In the mysterious brain field that was originally pitch black, red immediately became the main color of distinction.

Such a change caught even the well-informed Heinsor off guard.

Duran's image has long since changed, he has changed from a human form directly to a constantly dancing flame!

"How is that possible!? How could a humble Ember man have such a pure soul? Heinsor muttered to himself, his figure receding, as if sensing something was wrong, trying to retreat from Duran's mind.

"Puff puff!"

Swarms of flames spread and trapped Heinsor in the middle. The flame lotus flowers bloomed immediately, and in an instant, everything as far as the eye could see turned into a sea of flames.

The color of these flames is very pure, they are all beautiful orange-red, but Heinsol really sees that the flame that symbolizes Duran's soul is truly outstanding!

It was a white flame.

"Lord Heinsol, you probably didn't expect that you would lose to someone else again, did you?" Duran's calm voice came from the flames, "Of course, you could say it's a conspiracy - there is no doubt about it. From the beginning, I didn't believe that you would give me an artifact, no one would give away their own treasures, just as no one would give their beloved wife to others to play with - with the exception of a few perverts, of course. It's clear that you're a treasure of your Time Armor, and that the legendary Raging Dragon, despite his short temper, has nothing to do with perverts, right? So I doubted your motives early on. ”

"At first, you deliberately pretended to be dismissive of me, and even scared me with a perfect mental shock - I won't be fooled easily by this kind of trick." The tone of the pure white flame was almost mechanical, and in the vast sea of fire, it was as imposing as the king of the world. "I have to say that as a hero who can compete with Nordington, your acting skills are very good, but it's a pity that I'm the kind of person who will keep a hand in everything."

"If you hadn't tried to invade my brain domain and make me surrender to you, you wouldn't be trapped in the fire by me like you are now."

"Before, you said I was greedy, but now it seems that you are not a greedy guy? Actually, we are all the same kind of people. The reason why they are greedy is only because there is something worth being greedy and risky about. ”

Duran said condescendingly: "There is nothing wrong with greed, greed is one of the driving forces for the progress of all things in the world, but if you let greed and arrogance blind you, I am afraid the result will not be very satisfactory." ”

Heinsol, who was in the midst of a vast sea of fire, laughed angrily, and leaned back with laughter in the face of Duran's aggressive words: "Boy, do you think that these strange flames of yours can bury me here? Where does your confidence come from? ”

With that, he shook the hem of his clothes, and a strong wind swirled around him, and the sea of fire around him immediately subsided.

"I don't know how you managed to make so many flames, but no matter how pure these flames are, they are just ordinary fire elementals, and they can't hurt my soul at all!" Heinsor said confidently.

"Don't talk too much, sir." Duran's voice suddenly began to become erratic, "My confidence comes from myself. Do you think I'm going to put on that armor of time without being prepared? Underestimating me is never a good choice, especially when it comes to being my opponent! ”

With Duran's shout, the entire mysterious place turned red in an instant, and the flames spread again—if the flames had only been tossing and turning on the ground, now even the sky was filled with strange sparks and clouds.

It's simply a world of pure fire.

No one could do that, Heinsall was convinced of this, and his eyes kept looking around, trying to find a flaw or source of the flames. Such a pure world of fire could not be in the brain domain of an ordinary human at all, unless he was a descendant of more than two-thirds of the dense blood fire elemental - even so, most of the people who could create such a terrifying world of fire had the potential to become the king of fire elves. There may not be one such person for thousands of years, and Heinsor doesn't believe that he has such luck.

"This must be ......an illusion," Heinsor kept telling himself, but in fact, deep down he knew that this conjecture was not reliable at all. If it is an illusion that can have the effect of confusing himself, then Duran's will and wisdom must be several times better than him. But when facing his mental impact before, Duran was helpless and was on the verge of death several times.

If all this is acting, Duran's acting skills are too good.

Therefore, the possibility of illusion is very low.

But Heinsol couldn't figure out the root of all this, so he sat where he was, using what little soul power and time power he had left to isolate those pure flames.

"I admit that this world of flames is pure, but it can't kill me." The angry dragon said gloomily: "It's not a way for the two of us to be in such a stalemate, why don't we each take a step back?" ”

"Not how?" Duran's chuckle came from afar, and he paused, "Because, I am a man who must repay his flaws." You almost fucking killed me, so now I'm going to kill you too. ”

"Then you can let the horses come!"

"As you wish!"

Duran concentrated, and a myriad of images appeared before his eyes, one of which was dominated by warm tones, with a large amount of fiery red surrounding a faint black dot, and it was the battle that took place in his mind; In the other scene, in the cold and dark storage room, his body curled up in a ball, firmly strangled by the armor of time, his breathing gradually coming to a standstill. The rest of the picture is disorganized and confusing.

Duran took a deep breath, knowing that he was running out of time. If you don't kill Heinsor as soon as possible, your body will be in danger of death.

With all his strength, he continued to communicate with the object in his hand - there were waves in the [Molten Heart], and with each passing second, Duran felt that the bridge between his soul and the Molten Heart became stronger.

It is precisely because of this treasure that Duran dares to fight Heinsol, which is also one of his hole cards against this hero. Duran knew that the Molten Heart was not only a strange natural treasure, but also possessed a certain will of its own.

This will is called "arreca" by the elven messengers, which means "dearest parents". Scholars on the continent of Fernan, on the other hand, are more inclined to call this imperceptible natural will the "Will of Fire". Most people don't know much about the Will of Fire, but Duran is clearly not one of them.

His knowledge of the Will of Fire is something that even the Flame Elves have made even the wise men of the race unable to match. The Will of Fire has two special surnames: First, once a mage or bloodline warlock with a fire talent has completed communication with the Will of Fire within the Molten Heart, then the Flame Soul that has been precipitated in the Molten Heart for thousands of years will continue to pour into their brains. These flaming souls are a peculiar thing, they possess a strong and tenacious will, but no sense of self. Once they enter the human brain, they will choose to cling to the human soul and continue to nourish and grow it. In other words, for the Fire Mage, the Will of Fire is simply a super-tonic of soul power and spiritual power.

Duran is not a mage or a bloodline warlock, but he is a Flame Monarch with a gift, so he can also communicate the will of fire in the Molten Heart. He hadn't done this before, because he had said that this Molten Heart was half with Abu, what if he accidentally sucked it up when communicating with the Will of Fire? Thinking of the Fireeater's performance of coveting this treasure but resolutely restraining himself, Duran felt that he couldn't go, and he never touched the heart of the molten fire.

But at this juncture, in order to save his life, Duran had to temporarily embezzle his and Abu's "public funds".

According to Duran's estimate, once he completes communication with the Will of Fire, his already good soul strength will increase by about five times, and the corresponding wisdom and will will be multiplied. In the brain domain, those flame souls are completely under the command of Duran, this force is very powerful, and it can completely bind Heinsol's long-weakened soul.

But there is still a certain distance from killing each other.

Duran didn't expect to solve Heinsol with the Spirit of Fire alone, because he also knew the second role of the Will of Fire - the Elven King who communicated with the Void Plane.

The Elven King is the strongest of the Elven Envoy Clan. Each Elven King is wise, with an extraordinarily long lifespan and terrifying powers. Although the Finan continent and the Elven Plane are far apart, the legend of the Elven King has been spread all over the world. Even the most ignorant farmer will be in awe at the mention of the Elven King's name.

Of course, there are reasons for the fame of the previous elf kings, but more because of the four elven kings who opened the world.

Legend has it that at the beginning, the heavens and the earth were in chaos, and living beings walked in them, neither above nor below, neither left nor right. Sivi took pity on the ignorance of the world, so he decided to open up a place of order, which was the beginning of the creation of the world. Although Sivi's divine power was immense, he still could not defy the will of Chaos, and he signed a contract with the original four elven kings to build four prayer towers on the border of the world of Fanan, each guarded by an elven king.

So the King of Flames sits on the Southern Prayer Tower, the King of Frost sits on the Northern Prayer Tower, the King of the Wind in the east, and the King of the Turbid Earth in the west. The four prayer towers provide an endless supply of elemental power, and Sivi uses his divine power to neutralize the four elements, and finally opens up a pure land in the midst of chaos, which is the land of order - Fanon.

Without these four elven kings, the Feinan Continent would not have been able to take shape at all, and the hundred races in the world would not have been able to thrive.

The power of the Elf King is not something that mortals can speculate at all, and it is also impossible for mortals to want to get close to them. However, the Will of Fire may be an exception, as one of the purest wills between heaven and earth, the Flame Elf King is not only willing to communicate with the Will of Fire, but also has a natural affinity with the Keeper of the Will of Fire.

This is Duran's biggest hole card!

"Next, it's time to communicate with the Flame Elf King." Duran took a deep breath, his hands almost sinking into the heart of the molten fire, and the strange treasure seemed to have become a part of Duran's body. The bridge between the two sides was already very strong, and a large number of flame souls were happily integrated into Duran's mind, constantly increasing the power of his soul.

If Duran had time to take a look at the contract support system, he would have seen that his will was rapidly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but unfortunately he had no time to care.

The ritual of communicating with the Flame Elf King is actually not complicated, and even more so for Duran, who has the Will of Fire. His mouth uttered a low incantation, similar to the one that summoned the Fire Elf, but longer and more serious than that spell.

Dozens of seconds later, a majestic voice sounded directly in Duran's mind.

"O one who has embraced the will of fire, what do you have to call me!"

Heinsol was stunned for a moment, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

The white flames that Duran had turned into came out of the crowd, and in front of him, several flames that had been brought by the Elf King quickly kneaded into a human form—to Duran's surprise, it was actually a character with a female surname who appeared in front of him.

"This Flame Elf King turned out to be a woman?" Duran was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, and immediately bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Duran, the great Lord of Fire, descendant of Sivi's people, Ryan (Lord of the Dawn) and Koisha (the god of witches), sends you his best regards."

"O great Lord of Fire, King of the Kiskas, leader of the Tundra Barbarians, and last hero of the Anzelands, Heinsol the Raging Dragon. Di Gao. Byron.T. Sford sends you my best regards! ”

The moment the Flame Elf King appeared, Heinsor felt an unprecedented crisis! This guy is worthy of a duel with Nordington, and he reacted immediately, following Duran as he tried to attract the attention of the Flame Elf King.

"Although I don't know how this kid attracted the Flame Elf King here, he must be trying to use the Elf King's hand to deal with me!" Heinsol's mind was racing fast, he knew that he had to strike first, even if he couldn't get the Flame Elf King to help him, he had to find a way to get her not to help the enemy.

"Oh? Raging Dragon, Heinsol? I've heard your name. "Although it is a female surname, the coercion on the Elf King is still extremely powerful.

Her face is delicate and graceful, and she can't tell how old she is, but she naturally has the air of a superior. Her tone was flat and natural, but it made Duran and Heinsor almost kick their breath.

"Heinsor used to be a sub-god, and he couldn't even raise his head." Duran thought in his heart, "It seems that the strength of the four elven kings must be at least above the gods, otherwise the elven plane will not be calm." ”

Hearing the Elven King's words, Heinsol was overjoyed: "I didn't expect you to hear the villain's name, it's really an honor." ”

"Well," the Elven King said calmly, "the most famous loser in the history of the Fernand Continent. ”

"Poof......" Heinsor almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Poof!" Duran laughed directly.

"Well, you're not the one calling me, and I don't have much interest in discussing it with you." The Elven King shifted his gaze from Heinsol's body to Duran, "Since you can be recognized by the Will of Fire, then I also recognize your personality and qualities, and tell me what your calling is?" ”

This elven king is really straightforward.

Duran did not dare to slack off, and immediately replied, "I need your help, honorable Lord of Fire. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

"This Lord Heinsor in front of me, he has entered my brain domain with despicable means, trying to erase my soul, my life is in danger, so I have to disturb you, I hope you can forgive me." Duran said without humility or arrogance, "I hope you can help me get rid of this enemy for the sake of the Will of Fire." ”

Heinsol trembled nervously - who was the Elven King? Even in his heyday, he couldn't compare to a little finger of the Elf King.

"Oh? It turns out that this is your brain domain. You're bold enough to call out to me in your mind. She glanced at Duran in some surprise, and then said categorically: "I can't do what you ask." ”

Heinsol breathed a sigh of relief.

Duran frowned: "Why?" ”

It stands to reason that after using the Will of Fire to communicate with the Elven King, the latter will be more than happy to do a favor - as long as you don't go too far. Duran thought to himself that his demands were not overstepped in the slightest, and that although Heinsor was a big man, he was just a speck of dust in the red dust for a figure like the Elven King.

The Elf King said lightly: "This person has many traces of gods on his body, and before the god Xiwei left, he ordered us gods not to interfere with each other, so I can't kill him." ”

"Still, how about I be able to expel him from your mind and solve your danger?"

Duran sighed slightly in his heart, this is really a pity, if it is just to expel Heinsol from his own brain domain, then his previous efforts to lure him into his own brain domain will not be in vain? Heinsol's soul is immortal, and it is impossible for Duran to take the Time Armor for himself.

However, the will of the elven king was not something that he could control as a small mortal, and he could only nod his head and accept his fate.

"Forget it, it's not bad to be able to keep his surname, and when Lao Tzu grows up in the future, it's not too late to find a way to destroy Heinsol's soul by himself!" Duran could only comfort himself like this.

Who knew that just as he was about to nod, a childish voice sounded from behind the Elf King:

"Mother, dear Mother...... Hey, hey, hey, I didn't find out about my tracking this time, am I getting better and better? ”

Then Duran saw a little fat man fly out from behind the elven king with his thin wings. (To be continued.) )