Legacy Crystal of the Necromancer (2)

In fact, Drogo only heard a small portion of what the other party said and was completely stunned.

"I-I can't believe it, you can talk without moving your mouth..." said Drogo in amazement, startling the little girl. After understanding what Drogo meant, she explained with a hint of grievance, "I don't want to talk like this either, because it's really tiring. But if I don't do this, you won't understand what I'm saying at all, and I won't be able to understand what you're saying."

"Really? Can you try to speak normally?" Drogo was skeptical. Although he was only seventeen years old, he had already mastered more than ten languages. Even if he went to the native tribes in South Africa, he was confident that he could chat with them.

However, when the little girl really spoke, Drogo was immediately dumbfounded. The other party's voice was still very sweet, but he couldn't hear what she was saying at all. It was not any language he had ever heard before.

Moreover, after this comparison, Drogo realized the difference from before. The voice at this moment was ringing in his ears, causing a physical sensation in his eardrums. The words the little girl spoke to him before, with an extremely tempting voice, sounded like they were directly in his mind.

What was going on? Was this a special ability?

Drogo was dumbfounded. He blabbered for a long time before suddenly realizing that when he spoke, the feeling was also slightly different from before. It seemed like he hadn't moved his mouth before...

"Kiki."

The little girl covered her mouth and laughed like a blooming flower, and that wonderful feeling of directly penetrating the soul came again.

"I told you it wouldn't work. You don't believe it until now. Now you know. It wasn't just me just now. You were also talking to me directly using this. "

The little girl pointed to herself and then to Drogo, indicating the forehead of both parties.

"My goodness, it really is a special ability of telepathy! I've only heard of this ability between twins, or between two people who have a lifelong connection in love. Could it be that this little girl and I are a match made in heaven..."

Drogo guessed randomly in his mind, but he didn't say anything out loud. Such behavior was not elegant. Let the telepathy be telepathy. Drogo asked for some details.

The little girl was not very articulate, and it took a lot of effort to make Drogo understand what had happened.

It turned out that what Drogo saw when he fell was not an illusion. The guy who looked like he was sitting on a toilet was really a person, and he happened to be the one who brought the little girl here.

When Drogo asked where the man was now, the little girl's answer made Drogo's face twitch several times.

The little girl pointed to the scattered black bones around them. Drogo also struggled to see it clearly. In the distance, there was a round and winter-like sphere, which was clearly a head.

However, this head did not look like it belonged to a person who had just been smashed to death. The skin on it was withered, like salted fish that had been dried for several years, which made people feel nauseous.

Thinking of the bones around them, Drogo was puzzled. He had heard of people being smashed to death, but he had never heard of anyone being smashed to the point of decay in an instant. He did not know when he had acquired such ferocious abilities.

Regarding this, the little girl quickly gave an explanation. She said that the person who caught her looked like this when he caught her, and he was not smashed by Drogo. As for why this guy looked like this, the little girl did not explain, and Drogo did not ask.

He felt nauseous just looking at it, so he didn't have the mood to discuss it. The little girl chuckled, charming as ever. It completely baffled Drogo. How could such a young girl be more seductive than the protagonists in those romantic films...

Drogo quickly shook his head and drove the shameful comparison out of his mind.

"You said you live in the Silver Wing Valley. Why haven't I heard of this place? Is it a tourist destination?"

"What's tourism? I haven't heard of it. But it is indeed a holy land, and the only holy land of our fox tribe..."

The little girl's voice was soft and slow, and Drogo could hear her clearly.

But the more he listened, the more frightened he became. What did the little girl say? Her name was Elaine, and she lived in the Silver Wing Valley. Fox tribe? Holy land? And there was also the king of the fox tribe in the Silver Wing Valley, who was known as the strongest holy warrior silver fox in history. Elaine's mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was also the queen of the powerful fox king. And she herself was the princess of the fox tribe...

What was all this? Was this really a cartoon?

Drogo opened his mouth and almost stuck his tongue out, but he saw the expression on the little girl's face when she spoke. She looked so serious and sad, just like a lost little girl.

This inexplicably made Drogo feel that what the other party said was not fake...

"Can I touch it?" Drogo's left hand, still functional, pointed towards the soft tail that had wrapped around Elaine's front.

Elaine's face turned red. She hesitated for a moment, pursing her lips. But just as Drogo was about to give up, she nodded slightly and her face turned even redder.

At the same time, Drogo felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in his palm.

"If this tail is a cosplay prop, then its quality is definitely top-notch. But in such a gloomy place, how could a prop make Drogo feel so warm, and move too?"

Drogo instinctively applied force with his hand and pulled twice...

"Ah!"

Elaine opened her mouth and cried out, her body leaning towards Drogo.

Drogo could already feel the tearing pain with just a breath, but now with half of the little girl's body falling towards him, he had already twisted his face into a flower even before the impact.

However, the expected pain did not appear. The little girl held herself up with her hands just before she crashed into Drogo.

But where she supported herself was the only part of Drogo's body below his waist that was not injured.

Wrapped in that gentle embrace, Drogo felt a tingling electric current surge up from below, along his thighs, chest, and into his head. The faster reaction quickly spread back, and that part of his body that had not been injured swelled with pride.

"Ah!"

Elaine was startled again and called out, quickly releasing her grip, but her remaining right hand did not hold on...

With a thud, like a drumbeat, Drogo was really hurt this time. But he didn't even blink his eyes, because compared to the pain, what he saw in front of him took away all his attention.

Of course, as a top-level fashion designer and an elegant gentleman, he wouldn't look into the loose neckline of the other party, even though those buds were dazzling.

What Drogo noticed was the top of Elaine's head, where the two sharp orange points were not hairpins, but real ears...

"Uh, it really is a fox!"

This shock was not trivial. Even a big change of person magic could not be played like this. He thought the little girl was dressed up as a little fox girl, but who would have thought that she was a real fox girl - a fox girl little girl.

Reflexively, Drogo tried to sit up. But he forgot that his injuries did not allow such a big movement, and the intense pain caused him to lose his balance and fall again.

As he fell, Drogo's right hand touched something round, like a large glass ball. He did not see what it was, but Elaine did, and her face changed instantly.

"Ah, that looks like... Don't touch it!"

But it was too late for the little girl's exclamation. Before she could call out, Drogo had firmly grasped the glass ball.

And the glass ball suddenly turned into dark red smoke...