The ritual of concluding the Elemental Contract has nothing to do with time.

It's like Dornan's signing of an elemental contract with Krogmore when she was a child, and that process took several years, and Dornan was still stupid at that time, she just regarded this strange and withdrawn stone man as a playmate, and used the child's pure heart and undisguised kindness to get Krogmore's recognition, in fact, the elemental contract was signed by Krogmore and Dornan on his own initiative.

As for the second elemental companion, Little Rag, its birth was an accident, and the fire demon element of the juvenile body did not have much strength and resistance, and after being treated as a small pet by Dornan for a few months, it became Dornan's elemental partner.

So theoretically, don't look at Dornan's two crazy elemental partners that make countless shamans jealous, but in reality, this is the first time that Dornan has truly concluded an elemental contract with Sunderland the Wind Chaser...

And the object of this child's first initiative to conclude a contract is a terrifying wind elemental prince who has lived from the creation period to the present, if it is Sunderland in its heyday, even if Tyrion wants to deal with it, it will take a little time, these elemental creatures born at the time of creation, their combat power and consciousness intensity, are extremely terrifying.

No one knows how long it will take for Dornan to complete his elemental pact with Sunderland, not even Dornan himself.

But when Dornan's soul came into contact with Sunderland, she could clearly feel what was happening in the outside world, just like now, in the face of the southwind lord Shiamette who suddenly appeared and came to stir up the trouble, although that bastard barely spoke, Dornan could still feel that guy's hostility towards him, more precisely, hostility towards Sunderland.

"This is my memory of the final battle between the Battle of Domination and the Sneak Fire Elemental..."

In that soul contact, Sunderland's low, stormy voice echoed:

"You just have to read it, you just have to read this last memory of mine, and I will admit your talent... I'll give you a chance to conclude a contract! ”

And in front of Sunderland's eyes, Dornan's soul state looks very haggard, Sunderland the Wind Chaser is a strange guy, it does not test Dornan with pure strength, on the contrary, it asks Dornan to use its perspective, the complete experience belongs to the life of the Wind Chaser, which sounds like a simple request, but how long is the life of elemental creatures?

It took at least a million years just from Sunderland's birth to its becoming an elemental lord... And no matter how tough Dornan's soul is, she is only a child, she is a flesh and blood creature, and the memory of a million years of loneliness may be sparse and ordinary for the elements, but for the consciousness of a flesh and blood creature, it is absolutely unacceptable.

If she were an ordinary person, she might have gone completely crazy in the middle of browsing these millions of years of memories due to the disorder of her senses and temporal thinking, but Dornan had also studied at the Elemental Throne, she could understand the worldview of the elements, and the great shaman had taught her how to live with the elements, so she could withstand the pressure of that complicated memory.

But now, she senses the battle from the outside world again...

She could clearly see the battle between her companions and the strange and powerful Lord of the South Wind, she could feel every pain that the lightning struck down, causing Tylia and Vanessa to endure, she could feel the anger of being pressed and beaten when her elemental companion Krogmore fought with the adult Body Wind Elemental Lord, and she could even feel every crushing blow that the death demigod Arceus suffered.

And little Anduin and Sarantilia, two children frightened by the stormy battlefield, she could feel the fear and uneasiness in the hearts of those two children, but she was glad that the fear did not overwhelm them... Anduin and Sarandia are also using their light to support their sisters in their battles.

They had already worked hard, but against the Lord of the South Wind, one of the Lords of the Four Winds, and against the powerful elements that held the essence of the storm, it was difficult for them to see the hope of victory in their battles...

After all, the shaman who is best suited to fight the elementals, the shaman who knows the elements best, and the only one here who knows how to truly hurt the invincible elemental lord, she, Dornan, can only watch her friends and relatives fight for her as a bystander, but without completing the elemental contract in front of her, she can't take time to help them... This feeling of powerlessness swelled anger in Dornan's tired heart.

She raised her head sharply and looked at the huge Wind Elemental Prince in front of her, she clenched her fists:

"Enough!"

"My friends and loved ones are suffering! Let me out! To hell with you and your game! ”

"You're free, Sunderland, get out!"

In the face of Dornan's anger, Sunderland appeared very calm, this wind elemental prince has lived for endless years, it doesn't even need to perceive it, it can know where Dornan's anger is coming from, its rumbling voice resounded in this soul world:

"Anger, it's corrupting your mind, Dornan, the suffering of your companions makes you feel pain, and you desire to help them, but... Do you have what it takes to help them? ”

"You have great talent, but you don't have great power... It was the Lord of the South Wind Siamette, in my time, it was just an insignificant nobody, but its power was far beyond that of an ordinary man, and your companions were protecting you, but they didn't know it, it was the strategy of the cunning Siamette, and its storm of thunder and lightning needed time to brew..."

There was a hint of disdain in Sunderland's voice:

"Raise your head and look at the sky, Dornan, as your companions buy you precious time, the power that Siamette brews in the sky grows... Once its power spreads across the sky, the thunderbolt hell it drives can kill all your companions in an instant..."

"You see, there's not much time left for you and them, little Dornan, it's a pity that you don't have enough strength to turn the tables, until now, do you still think the initiative is in your hands?"

"You need my strength! With your talent, with your talent, once the elemental contract is concluded, I will be able to give you the power of my quiet wind, and even allow you to transcend the stupid obstacles of the flesh and blood, and achieve true merger with the elements... But, if you want to get my power, if you want to get my obedience, you must complete the ritual I have given you... Because I have my pride, the pride of the Wind Chaser, which you can't understand now. ”

"So, if I were you... I'm going to hurry up and not talk to me about this pointless stuff here... Child, if your soul cannot break through the shackles of emotions, how can you achieve true elemental detachment? ”

"I..."

Dornan couldn't refute Sunderland's words, she looked back at the battle that was taking place in Crystal Valley, as Sunderland said, in the sky that the other children hadn't noticed, the terrifying power of thunder and lightning was rising rapidly, and maybe soon it would really fill the world, and the cunning Lord of the South Wind Siamette... It looks like it's having a good time with the kids, but it's actually a lot of time for the cunning guy...

This disgusting bastard!

"The power behind you may be strong, but Dornan, that's his power, he can't protect you forever..."

Sunderland's voice rang out again:

"Now, it's up to you to claim your power... How can one become strong without painful tempering? Without passing the test of setbacks, the courage you hold on to is meaningless. ”

"So, I'll give you one last chance, Dornan. Windranger. Dawnblade... This is the final test of the power of the elements, are you accepting? Or refusal? ”

"It's taken too long to look through your memories in full, they won't last that far!"

Dornan turned her head and looked at Sunderland, the girl's eyes sparkled with determination, she took a step forward and held out her hand towards Sunderland:

"To hell with that old-fashioned elemental contract, let me figure it out my way."

"You have to ask me to read your memory, it means that you need me to understand your experience, and if a powerful elemental lord like you is willing to put on such a low posture, it means that you have a request for me, and you want me to help you do something, so, to take my father's favorite phrase, it is..."

"To hell with all that red tape, do you want to make a deal? Sunderland..."

"Click"

Above the sweeping clouds of Silishus, Tyrion held out his finger, and the heavy Ember Messenger jumped into his hands.

At his level, the little tricks played by Lord Siamette of the South Wind could not hide from him at all, and seeing that the thunder and lightning power over Silisus had accumulated to an extremely high concentration, the Great Lord was not ready to sit idly by and watch any longer.

"If this is the level of the highest level of combat power of the Sky Wall..."

The Great Lord took a step forward, he looked at Siamette who was "playing games" with the children under the clouds below, and he moved his wrist with some disdain:

"That's really disappointing... It's time for this botched game to end! Dare to play with the children's will to fight, this guy... Damn it! ”

"Then go kill it!"

Behind him, the Blood Master, who had long been impatient, pulled out the war bow in her hand, and she said in a cold voice:

"Such a miscellaneous plot is not worth living at all!"

"Alright, don't be angry..."

Tyrion shrugged, and the next moment, his figure quickly fell into the sky:

"I'll go."

The body of the Lord of Souls quickly fell into the canopy wrapped in the thunderstorm, and the beating, noisy, rampant lightning sparks were like snakes that smelled their prey, and roared towards his body the moment Tyrion fell into the clouds, however, the lightning condensed by these elemental powers would be completely disintegrated by the cold withering death the moment they touched Tyrion.

They couldn't even get close to him...

Although elemental power is a strange form that is outside the six basic powers of the stars, such powers also follow the limits of the power rank, and they are also subject to the interference of other forces, in other words, with the strength level of the South Wind Lord Chiamette, it can't hurt Tyrion... To rely on pure elementalism to repel the Great Lord, at least the Four Winds Lords must be gathered together, or simply let the Wind Rider Orakir strike.

Any force, good or ugly, as long as it goes to the extreme, will explode with unparalleled destructiveness.

And on the battlefield of Crystal Valley, the Lord of the South Wind, who was leisurely dragging time with the children, also raised his head sharply at this moment, and in the terrifying hiss of the wind and thunder and lightning in the sky, it could feel that a terrifying existence was rapidly approaching...

This feeling was experienced countless times on the battlefield of the original Elemental War... That's a fatal feeling!

"It's time to finish!"

This was probably the first time the Lord of the South Wind had spoken on the battlefield, and its voice was as hoarse and unpleasant as lightning scurrying in the wind, like a bad old man with a bad stomach full of bad thoughts, and it did not have the grace of the Elemental Lord at all, no wonder it was always silent.

In Chiamet's raised hands, the thunderclouds flying in the sky roared and gathered together, and then concentrated in the form of tens of millions of thunderbolts and thundered towards the crystal valley in front of him, and the tens of millions of thunderbolts gathered together, just like a real catastrophe of the world.

However, just as Tyrion was about to spread his power and shelter the children, a special force suddenly burst out in the deepest part of Crystal Valley...

The appearance of this power made Tyrion, who was about to save the scene, suddenly stop in mid-air, he looked at the battlefield of Crystal Valley covered by thunder, and after a while, a smile appeared on the face of the Great Lord, and that smile was full of parental pride...

"Good boy... Didn't disappoint me..."

The noisy and restless storm thunderclouds all over the desert of Silitsus suddenly stopped at this moment, as if they had received orders from above, and the south wind lord Siamette looked blankly at the rapid dissipation of the thunder and lightning around him, he looked at the dense clouds in the sky that slowly receded, and the evening sun shone on the earth again.

In less than 5 seconds, the battlefield that it had previously occupied was turned upside down in an instant, and in the sunlit mid-air, Shiamette saw an elf suspended in the sky, who was looking at it like a spectator.

But it wasn't because of the intervention of the creature with the power of terror, no! It's not, it's another force, the power of the wind ... A more advanced wind power than it.

Quiet Wind!

In the history of the Sky Wall, there are only two elements that possess such terrifying power to command the winds, and it is impossible for Orakir the Wind Rider to be here, so the only one who interferes with the battlefield is...

"It's been hundreds of thousands of years, Shiamet..."

Dornan's eyes shone with a beating blue thunder light suspended in mid-air like the Goddess of Storms, and the invisible wind enveloped her slender body, and beyond her body, layers of wind power quickly converged, allowing Sunderland's body to stand on the earth again, and the resurrected wind prince opened his hand, and the blade of the still wind that shone with endless thunder appeared in its hand.

Sunderland, the Wind Chaser, who projected consciousness through Dornan's body, looked at the terrified Lord of the South Wind in front of him, Siamette, and its roaring voice rang out in the battlefield that had completely quieted:

"You're still the same as before, like a mouse! It's really unproductive! ”

"But it's okay, Shiamette... The grudge of the year, the betrayal of the year, the betrayal of the year... The account between me and the Lord of the Four Winds, today, we will slowly calculate..."

"Just from... Here you go! ”

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