"It's a pity," Duran shrugged and blinked, "To be precise, this place can't be considered Fernan. ”

"I knew it." The little fat man looked around him in an old-fashioned manner, and a pair of eyebrows that looked particularly funny because they were too short were twisted into a ball: "This is the damn lower plane, normal humans don't usually appear here." ”

"To introduce myself, my name is Ned, and I'm 176 years old - of course, that's relative to the time of the Elven Envoy Plane. As far as I know, the equivalent of your human age is about 7 years old. But my IQ is much higher than that of a seven-year-old. The little fat man struggled to flick his wings behind his back and tried to take off.

Duran was a little surprised to find that this guy actually flew, although his two pairs of poor wings stirred up incitemently fast, and the height and speed of the flight were not satisfactory, but he finally barely proved that his identity as an elven envoy was not an impostor.

"Hey Ned, I'm Duran." Duran waved the scimitar in his hand and said quickly, "I guess other things will be put aside for the time being, if my alliance agreement is still in effect, can you do me a favor?" ”

The little fat man nodded briskly, "I am very happy, in fact, I was just about to ask if those filthy things hiding in the fog are your friends - if not, I will do it!" ”

"Obviously, they are my enemies." Duran looked at Ned expectantly. The scene of Zina summoning two water spirit envoys with the help of the sword is still vivid, this creature has an extraordinary sensitivity and talent for magic, even if it is just a young flame spirit envoy, they also have a lot of relevant knowledge and magic, enough to cause considerable damage.

The ghost babies seemed to sense something was wrong, and they began to stop hiding their figures, but to surround them from all sides.

Two figures fell from the eaves, and by the glimmer of the torches, Duran could see their distorted faces—a kind of almost pure resentment, and they looked exactly like ordinary babies, except with a very different expression on their faces. All of the ghost babies were pale and looming in the translucent mist, and their eyes were all closed, and their quivering eyelashes were strangely long and trembling.

"One, two...... Seven, eight, nine...... XIII.XIV ...... Damn, there are six more that I didn't find out before. Duran was in a slight cold sweat, these ghost babies' concealment skills were obviously much stronger than he had imagined. If he had made a rash move before, I am afraid that he would have been successfully attacked by these guys hiding in the shadows, and the situation might not be good at that time.

But now he has an extra flame elf to help, which is equivalent to an extra turret, although it is only a mini version, but the elf envoy is a natural mage, and it is always a pleasant thing to have an extra mage partner.

It's just that what makes Duran a little strange is that at least a minute has passed since this guy swore to clean up these ghost babies, how can he release a few magic spells during this time, right? Why hasn't there been any movement until now?

Duran glanced at the little fat man strangely, only to find that Lord Ned was flushed and sweating profusely.

"Hey, I said, are you okay?" Duran suddenly felt something bad in his heart. A ghost baby jumped forward tentatively, and Duran didn't hesitate to swing his cutlass forward. The dark red blade flashed, and the ghost baby's reaction was unusually fast, and as soon as Duran's movement was activated, he jerked back and dodged the blade.

All the monsters let out a low laugh, and Duran shuddered even with the sound-isolating earbuds - the sound-isolating earbuds didn't block out all sounds, for example, his conversation with Ned would go on normally, but some of his voices were hazy. And the same is true of the laughter of the ghost babies, filtered through the earbuds and seeping into Duran's mind, still making people feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Uh, I, I'm fine, really, I'm fine." The little fat man kept fanning the wings behind his back, but his expression was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He slurred, "It's just—it's just that I seem to have forgotten my spell book at home......"

"What?!" Duran couldn't help but blurt out, "Spell book? I'm afraid I can't understand a little, as far as I know, the elves don't need a spell book to cast spells, right? ”

"Indeed...... That's true. The little fat man wiped his sweat: "But I'm a little different from other elves, my memory is not very good, and I usually carry spell books with me when I fight." Today you summoned in a bit of a hurry, and I found out that the summoned human plane coordinates were sent from the Fernand Continent, so I couldn't wait to squeeze out the other friends - but I forgot to bring the spell book. ”

"You mean you've stopped other elves who can cast spells without a spellbook from coming to my aid? And then again you yourself are not ready for battle? "Duran is a little crazy, his luck can't be so bad, right? I found an ogre, and the subordinate is a once-in-a-lifetime coward, and the summoned elf envoy is actually a strange person who can't cast spells freely without the spell book?

"I'm afraid so." The little fat man buried his head low, and suddenly lost the domineering spirit he had when he first appeared.

"I'll go!" Duran couldn't help but scold: "Okay, I can kill them alone." ”

"I mean, not only can't I help you, but I, I need your protection." Ned said timidly.

Duran's eyes darkened: "Can't you go back?" ”

The elven envoy shook his head helplessly: "I will not be able to return until the summoning contract is lifted in half an hour." ”

Duran didn't have time to scold angrily, because at this moment, the ghost babies obviously couldn't bear to continue watching the talk show between Duran and Ned, they let out a weird roar, and then swarmed up!

"Whew! Watch out, they're coming!" The little fat man exclaimed in surprise and lay on Duran's head in a panic, hugging Duran's forehead and neck, and was so frightened that he was urinating.

"Your sister, you covered my eyes!" Duran shouted, fortunately, the listening skill was not learned in vain, and the dynamics of the ghost babies were always in his grasp. The two vampire scimitars swung like a storm, weaving into a blood-colored web of swords and lights, which was dazzling and beautiful.

The powerful impact force immediately knocked back a large circle of ghost babies, and even if the physical attack couldn't really hurt them, the vampire scimitar could knock them back from the ** between substance and nothingness. Only one ghost baby took advantage of Duran's inattention and bit him on the calf.

It's not good to be a teacher...... As soon as Duran gritted his teeth, his calf muscles suddenly tensed, and the vampire scimitar simply picked it up on the ghost baby's neck, throwing him into the distance at once.

"Oh-oh, sorry......" The little fat man retracted one of his paws, allowing Duran to see again. He trembled and said, "These guys are not afraid of physical attacks, you have to use other methods to hurt them!" ”

"Thank you for the advice, why don't you use magic?" Duran took two steps back, carefully dodging the Ghost Baby's possible attack.

"Awesome! Kill them with magic! Ned clapped his hands excitedly, but his entire fat body almost fell off Duran's head because of this action. His body leaned back sharply, causing him to scream a few times and hug Duran again.

"My eyes!" Duran scolded.

"Oh oh oh, sorry...... I mean, it's a great idea, they're definitely scared of magic. Ned let go.

Duran replied speechlessly, "Do you really think that if I know magic, I will still need to summon a young elf to help?" ”

The little fat man was speechless.

Ordinary physical attacks can't hurt the ghost baby, which is one of Duran's concerns about not making a move. Plastic magic, especially flames, are usually the nemesis of this type of resentful spirit, and Duran chose to summon the Flame Spirit Envoy in order to get magical fire support. Who knew it would turn out like this......

"The world is unpredictable." Duran sighed.

The ghost babies gathered around again, and this time, a faint black glow began to glow on their bodies, and these terrifying monsters began to metamorphose—their bodies grew larger, and the surface of the void was covered with a thick layer of scales. Their limbs became long, their nails sharp, and most importantly, their eyes were open.

The blue eyes seemed to be soaked in hatred and resentment for ten thousand years, and it made people shudder at the sight - Duran knew that this was one of the effects of the mind spell, and the only thing he had to do was to muster up the courage to face it.

"So, there's nothing we can do?" The little fat man said desperately.

"Not necessarily. As long as you don't mess with me. Duran silently raised the vampire scimitar and used his second talent skill, Quick Enchantment. This skill can enchant Duran's weapon for a short time, adding a little fire damage, although it may seem negligible, but in fact, with Duran's agility and attack frequency, this fire damage is enough to bury all the ghost babies.

"Then it's time to clean up the garbage." Duran took a step forward, and the scimitar in his hand was like a dragon like lightning, and slashed it fiercely.

(Because recently, some book friends are worried that this book will be eunuch because of bad grades, so I will talk about it in particular.) As you can see, the author's picture of the Fernan's continent has only just unfolded a small corner, and it is not even the tip of the iceberg. Such a grand framework makes many people worry about the author's pen power, and the results of the book are indeed not satisfactory, so it is indeed normal to have such worries. And what I want to make clear is that Feinan's worldview is far more grand than you think, races, gods, history, kingdoms. I've set up more than fifty races and their unique classes alone, and of course, these more than fifty unique classes will not appear in this book, but they will appear in all my novels about the world of Fernan. And the Evil Pact is just one of them. I'm sure I'm going to finish this book. The reason why the update is a little slow is because the grades are not very good, the passion is limited, and I am not a full-time author, so I don't have much time to write books; The second is to wait slowly for the shelves and push them on the shelves. In fact, if you want to put it on the shelves, you can put it on the shelves a long time ago, but the authors or readers who have been mixing it for a long time know that it doesn't make sense to force it on the shelves. After it is put on the shelves, the updates will definitely be 5000+ per day, which is absolutely reassuring. And even if I don't wait until it hits the shelves, I'll finish the book, which means that it's likely to be all for free. No kidding, no pushing, no shelves, the minimum number of words in the finished book is at least 1.5 million words. So please rest assured readers who have questions about the update or are worried about the eunuch of this book, I truly love this story, this world, and the people who appear or will appear in the story......

At the same time, here I want to talk about the reader's impression of [Don't have a heroine], there are many examples of good books in the online article becoming poisonous spots because of the heroine, but few books are completely silent about women. This book doesn't want to be a maverick.,Regarding the issue of the heroine.,Actually, I'm more vague.。 Let's put it this way, my ambition is to try to write a few women with distinct surnames, and not the heroine, the vassal of the protagonist or something. And the proud soul of the protagonist from another world is also destined to be lonely all the way, which cannot be changed. It's easy to spoil the specifics, so I can only ask you to trust my pen.

Finally, I hope that readers who like this book will support it more. A recommendation ticket, a click, a reward, a like, and a comment are all the greatest encouragement to the author. Storytellers always don't like Gu Ying's self-pity, and it would be the happiest thing to know that there are one or two confidants who have been listening to the story. ）

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