"Evil contract?" Dulan was a little confused. What is this?
All the information about Underworld quickly flashed through his mind, but he didn't seem to find anything like this in the game in his memory.
"Are you sure you're bound to the evil contract?"
The voice sounded again.
"Well, who are you? Why can you make sounds in my head?" Dulan grinned in pain, shook his head and looked around, while muttering in his mouth: "Also, to bind this evil contract,
What are the consequences?"
This book came from a very strange place. Dulan read the memory of the original owner. The child lived in very poverty. Except for a pair of boots specially given to him by the teacher for tonight's task, he had almost nothing.
Long treasure, this evil contract definitely cannot be the item of the original owner.
But it is impossible for Duran himself to have such a book that can make sounds.
The voice paused for three seconds and replied in Dulan's mind: "Binding the evil contract will immediately repair all wounds on your body, including permanent injuries. After binding, you must enter the evil place every week
Once, complete the contract task. Of course, the task is not free, and the task rewards are temporarily confidential and cannot be disclosed until you sign the contract."
"Warning, warning, no matter whether you sign an evil contract or not, you cannot reveal the existence of the evil contract, otherwise you will bear the consequences."
"You are responsible for the consequences. Who are you trying to scare?" Dulan curled his lips dissatisfied. This evil contract sounds like it is not a good thing at first sight. He also has to enter some evil place every week. Who knows if there will be anything in this evil place.
What about the scary BOSS?
Although it can repair physical wounds immediately, Dulan feels that it would be too short-sighted to choose to bind an evil contract for this reason.
So he was just about to move his right hand away from the evil contract, when a sound came from the distance.
"That poor guy fell from a cliff one hundred and twenty feet high. He must have been reduced to a pitiful piece of meat. My lord, you were too careful." The riding boots made a "ZZZZZ" sound while walking on the stream.
"The sound made Dulan feel bad immediately and secretly complained:
The ghost is really lingering. It forced the young man to stumble and fall off the cliff, and he continued to chase him. Do these people have a hobby of whipping corpses!?
The problem is that he is now a catfish on the chopping block - no, a catfish can still jump a few times, Dulan is now so incompetent that he is worse than a catfish.
"Hmph! What do you know! That brat stole Lord Lord's bottle of eternity, and Lord Andrew was furious. If we can't find this treasure, the fate of you and me will probably not be much better than that damn brat! Lord Andrew's temper
, is known to everyone.”
The person who spoke was obviously angry, and the footsteps on the edge of the stream were surprisingly loud. There was a burst of thin and fragmented footsteps behind them. It was obvious that Duran had to face at least a small team.
Well-trained guards.
"It seems I have no choice..."
Duran sighed and said softly to the voice that sounded like a single loop in his mind:
"Sure."
"Hurry up and bind me. The key is to restore my ability to move immediately. I don't need to be able to fight or resist, at least I need to be able to hide!"
Although the sound in the valley can travel farther, Duran knew that he did not have much time. Based on their footsteps and the faint light of fire, Duran could accurately judge the speed of the Lord Guard's advance and the distance between the two sides.
distance.
At most half a minute, Dulan would be discovered lying dead on the ground. As for whether he would be kidnapped and brought back to the town for the lord to deal with, or whether he would be executed on the spot by the guards, Dulan did not know.
"The contractor confirms the binding, and the evil contract is signed!"
"Number: 91786. Your body has returned to its best condition. Please enter the evil place as soon as possible to complete this week's mission."
"Warning, the evil contract is one of the supreme secrets of the multiverse. Contractors are strictly prohibited from revealing any information to uninformed persons. Violators will be deprived of all contract abilities and will be hunted down by the Supreme Council. Reference case number 67221, named Long
Aotian performed well in the Contract Land, gained great power, and even unified the secondary plane where he was located. However, he revealed the existence of the evil contract, and the Supreme Council determined that his behavior seriously violated the confidentiality regulations of the evil contract.
, since Long Aotian publicized the secret of the contract to everyone in his plane, the Supreme Council sent law enforcers to use nineteen god-level forbidden spells to humanely destroy the plane. Please number the above case.
91786 Contractors should take this as a warning.”
"..."
Dulan jumped up like a carp. This body was unexpectedly thin and agile, and every movement seemed to be silent.
Just now, a weak stream of heat flowed through Duran's body, finally healing all the injuries on his body, which made Duran marvel.
But what he said just now really frightened Du Lan.
Humanely destroying the entire plane? Isn't this too terrifying? Duran took a deep breath and decided to seal this matter in his stomach forever.
As for the name Long Aotian... Dulan's mouth twitched slightly, and he had no time to complain.
"How do I enter the evil place!"
Duran did not dare to delay, and as soon as he regained his mobility, he crept towards the depths of the valley. However, it was pitch black in front of him and it was very difficult to walk, while the firelight behind him became brighter and brighter, and the lord's guards holding torches were approaching.
Very close at hand.
The book he held in his hand suddenly became hot, and the cold voice sounded in Dulan's mind again:
"Number 91786, are you sure you are entering an evil place?"
"Sure!"
Dulan gritted his teeth and thought, he almost couldn't help but shout out.
At this moment, purple light suddenly flashed from in front of Dulan, illuminating the entire valley.
"over there!"
"I saw that kid, come on! He's still alive, damn."
The sudden burst of purple light in the dark valley was as dramatic as a bewildered giraffe suddenly breaking into the herd. The guards immediately spotted Duran and rushed over in stride.
The purple light slowly expanded, and finally turned into a door shimmering with mysterious light.
"Please enter the evil place through the portal."
Duran glanced at the guards. Fortunately, there was still a certain distance between the two sides, and he still had time to step into the portal——
But just as this thought flashed through his mind, a sharp sword energy slashed at him, and in the blink of an eye, the big man in black attire had already rushed in front of Dulan.
"I actually forgot that this is a game world, and everyone is a superman!" Dulan was so frightened that he peed his pants, and hurriedly crawled into the purple door in great embarrassment.
Duran's figure disappeared into the portal. The next second, the purple light suddenly dimmed and finally disappeared.
"This, is this a portal? Is this kid an unfathomable archmage?"
The well-dressed man was shocked. At this time, the other guards arrived belatedly, and the group of people could only stare at each other.
"Go and search around. Even if it's a teleportation gate, it can't be teleported too far!" The big man gave the order decisively.
…
Dim firelight scattered from the bonfire in front, and a dilapidated and desolate atmosphere spread in the village. Abandoned farm tools and livestock carcasses could be seen everywhere.
Behind the portal is such an empty and uninhabited world.
"Is this an evil place? It's really a bit spooky." Dulan touched his heart carefully. The remaining power of the sword energy just now was still there. If he hadn't reacted a little faster, he would probably be enjoying the VIP treatment of the guards at this moment.
Served.
Duran walked to the bonfire and found a small wooden box on the ground. At the same time, the cold prompt sounded again: "Please open the evil contract, and there will be no more prompts from now on.
Follow the instructions on the evil contract, and wish you good luck!"
"It's really creepy to be blessed by such a cold voice. I don't expect good luck. As long as I don't have bad luck, it's enough."
Duran slowly opened the evil contract.
The first page is a series of dense data and text.
"This is a digitalized body?" Duran became a little interested. In any world, his favorite thing is data.
Data doesn't lie - this sentence is Duran's mantra. He loves all data. It has nothing to do with whether he is rigorous by nature. It's just that Duran believes that data can truly and objectively express all content. The premise is that you master it.
The data is sufficient.
On the light yellow kraft paper, Duran's detailed information was clearly recorded:
As an apprentice assassin, Duran's agility and perception were reasonable, and his will surprised him. He didn't expect this young man to be so determined. Duran knew that in the Underworld, the higher the will, the more effective he is in spells, illusions, evil arts, etc.
The longer you wait, the stronger your resistance will be.
After Duran's soul merged with the original owner's memory, he also had the advantage of the latter's firm will, which made him a little overjoyed.
As for the skill of cutting, which is only level three, and all the clothing except boots and daggers are not recorded by the evil contract - this means that in the eyes of the evil contract, these other items are not considered equipment at all, at best they are just
Just some strips of cloth - this result does not surprise Duran. It is enough for a poor young man to have a decent piece of equipment, especially this piece of equipment is a shimmering piece of equipment:
Dulan has stored a lot of data about "Underworld" in his mind. He knows how powerful the movement speed +2 is, which means that when he runs with all his strength, his speed is three times that of ordinary people!
Such attributes should appear on real magic equipment.
In Underworld, equipment can be divided into five levels according to its quality: ordinary (blank slate), shimmer (less than two additional attributes), magic (three to five additional attributes), legend and artifact. Generally speaking, magic equipment has
It is an extremely rare existence. Although the shimmer is better, it is not accessible to ordinary people.
As for the other piece of equipment, it is an out-and-out ordinary weapon. Duran even doubts whether this thing can cut through the enemy's defense:
Du Lan shook the rusty dagger in the firelight, thinking that maybe picking up a random stone would be more reliable than this thing.
After reading the first page carefully, Duran has some understanding of his own strength. With his current level, he can barely deal with opponents below level seven at most, and everyone in the Lord Guards is at least
Level ten or above.
As for the big man emitting terrifying sword energy, Du Lan estimated that this guy must have a strength of level 25 no matter what.
"Although assassin is known as the best profession for cross-level challenges, if I meet that hero at the moment, it's better to take a detour." Dulan smiled bitterly, shook his head, and turned to the second page.
