To deal with the plane arrival, Francis had to make sure that all his equipment had been perfect.
Not only the long spear in his hand but also the armor on his body.
After the enchantment, its defensive power and attack power would both be improved.
"Master, can we have a rest?"
When Francis was about to ask the blacksmith to help him, Winnie suddenly contacted him and said, "We are different from skeletons. We need to eat and rest..."
Francis paused for a second.
He had forgotten that the spirit of the dark elf was different from other creatures in the nether world.
They were strong, but at the same time, they needed to maintain the same lifestyle as when they were alive. They couldn't fight for a long time.
"Maybe it's because the spirit of the dark elf doesn't belong to the nether world, but comes from the mage continent. They were not getting used to it?" This was the most reasonable explanation Francis could think of.