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The moonlight was clear, and the night was silent.

Sitting in the corner of the balcony and looking at the quiet jungle around him for a while, Vincent exhaled and walked down from the balcony.

He was really afraid that Pig had arranged him to be an ogre or a neighbor of some strange race, and as a human warlock, he couldn't get used to being friends with these creatures for the time being, so he looked around and calmed down.

"Fortunately, there are basically no living creatures nearby, and it feels like a remote and isolated house, so let's visualize it for the time being. ”

After calming down, he chose a place in the room, and Vincent closed his eyes and meditated.

But in a moment, a kobold demon god flew out.

In his sea of consciousness, the four suns burned brightly, and under the starlight of the visualization demon god, there were ripples again, and the outline of the newborn sun soared, a few points larger than the original.

Even though it is not as good as the other three suns, it is expected that in time, it will inevitably turn into the true yang of mana.

Vincent deeply felt that the largest black gold sun, there was a power coming out, and it seemed that it would soon take shape.

"I guess that's the fifth sun. ”

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Vincent opened his eyes, and in the dark pupils, the largest sun that sprayed thin golden rainbows flashed.

He knew what Pig said about the sun, and he agreed with the idea that blood shapes the number of suns.

Indeed, the bloodline is the foundation of the number of suns, and without a good bloodline, the warlock will definitely have no future, which is why the warlock is eager for the bloodline.

It's just that seven suns are not the pinnacle of the upper bloodline, but what if it is eight suns, what kind of bloodline?

While on the boat, he consciously or unintentionally told Pig what the eight suns meant.

That's above the superior bloodline......

Mythical bloodline!

The power of the truly terrifying bloodline, which is the countless bloodlines that have been passed down in mythology, is by no means comparable to ordinary beings!

"It seems that the sun troll is a mythical creature, coupled with the power of the god and demon Anubis......"

As soon as Vincent shook his palm, pale golden flames jumped between his fingers, and his heart couldn't help but cheer up.

"I'm really looking forward to it, when the mana quenching is completed, how many suns will I have? eight, nine?"

His mind faltered for a moment, and he withdrew his thoughts and concentrated on the mana quenching.

As for the ten-meter-long octopus wrist, Vincent didn't use it, because he didn't have a high understanding of that alchemy array for the time being, and he only temporarily used the Frost Ring to freeze it to avoid damage.

When what he wanted to do was done, he threw himself on the bed, exhausted, and after a while, he fell asleep.

The night passed peacefully.

The next morning, when I was still asleep, there was a sudden call outside.

"Mr. Vincent, are you up?"

Although his tone was calm and friendly, the essence of his voice was so loud that his eardrums trembled.

With a yawn, Vincent got out of bed and walked to the balcony on the second floor, only to see the ogre Handa standing in front of him, greeting him kindly with a huge face.

"Hello, Mr. Vincent, Mr. Iter wants to find you, he said that he has some personal matters to discuss, and specially asked me to come to you, I don't know what your intentions are?"

It?

Which one?

Vincent's brow furrowed, recalling his memories of yesterday, and suddenly found the creature in an image.

It turned out to be the ogre.

It was an interesting ogre, but it had a bit of a stinky mouth.

"What is he looking for me for?"

Vincent had some doubts in his heart, and pondered for a few seconds before replying to Handa, "Okay, I'll come down right away." ”

He didn't have anything to do with that ogre magician, he didn't expect that he would go out of his way to talk to Handa today, and he didn't know what would happen to him.

After washing, Handa led him out of his abode and went to the ogre-magician's house.

After walking through a dense jungle and a long bridge for more than half an hour, he finally reached the place where It lived.

It was a huge black castle.

As the leader of the ogres, It's a place of residence in the middle of the ogre race, dark and deep, and looks quite mysterious and huge. The door was six meters high, and Vincent looked at the high ceiling overhead as he walked over, feeling very unaccustomed.

After turning around a few more rooms full of various biological specimens, my eyes suddenly opened up.

The surrounding walls were covered with the skins of various animals, and in the center of the room, there was a large cauldron more than a man high, and the soup in it was bubbling, while the three-meter-tall ogre magician was on the side, slowly stirring the pot with a large spoon in his hand.

Unlike the usual ogre, this guy has two heads.

In the books, ogres have two heads, which means ordinary intelligence.

"Hey, you're here, my new colleague. ”

Sensing Vincent's arrival, he turned his head and said so.

Its teeth are a little black, I don't know how long it hasn't been washed, and they are covered with all kinds of stains.

Immediately, the other head took over the conversation: "Oh, I'm sorry, the human house is too small for me, so I asked Handa to invite you over, I hope you don't mind, I'm cooking a pot of broth, it tastes very good, do you want to taste it?"

As he spoke, he scooped up a spoonful of hot soup and pointed it at Vincent.

Looking at the unknown piece of meat floating in the soup, Vincent suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and waved his hand to refuse: "No need, thank you, Mr. It, I don't know what you are looking for me?"

"You don't taste it? That's a shame. ”

The head on the left muttered, poured all the hot soup from the spoon into his mouth, and said, "It's delicious." ”

"Don't be rude in front of guests. ”

The other head scolded, and said to Vincent, "Oh, that's right, I heard Handa say that you have an octopus wrist of an octagonal octopus, and as an ogre gourmet, you are really interested in that ingredient, so I want to exchange that thing with you." ”

"Swap?

Enduring the bad breath coming out of the other party's mouth, Vincent was also a little interested.

"Oh, I heard from Mr. Pig that you have the bloodline power of light and fire, and every time you fight, it is easy to burn your clothes, so I hope to have a piece of clothing that is not easy to damage, I have a good human clothes, which are made of the skin of the Yang Demon Monster, it should suit you very well, I don't know if you are willing to accept it?"

The head who drank the hot soup spoke, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Hearing this, Vincent raised his eyebrows: "I think it should be very good, I don't know if you can let me take a look." ”

The Yang Demon Monster is an extremely rare monster, fierce and domineering, with the power of fire flowing in his veins, and a flexible leather, which must be more suitable for him than the skin of an eight-legged octopus.

Hearing that Vincent had the intention of cooperating, Ete put down the spoon in his hand, stood up, and said with a smile on both sides: "It's no problem, I'll go get it." ”