Chapter 2363 Nightingale (Ⅱ) (Plus More)

Chapter 112 Nightingale (Ⅱ)

With a hint of curiosity, Joan activated the "Advanced Internal Vision" to check the attributes and special abilities of this seventh-level "Mythical Elder of Wind Element".

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Reconnaissance target: giant mythical wind element elder "Nightingale" (elemental subspecies, mythical subspecies)

Life Level: Level 25

Mythical rank: 7th rank

Attributes: Strength 30, Dexterity 40, Constitution 25, Intelligence 17, Wisdom 18, Charisma 26

Special abilities: elemental biological characteristics, blindsight 300 feet, telepathy 300 feet, sky familiarity (advantage in air combat), damage reduction 5 energy levels/legendary; 7th-level mythic power (17 times/day)

Special attack: 700-foot wind blade (long-range touch attack, causing 7-level force field damage), mythic possession (spend 1 "mythical power", turn into air currents and penetrate into the body of a designated creature within the field of vision, controlling its body) , whirlwind form (it turns itself into a whirlwind, the destructive power is like the 8th level "whirlwind", without time limit), spells (casting level 25; at will - 2nd level "Creating Wind", 5th level "Advanced Wind Wall" , 5th level "control the wind"; 3 times per day—7th level "greater teleportation", 7th level "planetary teleportation", 8th level "whirlwind"), mythic spell (mythic whirlwind)

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Since Joan has mastered Nightingale's "real name", when using "advanced internal vision" to conduct investigations, he can fully see the details of the other party, just like casting a spell to check his own state.

At this time, Nightingale also noticed that someone was peeping at him, and looked down at Joan. The expression in his eyes changed from displeasure to doubt, and then he sent a question to him telepathically.

"The little guy who called me here, are you a student of Old Man Vavrunier?"

Joan considered it for two seconds, nodded and said, "That's right."

He inherited Vavrunil's legacy and will, and it is reasonable to count him as the descendant of the cloud giant archmage.

"Why didn't Old Man Vavrunil show his face? Is he dead?" The mythical wind element elder continued to inquire.

Joan nodded honestly.

"Then you are my new employer?"

Nightingale asked with a half-smile.

Knowing that the great master cloud giant was no longer alive, she seemed secretly relieved.

Joan nodded again, looking honest and honest.

Nightingale chuckled, folded her arms across her chest, and her attitude towards Joan was obviously a little more frivolous.

"Little guy, show me your strength. If you are not strong enough, big sister, I won't cooperate with you!"

What do you mean?

underestimate me?

Joan frowned, held back his anger and opened the storage bag, took out the "demon collection bottle" from it, and silently lifted it up in front of Nightingale.

He knew Nightingale's real name, and when he called out the other party's real name when he activated the "Binding Dafa" attached to the "Demon Containing Bottle", Nightingale had no chance to resist, and would be directly sucked into the bottle and sealed. It is definitely a hundred times more difficult than merging into a golem.

Nightingale stared at the small copper vase in the hands of the young mage, seemed to have seen the way, and immediately showed strong fear in his eyes, forced a few dry laughs, put on a flattering face,

"Ah! It suddenly occurred to me that you know my real name, little mage, put down that nasty little bottle! You don't need to prove anything to me, my intuition tells me that we can become close partners!"

"Coincidentally, I had the same intuition."

Joan smiled sarcastically, put the "demon collection bottle" back into the storage bag, and then told Nightingale the truth about her plan.

"You called me here just to let me infuse the soul into your golem? Really, why are you mages so boring? You know how to toss and toss constructs all day long, and you can't wait to treat those tin toys as lovers. Don't you feel boring? Is it?" Nightingale resentfully complained.

"You seem to have a lot of resentment, have you had a similar experience before?" Joan inquired casually.

"That's right! During my short 30,000 years of youth—by the way, I am still a young girl, and I have been called by spellcasters no less than ten times, four of which were one-time transactions. Killing enemies and the like is easy to accomplish, and the rest of the times I let the various constructs I made for them act as spirits, and once the contract is signed, it will last for thousands of years, which is simply boring!"

Nightingale sighed, then complained.

"Anyway, I don't have much to do in the wind element world, and it's not bad to experience the life of a construct once in a while, but there are two things that make me feel particularly ridiculous, even unbearable, little mage, do you know what they are? "

"My name is Joan, you can call me by my first name, and frankly speaking, I'm not very interested in what you said."

Joan noticed that this Ms. Nightingale seemed to have a very serious "talkative" attribute, and this was precisely the type he was not good at dealing with, so she felt that it would be better to get rid of her talkativeness as soon as possible.

However, the other party obviously did not want him to do so.

"What do you mean 'not interested'? Ah? Why are you so boring? The brass dragon praised me for being eloquent and funny. Why are you not interested! Do you still want to cooperate with me?"

"You mentioned the brass dragon, which shows that my premonition has unfortunately been verified..." Joan sighed, "Forget it, just say what you want, I'll just listen."

"That's the right attitude, what did I say just now?" the chatty lady asked suddenly.

"When it comes to spellcasters who try to make you a construct, there are two things that are ridiculous."

Joan recalled.

"Not bad! You remember very clearly, which shows that you listened carefully to what I said just now, which in turn shows that you are very interested in what I said, but you just said no, which shows that you are an arrogant guy!"

Nightingale laughed triumphantly.

Joan shrugged and decided to give up the treatment and just do as she pleased.

"Those spellcasters often ask me to serve them for thousands of years. A thousand years is just a short time for me. However, it is rare for those spellcasters to live for a century, and they all died before I completed the contract. , isn't that ridiculous?"

Joan nodded: "You mean that we human spellcasters don't have any clues in our hearts, is that what you mean?"

"That's right! Little mage, you won't make the same mistake, will you?"

"Anyway, you have already come into contact with too many arcane spellcasters who feel good about themselves, and I am not one behind. As for our contract... let's sign for 1000 years first." Joan said lightly.

"Hey! Why are you like this!" Nightingale was anxious, "Little mage, are you sure you can live for as long as 1,000 years?"

The fourth update is completed today, and the fifth update will be tomorrow!

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