"Angchi, angchi?"
The big elf was a little confused. Its body was a translucent grayish-yellow, and there was a small plant on its head. There were small white flowers on it, and there was a small oval fruit at its root — it looked like a potato.
Liszt used the telepathic contract to verify the sprite's thought process and understood what kind of sprite it was.
Indeed, as he saw, it was a sprite born from a potato-like plant.
If he was not mistaken, the plants it affected were very similar to the potatoes on Earth, which produced spherical tubers underground, commonly known as potatoes.
This was a potato sprite!
If the potatoes it produced also had the advantages of the potatoes on Earth, such as high yield, rich nutrition, and strong environmental adaptability, then it would definitely be an important source of food. The most important types of sprites were potions and grains, and the potato sprite had great potential.
"Little guy, you are safe now. From now on, follow me and enjoy life as an elf." Liszt sent a gentle thought to it.
After the potato sprite sensed it, it nodded unconsciously.
The rope broke, and the potato sprite flew onto Liszt's shoulder. It laughed freely, "Haha, Angchi, Angchi, Kronchi!"
Immediately after, Liszt began to contract lesser sprites and sprite worms.
There were not many sprites, eight lesser sprites and sixteen sprite worms. He contracted them one by one and then gathered them around him. When these sprites were captured by the moon killers, they took back their worm stalks, but did not contract them.
According to the research of the Magic Guild, the moon killers believed that once the contract was completed, the sprite worms would extract their blood essence.
Some ancient wizards even called lesser sprites freaks, believing that it was an inauspicious sign. As for greater sprites, most of the moon killers had never seen one in their lives.
Just when he contracted the sprite.
A group of ancient wizards, who had adapted to the invisible dragon's Dragon's Might, began to get up from the ground, raised their hands, and wanted to release magic to attack Liszt.
"Cassidor … Mosiros …"
However, before the Ancient Mage could cast a spell, Liszt had already turned around and slashed at the air with the Ice Soul Dragon Slaying Sword. A particularly large fiery red sword aura flew out. In the blink of an eye, the sword ray had already crossed ten meters and split an Ancient Mage in half.
There was no blood, only the smell of barbecued meat.
Twisting his body, Liszt slashed out with another fiery-red sword ray. Another Ancient Magician was cleaved in half by Liszt, and the smell of roasted meat wafted from the charred body.
After seven or eight sword strikes, the seven or eight ancient magicians were reduced to fifteen or sixteen ancient magicians with only half of their bodies lying on the ground.
He had killed the Ancient Magicians one after another, and he had done so with such ease.
All the ancient sorcerers, as well as some strong warriors who were trying their best to resist the Firebird, were quickly intimidated by the Firebird. The fiery-red sword aura destroyed their courage that had been scared out of their wits by the Firebird.
Seeing this, Liszt took out a notebook from his space ring.
Opening the notebook, he saw handwritten translations of the Language of the Moon – Serpentines. Each language had a special Serpentine phonetic symbol, and some commonly used Serpentines were also translated into the Language of the Moon and marked with phonetic symbols.
He quickly found the content he wanted, and then compared it with the Serpentine phonetic symbols, and read it aloud: "Soft, oh big!"
The meaning of this sentence was – surrender or die.
The Moonkiller natives trembled in the Firebird, and no one responded to Liszt's threat.
The Listener, who had been hit by the Firebird twice, had sobered up again. He pointed at Liszt and shouted: "Cassidor … Mosiros …"
Immediately after him, two more Ancient Mages pointed at Liszt: "Cassidor … Mosiros …"
They were still secretly condensing magic power, wanting to release magic to attack Liszt.
But Liszt operated the Magic Eyes at any time, and with two particularly large fiery red swords, he killed the two Ancient Mages. Seeing the elves being killed by these natives, a lot of hostility had accumulated in his heart, and he needed to kill people to vent it.
Only the Listener was not killed. Instead, Liszt walked to his side and slapped him in the face with the blade of the Ice Soul Dragon Slaying Sword, sending several teeth flying and half of his old face swollen like a buttocks.
Then he opened the notebook again, trying to translate what "Cassidor" and "Mosiros" meant.
Unfortunately, after searching for a while, he could not find the corresponding Language of the Moon.
In a fit of anger.
He shouted again: "Soft, oh big!"
After a moment of silence, an Ancient Mage finally took the lead and knelt on the ground, shouting: "Soft, oh big!" This was the meaning of surrender. With this Ancient Mage taking the lead, the remaining seventy or so Ancient Mages followed one by one, shouting: "Soft, oh big!"
But the Listener and the remaining seventeen Ancient Mages still shouted fiercely: "Cassidor … Mosiros …"
The result was that Liszt slashed three more Ancient Mages to death with his sword, and then threw a piece of rope to the Ancient Mage who took the lead in surrendering, signaling him to tie up the Listener and the fourteen stubborn Ancient Mages. They were tied together, and then tied into a dead knot, the rope woven with hemp rope was unbreakable.
Without resistance, the entire Moonkiller Tribe, under the loud shouts of the Ancient Mages, quickly surrendered to Liszt.
All the natives knelt down and kowtowed to him: "Soft, oh big!"
Liszt looked at the dense crowd of Moonkiller Tribe, which was a large tribe of about ten or twenty thousand people, and there were more than a hundred Ancient Mages alone.
He walked in front of the first Ancient Mage who surrendered, pointed at him, opened the notebook, and said: "Lesna!"
This was the meaning of the Listener.
Hearing this, the Ancient Mage was immediately overjoyed, crawled to the feet of Liszt, and kept kissing the tip of his silver-white metal boots.
Liszt pointed to the dense crowd of Moonkiller Tribe natives below, signaling the new Listener to forbid them from capturing elves. Anyone who dared to kill elves would be directly executed. Then he signaled the Listener to dismiss the Moonkiller Tribe, not to surround here, and to continue working.
He had no feelings for the Moonkiller Tribe's surrender, he just wanted to capture these people and make them serfs.
In this way, the Ancient Mages were killed, and the elves were contracted. Liszt began to study the broken statues worshiped by the Moonkiller Tribe. Of the six broken statues, only one was intact, and the other five were broken into pieces. One of them was originally half intact, but it was trampled to pieces by the invisible dragon.
As for the statue holding a weapon, the five broken statues had lost this part, and the only intact statue still had half a stone sword.
Liszt suddenly jumped onto the arm of the statue holding the sword, infused the Ice Soul Dragon Slaying Sword with dragon fighting energy, and slashed at the statue's wrist.
Suddenly, the wrist was broken.
The stone sword sculpture fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. One of the pieces suddenly bloomed with a brilliant light of Mana Retroaction. Liszt confirmed his guess — the stone scepter that sealed the Scepter of Time originated from one of the parts of this batch of sculptures.
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