Winner-is, Phantom Mouse......

In the duel with the black man, the phantom mouse won the final victory.

As a vegetarian monster, the phantom mouse has no interest in the meat on the black man's body, and the fierce fight just now is completely for self-preservation, and now the black man has fallen, and the danger of the phantom mouse has been lifted, at this time, this little thing has no interest in looking at the black man again, and is about to leave.

However, as soon as he turned around, the phantom mouse shook a few times, and then kicked his calf and fell down.

Maybe a little dizzy!

Can you not get dizzy?

The fierce battle with the black man just now has exhausted the magic power of the phantom mouse, and the continuous stabbing of the black man with the poisonous needle on the tail has made the phantom mouse's physical strength overdrawn.

Studies have shown that the venom of the phantom rat is its renal gland secretion, and after so many needles pricked, the phantom rat is now a little kidney-deficient......

That's basically what happened.

Du Ang had been watching from a short distance, and he secretly swung his fist, how could a shrewd person like him miss such a good opportunity!

He immediately went over and went to the phantom mouse, and now the phantom rat was also in a state of semi-dizziness and half-consciousness in a daze, and it also noticed that there was another person next to him, and he also felt the danger, but now it lost its kidney to the point of energy failure, and it was lying on its stomach, and it couldn't even open its eyes.

Du Ang squatted down, stretched out his hands to form a simple finger print, shook it twice in front of the phantom mouse's forehead, and immediately, a little bright golden magic light scattered from Du Ang's fingertips and landed on the phantom mouse's head, Du Ang silently chanted a spell in his mouth, only to see that the area covered by the golden light spot was getting bigger and bigger, and finally it was wrapped in Du Ang and the phantom mouse.

At this time, the phantom mouse was completely unable to move, in this golden light it could only be at the mercy of Du Ang, Du Ang's fingers shook in the air a few times, and then pressed on the top of the phantom mouse's head, like an electric shock, the phantom mouse's body immediately trembled violently, and then from Du Ang's finger position, it spread out in a circle, as if the water ripples lit up a white aperture, and soon, the aperture spread, enveloping the entire body of the phantom mouse, and then suddenly, the white light flashed violently, releasing an extremely dazzling light, and then ...... The white light, along with the golden light outside, disappeared completely in an instant.

Soul Pact, it worked!

That is to say, from now on, this phantom rat will become a servant of Duang, and Duang can control it to do anything according to his mood, even if it is made to jump directly into the fire pit, this phantom mouse will not hesitate to execute it immediately.

Of course, Duon wouldn't do that, unless he's stupid.

I finally got a superb Warcraft Phantom Mouse, and Du Ang was reluctant to waste it so much.

This is the baby, and by far the biggest hole card of Duon!

However, as for whether this hole card is good or not, it will take time to test, and now Du Ang has no bottom in his heart.

In other words, as a low-level magician, how could Du Ang use such awesome magic as a soul contract?

Actually, this is a coincidence, or rather, it was an unintentional move in the past.

At that time, when Duon memorized magic books, it was very boring, boring, and boring, because those books were full of some magic knowledge and magic theories, and as for the real magic spells or anything, there was not even a single one.

In the Bauhinia Empire, this kind of thing is very normal, and it is not that the publishers of those magic books have lost their conscience to cheat the manuscript fees, but ...... Well, it's an unwritten, but it's a rule that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Magic spells, which must not be written down, appear in any books!

It has nothing to do with the level of the magic spell, as long as it is a magic spell, it must be taught to the young magician by the mouth of the high-level magician, this is a form that has not changed for thousands of years, and it is also a kind of continuous inheritance!

Du Ang had also heard of this rule, and he hadn't paid much attention to it before, but when he learned it himself, he couldn't stand it anymore - just reciting these magical theories, but he couldn't even say a single low-level magic spell, which was too torturous, right?

So, Du Ang said a lot of things, begging Justin, who thought Du Ang was an NPC at the time, to teach him even a magic spell, and Justin was also very bad, he did teach Du Ang a magic spell, but it was a magic spell that was completely equivalent to waste wood for Du Ang at that time - Soul Contract!

Soul Contract: Intermediate magic, only valid for Warcraft.

To be precise, it is only effective against a very small number of magical beasts that can be enslaved by contract.

Du Ang hadn't even seen a magical beast at that time, let alone those rare and homely, almost the best magical beasts that were difficult to find in the sky and difficult to find on the ground, such as the phantom mouse. Du Ang was so angry at the time, thinking to himself what is the use of this thing? The best Warcraft? Fuck you, you may never see one in your life!

But I didn't expect that today, this waste wood magic skill, which Du Ang regarded as unusable for a lifetime, actually used it.

Wow, this is a phantom mouse!

Du Ang held the phantom rat that had been successfully enslaved in the palm of his hand, and looked at it from one glance to the next, with a smile in his eyes: Unexpectedly, Lao Tzu is also a person who has the best magical beasts!

The phantom rat is now seriously overdrawn, and it is like a ball to shrink there, and it will take at least a whole day to regain its strength, Du Ang thought about it, put the phantom rat into the storage ring, and then walked over to see the big black man - no, there is still one lying here!

The big black man was miserable now, covered in sweat, and I didn't know whether he was tired or hurt, his legs were scarred, and there were many small eyes densely distributed - all of them were pierced by phantom rats with the stingers on their tails.

Of course, for the size of the big black man, these are not very important minor injuries, even if they are ignored, it won't take much time to recover on their own, but there is only one somewhat serious injury, on his palm, which is the palm that was completely pierced by the phantom mouse.

The dark green poisonous blood is still dripping, and it looks a little disgusting, but Du Ang can't care so much now, saving people's lives is important, as for what is disgusting or not, it is another matter. Du Ang picked up the black man's dagger knife from the ground, he was about to skin the golden spotted tiger with this knife just now, but suddenly a giant horn ox appeared and startled him, and the dagger knife was thrown on the ground.

Du Ang used a dagger knife to cut a cross wound on the black man's wound, and then squeezed out the dirty blood, this is the emergency method that Du Ang learned on the earth before, dealing with the bite of a poisonous snake, and now I don't know if it's good or not, it's okay...... After squeezing for a while, the green dirty blood disappeared, and the red blood flowed out of the wound again, and Du Ang took out a little emergency healing medicine from the storage ring and applied it to the black man's wound.

……

I don't know how long it took, but the big black man finally woke up slowly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that his legs were cold, and there was a slight pain.

And the hand ...... The pain was a little worse, but it was still bearable.

"What's going on?"

He shook his head like a big black water tank, put his hands on the ground, and tried to sit up from the ground, but his body was loose and soft, not much better than a ball of cotton, and he struggled a few times, but he still couldn't use any strength.

"Are you awake?"

Seeing that he was about to struggle again, Du Ang hurriedly went over and held him down: "Don't move now, I just gave you medicine, and you lie down honestly for me." ”

"Phew!"

What Du Ang never expected was that this big black man actually spat out and shouted hoarsely: "What do you want to do?" You beasts, wild dogs, you must not die well, since I have fallen into your hands, then you can come, kill if you want, kill if you want, if you want to chop up, if I snort, I will be raised by a bitch......"

Du Ang looked sluggish, wiped the saliva on his face, and muttered vigorously in his heart: "Beast? Dog? Come to a sticky end? …… What kind of mess, where is this? Why can't you understand what he's saying? Your sister, Lao Tzu saved you, if you are not grateful, why do you still come to cross the river and tear down the bridge to recite the scriptures and beat the monks? Do you do that? It's too unqualified. ”

……

After a lot of effort, Du Ang finally reached an effective communication with the black man.

At the beginning, Duang asked him what kind of place this was, but he couldn't understand it for a long time, and he couldn't even tell the difference between the Bauhinia Empire and the Byron Empire. There was no way, Du Ang had no choice but to give up, it was really not a pleasant thing to discuss geographical issues with such a stunned fool, so he could only put the question aside for the time being, Du Ang asked him again, why did he scold himself as soon as he opened his eyes just now, for this question, he said it quite clearly!

It turned out that just a few days ago, there was a guy wearing a magic robe like Du Ang who came to the black man's house and seriously injured his father, so when he saw Du Ang also wearing a magic robe just now, his first reaction was that Du Ang was in the same group as the guy before.

If it weren't for the fact that his body was so weak that he couldn't even stand up, he would have attacked Du Ang a long time ago.

In fact, when he was chasing the golden spotted tiger before, the black man had seen Du Ang, but at that time his attention was on the golden spotted tiger, and Du Ang was in a sitting position, so he didn't pay much attention to what Du Ang was wearing at that time, and when he woke up just now, Du Ang was standing in front of him, so he was excited all of a sudden.

Anyway, it's okay to be idle now, the two of them continued to chat, the black man said that his name was Federer, and he moved here from the snow-capped mountains in the north in the early years, but that was a long time ago, and the first generation of people who came here was his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather...... Federer counted the days on his fingers, and even he was a little confused.

But it doesn't matter, what Duon is really interested in is that, as he guessed, Federer's family is indeed the only bloodline left by the barbarians in this world, and this bloodline is currently only Federer and his father...... (To be continued.) )