fight elves

"We must not let them hurt my sister!" He Zhongyue raised her head and looked upstairs. Seeing that her sister had not come downstairs, she opened the door and walked out of the house.

When leaving the house, He Zhongyue locked the door behind her back.

Because of the storm, almost all the doors and windows of the rooms on each floor of the house were locked. Now, even the door on the first floor was locked. My sister should be safe for the time being.

At this moment, He Zhongyue was facing the elf alone. In the palm of his right hand, the purple and gold light shone brightly, and there were vaguely fragmented "0" and "1" symbols floating around.

The symbol blurred for a while, and He Zhongyue suddenly grabbed it with his right palm and held it unceremoniously.

"Zi!"

There was a flash of lightning, and a purple-gold rectangular machine less than the size of a palm slowly appeared in He Zhongyue's hand.

The appearance of the purple-gold machine caused the expressions of the elves hidden in the white mist to change. They lowered their heads in unison, and all of them became inexplicably shorter.

He Zhongyue squinted, held the purple-gold machine slightly, and quickly fell on the buttons on both sides of the square machine, observing intently.

There are one square blue button and one red button, distributed on both sides of the machine. The material looks like rubber and feels good in the hand.

In the upper right corner of the back of the machine, there is a small glass hole similar to a mobile phone camera.

He Zhongyue lowered his head, and the gray and white screen of the purple-gold rectangular machine suddenly lit up when he pressed the red button on the side of the machine.

Countless Arabic letters and other unknown symbols were jumping on the screen. Seeing this, He Zhongyue narrowed her eyes slightly, still wondering what to do if she couldn't understand the content. The machine seemed to see through his mind, and the screen faintly emitted a strange colorful light. Finally, the fonts on the screen were almost instantly converted into Chinese, the official language of Han.

He Zhongyue was stunned, squinting his eyes and looking repeatedly at the purple-gold rectangular machine casing, but could not find the manufacturer's logo printed on it.

Frowning, He Zhongyue had many doubts that needed to be answered.

Feeling that the elves behind the white mist seemed to be afraid of the purple-gold machine and did not dare to step forward at all, He Zhongyue sat down cross-legged with a relaxed expression.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

The screen of the rectangular purple-gold machine was constantly vibrating. He Zhongyue reached out and rubbed the machine's shell, feeling the cold texture of the machine with her fingertips.

"I always feel that things are getting weird. These elves seem to be different from the elves I met two years ago who killed people on sight." He Zhongyue's long brown hair was like a mellow and melodious melody in the white mist. Flying, the slender fingers ran through the smooth hair.

Playing with the purple-gold rectangular machine, He Zhongyue showed a hint of interest in his eyes.

Machine, He Zhongyue will call it Purple Gold Brick for now.

The screen of Zijin Brick looks like a touch screen, with a total of eight columns of options pulled down from the top to the end.

"figure"

"information"

"scanning"

"Manual search"

"Battle Mode"

"B-termination of evolution"

"Connection Exchange"

"..."

The last column was a row of ellipses. He Zhongyue glanced at it without clicking on the last column. His eyes mainly fell on the first four columns.

"Character" is probably a character card. The machine digitizes He Zhongyue's physical fitness through some means.

He Zhongyue had such a guess in her heart. She originally wanted to click on this column first to see how she was positioned in the eyes of the person who developed this machine.

But the fact that the machine screen was still vibrating made him frown.

In the "Message" column below the characters, the font color is red, which is incompatible with the white fonts in the other columns.

He Zhongyue clicked on the "News" column, and it turned out that he was right.

The moment he clicked on the message bar, the vibration of the purple-gold tile screen suddenly stopped, just like the filament in a light bulb that was originally emitting light suddenly burned out.

He Zhongyue smacked his lips. After clicking on the message bar, two lines of words appeared:

"Notification Bar"

"Friends"

In the upper right corner is a "ten" symbol, which looks a bit like "add".

Ignoring "Friends" and the "ten" symbol in the upper right corner, He Zhongyue clicked on the red "Notification Bar" again.

Then, rows of notification messages with bright red fonts suddenly popped up, instantly filling the purple-gold tiled screen.

"The wild elf Charmander asks you to place a restraining spell on it and become its trainer."

On the right side of the message, there is a red check mark for agreement and a blue cross mark for rejection.

"The wild elf baby dragon asks you to place a restraining spell on it and become its trainer."

"Restraint spell? Trainer?" He Zhongyue stared at the screen for a while, without any expression of excitement on his face.

The so-called "trainer" is a profession that commands elves to fight.

From the strange aura incident two years ago, He Zhongyue deduced that these embodied elves, in most cases, improve their levels and abilities by defeating other elves and absorbing their data to gain experience.

Becoming the trainer of an elf means that He Zhongyue has to take that elf everywhere to find other embodied elves to fight against.

After experiencing the strange aura incident two years ago, He Zhongyue knew very well that the elves had obvious levels of strength before.

A powerful elf can easily take out other weak elf as well as humans near it.

Trainers are humans too.

As for the "restraint spell", this was the first time He Zhongyue had heard of it. This title sounded like it was to restrain the elves and protect the personal safety of the trainer.

The messages on the notification bar were still flashing, and various elves seemed to be rushing through the machine to send invitations to He Zhongyue.

"The wild elf fire chick asks you to cast a restraining spell on it and become its trainer."

"The wild elf Snow Boy asks you to cast a restraining spell on it and become its trainer."

"The wild elf Curly Ear asks you to cast a restraining spell on it and become its trainer."

"The wild elf Magikarp asks you to cast a restraining spell on it and become its trainer."

……

"It's a bit strange. I didn't see the elf in the white mist carrying a similar machine, but I kept getting messages on the notification bar. Isn't it an invitation sent to me by the elf in the white mist?" He Zhongyue got up. Stretching, grinning, he smiled at the elf in the white mist, and at the same time shook the purple-gold tile in his hand.

The elves in the white mist did not approach, they could only barely poke their heads out.

However, when they saw He Zhongyue shaking purple and gold tiles casually in his hand, the pious expressions on the elves' faces began to loosen.

"puff!"

The elves in the white mist leaned down and raised their heads one after another, with flattering smirks gradually appearing on their faces.

Some elves even stuck out their tongues and wagged their tails happily like begging.

"Well, it seems they are the ones who sent the message." He Zhongyue compared the elves whose faces he could see clearly in the white mist with the types of elves on the notification board, and found that they were roughly consistent, and he suddenly knew something about it, " I don’t know what power this machine has that can make so many elves covet it.”

He Zhongyue played with the purple and gold tiles in his hand with a smile, tilted his head and thought about it.

At this moment, he had already come out of his previous nervous state.

It seems that the elves dare not approach the door that He Zhongyue is guarding, so the life of the sister in the room should not be in danger.

"You are mistaken. It is not this machine that they covet, but you."

A cold word seemed to suddenly explode in He Zhongyue's mind, and the pride overflowing in the words was amplified to the extreme in the empty courtyard outside the door, "Currently, you are the first person in this world who can be called a trainee Human beings who are trainers. Elves seek powerful trainers in order to become stronger, and I am the best among elves. If you don’t want to become a dead soul under my fist, just obey my orders obediently. Let me super evolve, let me Become stronger and become my trainer!"

Even without seeing the source of the sound, He Zhongyue could feel the unconcealed arrogance in its vocal cords.

He Zhongyue also clearly sensed the contempt for human beings deep in the other party's heart.

"?", He Zhongyue leaned forward slightly, her squinted eyes vaguely showing a hint of interest.

Judging from the content of the words, the person who said such arrogant words should be an elf.

Then, this ability to make one's words directly explode in other people's minds may be the special ability of some elves - telepathy.

Telepathy is the ability to communicate with other living beings without using the mouth and directly ignoring space.

Even among all elves, individuals with similar abilities are rare.

So, who is this arrogant elf with telepathic abilities?

At this time, the white mist that had been approaching had new changes.