This was an ordinary morning, but for the Hetura tribe, it was a day worthy of being recorded in history. Just because a mysterious creature appeared here, so powerful that most of the ancient ferocious beasts could not avoid it. Constance, the shaman saint of the fox tribe, is a Soul Attendant and the holder of the Soul Peeling Blade (a one-handed magic weapon). The little girl got up early today. She originally planned to go to her grandfather to say hello after washing up, and then go deep into the grassland.
Wandering around.
But just after she changed into her robe, she suddenly saw a dragon floating in front of her, seemingly watching her every move.
However, Constance's first reaction was not to attack the opponent, nor to scream. It was because this milky-white little guy not only looked very cute, but also seemed to exude a sense of belonging.
"Uh... may I ask who you are? Do you have anything to do with me?" Constance looked at the other person and suddenly came up with a very unrealistic idea.
She thought to herself: If the other party is still an egg, then I should sign a contract with it without hesitation. Who would refuse such a cute contract beast? Even if it is less powerful, I can accept it.
Here Constance was thinking wildly, but the oracle Regeni suddenly appeared and sacrificed the ancestral skull magic weapon without hesitation. In his eyes, Constance was the future of the Hetura tribe, and she even took over.
Naturally, the perfect candidate for the position of Oracle cannot be obliterated by a mysterious creature like this.
Squeak? Squeak, squeak! However, Regeni's response was not to beg for mercy or to run away. The little candle dragon slowly turned its head, and at the same time, a whirlpool of magic appeared out of thin air in the animal skin camp.
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It was only at this moment that Regeni finally saw the other party's appearance clearly, but precisely because of this, his expression became increasingly weird, or rather shocked.
It was the only trip to the planes and space in his life. In the end, Regeni came to a certain land of nothingness and came to a mysterious creature that was exactly the same as the little candle dragon in front of him, but it was thousands of years older.
Ten thousand times.
What made Regeni absolutely certain was the majestic whirlwind that the other party was emitting. If he considered it purely from the perspective of magic power concentration, then he estimated that the little guy in front of him could compete with the ancient ferocious beasts. Little Zhulong is also looking at the old man in front of him, but it is not out of curiosity, but is thinking about how to make the other person remember him.
Squeak! A moment later, Little Candle Dragon seemed to have made some decision. A cluster of milky-white flames the size of soybean grains appeared, and then it quickly shot toward Regeni.
There was no popping sound as expected, and there was not even any noise. Although Constance was anxious when she saw this, she still firmly believed that her grandfather could strangle this little earthworm to death.
However, Regeni is far from being as calm and calm as he seems on the surface, because after the small flame penetrated into his body, he ignored the rules of psychic repulsion at all, just like an old woman visiting the vegetable market.
No matter how kind-hearted Regeni was, he could not tolerate such disrespectful behavior. He suddenly raised his hand and patted his chest, intending to wake up his old friend, the ancestral skull (one-handed magic weapon).
However, two minutes later, Regeni let out a long sigh and sat cross-legged. Because the message sent back to him by his ancestor's skull was only one word, escape!
The ancestral skull was no match for the other party. In other words, after being awakened by its owner, it directly chose to surrender. It was an undoubted power, far beyond the reach of any ancient ferocious beast.
The little flame finally arrived in front of the ancestor's skull, and then the ancestor's skull, which had resisted the Great Mage's full blow and had broken the sword of the Divine Blessing Knight, was now trembling slightly like a child who had made a mistake.
But the little flame seemed dissatisfied, as it simultaneously emitted fire and nervous system magic waves, and the root-like product of the fusion of the two began to float in Regeni's body.
The perspective turned to the animal skin tent. At this moment, Regeni's face was pale, and the biggest change was the "candle wick" that suddenly appeared above his head.
Squeak, squeak! Seeing this, the little candle dragon crows again, and then the "candle wick" burns out of thin air, and Regeni's life force becomes a wax body.
"The cold whistle returns to the nest, the watcher enters the dream, the stork and the ostrich fade away their light, the colorful birds chirp, the warriors return to the battlefield, the sharp blade will be reforged, a healing totem!"
"The mandrills roar, the Tasmanian devils howl, the wildebeests are furious, the gelada baboons are furious, the war drums are heavy and low, the earth trembles and trembles, inspiring the totem!"
"The horn of a spade is broken, the shell of a beetle is shattered, a thorny moth emerges from its pupa, an iron-clad beetle crawls, armor is cast with psychic energy, sacred patterns are twisted and knotted, and an oak totem!"
Constance, who was originally watching with great interest, saw her grandfather's solemn expression, and then she no longer hesitated and directly used the soul-peeling blade (a one-handed magic weapon).
Healing, attacking, and defending, as a Soul Samurai-level shaman master, Constance can be said to have perfectly demonstrated her powerful side.
"What do you want? Or who sent you here? Who is your master?" Constance held the soul-peeling blade upside down and gathered her spiritual power again.
Zhizhizhi! Zhizhi? However, Little Candle Dragon cannot understand any language in this world, and naturally cannot communicate with Constance at all.
Now that it has found the road sign reserved by the main body, that means that the little candle dragon has gained "freedom". And what it needs to do most now is to take a good rest to make up for the energy loss of the plane journey.
The little candle dragon first looked at the oracle Regeni, because the opponent had arrived in the realm of nothingness in the form of a soul, and had just been secretly marked by the candle dragon's body. However, Regeni's ancestral skull (a one-handed magic weapon) ) has brewed a glimmer of consciousness, that is no longer the best choice.
The little candle dragon slowly looked at Constance again. In its eyes, this weak creature was not worthy of being its "host" at all, but it still had great vitality.
Immediately, the small candle dragon floated in front of Constance, and then attached to her arm, imprinting a dragon-shaped pattern.
"You...you became my contract beast? And I, the master, don't even have the power to refuse?" Constance murmured while rubbing her arm.
"I need to rest, and please call me 'Candle Dragon' instead of some contracted beast!" It was the voice of a little boy, some young and stiff, some cold and ruthless, and some very self-respecting.
Constance here is very proud of her adventure this morning. The little girl has always longed to own a contracted beast, but this is an act of disrespect to the old gods in Starlight Grassland.
Therefore, no matter what, it will always be a happy thing that she unexpectedly acquired a contracted beast today. Constance only regarded it as a pet, but she never thought about actually driving an "earthworm" to fight.
However, Regeni, who had always been watching with a cold eye, had his eyelids twitching wildly. He saw that the "candle wick" on his head had disappeared, and his whole person turned into an old look again.
"I didn't expect that Constance's strength would skyrocket because of a contracted beast, and she would faintly touch the threshold of an Oracle."
"But is this a blessing or a curse? The future belongs to the younger generation!"
After Regeni waited for the little girl to leave, he was drinking strong tea and shaking his head with a wry smile. The oracle did not plan to perform any divination anymore, but chose to believe in Constance and the guidance of fate. p>