The alien lord: lost in fantasy land

After speaking, the old man jumped out directly, turned over a few times and came to the top of the city, spreading the profound energy along with the voice: "This strong man! Please wait a moment! I have a deal!"

Zhao Zihao immediately signaled the six-armed ghost saint to stop attacking. Looking at the little old man on the top of the city, Zhao Zihao smiled playfully: "You are the quasi-saint, right? What kind of deal?"

The old man curled his lips in embarrassment: "It's Xiao Ke. I am Hong Ninghai. Sir, I believe that when you summon the six-armed ghost saint, you must be summoning the perfect body, right? As far as I know, the perfect body must be summoned directly." Summon Vanaheim back, but you, judging from the current situation, shouldn’t be able to summon Vanaheim, right?”

Zhao Zihao looked at Hong Ninghai, touched his nose and said, "You have what I want, right?"

Hong Ninghai nodded: "Yes, summoning Vanaheim requires phaseless blood, and there is only one copy of this phaseless blood in the world. It's mine. Do you think this deal is suitable?"

Zhao Zihao trembled and said in a trembling voice: "You, you, what do you want?"

Hong Ninghai looked at Zhao Zihao's state and knew that he had made the right bet. Zhao Zihao was trying to summon Vanaheim to return. He also understands that Vanaheim's return would be catastrophic for the world. But at this time, he couldn't care much anymore, gritted his teeth and said: "My lord, all we want is for you to promise that from now on, no matter how powerful your power is, please ensure the safety of everyone in Red Flame City. .”

Zhao Zihao nodded: "Okay! I promise you! Bring it!"

Hong Ninghai smiled faintly: "Haha, you are too anxious. This is a soul contract. After you sign it, the blood of Wuxiang will be yours."

Zhao Zihao's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Hong Ninghai glanced at it and smiled: "Don't worry, the blood of Wuxiang is not on me, but after signing, I will let it appear immediately. But if I die now , I guarantee that you will never get the blood of phaseless blood."

Zhao Zihao stretched out his hand with a cold expression: "Bring me the contract."

Hong Ninghai respectfully handed the soul contract to Zhao Zihao. Zhao Zihao directly made a small opening with his hand, and a drop of blood flew onto the contract. Hong Ninghai also quickly dropped blood on the contract, and a burst of smoke-like light swept towards the sky.

Zhao Zihao felt it and found that his soul contract had taken effect, and he couldn't help but feel happy. He turned to look at Hong Ninghai and said calmly: "Now, where is the blood of Wuxiang?"

Hong Ninghai smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, there is one more thing that needs to be solved."

Zhao Zihao frowned and asked impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Hong Ninghai looked at Zhao Zihao and said seriously: "The contract just made is to ensure the safety of our Red Flame City. But there is one more thing, and I hope to get your help."

Zhao Zihao looked at Hong Ninghai doubtfully and said nothing.

Hong Ninghai took a deep breath and continued: "I hope that you can help us when we in Scarlet Flame City need it most. Of course, this help does not mean that you have to come in person, but I hope that you can come in person. When we encounter a crisis, use your power to provide some help."

Zhao Zihao was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I promise you."

When Hong Ninghai heard Zhao Zihao's answer, a delighted smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, sir! Then I will take you to get the blood of Wuxiang now."

After saying that, Hong Ninghai turned around and walked towards the city. Zhao Zihao followed him, thinking about the transaction just now, and sneered secretly in his heart, thinking, still help you? When Vanaheim comes, you can threaten any city and burn it to the ground without taking action yourself! However, Zhao Zihao didn't say much at this time.

Under the leadership of Hong Ninghai, Zhao Zihao came to a mysterious place. Here is an ancient altar, surrounded by an aura of decay. Hong Ninghai walked to the altar, clasped his hands together, and began to chant a spell.

As the mantra was chanted, a light began to appear on the altar. The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually forming a ball of light. Balls of light floated in the air.

Hong Ninghai stood up, walked to the ball of light, stretched out his hands, and held the ball of light in his hands. He nodded to Zhao Zihao: "This is the blood of Wuxiang."

Zhao Zihao looked at the ball of light in front of him, filled with anticipation. He stretched out his hand, preparing to collect the phaseless blood into his space ring.

Hong Ninghai quickly stopped Zhao Zihao: "Sir, no."

Zhao Zihao frowned: "What's wrong?"

Hong Ninghai smiled: "My lord, this object cannot leave the magic circle. It can only guarantee that it will not collapse for 3 days after leaving it. Therefore, I advise you to thoroughly prepare the magic circle for Vanaheim's return before taking this thing away."

Zhao Zihao pointed at Hong Ninghai with an angry look on his face: "You old guy! You did it on purpose, right?"

Hong Ninghai quickly bowed to the ground: "I don't dare, but don't worry, sir, I am the only one who can open the magic circle in this circle. Don't worry, sir."

Zhao Zihao looked at Hong Ninghai with a sincere face and didn't know what to say. He just said coldly: "You'd better not play any tricks! Watch the magic circle!" After saying that, Zhao Zihao turned around and jumped on the six-armed ghost saint's arm. shoulders and walked towards the outside of the city.

Watching Zhao Zihao walk away, the fire elf hiding in the basement dared to run out. Looking at Hong Ninghai wiping his sweat, he shook his head: "You can be considered as having exhausted all the agencies. But have you ever thought about it? If he really killed Wana Even if Heim is summoned and borrowed from others, he can also destroy you?"

Hong Ninghai sighed: "Oh! It can only be postponed for a while now. When the time comes, let him sign another contract and I will give him the blood of Wuxiang. Then I will do my best."

The fire elf shook his head: "No, come with me to the Fire Spirit Valley. At least you can escape for a while."

Hong Ninghai smiled bitterly: "This is my city. How can I be willing to let the citizens suffer?"

At this time, a security captain came over and raised his hand to Hong Ninghai: "City Lord! Brothers, what should you do now?"

Hong Ninghai looked at the city that had been damaged by one-fifth and said: "Tell everyone that everything is over. Quickly organize disaster relief and reconstruction. Rescue the wounded. Let the rich people in the city organize porridge." He turned back and glanced at the fire elf: "Lil Si, you go and help too, you will be responsible for organizing the doctor."

The fire elf Liers waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, I got it. I came to see my old friend but he still wants me to work. I hate it." After that, he went to the city to organize doctors to rescue the wounded.

Hong Ninghai looked at Liers's back and smiled, then looked outside the city and sighed: "Alas, the good days of Scarlet Flame City are coming to an end, I'm afraid."