Quick Wear: The Great Devil Gaga Kills

"My arm! Where is my arm? Why don't you heal it?" Fevans shouted in despair, his eyes wide open and tears welling up in his eyes. He attributed all his anger and dissatisfaction to the three elves, believing that they should be responsible for his experience.

The red elf sighed and explained, "It's not that we don't want to treat you, but your arm was gone when you drifted down the river from upstream. We don't have the magic to grow flesh and blood, so we can't make your arm grow back." There was a hint of helplessness and apology in her tone, but at the same time she was a little annoyed with Fevans' unreasonable behavior.

After hearing the red elf's explanation, Fevans was stunned. He could not accept this cruel reality. He shook his head and kept denying: "Impossible... How could it be possible... I don't believe it..." He felt that his world collapsed in an instant, and his originally bright future became dark.

"No, no, no! I don't want to be like this! I want to be a king and marry a beautiful princess. I can't become a cripple!" Fevans' voice was sharp and shrill, with endless pain and unwillingness. He couldn't imagine how he would face his future life after losing an arm.

There was a flash of despair in Fevans' eyes. He suddenly knelt down and begged the three elves: "Master Magician, please be kind and let my arm grow back! I am willing to pay any price! I just want my arm back! Please!" His tears fell like beads with broken string, which made people feel pity for him.

The three elves looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They wanted to help but couldn't. Finally, the red elf told him that if he wanted to grow a new hand, he had to give up fifteen years of his life in exchange. They would use ten years of Fefans' life as a medium to let him grow a new hand, but the price was that he might lose a finger or grow several more fingers.

"Really?" Hearing the red elf say yes, Fivens was so excited that he almost jumped up, "I am willing! Not to mention fifteen years, I am willing to spend twenty years. It doesn't matter how many fingers I can grow. As long as I can grow my hands, I can do it at any price."

Seeing that he was so impatient, the red elf did not let him down and immediately began to chant a spell and cast a forbidden technique. As she moved, a mysterious and powerful force surged from her hands and instantly enveloped Fivens' body.

Then, Fevans felt that his vitality was being drained away continuously, but he didn't care at all because he knew it was all worth it.

At the same time, the other two elves also cast magic and worked together with the red elf to inject their magic power into Fevans' body.

As time passed, about half an hour later, buds suddenly began to grow slowly from the empty broken arm of Fivens.

These buds kept squirming, gradually forming a brand new palm and five fingers. However, when the fingers were fully grown, Fevans was surprised to find that there were three more fingers on this hand, and each of them was strangely shaped.

Despite this, Fevans was still very excited, after all, his hand finally grew back. Looking at the deformed hand in front of him, he was filled with emotion.

He was going to be the king! How could he have such ugly hands! Thinking of this, he began to beg the three elves to cut off his three extra fingers. When the three elves heard this, they all showed impatient expressions. They had used up most of their magic power to save his life last night, and they had just repaired his arm. Now his body was very weak and there was no way they could use magic to help him. So, they all rejected Fivens' request.

Fevans knew that they were indeed unable to help him, but he did not have the courage to cut off those fingers himself. He could only look at them with resentful eyes again, hoping to get some help.

However, the three elves were already immune to his pitiful behavior and murmured in their hearts: "This man is so useless! Why does he need us to help him if he can't just cut off the fingers he grew himself?" The more they thought about it, the more annoyed they became and decided to ignore Phineas.

The three elves found an excuse without hesitation and quickly left the scene, leaving Pfeiffer alone to face this problem. Looking at their backs as they left, Pfeiffer felt extremely disappointed and angry. He didn't understand why they were unwilling to help him solve this small problem. Didn't they know how important this was to him? At this moment, his dissatisfaction with the three elves became stronger and stronger...

Fevans felt disgusted when he saw his extra finger, but he didn't know what to do. He had no choice but to pick up a knife and prepare to cut off the extra finger. However, when the knife got close to the finger, he couldn't do it. He thought to himself: "This is something growing on my body!" So he put down the knife hesitantly.

Fevans struggled for more than ten minutes, but still couldn't make up his mind. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the three elves had been gone for a long time and would definitely not come back. He thought to himself: "It seems that they are really unwilling to help me, and I can't expect others to solve my problem."

Finally, Fevans gritted his teeth and decided to do it himself. He took a piece of cloth and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it tightly, then raised the knife in his hand and slashed at the three extra fingers. When the knife chopped the first finger, the severe pain made him groan, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Pfeiffer endured the severe pain and swung the knife again, this time successfully cutting off the remaining two fingers. Although the pain was unbearable, he still insisted on bandaging the wound with a cloth strip. However, because the wound was too deep, blood continued to flow out of the wound and soon soaked the cloth strip. Pfeiffer felt dizzy and his eyes were blurred. Finally, he lost consciousness and fainted on the ground.

Fortunately, the three elves came back in time and found Pfeiffer lying on the ground, and quickly took him back to the castle. After returning to the castle, Pfeiffer recovered some strength, and he couldn't wait to show the huge wings to the king. The king was so excited after seeing such huge wings that he could hardly control himself, and immediately announced that Pfeiffer would become the next king and inherit all his wealth and beautiful princess.

However, the king died just a few days after announcing the news.

Pfeiffer officially became the king and married the princess. He was already handsome, and when he put on the new clothes and the crown, he exuded a noble aura, and even the princess beside him was extremely beautiful.