The hurricane stopped suddenly, like a fan being unplugged.

In mid-air, a fiery red thing fell, and it fell on the snow with a snap, and with a snort, the white snow rose up a stream of steaming water vapor, like a red soldering iron falling into the ice water.

It was a small thing covered in flames, with dark green skin, like a combination of a lizard and a frog.

It doesn't look vicious.,It's also very cute and cute.。

Ringer's heart was like this ice and snow, falling to the freezing point.

The old liar has dozens of summoning spells, each spell can summon different types and different levels of undead, seeing the white-skinned monster holding an ice hammer, he must be afraid of fire, so he wanted to summon an undead with a fire attribute, but he didn't expect .....

This undead spirit, which is not half the size of a palm, is it a fire elf, what does a fire elf look like, Ringer has never seen it, and there is no appearance of a fire elf in his head, seeing that it is wearing a dazzling fire cloak, it is temporarily considered to be a fire elf.

But it's too small, it doesn't seem to be an adult, it's still in the age of coquettishness, can it scare away the enemies who surround him?

Ringer was disappointed.

The same scheme cannot be used twice at the same time, Ringer admitted.

He no longer has any fighting power.

How will I die, smashed into pulp, for sure.

As soon as the white-skinned stranger saw the fire elf, he was like a great enemy.

They all lifted a huge ice hammer.

Poof, the ice hammer smashed down, and the snow was smashed into a big crater, and the snow splashed everywhere.

The fire elf made a deft jump and easily dodged.

In mid-air, it twisted and spewed a pea-sized blue-red fireball towards its attacker.

The fireball fell on the white-skinned monster's body like a match falling into a gasoline drum, boom! The white-skinned monster burst into flames, throwing an ice hammer and twisting and struggling on the ground.

It seems to have no vocal cords, and it can't scream, only a snake-like sound.

No matter how it rolled, the blue and red flames burned more and more.

The white-skinned monster did not run away, nor did he help extinguish the fire, but swarmed up with an ice hammer.

The fire elf dodged left and right under the giant's attack, and the fireball in its mouth did not stop, shooting accurately and quickly at the body of the white-skinned monster.

On the snow, the strange man in white tried his best to extinguish the flames on his body, but he had no way to survive, and the terrifying scene made Ringer stunned.

When all the white-skinned weirdos have fallen.

Ringer also stood up, staring at the fire elf.

The fire elf's small mouth opened, and Ringer hurriedly rolled in a panic to avoid its attack.

The fireball didn't erupt, and only a faint puff of green smoke came out of the fire elf's mouth.

Ringer stood up with a smile.

"No bullets, can't you spray?"

On the fire elf, the layer of flame is gone, and there is no spark at all, revealing crystal skin, like armor-like skin, under the reflection of the firelight, with different angles, the color will change.

It's still a chameleon-like fire elf, which is interesting.

Ringer began to tease him.

Come on, little thing, breathe fire on me.

The fire elf's mouth was wide open, and it made a subtle muffled sound at him.

It was crawling hard, clumsy and slow, a world away from its swiftness and agility.

Its skin turned pale and looked oothy.

Ringer immediately raised his vigilance and took a few steps back, not knowing what kind of big move this little thing was going to hold.

Seeing him retreat, the fire elf stopped screaming, lowered its head, and tried to crawl forward, forward, forward, until it could not crawl, maintaining a strange posture, direction, towards the campfire, two miniature little eyes staring at the raging flames.

Ringer waited a long time, but still didn't see it move.

He stepped forward, and when he looked again, the fire elf's eyes had lost their brilliance, and the color of its body was as integrated as snow.

Ringer felt bad and touched it with his hand.

It was as cold as ice

Ringer suddenly understood that the fire spirit was not trying to attack him, it was trying to climb into the fire to keep warm, and the cold of the earth killed it!

Ringer patted his head in annoyance.

With his two hands, he carefully picked up the fire spirit,

But the fire spirit shattered, shattered like fine sand, and turned into a fine powder, the powder slid through the fingertips, like flying silk, soft, the powder had not yet fallen to the snow, and the wind rose spontaneously, floating upward, waving a wisp of white smoke and dust, and finally, it disappeared in front of Ringer's eyes.

For a long time, Ringer maintained his half-kneeling posture, holding the vanished fire spirit with both hands.

It's still a child, and I killed it, didn't I?

Click, click, the ice hammer kept cracking and melting.

The color also began to change, turning blood red, and the snowflakes desperately sucked in the scarlet red liquid.

The red liquid is swallowed by the white, and gradually melts with the snow.

On the snow, only some natural drawings of the human body remained, and the distorted gray traces were imprinted on the snow.

Ringer silently added dead branches to the bonfire, and the fire reflected on his face, bloodless and pale.

He knew that as soon as the danger was eliminated, a new crisis was around him.

Just as Ringer was holding the fire elf, an arrow was aimed at him, it was a skeleton hiding in the forest.

The skeleton man knew his archery skills, and as long as the arrow in his hand was released, Ringer's neck would definitely be shot through, but it was slow to attack.

There was a click, a crisp echo, and the bowstring broke.

Ringer didn't look back: "Let's talk." ”

The skeleton arrow threw away the broken bow, turned around, and walked resolutely and resolutely towards the depths of the dense forest.

It didn't accept Ringer's suggestion, and didn't even make a small gesture of conversation, even a word.

Perhaps, it is a willful and withdrawn person in front of it, or maybe it is a woman in front of it who does not like to talk to strange men.

It had an extra backpack on its back, and it looked like the backpack of the Cardinal Valery.

Ringer watched it go, without saying a word, until it could no longer see.