a fire, they will all be burned.
Everything must be clean! Me, how could I be afraid?"
Dulan couldn't help but feel amused when he saw the elf's grimace, but he did not continue to dwell on this topic: "I'm surprised that it's just a blacksmith shop, but it has such a building. Have you noticed? This small town
Most of the buildings here are made of wood, but this building is made of stone."
Ned was a little confused: "Aha? What does this mean?"
Dulan shrugged: "Nothing. Let's go in and take a look."
After saying that, he quickly pushed open the unlocked door, and a cold breath came from his reach. Although he was separated by a layer of gloves, Duran was still stimulated by the coldness. At the same time, a cold breath came from
The wind blew violently. Dulan narrowed his eyes and leaned back instinctively!
This action was completed almost instantly. Ned who was following him was almost knocked away by Duran. Before the little guy had time to complain, the dark red sword light still tore through the darkness!
"Ah wu..." A small whine sounded intermittently, the light of the torch tilted slightly, and two powerless corpses fell in front of Dulan.
Ghost baby.
Dulan looked solemnly at the two attackers who were completely dead. His chest - about half an inch below the collarbone on the left side - was burning with pain. He took two steps back to ensure that there were no other attackers nearby, and then
He dared to pull open his collar and buried his head only to see a stain of blood. Although he could not see clearly, the cold chill still faithfully reminded the attacker of the place where he originally wanted to attack.
"Damn, I almost had my heart ripped out, these beasts!" Dulan looked at the door that was pushed open with lingering fear. Behind the door was endless darkness, like a ferocious giant beast that was gradually waking up.
A big mouth was opened to him. However, no matter what, he had to go in and complete the tasks of the Supreme Council in order to survive and become stronger at the same time.
Duran slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and Ned stood carefully on the side, not daring to make a sound. Seeing Duran's eyes turned to him, the little guy asked tentatively: "Are they those guys just now? They...
…They seem to be getting stronger.”
Dulan nodded with a heavy face. If the previous ghost babies only had the strength of gray iron, then these two sneak attack ghost babies at least have the power of silver. In particular, their stealth and lurking abilities have been greatly improved.
, with Duran's super high perception, he only felt the danger at the moment before they took action. This is really terrible.
In other words, if Dulan had been careless just now, his life might have been at stake.
"The evil place, no matter whether your strength has been improved or not, is a place where you will have a narrow escape from death." Dulan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took out a bottle of homemade [Inferior Concentration Reagent] and drank it. Although this thing cannot be improved,
His combat ability can greatly improve his spirit and concentration, thereby improving his perception and early warning effect. "When will I get an alchemist's employment certificate? With my data flow talent, it is actually very convenient to work part-time as an alchemist."
suitable."
What Dulan is thinking is not unreasonable. Now he is not even an alchemist apprentice but he can make his own alchemy potions under extremely harsh conditions. If this is spread, it will be the headquarters of the Twelve Star Council in the City of Steel.
The masters of alchemy will also be shocked by it. As Fernando, the founder of the Alchemy School, said, alchemy is a very rigorous discipline. In particular, the word "rigorous" must be marked in eye-catching fonts.
There is no doubt that Duran has such a talent.
But this was just a thought that crossed Dulan's mind. The appointment of an alchemist must be approved by the Twelve Star Council at this time. That thing is not owned by Baisha Town or the Three Towns. At least it is as real as Big Pudding City.
Only in big cities will the alchemists favor them and open branches there. Besides, now that he is in an evil place, he should first deal with the endless monsters.
He pulled his collar, exposing the wound to the air, and then said to Ned: "Can you give me a flame?"
The Elf Envoy was stunned for a moment: "Aha? What?"
"The flame, um, um, just like the one you burned my clothes on before." Duran said calmly.
Ned was even more surprised: "Hey, you mean, you want to be burned again?"
"Maybe, put your flame here." Duran stretched out his right hand. Under his firm gaze, the latter doubtfully wiped a flame from his body and placed it in Duran's palm. However,
This guy looked at Dulan as if he were looking at a psychopath.
The orange flame kept jumping in the palm of Duran's hand, and he held the flame to the wound without hesitation - the next second, the flame engulfed Duran's body.
After a while, he slowly moved his right hand away, and the pain in his chest had disappeared. Ned was stunned to see that the scar that was deep enough to show the bone had completely healed, without even a scar.
"This, this, what's going on?" The elf stared at Duran in disbelief: "My flames can actually heal your injuries? Why didn't I realize that I had this ability before?"
Dulan smiled and said: "This means that in the future you can still function as my exclusive therapist even without bringing a spell book."
Ned scratched his head, still feeling incredible.
However, at this moment, a low sound of bells came from the south. Dulan narrowed his eyes, and the bells rang twelve times in total.
Midnight, twelve o'clock.
"The bell at midnight? Is there a church there in the south?" Duran frowned. He had never heard any bells when he was doing tasks in the evil land before.
The sudden ringing of the bell brought the strange atmosphere back. I don't know when, but in the darkness behind the door, a light suddenly appeared.
What's even more creepy is that as the firelight flashes, the breeze brings waves of faint singing:
