The little ghost sat on a low stool, recounting the events of the past few months since the beginning of his escape, and finally spoke of Vina's soft kiss, his cheeks flushed like the rising Suen, and even the runes of the Plum shy flashed shyly.

The old dwarf listened and drank the spirits, sometimes angrily and sometimes sighing, and clenched his fists and screamed when he heard the devil descend on St. Bell's second courtyard.

"Don't worry, little one, grandpa will help you remove that bat's wings and make him kneel in front of you to repent," the old dwarf roared angrily, and the sound of thunder echoed in the ears of the little ghost.

"I'll slash that damn bat, don't worry about grandpa," the little ghost said with determination in his eyes.

"Vina is a good girl, you... It's a good match, and I may be able to protect you when the time comes" The old dwarf patted the little ghost on the shoulder, with a playful smile on his face.

The little ghost blushed with shame, and looked at the old dwarf angrily with a delicate face that could not be distinguished, as if complaining.

"Okay, then let's talk about your knife... Do you have any ideas?" the old dwarf looked at the little ghost and asked what the little ghost thought.

"Well, I've figured it out, do you have pen and paper here? "The little ghost had already created the sword he wanted in his mind, and he originally wanted to order this weapon after Victoria settled down.

The brass hammer rummaged wildly, and took out a sheepskin and a charcoal, "Use this." "I'm too messy to find.

The little ghost took the pen and paper, drew it in the pattern in his head, and handed it to the old dwarf.

The copper hammer looked at it, a little dissatisfied, "It's a little too exquisite, right? Men should use big guys, you see that giant sword in Nathan's little rascal's hand is grandpa's proud work, not to mention the skull in the hand of Vina's little girl." ”

The little ghost almost fell, "You're so good at joking, where did I use that kind of weapon on my little body, look here...", he said, holding out his finger to the blade in the picture, "The sharper the better, and it's best to attach a few runes." ”

The old dwarf didn't want to hear this, "Forget it, you can do whatever you want, it's really not easy to make this kind of weapon...", and put away the drawings, he already had the appearance of a knife in his head, and turned around and stuffed three arcane cores into the magic well in the furnace - you must know that it only takes two to keep the entire factory running.

The furnace began to roar, and the old dwarf turned to the little ghost and shouted, "Little one, let Nathan have a piece of the devil's brain core!

The little ghost hurriedly thanked him and turned to go out.

Nathan stood outside the door, and Gagil had already sat down, Nathan was being scanned by Gajil's sharp and deep gaze, very uncomfortable, at this moment to see the little ghost go out, his heart applauded, it must be the old dwarf let him go to get the materials.

"Grandpa Copper Hammer wants to take a piece of the devil's brain core and a few dragon teeth, he said... The best!" When the little ghost said this, his face was blushing and beautiful before the wine had yet dissipated.

"Hahahaha! I know your little guy's appetite for that iron pier, wait, I'll go. Nathan laughed, "Marsh, Redbeard, you two come with me." ”

The old dwarf roared from inside the workshop, "Nathan, you little bastard!, see how Grandpa came out and beat you!", and Nathan had already slipped away with those two bastards.

"How's it going? It looks like the old brass hammer likes you very much, and those few pieces of material are his coffin book. The little ghost didn't expect the meticulous Gagill to make fun of people, and laughed twice, "Yes, I may have more appetite for Grandpa Copperhammer." ”

I hate being teased the most...

"Have you figured out what runes to attach? I think the old dwarf should have put his heart and soul into it this time, if nothing else, it should be legendary, and at worst, epic quality. Gagil tried to soften his cold voice as much as he could.

"Tear, sturdy, sharp, preferably a curse on the devil..."The little ghost had already thought of the combination of runes, but the addition of three runes was generally only achieved by epic weapons.

"Yes, it looks like you have a clear idea of where your future will go. Gagir pondered for a moment, "About the ... I might be a little excited..."

"I'm very old... Even if you are a demigod, you only have a lifespan of one or two hundred years..."Gagir looked very flat. It was as if his life was coming to an end, and there was no threat to him.

"Then why don't you choose to become a god?" the little ghost was a little curious, he thought that it was a very simple matter for a demigod to become a god, before the Desperate Monarch War, in the extremely powerful ghost country, almost every ghost demigod would choose to take the initiative to become a god in order to strengthen the ghost clan god system.

"It's not as easy as you think... Hehe... As you can see, I'm just a wild elf... Identity in the Elven Court... It's only better than a half-elf," Gargill explained, his expression relaxed. "Elves are not like you ghosts, they will not allow a pariah to become a god. ”

The little ghost was speechless, not knowing what to say.

"Forget it, if only you could inherit my mantle. Gagir closed his eyes and thought for a moment, "My daughter was taken by the ghosts, but I can't do anything about it, because the elven court does not recognize the children born to the ghosts and elves, even if those children are often extremely talented. ”

The ghost clan is known for its strong individual strength and handsome appearance, and if you look at the appearance alone, it is enough to tie the top five in Isère with the elves of yin and yang.

In the land of the Elven Royal Court, there are often wandering ghost ronin warriors and elven women who fall in love, but the ghost clan has a strong hometown complex, and generally after completing the trial, they often bring the elf lovers back to the country of ghosts.

This led to the elven court being at odds with the kingdom of ghosts, with the arrogant Sun Elves and Moon Elves believing that the Oni were a group of short-lived and uncivilized lowly barbarians, a statement that was prevalent among some of the higher elves.

But in fact, the Demon Kingdom before the arrival of the Desperate Monarch was so powerful that it almost occupied the richest southeastern coastal area of the current Aslan Empire. The culture is prosperous and the military is strong.

The blood of the Oni Clan is derived from the Celestial Lords who now live in heaven with the angels, while the blood of the Elves is from the trolls who have been banished along with the entire landmass.

The lifespan of the ghost clan is indeed not long, and the ordinary ghost clan with bronze bloodline only has a lifespan of two hundred years, which is basically the same as the half-elf of the black iron bloodline.

And the silver-blooded races of Red Oni and Green Oni only have a lifespan of three hundred years, which is basically the same as the wild elves of bronze blood.

The white ghost and the ghost are tied for the golden bloodline, and they only have a lifespan of six hundred years, which is shorter than the high elves of the silver bloodline, and they marry from generation to generation, and generally appear as descendants, but the war two hundred years ago took away the last bloodline of the white ghost clan. That is, the grandmother of the little ghost, the white ghost queen.

The elves were strictly hierarchical, and intermarriage was strictly forbidden at all levels, and violators were often banished to the elven court, and in serious cases, they were even executed.

As a result, even the Flower Elves and Wood Elves, the lower silver elves, would choose the traveling Oni Ronin Samurai as their companions and return to live in the Oni Land with them, who were often tall, handsome, and very fond of their partners.

This is especially evident among the naturally flower elf women, the tall and handsome oni warriors are simply their dream lovers, and their soft faces are famous all over Isère, so the flower elves have become the most vulnerable nation of all the elves to be trafficked.

And the flower elf man... It seems that she is more obsessed with the oni samurai than the flower elf girl... They are more lovely than women with almost no makeup, and... They often stay together for the rest of their lives.

The Demon Royal Family does not prohibit this practice, but is very supportive, the inclusiveness of the Ghost Clan is an important part of their ability to stand in Isel, they think that excellent bloodlines can make up for each other to sublimate the bloodline, and in the end, even the ghosts and white ghosts have a bit of elven blood, and the appearance of the Ghost Clan is becoming more and more handsome.

The Plum Rune on the little ghost's face was obviously the product of a part of the Flower Elf bloodline in his body being stimulated.

For thousands of years, the number of flower elves in the elven court has decreased sharply, and the blood of the children born after the combination of the flower elves and the ghost clan has become stronger and stronger, and some of the flower elves have returned to the elf royal court to multiply, and gradually become high elves side by side with the wood elves.

In the elven royal court, the attitude of the royal family like the sun elves and moon elves towards the ghost clan is very unfriendly, and the attitude of the elf men among the commoners towards the ghost clan is very unfriendly... But the ghost clan is very popular with women, and the patriarch of the flower elf tribe and the ghost king are still relatives in terms of blood...

"The flower elves should be very supportive of me..."The little ghost thought to himself, the ghost clan and the current flower elves are almost the same race, when the flower elf patriarch returned... He also proposed to change it to a ghost elf, but was stopped by the grandfather of the little ghost.

"Alas... Don't talk about the past, it's a thing of the past, my son-in-law was killed in the war against the Desperate Monarch, and my daughter died in love..."Gagill could barely breathe, and the long years still did not take away the pain of his heart-wrenching loss.

"The Elven Court has rotted, the short-sightedness and extreme arrogance of the Sun Elves and the Moon Elves have corrupted this country from beginning to end, and the flower elves who have intermarried with you for generations and the truly pure and noble wood elves are the future of the elves. ”

"The flower elves have not had a good life in the royal court in the past two hundred years, and they have even reached a critical juncture, which is why they have not come to your aid. Gagir stared into the eyes of the little ghost, speaking slowly but forcefully in his cold voice.

Only then did the little ghost understand why the communication between the flower elves and the ghost clan had been decreasing day by day in the past two hundred years, and in his young heart, he had always thought that the flower elves did not save him when he saw death was a sign of betrayal.

"Little one, remember, you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, and I will bless you with this weapon with an ownerless magical soul, and it will help you in countless battles, and I only have two requests, the first: to dismember the bats of Desperate Hell one by one. Second: Help the Flower Elves and Wood Elves overthrow the Elven Court, they will be of great help to you. ”

Gagil had already stood up, his deep gaze firmly looking at the little ghost, and he was saying word by word.

"You... He will be crowned king!"

The little ghost was like being struck by lightning, and the noble bloodline belonging to the ghost in his body finally couldn't bear it, bursting with surging power, the little ghost couldn't suppress the realm, Gagil saw it in his eyes, waved his hand slightly, and the little ghost felt that his bloodline was calm again, and the dark disease left before disappeared.

Nathan had already returned, but looking at Gagil's appearance, he knew he shouldn't have interrupted, leaving Marsh and Redbeard to wait with the materials on their hands.

Gagill nodded to the three of them, and the three dared to walk back, Nathan looked at the little ghost with a standard smile on his face, and the little ghost smiled and had a lovely face. Nathan's heart trembled a little as he watched.

"Hey, where's Nathan's little bastard? Are you back?'s furnace is about to fucking blow up!" came the roar of the copper hammer like a thunderbolt from inside the workshop, and the lowly people outside the door couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you mad about, old man! The little ghost is still outside!" Gagill was furious, opening a magical barrier to stop the old dwarf's roar.

"Little guy, you take these materials in, this time to build is extremely crucial, you need to keep an eye on the whole time. It's good for you. ”

"I understand!" the little ghost nodded, took the materials from Marsh and Red Whiskers, felt very heavy, and the two hurriedly opened the door for the little ghost, and when the little ghost entered, they closed the door tightly and stood in the doorway.

"How is this kid, Lord Windy?" asked Nathan curiously, he could tell from the materials the old dwarf needed that the old dwarf liked him, but he wasn't quite sure what the demigod sorcerer thought.

"Imperial talent. Gagill said succinctly, his eyes revealing determination.