"My lord, please come here!"

After turning defeat into victory, Yang Ling was warmly welcomed by the elves and was welcomed to a verdant wooden house to sit down. The wooden house has a flat floor, which looks like white marble and is covered with natural textures, but there is no sound when you step on it, as if you have stepped on a soft and sound-absorbing wooden plank.

"My lord, please try the rum we have made from purple orchids, yellow grass and morning dew. After serving Yang Ling a glass of pale green rum, the long-haired beauty Sophia walked away and sat down with the elf elder, leaving Yang Ling with a faint fragrance.

"Listening to the accent of a big man, it doesn't seem to be a local?"

"Elder, it's okay to call me Yang Ling in the future. Yang Ling took a sip of pale green rum, his mouth was cool, and he put a piece of pure natural mint, "That's right, my hometown is far away, and I heard a fighting sound when I was passing by nearby just now, and then I rushed over." ”

Yang Ling tasted the refreshing rum while quietly looking at the surrounding environment. Life is not familiar, and after establishing a good relationship with these native forest elves in front of you, you may have unexpected benefits.

"The human slave hunting team is becoming more and more rampant, especially these thugs who came today!" Elf Elder's face was solemn, and he tightly held the pitch-black staff in his hand, "Fortunately, Yang Ling, you came in time and helped vigorously, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!"

"With a show of hands, the elders don't have to be polite. Yang Ling pondered for a moment and said with relief: "The other party has suffered heavy losses, I'm afraid I won't have the courage to come in and disturb again, and your future words should be much better!"

"No, the nightmare has just begun. That young man who escaped was born in the notorious Anka family in Visen Town, and after this heavy loss, I am afraid that he will soon lead a large number of samurai back to take revenge!"

The elven elder's tone was low, and he couldn't help but worry when he thought of the huge power of the Anka family. Far from the other elven tribes, there are no druid warriors, no elite hunters, and no high-level forces such as the mighty fairy dragon and the two-headed Chimera.

In the face of the revenge of the Anka family*, it is best to evacuate as soon as possible, but the cold winter is coming, and it is too late to move the clan anyway. For the sake of the future, perhaps the best way to think about leaving the mysterious summoner in front of you behind is the best way.

Under the explanation of the elven elder, Yang Ling understood the general situation. It turns out that the Tylen Continent under his feet is vast and boundless, and the Truss Forest stretches for thousands of miles, making it the largest primeval deep forest in the Tylen Continent.

Due to its abundant resources, the Terras Forest attracts many humans to come for logging and hunting. Slowly, near an old castle on the outskirts of the forest, a small town called Wiesen spontaneously formed.

The town is small, with just over 20,000 inhabitants, but due to its proximity to the resource-rich town of Wiesen, the number of mercenaries, adventurers, and merchants who stay for a short period of time is often as high as four or five thousand.

In the town of Wisson, the Anka family is the largest force, with many family warriors who kill people without blinking. It is rumored that there are many masters such as great swordsmen and great magicians, who are strong. He made a living by exploiting the townspeople, exploiting the merchants, and trading slaves, and became notorious.

Over the decades, there have been many mercenaries with high self-armed forces who have clashed with the Anka family. But no mercenary has ever been able to bargain in the slightest, and almost all mercenaries in their early years have been in different places, without exception after so many years.

Rumor has it that the Ankka family are a bunch of pirates who eat people and don't spit out bones, and the town of Wieson is just a small base for them. Often, many samurai of unknown origin can be seen entering and leaving their castles, all of them ruthless characters who kill people without blinking.

Slowly, not to mention ordinary townspeople, even mercenaries and adventurers from all over the world had to look at the faces of the Anka family. Even some small alien tribes living in the Truss Forest are harassed by these traffickers from time to time.

After giving Yang Ling some general information, the elf elder sighed heavily, worried. According to rumors over the years, after being targeted by the powerful Anka family, the situation is definitely not optimistic.

After pondering for a moment, the elven elven elder's heart moved, and he said sincerely, "Yang Ling Warrior, I don't know if it is inconvenient for you to stay in our tribe for a while?"

"I'm sorry, I made an appointment with a friend to meet in a few days, this" Although it was exactly what he wanted, Yang Ling still pretended to hesitate, "Besides, my horned bee beast is still very weak, if the other party fights back, I'm afraid it won't be of much help!"

After understanding what the elven elder meant, Yang Ling decided to retreat and strive to get the greatest reward. But then again, if Imia leads a large group of warriors and magicians back to take revenge, it will be a lot of trouble.

This continent is strange and mysterious, a single fireball technique can burn a dozen horned bee beasts to ashes, if the other party dispatches more and more powerful magicians, maybe they won't be able to eat and walk around for a while.

"Yang Ling, are these the demonic beasts you summoned?" After hesitating for a moment, looking at the dense horned bee beasts around Yang Ling, the elven elder gritted his teeth and took out a clay sculpture vial from his arms, "This is the remaining life spring water of our tribe this year, which can promote the evolution of demonic beasts." With so many horned bee beasts, not to mention all of them, even if only some of them have successfully evolved to the second order, your strength is very amazing!"

For the safety of his clansmen, the elf elder took out the treasure at the bottom of the box, and at the same time, he couldn't understand how Yang Ling could summon so many horned bee beasts. Summoners can generally only summon one or two magical beasts, but Yang Ling is good, and directly summons a dense nest.

Seeing that the elf elder was solemn, Yang Ling understood that this was a rare treasure, and took it unceremoniously, "It's not a summoner here, these horned bee beasts have been with me since I was a child. ”

"Oh, that's how it is!" Seeing that Yang Ling didn't seem to want to say more, the elf elder didn't ask anymore, telling him how to use the rare spring of life.

After sitting cross-legged on the ground, Yang Ling selected the most ferocious one hundred horned bee beasts, each with a drop of precious life spring water, and swallowed the rest by himself. Soon, the little ones quickly grew to the size of fists, and mysterious runes appeared on their bodies again, and then quickly disappeared.

At the same time, Yang Ling felt the tower-shaped imprint at the center of his eyebrows burn, and a warm current slowly ran along the mysterious trajectory in his body, and his magic power became more and more abundant.

"Ancient Summoner?" the Elf Elder stared at Yang Ling excitedly, "You can put away hundreds of summoned demonic beasts at a time, not to mention ordinary summoners, even great summoners don't have this ability." ”

The elven elder was excited, according to ancient records, the spiritual power of the ancient summoner was extremely huge, and he could summon a large number of demonic beasts to fight. As an ancient summoner, although Yang Ling now only had low-level magical beasts such as horned bee beasts, the huge number of summoned beasts spoke for itself, and his potential was unimaginable.

With Yang Ling, an ancient summoner, the elder believed that even if Imia led a large number of griffon warriors to make a comeback, he would be able to survive the difficult situation without danger.

Looking at the excited elven elder, Yang Ling smiled faintly, neither admitting nor denying it. Truth be told, if you say you're from another planet, you'll probably be dismissed by the elders as crazy babbling. Since he wishfully thinks that he is some kind of ancient summoner, then he simply let him misunderstand, maybe he can get some unexpected benefits by hitting it right.

After holding his breath, Yang Ling's mind moved, and he subconsciously pinched a handprint, and suddenly, a hundred horned bee beasts after the advancement appeared in front of everyone. Dancing with teeth and claws, with a murderous aura, it seems that after staying in the mysterious witch tower for a while, it has grown up again.

Stinger ability?

Soon, Yang Ling discovered that the advanced horned bee beast had an additional ability - stinger attack. In one day, a Horned Bee Beast that has advanced to the second order can shoot three highly poisonous tail spikes, which are as fast as lightning. The middle one is numb at best, and at worst he immediately falls into a coma, which is extremely severe.