After some effort, Sabellia gave up completely.

He also realized that he was doing something stupid.

He actually tried to teach a skeleton to "breathe" to absorb the free wind element in the air.

It doesn't have lungs!

I have really been a lich for too long, and I have lost my normal thinking......

It seems that the only way to do it is to change the way.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think about it enough."

He said to himself as he took a feather from his bosom.

It was a whisper.

Mr. Sa was shocked!

He understood everything.

He triggered the mission because of his whispering, and the people in front of him were both Sabellia and Elimont.

Wind of the jungle, child of the wind.

Isn't that the difference between size and size?

He took his feathered self from the Whispering Crypt with a trumpet and came here to participate in the trial.

Then let the tuba pass on his skills in the trial to help him defeat Eli.

This is clearly what inheritance means!

Move!

Mr. Sa has no other ideas than being moved.

Sabellia gritted her teeth and lifted the seal on the whisper.

Although this is a space of trial, it is equivalent to a place where the soul is constructed.

But because of the oneness of the soul and the energy, everything that is bound can be brought in.

As the binding on the feather was lifted, the wind energy that had been coveting Mr. Sa for a long time suddenly drilled into his body one by one.

Mr. Sa looked at Sabellia, and his heart was hot.

But Sabellia's heart was dripping blood!

The whisper came from a brown jungle hat with soul and energy from another great elven ranger.

This was one of his favorite pieces of equipment in his early years.

But in order for this skeleton to defeat Eli, complete the trial.

The investment is worth it.

Mr. Sa's soul fire gradually dyed a layer of light green, which was the color of the wind.

But his agitation gradually subsided.

I don't feel anything.

"I still don't know skills, what's the use of light charging?

"But in the past, I finally unlocked the energy......"

Finally, the energy in the feathers was poured into Mr. Sa.

His soul was completely turquoise.

Sabellia greedily scrutinized the other's soul fire.

The compatibility of energy with the soul also depends on the grade of the latter.

In his opinion, Mr. Sa's soul fire is the perfect soul.

After the infusion, he carefully explained the skills of strong wind arrows to Mr. Sa.

"Look, exert force like me, attach energy ......"

Mr. Sa scratched his head.

Sabellia is not very good, this strong wind arrow seems to be at most level seven, not as good as him.

This hand-raising action is a bit stiff and can be optimized, and the trajectory is obviously not concealed enough and is easy to block.

Sabellia demonstrated several times in a row, and then motioned for the other party to try.

"Is it my turn?"

Mr. Sa wondered.

"He doesn't think I'll do the same, does he?"

He shot an arrow with a bow, and another arrow.

Airplanes~

The movements are smooth and freehand, and the target is shaking slightly.

Sabellia couldn't help but applaud the arrow.

But he patiently explained:

"It's not just archery, it's about feeling the power of the wind, you don't understand it, do you? Never mind......

"I can demonstrate it again, like I did, and slowly pull away—"

He demonstrated it again.

"It's your turn."

Sou!

Ten rings.

Also shot down the last arrow.

Sa put down his bow and turned his head to look at him again.

Sabellia frowned.

What's the situation? Don't understand?

This is unreasonable, the energy is given to him, and there will be no more such "ordinary shooting" at this time......

But on second thought, maybe the other party was a high-level warrior before his death, so his archery skills were so good, and he was not good at using energy.

The thought that this is the Maikala Mountains makes a lot more sense.

"It's okay, take your time, I'll teach you ...... again"

…

After another while, Sabellia gave up.

He finally realized that he was playing the harp to the cow.

He should have realized it a long time ago.

It's a complete waste of time!

He squinted at the skeleton in front of him, thinking about whether to consume its soul fire and regain its energy.

It was easy for him, but it also meant that he had to find a suitable soul again.

Although Mr. Sa's guess is outrageously wrong, one thing is correct.

Elimont is indeed his "trumpet".

It's a pity that the name of the Son of the Wind is too loud, and he is closely cared for by the dwarf kraft candy.

This certainly makes it easy for him to move, but he also has difficulty moving when he does big things.

He managed to escape the surveillance of the group and hide in the whispering crypt.

Donald told him to wait three months, until the war on the Plains of Luku was over, and then he would be sent to help him remove Barry Githil from that lair and let him serve him on Eagle Rank Mountain.

But he couldn't wait that long.

Moreover, he did not fully believe in the people of gold.

He prefers to take his fate into his own hands.

So after sensing the whispering, he decisively took action.

Now he regretted it a little, he shouldn't have been so excited in the first place......

It's like many years ago, you shouldn't have directly found an immortal holy beast like Eli.

Just as he hesitated, a crisp chirp came from overhead.

Sabellia was shocked and secretly scolded herself for making such a serious mistake!

The large amount of wind elemental fluctuations just now is enough to break through the enchantment of the hidden aura around it!

Damn it!

He reached out and grabbed Mr. Sa, just about to leave here.

However, it was a blank catch.

The skeleton, which had been motionless, had already jumped into the well the moment it heard the chirping!

His action seems to have been rehearsed countless times, it is simply unbelievably fast!

How is he so skilled???

Whoosh!

Overhead, the wind blade from the Wind Rider had already shot out, and Sabellia could only dodge in a hurry.

He looked back at the well, sighed, and left without looking back.

He can beat Eli, but it means nothing.

He wasn't the trialist who was recognized by Eli and brought here, he came in by cheating.

When he first set his eyes on this holy beast, he didn't investigate it clearly, mistakenly thinking that by making the other party a part of himself, he would inherit its immortal ability, and he wouldn't even need to replace the zombie in this life.

But as a result, he only got a body that would die of old age.

For Eli's soul does not belong to itself, so how can it belong to him?

The beast's soul is like a commodity on the shelf, with a price clearly marked.

Buy or grab.

Sabellia chose to grab it, and as a result, he was also trapped on the shelves.

His great plan was this:

Find someone to complete the trial.

It is equivalent to buying this product through regular channels.

Then go and grab it yourself.

Although he can't deal with the merchants who sell things, can't he deal with the people who buy things?

As a result, Mr. Sa became the person who bought things.

Choosing him was just a passing.

He can cheat, and it's much more convenient to have an ordinary revenant buy something than a human.

Now he had to leave for a while and wait outside.

When the damned skeleton fails, he's going to manipulate Eli's lich body to reopen the trial.

Or think of something else.

…

With Sabellia gone, Eli fell to the ground.

It could see clearly that the skeleton had jumped into the well.

The eyes of wisdom turned, and it suddenly fluttered and took off.

Three whirlwinds flew out from between the wings and swept the wellhead into the sky.

The contents of the well were also pulled out by the toilet bowl.

Including Mr. Sa.

Eli then grabbed Sa and flew in the direction of the lair.

"Damn, isn't this a trick......

Sa was always very unconvinced.

Hiding in the well in the game is over.,Why doesn't it work here?

Then he noticed that Eli's paws were glowing green again.

And this time, it's the real tame beast.

It's like this is the real Eli and not the Lich.

"Damn, do you really want me to give a word? What kind of crow's mouth is this? ”

Mr. Sa couldn't laugh or cry.

But he couldn't resist, he could only feel and think.

He was all too familiar with taming beasts, but it was the first time he had been tamed.

He felt a tremendous pressure enveloping him, forcing him to submit.

But it didn't work.

Eli also noticed something unusual, and the green light on his paws gradually increased.

This also makes the layer of window paper between Mr. Sa and the tamed beast thinner and thinner......

burst

It's broken.

So Mr. Sa will too.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Damn, what you can learn with a little bit, why is it so much trouble here......

Mr. Sa directly began to start reverse taming.

"It's time for me to torture you, right?"

His green light was simply not an order of magnitude compared to the other party's.

However, the green one is blackened.

This is a ninth-level tame beast!

"Lao Tzu is a man who has been full of evidence of the three major forest hunting, unlocking 498 kinds of beast illustrated books, you can beat me in momentum!?"

The dark green glow was like a small but sharp chisel, chiseled firmly under Eli's sturdy walls of dignity.

It didn't feel anything for the time being, it just felt that the other party was noisy.

But, only temporarily.

(End of chapter)