Chapter 165

"So that's it." Mo Fan suddenly realized why the little snow monster in front of him was so different.

Not only is he extremely talented, but he is also so arrogant. It's no wonder that he is a prince.

Speaking of this, it's really miserable. As expected, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Heroes and trash are everywhere.

In the Warcraft tribe, interest exchanges and personal connections also exist. Once a traitor appears in the tribe, it is indeed possible to push the entire tribe into the abyss. Compared with those ancient foolish and mediocre kings, it can't be said that they are almost the same, but they can be said to be exactly the same.

Of course, we have to admit that those mechanical beast masters are really capable. They can even think of this way to expand their power.

Talking about cooperation with the leader of the Warcraft tribe, letting the leader hand over his own people for mechanical transformation, just to increase the strength of the tribe. This kind of trick, even Mo Fan can't help but accept it.

"As long as you can give me strength, I don't ask for much. I can help the tribe get back on track and choose a wise and intelligent leader. As long as I can do this, I can be your beastmaster for life." The little snow monster stared at Mo Fan, expectantly and nervously waiting for his answer.

"In fact, through those guys before, you should also understand the ability I have. But to show my sincerity, I am willing to make you a promise."

Mo Fan said, stretched out a hand and gestured. "I will make you evolve to the legendary quality within half a month. Break through the king level within a month, and reach the peak of the king level within three months, and even enter the emperor level."

"As long as you feel that you are strong enough, you can ask at any time. I will take other partners with you to revenge and help you fulfill your wish."

"Really, can you really do this? Let me evolve within half a month, and let me reach the peak of the king level or even the emperor level in three months? If you can really do it, then there is nothing to say. Even if one day you use me as cannon fodder and let me die, I will be willing."

Mo Fan made the promise very easily, but the little snow monster was shocked when he heard it.

As a prince of a tribe, although he is young, he has a high vision. He knows very well how amazing the promise made by Mo Fan is.

According to the human in front of him, wouldn't he be able to have the strength of his father in just three months? Oh, no, it's stronger than his father.

After all, his father died just like him, only epic quality. But Mo Fan promised to make him a legendary king-level peak ice snow monster within three months.

Is this really possible? That was a level that his father had tried for many years but still failed to reach. The human in front of him said that he only needed three months. Was he sure he was not joking?

Mo Fan naturally saw the doubt of the little snow monster. He also knew how amazing his promise was.

Apart from him, there should be no other traditional beastmaster in the world who dared to make such a promise.

But since he dared to say it, he could do it. Especially the different space of the endless maze was about to open. Mo Fan, who had a perfect clearance strategy, was confident enough to make a fortune there.

By then, with sufficient resources, it would not be difficult to make the little snow monster a king-level peak or even a royal-level breakthrough within three months.

"Are you willing to believe me?" Without avoiding the little snow monster's scrutiny, Mo Fan looked into the scarlet eyes calmly, and then slowly stretched out his hand.

After hesitating for a long time, the little snow monster finally stretched out his black palm with white hair and held Mo Fan's hand.

Then, he looked at Mo Fan and threatened in the most ferocious tone possible: "Remember, if you dare to lie to me, even if I risk violating the contract and suffering the risk of soul backlash, I will kill you as the master and take you with me to perish together."

"You haven't even signed the contract yet, and you dare to threaten the future master like this? Only I dare to want a beastmaster like you. Monsters are monsters, and none of them are easy to get along with."

Mo Fan retracted his hand, smiled and teased, and didn't care about the threat of the little snow monster. He likes beastmasters with personality and ideas like this.

The gentleman's agreement has been reached. Then, Mo Fan took out a portable blood collector and signed a soul contract with the little snow monster.

So far, the Dark Team has added another potential rookie, ranking 15th in the Dark Team, a beastmaster with both dark and ice attributes, the Ice Snow Monster. Mo Fan finally named it Aotian.

This is a rather domineering name, mainly because the little snow monster's personality is too arrogant. In addition, he is a prince, so Mo Fan simply gave himSuch a domineering name.

Aotian, the Ice Snow Monster, was also very satisfied with this name, which was very consistent with his taste.

Mo Fan had just subdued the little snow monster, and before he had time to be happy, there was a crackling sound from another metal box next to him.

It seemed that something was running up and down in the metal box, rushing left and right, trying to break the metal box.

"What's going on?" Mo Fan walked out of the metal box where he was with the little snow monster. He asked while looking at another metal box.

"It is probably that the guy locked inside woke up. He became irritable as soon as he woke up, and obviously wanted to get out. As expected, just like the mistress had someone tell him before, this guy is probably not easy to get along with." Shadow Mirror Shadow looked at the metal box on the right and said in a deep voice.

"It seems to be a little bit." Listening to the increasingly loud collision, Mo Fan couldn't help but frowned slightly. I think the guy in the box has a much bigger temper than I imagined.

"Master, what should we do now?" The Doomsday Evil Eye Big Eyes flew over. While blinking his big eyes, he rubbed his two tentacles covered with eyes and asked.

Mo Fan didn't think much, and said in a deep voice: "If he wants to come out, let him come out. After all, if you want to subdue him, you must face him. Anyway, with so many of us, it's easy to control him. Open the door."

The beast masters never questioned Mo Fan's orders. Without saying anything, they did as he said.

Soon, under the control of the shadow, the second metal door slowly opened. The Purgatory Skeleton Blood Blade, wearing a bone helmet and battle armor, silently carried the bone sword and walked in front of Mo Fan. The blue soul magic fire in his eye sockets jumped and burned, just like a most loyal personal guard.

Just at the moment the door opened, the wind whistled, and the milky white blades shot in all directions. In an instant, the air was cut and torn apart, bringing a series of piercing sonic booms.

A shadow suddenly shot out of the metal box and rushed directly to Mo Fan, who was closest to it.

"What a fast speed, a wind-type monster?" Mo Fan looked at the shadow. With his outstanding eyesight, he couldn't see its true face for a moment.

Seeing the danger coming, the Purgatory Skeleton Blood Blade, who was like a Purgatory God of War, suddenly rushed forward with a knife.

With a bang, the dark blue hellfire burned violently. The cold air spread, constantly burning and devouring all the visible and invisible things around. Even the mirror space itself was affected to a certain extent.

Innate ability, Netherworld Purgatory Slash.

"Get out of the way." Blood Blade's bones rubbed violently, making a crackling sound. He shouted hoarsely, and the flames swept away.

Although the opponent was aggressive, his strength was obviously far inferior to that of Blood Blade. The moment the storm and the flames met, the hellfire quickly devoured the opponent's wind. The terrifying force and impact force shook it away.

What people didn't expect was that after being knocked back by the blood blade, the figure only paused in the air for a moment. Then it turned around at lightning speed and rushed to the other side. It looked like it was trying to escape.

"Wind-type beastman, very fast. If it misses a strike, it will immediately flee far away. Hey, this seems to be a good seedling for an assassin." Mo Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the afterimage that escaped hundreds of meters away in just a moment, and his mind became active again.

Of course, he was not worried that the other party would escape. Are you kidding? This is the mirror space of the Shadow Mirror. How can it be so easy to escape?

Besides, the other beastmen present are not just for show! So many people, can't they stop such a guy?

At this moment, a rumbling sound that shook the earth sounded, and a towering tree rooted in the mirror space in the distance suddenly rose from the ground.

With a sound of creaking, two hands and two legs grew out. The thick branches also showed extremely clear facial features. Brut, the Sky-Swallowing Treeman, 14th of the Dark Sky Group, legendary quality, a beast of darkness and wood.

Brut made a move, obviously to stop the afterimage. The element of wood condenses, the third talent, the myriad things.

At this moment, countless thick vines rushed out from the ground and grew rapidly. Like giant pythons that choose people to devour, they quickly entangled and strangled the afterimage in the air.

Even the Sky-Swallowing Treeman's exaggerated big hands, like two brooms, suddenly turned into countless vines to entangle the afterimage.

Faced with such an overwhelming attack, the figure dodged left and right. Unfortunately, as a wind-type beastman, although he is fast, he seems to be unable to fly in the true sense.

Only relying on super-fast speed and terrifying explosive power, can stay in the air for a short time. But this cannot be considered flying, at best it can only be called gliding.

Therefore, once it falls from the air and loses the advantage of high altitude, it cannot avoid the countless thick vines that are entangled. In an instant, it is entangled alive like a dumpling.

The angry hissing sound is endless. Unfortunately, no matter how it struggles, it cannot break free from the restraints of the Sky-Swallowing Treeman Brut.

As this afterimage was controlled by the Sky-Swallowing Treeman, Mo Fan finally saw its true face.

This monster, which Mo Fan thought might be trained to be the main assassin of the team, turned out to be a chameleon, or a lizard.

Oh, no, to be precise, it should be a lizardman.