The Elf Guide is in my heart

"Oops!" Ning turned around in an instant. At the same time, he raised his hand. After receiving Ning's order, the Big Needle Bee and Gengar immediately prepared themselves for battle.

"I should leave quickly." Ning cursed himself for being stupid in his heart.

Although the Death Coffin does not care about the life or death of this strange trainer, it does not mean that Ning and others can really have no worries and be safe.

The Death Coffin is still there, and its owner could come back at any time.

God knows how "enthusiastic" and "kind" this trainer with the Level 86 Death Coffin will be towards the Coast Guardsmen who killed their subordinates.

However, after Ning returned, his brows became even tighter. The person coming was not one person, but two people.

A white-haired old man and a silver-haired woman, both dressed in white clothes, were looking at him with different expressions.

Ning, the white-haired old man, and the silver-haired woman briefly exchanged glances. In just a few seconds, Ning immediately obtained two extremely valuable pieces of information.

Two extremely valuable pieces of information made Ning choose to stay put for the time being, observe silently, and watch the changes in the current situation. These two pieces of information were:

First, there is no way that this death coffin is the spirit of these two people.

Although the white-haired old man matched his age, Ning's keenness and direct observation led him to believe that it was not the white-haired old man's elf.

We all say, "What kind of master will be the kind of elf, what kind of elf will be what kind of master."

By carefully observing the temperament and intuitive feeling of an elf, you can roughly guess what kind of person the trainer behind it is, or even what kind of person he is.

People can pretend and perform, but their spirits are definitely quite real in their natural state. This is the unchanging truth.

And how does this death coffin feel to people?

It can be summed up in a simple sentence, that is, "Looking at it, you shudder, looking at it, you feel like you are facing the netherworld."

Therefore, what kind of person is the owner of the Death Coffin?

You can tell by looking at his feet. A rough analysis shows that he must be a demon who has killed countless people. At the very least, he has no mercy for life.

It is a method of infiltration that puts people into the belly of the death coffin and slowly tortures them to death.

I believe that such a trainer will leave a rough image in everyone's mind.

But to be honest, Ning thinks this white-haired old man is quite successful, but it's unlikely.

Although the old man's overall temperament has a coldness that repels people from thousands of miles away, at the same time, it also gives people a gentle and elegant kindness.

Ning generally believes that the former may be due to the old man's superior temperament developed because he has been in a high position all year round, while the latter is the old man's peaceful and sincere intention to treat others. ..

And could such an old man be the owner of Death's coffin?

Ning felt that the possibility was extremely low. The death coffin and the white-haired old man, not to mention the elf and the master, even if they stood together, it would be full of contradiction.

This style of painting really doesn’t match.

What about the other silver-haired woman?

Ning felt that the possibility was also very low. That kind of beautiful silver hair was definitely not caused by age. Ning believed that it should be determined by the woman's own genes.

It should be noted again that this elven world is very different from Ning's previous life. Ning's black hair is a very rare and rare hair color.

The hair colors of humans in this world can be described as colorful and blooming in various ways.

Moreover, the woman was wearing a pure white dress. Her quiet temperament, elegant expression, and age of less than 30 made Ning think that she could not be the trainer of the Death Coffin.

Not only that, what interests Ning the most is the position of these two people, which is very intriguing.

The old man and the woman are separated by a certain distance. If they are from the same force, then this distance seems a bit too far.

In addition, the woman's position is slightly further back than the old man.

Combining various signs, Ning discovered that the current situation might not be so bad after all. The two of them were not trainers of the Death Coffin.

Killing his subordinates may not necessarily make the two hate him and then get rid of him.

The two people should come from different forces, and the possibility of alliance with each other is very high. Among them, the strength and status of the old man are obviously higher than that of the woman.

Apart from the two of them, what also made Ning sweatdrop was the fact that on the side of the ship, a huge and powerful Tyrannosaurus was lying quietly across the side.

"This is it." Ning's eyes were full of fear and worry.

There is no doubt that this is the elf of the silver-haired woman, and compared with all the other violent flying dragons that Ning has seen before, it is absolutely incomparable.

This Tyrannosaurus has nearly 10 various characteristics, and the effects of its characteristics are powerful and astonishing. In a word, this Tyrannosaurus is very powerful.

This also means that in front of this violent flying dragon, although Ning's elves can still restrain the suppression of the source of life and fight, they will still lose, or even be completely defeated.

"King Frost, it seems like your Tyrannosaurus scared this little coast guard." The old man in white smiled and looked at Ning with interest.

"The city lord is joking."

The silver-haired woman's voice is as gentle and moving as a wind chime, but she speaks very little, giving people the impression that she cherishes her words like gold. ..

"City Lord"

"King of Heaven"

Ning immediately grasped these two key pieces of information and was shocked inside. It seemed that his previous analysis was indeed correct.

There are indeed many forces that have passed through the interception network and have sneaked into the "dead sea" between the future city and the elven region.

And around this police ship, there are most likely a large number of ships carrying elf scientists from the future city.

Looking at Ning and Cynthia who were facing a formidable enemy, the white-haired old man smiled even more. He could clearly see everything that had just happened on the police ship.

The white-haired old man looked at the death coffin calmly, thinking a little, then looked at Ning again, and said;

"Little Coast Guard, do you know whose elf this is?"

"He was the top boss of the person you killed."

Faced with the white-haired old man's question, Ning fell into a brief silence, and then shook his head truthfully.

"Hahaha, this life is so scary, this life is so scary." The white-haired old man raised his hand gently, and suddenly, his hand emitted a soul-stirring cold light.

A simple sign suddenly appeared from the corpse of a strange trainer, and then slowly floated into the hand of the white-haired old man.

"This is it." Ning was surprised, but saw it clearly.

In fact, Ning had discovered this token a long time ago, but he really couldn't see what special functions and effects it had.

He just thought it was an identity token for the force he belonged to, and he didn't expect it to be of any use, so he threw it aside.

And although Ning missed the best opportunity to use the Soul Elf Illustration, Ning still saw a snow witch flashing past the old man's body.

The ability to retrieve objects from across the air is definitely not the old man's own ability, but the masterpiece of the ghost-type and ice-type Pokémon that resides in the old man's body.

But what shocked Ning even more was that no matter how hard his mind elf guide scanned the old man's body, the data of the snow witch that flashed past could not be ascertained at all.

Ning guessed that the Snow Demon Girl was most likely similar to his Gengar, either in another dimension, or blocked by something.

But no matter what, these two are trainers that Ning must not be hostile to at this stage.

"Ranked 921 on the Thousand List, eh, interesting, interesting." The white-haired old man read out the number behind the token.

Then, the old man in white waved his finger and slowly moved the token to Ning's body.

Ning said nothing because he didn't know what to say or what to do.

"Qianbang" Ning frowned. Why did he feel that he had vaguely heard this term somewhere?

"Oh, by the way, Thousand List, this is a list of trainers' strength unique to the world outside the area."

Ning immediately recalled the information about the distribution of forces outside the area that the special police officer had given him.

Ning stretched out his hand in confusion, and the token fell gently into his palm. He didn't understand why this strange old man gave him the token.

And Ning looked carefully at the number behind the token, 921. After listening to the white-haired old man's words, he understood that this was the strength ranking of the token owner.

The trainer who was killed by him ranked 921 on the "Thousand Rankings" in terms of strength. Well, Ning felt that this was really a bit low, and he was simply scratching his head.

But seeing that Ning looked disgusted, the white-haired old man smiled even more.

"King Frost, you were once a trainer from Qianbang. How about you help this little sea policeman solve his doubts?"

Facing the white-haired old man's request, the woman named "Shuang" felt a little puzzled, but she had no choice but to comply.

"Just follow the city lord's wishes."

Although the old man in front of him was not his direct superior, the Frost King had no ability to resist.

This is the rule outside the area. How much strength you have, what kind of status you have.

A person's words and deeds must match his own strength, otherwise it will lead to death.

The old man in front of him was the city lord of the ten ancient cities. His strength was second only to "Pluto", and some of the dark kings with top attributes were powerful beings that could surpass other city lords.

Shuang himself is only the Dark King, one of the "Hundred Heavenly Kings", and there is a big gap in strength between the two sides.

Shuang looked at this young coast guard. For someone who was born in the elven region and who could kill the trainer of "Thousand Lists", this was a face that was a little too young.

Before Shuang opened her mouth to explain, her eyes quickly scanned the elves on the ground.

A Western Lion and Siren fell to the ground on the verge of death, a Mary Luli was on the verge of death, an overbearing Giant Needle Bee, and a Gengar.

Well, Shuang's slender eyebrows wrinkled, and then she almost laughed out loud. Why is this Gengar so fat that it's almost rounded into a ball? It's so cute with its pouty mouth~, but it's such a glutton~.

But no matter what, these elves will have the ability to defeat the "Thousand List" trainers

Shuang himself was very skeptical about this, especially when he saw the shivering Western Lion Hairen and Mary Luli.

With a death coffin waiting silently and his own violent flying dragon, it's no wonder these two elves are so miserable.

Wait, Shuang suddenly realized that he had overlooked an extremely important thing.

Her soft gaze suddenly became as sharp as a sharp blade, staring at the Stingy Bee and Gengar.

Rao is a trainer who is ranked among the Hundred Heavenly Kings. She was also shocked at this moment.

That Sting Bee and Gengar, why can they still have the ability to move?

Not only is it his own Tyrannosaurus, but the most important thing is that there is a coffin here. Outside the Megatron Zone, there is the Death Coffin with countless evil names.

Not to mention Xishi Hairen and Mary Luli, even his own Tyrannosaurus was struggling to hold on to the suppression of the life source from the Death's coffin.

but why

The Sting Bee and Gengar can move freely and don't seem to be suppressed at all. They look more calm and composed than their own Tyrannosaurus.

Why is this?

"Don't tell me." Shuangbie looked back at the city lord with deep meaning.

"King Frost, there are so many talented people there, but it's not suitable for him. Just give me an advantage this time." The old man in white said with a smile.

"But Lord City Lord, once the empress blames me, I will." Shuang's face showed a look of embarrassment.

"King Frost, don't worry. I will make it clear to the empress and I will never embarrass you." The old man in white said firmly, revealing a hint of irresistible majesty.

"That's it, just as the city lord said."

"But what exactly did the old city lord see? Why did he insist on disobeying the Empress?" Shuang was frightened in her heart, and at the same time, she also kept the appearance of this coast guard firmly in her heart.

Thanks to book friend "Fengjian Yu" for the reward of 500 book coins. Thanks to book friend "The Embellishment of the Stars" for the reward of 588 book coins. Thanks to book friend "Zhao" for the reward of 688 book coins.

Thanks to the book friend "Shuang" in the book club group for providing the prototype of the Dark King, Frost King, one of the 100 Kings, which was slightly modified to meet the needs of the plot.

Some book friends are worried about whether letting characters set by others appear will affect the plot. Here I can safely tell book friends that it basically won’t, because the king is there, as long as the substitution is reasonable, this is also to let everyone When designing a character, try to abbreviate the important reasons for your personal experience, because it is easy to interchange~.

I have been typing on the keyboard continuously for the past few days, and my hands have begun to hurt~ It may be caused by my wrong sitting posture. .

It may be on the shelves tomorrow. The editor asked me if I would like to use v. I said no. After all, 70 free words are not many. You can read it as many people as you want. It doesn’t cost much anyway.

I don’t have much savings anymore. No one can update 10,000 yuan a day and still work part-time. If I want to continue writing, I have to put it on the shelf. Alas.