Vinegar yourself every day [Quick Transmigration]

Wei Ye let out a soft "ah", "You don't need to apologize."

"You haven't hurt me until now, and you even saved my life." He smiled lightly, "I remember it all."

Necromancers seldom smile, this one pursing of lips is like melting ice and snow, making one's heart melt, but Elvis couldn't help but feel sad.

In fact, as early as when he helped him out of trouble, the favor had already been paid off, but he kept it in his heart.

Even if he has been hurt, as long as someone gives him a little warmth, he will return it with sincerity.

Elvis gently stroked his smooth, watery hair, and said in a low voice, "You don't have to remember, that's what I should do. I... I will treat you better in the future."

Well, rustic and simple, without any pretense, it sounds sweeter instead.

Wei Ye tilted his head, expressing doubts, "How are you going to treat me?"

Elvis was momentarily questioned, he wanted to say that he would vindicate the Dark Mage, but so far he hadn't done anything, it sounded like he was just talking big.

The Holy Son, who has been practicing for many years, asked strangely and almost clumsily: "What do you want? I will give it to you."

Wei Ye didn't show any false politeness at all, his eyes lit up, and he immediately made a request: "I want the keel!"

The last time I was one step short of getting it, the result was cut off by Elvis.

Elvis just wanted to respond to his request at this time, but he was stumped by this request. He said angrily: "Sorry, the keel is in my previous space ring, but that space ring..." was taken away by the dark elves up.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Wei Ye stuffed the familiar space ring into his hand, and he said, "I got it back for you."

Understatement, never mentioning his contribution for this.

Elvis' eyes flickered, and his fingers curled up to hold the ring in his palm.Thousands of words were stuck in my throat for a while, and finally only one sentence: "The keel is given to you, you can do whatever you want."

The necromancer was not greedy, as long as he wanted the bone dragon he was thinking of, he couldn't wait to contract it, and happily set off again, until he saw the figure on the ground and remembered that he still had a partner trapped here.

Elvis frowned and said, "I can feel that the power here is very strong. Could it be related to the God of Darkness?"

Wei Ye didn't say much, although the two can get along harmoniously now, but after all, the God of Darkness is still the opposite of the Holy Son's belief.He only said: "There should be artifact fragments here."

Elvis has read a lot of history books, and immediately thought of the key point, he said: "It must be the Bow of Delusion!"

Rumor has it that the Bow of Delusion has the ability to confuse people's hearts. The arrows made of magic power can create illusions, but within its attack range, one will unknowingly lose one's soul in the dream.

Wei Ye nodded and praised him: "You know a lot." As a member of the dark camp, Azman told him.

Elvis gave a slight "hmm" in embarrassment.

While speaking, Wei Ye had quickly checked Eugene who was unconscious on the ground, and he did not fall into the hallucination, or he had already broken free from the hallucination by himself.

Dangerous Ye himself is a senior fast traveler, both in terms of mental toughness and strong mental power are far beyond ordinary people, so he is extremely resistant to illusions.In fact, he was able to break through the illusion just now, but he just deliberately controlled it.But Eugene was able to leave so quickly, which surprised him a little.

"Eugene?" He patted Eugene's face lightly, "How are you?"

Eugene's eyes were closed tightly, and the eyeballs rolled restlessly under the eyelids, as if mentally unstable.Elvis checked him at Ukino's request and performed a healing technique.

But Eugene still didn't wake up, and Okino looked at him for help, and Elvis comforted him: "He was probably too impatient and injured when he escaped from the illusion. This kind of damage directly affects the soul, so he hasn't woken up yet. I The healing technique has no effect on soul injuries, but the temple has medicine, you don't have to worry, I will help you after I go out."

Just as Wei Ye was about to thank him, he heard Eugene whisper in a coma: "Simon..." He turned to look at him, squeezed his fingers, and said, "I'm here."

As if Eugene heard it, his eyes no longer moved around, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

There was an inseparable close atmosphere between the two, Elvis understood that the two had known each other earlier than himself, and their relationship might be unusual, but watching this scene, he felt empty in his arms for some reason.

When he fell, Nord, who was driving, was thrown out, and the three people in the carriage fell into the same area with the carriage.There were still fragments of the carriage around, and after following the traces, they soon found Azman again.

His slender figure was leaning against the stone wall, with a trace of blood on his lips.

Elvis' arms sank, Okino pushed Eugene onto him, "Take care of me, thank you."

Elvis looked down, "..."

As if there was nothing to take care of, the orc was very strong.

Wei Ye entered Azman's illusion.In fact, compared to the wandering Eugene, he originally thought that Azman would come out first. After all, the other party was in a high position and loved by his tribe, and he seemed to do whatever he wanted.

But he froze as soon as he entered.

In front of him was a arena. On the battle platform surrounded by thorn fences, the elegant and dignified Dark Elf King in his memory was drenched in blood.

Opposite him was a two-meter-tall werewolf, and the tall shadow shrouded Azman, who was powerlessly kneeling on one knee. "Tear him apart! Eat him up!" Excited cheers came from the audience stands in all directions.

Wei Ye stared blankly at his blood-stained cheek, "Why is it so miserable?"

001 reminded: "You can't touch him now."

His hand went through, Wei Ye withdrew his hand, "That's right."

He watched from the sidelines for a while, and the werewolf rushed towards Azman fiercely. Azman rolled to the side to avoid it, and pierced the opponent's heart with a backhand blow.The huge figure fell to the ground with a crash, and the audience booed.

A small door opened in the fence, Azman wiped the blood from his lips, stood up unsteadily, and stepped into the dark passage.Wei Ye drifted over to follow, and found that this was an underground arena, many gladiators were forced to be locked up here, the dark and cramped cells were cold and damp.

He even saw a mouse crawl across Azman's instep and be crushed to death by his deadpan hands.

...Is this Azman who takes a shower after training Pegasus? !

Wei Ye just watched him play game after game, defeating stronger and stronger opponents one after another, adding new injuries to old injuries.The Dark Elf King seems to be still in his youth at this time, his outline is more delicate and delicate, and his body is particularly thin due to malnutrition.

I don't know how long it took, the long picture was dark and covered with blood, until one day the arena caught fire, and he escaped in the chaos.

I thought I was going to enter the next episode, but when the screen changed, I returned to the underground arena.The young Azman had just been sold in, and his whole body was tense standing in the dark cell, and he felt sick even sitting down.

The first time he fought, he was carried back and thrown on the dirty mud.This was probably the darkest elf king's most unbearable experience. Being trampled, threatened, and becoming a beast to be watched by others, he fought repeatedly like this, unable to escape when his strength was insufficient, and gradually became numb.

How many times has this been repeated?Wei Ye frowned, if he couldn't get rid of the confusion in his mind, Azman would be trapped here and repeat the nightmare until he died of exhaustion.

Roll up your sleeves, it's time for the necromancer to play.He is very good at soul magic.

Returning from another death fight, the scarred Azman propped his body against the wall, exhausted and unable to control the filth around him.

The lizard man in the opposite cell laughed and mocked, "What's the matter, don't be particular? I said earlier that this is not a place for a brat like you. For a person like you, dying early is a gift from God!"

If it was in the past, Azman would have already answered back, but now he just lowered his eyes and ignored the other party, saving wasted effort.

Suddenly, a cry sounded not far away, and a dark bird appeared on the narrow window on the wall.

"The crow?" Azman glanced at it in disgust, but he didn't grab the living thing and tear it apart like other gladiators, but turned his head away.

Unexpectedly, the crow jumped a few times at the window, then suddenly flew down and landed on top of his head.

He squatted unceremoniously, using his messy white hair as a nest.

Azman: "..."

With a wave of his hand, "Get out!" Only a feather was hit, and the crow nimbly dodged it, yelling at him twice and flew away.

Azman didn't pay attention to this little episode, the constant life-and-death battle had consumed all his leisure.However, the next day the bird came again, grabbed a lock of his hair while he was not paying attention, flew back to the window before he caught it, and stuck the white hair on itself in front of his face.

Azman was so annoyed, "Do you think that if you put a white hair, you will not be black?"

The window is only the size of two palms, casting the faint light from outside.The crow gave him two "wow" and flew away with the spoils.

A crow can come and go here freely, and Azman somehow felt that he was being mocked by a bird.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day... This black crow is very fond of his white hair. It either wants to cuddle or poke it away. It is also so clever that it only picks out those who have just been injured and have no strength after beating him. Sometimes, run away after the harassment, so that he can't catch it even if he wants to.

Azman was aroused, and was actually aroused. When his hair was plucked again, he suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed its wings with his backhand.

"Little thing." He laughed, catching a bird made him more happy than winning the battle, "Fly again, didn't you fall into my hands?"

He curled his lips and rubbed, as if he was about to get angry these days, rubbing and rubbing, he couldn't help laughing again, "Your color scheme really resembles mine."

This was the first time he laughed again, and finally held its wings to discuss, "I let you go, you bring me a fruit, do you want to make a deal?"

The crow actually understood what he said, nodded his head, and brought the fruit back after a while.

The nature of the elves is close to nature, and the fresh fruity aroma made Azman reluctant to swallow it for a long time.

From that day on, he started a deal with the crow, which brought him food, and he only had to pay for a strand of hair.

"I won't be the first bald elf." Azman couldn't help muttering.

Probably because he hasn't talked to anyone for a long time, he talked to the bird alone, "I want to go out, but after thinking about it, I don't think it's fun to go out."

"Sell me in, and Harth's throne should be secure." Azman was abandoned by his own brother, "He has always been timid and only wants to secure the throne, no matter how many dark elves are persecuted , refused to accept my suggestion...the dark elves outside can only hide in places, and some are treated as slaves, in fact, they are more aggrieved than here."

Looking at the little thing with its head tilted and listening to him quietly, he held it in his palm and rubbed it with a smile, "Anyway, with you by my side, I'm doing well here."

However, gradually, he looked at the crows coming and going, and his gaze at the bright light in the window became deeper and deeper, and finally one day his words became: "If I can get out, I will kill Hals and save him. All the dark elves who are being bullied. Train them and let everyone have the courage to resist..."

"Well, you can turn against the dwarves and cooperate with them. You don't know, the dwarves used to believe in the dark gods, but they were forced to change their beliefs because they were afraid of being wiped out, but they must be upset."

"The most important thing is that they also hate the light elves..."

His eyes gradually deepened.

This time, the fire in the arena was lit by Azman himself.

Countless gladiators fled with him, and the scene was chaotic. He turned his head several times and tried to find the little thing, but he didn't see the soaring figure.

The duel field was left behind, and when he reached a wild road, Azman's running steps stopped suddenly.

The black bird that was supposed to be waiting for him here was being captured by the lizardman, its black feathers were messy, and it had lost its vitality.

The Lizardman was once defeated by him, so he was severely punished. He held a grudge all the time, and shook the bird carcass in his hand triumphantly, "I see this bird through the railing every day, and it looks really smooth at close range."

Azman's eyes were instantly bloodshot.

When he came back to his senses, the Lizardman had been tightly strangled. The last time he fought, he relied on clever tricks to win. This time, the Lizardman with hard leather armor was smashed to pieces.

Azman panted heavily, tremblingly opened the lizard man's fingers, and when he picked up the bird carcass, he suddenly froze——

This crow is all black.

From the treetops, a familiar cry suddenly sounded.Azman looked up and saw the crow with white feathers standing on top of his head, looking at him with its head tilted, as if wondering why his eyes were so bad.

The moment he stood up and grabbed the little thing in his hands, Azman woke up suddenly. In reality, he threw Wei Ye under him.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyeballs hurt from the sting.The chaotic thinking gradually became clear, and Azman remembered that he had already killed Hals, ascended the throne, and rescued his people...

The experience of the illusion gradually covered the shadowy memory, as if he really got the courage from a crow when he was the most cowardly.

And the black-robed mage who was pressed under him in front of him gradually overlapped with the black shadow that affected his mood.

"Are you awake?" Wei Ye looked at his face, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

After changing his expression for a moment, Azman suddenly sank and hugged him tightly.

Their bodies pressed against each other, Wei Ye wanted to move but couldn't, and motioned to him, "You are very heavy."

"I'm tired." Azman said with a low voice and a smile, "Let me lean on."

This is not relying on it, but whether it is good or not.

But with the friendship in battle, Wei Ye didn't push him away.

At this time, the Dark Elf King should be stable and mature, but he has become aggressive. He rested his chin on the neck of the man in his arms, and rubbed the silky long hair and soft cheeks, just like rubbing the one held in the palm of his hand. little crow.

The scorching breath hit the ear, and the itching spread from the pinna to the tailbone. Wei Ye couldn't help asking: "Have you rested? My ears are itchy."

"You can take revenge on me." The man's lazy tone seemed to melt on him, "You can touch my ear, and compare it, is it easier to touch than that half-orc's?"

Dangerous:?

He demanded: "How do you know, how can you overhear me talking to Eugene?"

Azman said with a smile: "I didn't do it on purpose, it was the message from those trees. Who told you to mention my name?"

It was like discussing in secret that someone else was caught, and the necromancer, who always had something to say, was a little guilty for the first time.

"Huh?" Azman deliberately rubbed his ear tip against his, "Don't you touch it?"

Wei Ye didn't move, but felt the breath move from his ears to his lips, the slow feeling almost aroused the fur on his face, Azman's voice was lower, "If you don't move, I'm going to move."

"What are you moving?"

When he was puzzled, he tilted his head, which was no different from the movement of the little crow in his dream.Azman chuckled, lovingly touching the nose of the ignorant and quiet Necromancer, "He said I bullied you and scolded me—if I really didn't do anything, wouldn't I be scolded for nothing? gone?"

Before Wei Ye could open his mouth, his lips were suddenly held, and he tasted it carefully.Azman licked his palate, and when Wei Ye woke up from his daze and pushed him, the dignified dark elf king opened his eyes and said nonsense, "This is the way of the dark elves to express their gratitude, thank you for waking me up .”

Dano: "..."

Azman, you big-eyed elf, you actually lied to such a simple man, won't your heart hurt!

In his mind, 001 scolded two bad words and couldn't help being furious, "Old rascal!"

The old hooligan pressed his host and did not move. At this moment, Elvis had just returned from exploring the way, and his shocked voice came from not far away, "What are you doing?!"

The author has something to say:

001: Old rascal!

Dark Elf King: Laugh (accept with pleasure)