Douluo: I have a super god system

Chapter 242 Strength is the right to speak

The high priest hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "The guest has the right to choose, if not, I can change it."

Obviously, after Ning Ye showed his strength, the high priest also began to retreat a bit.

Because he had to consider, if he really angered a strong man like Ning Ye, would he easily wipe out their clan.

After all, even the powerful Frost Hunters were easily killed by Ning Ye.

Looking at the panicked high priest, Ning Ye chuckled lightly: "Forget it, this kind of thing is nothing to me, if I give it to you, I will give it to you."

If it is something else, he may also refuse it.

But if it is a treasure that escapes for life, he who has mastered the wormhole technology can create it at any time.

Before the high priest could see joy in his eyes, the dark matter computer beside Ning Ye had already floated up.

A burst of intense black light shot out, and everything around them seemed to be stilled. The frost giants felt their uncontrolled bodies, and their eyes were full of fear.

"rise"

Data flickered in Ning Ye's eyes, and following his order, a pitch-black wormhole suddenly appeared in the lobby.

Although the wormhole is small, it is extremely scary in the eyes of the frost giants, and they dare not look directly at it.

The only High Priest with a better mentality couldn't help swallowing when he felt the powerful computing power slightly released by Ning Ye.

About three seconds later, the small wormhole slowly disappeared, and finally a black square crystal appeared on the spot, and then slowly fell into the hands of the high priest.

Ning Ye smiled and explained: "This is the activation core of this big wormhole. There is only one chance to use it, and it needs to be recharged. With your abilities, it may take five to 10 minutes. You can choose the place to jump."

Although his strength has been suppressed a lot in this world, thanks to the wormhole engine, even under the constraints of the world, his wormhole ability has not weakened at all, and he can jump anywhere.

It's just that because of the interference of the world, he has a little trouble collecting and analyzing the coordinate data, which can be regarded as a pot of computing power.

Holding the crystal in his hand, the high priest swallowed again.

Who would have thought that he was holding the opening method of the special big hole just now in his hand.

In fact, from the perspective of the high priest, that special big hole can be used as an attack method. If someone attacks them, he will release this big hole, and the enemy will definitely not be able to resist it and be swallowed by the big hole.

But that's all he thought about.

Putting the crystal into his bosom, the high priest looked at Ning Ye's eyes full of piety, and lowered his head: "Thank you, my lord. In the future, my lord will be a noble existence comparable to that of the holy beast."

As his words fell, the surrounding frost giants knelt down as if they couldn't wait, and looked at Ning Ye with fanaticism in their eyes.

Not to mention anything else, after Ning Ye's arrival, he first solved the enemy for them, and second, he gave them the ultimate life-saving. Although it was a request, either of these was a great kindness, and they surrendered wholeheartedly.

Ning Ye frowned slightly: "Don't mention the third request?"

Although the high priest did not kneel down, he explained to Ning Ye in the most respectful tone: "Please forgive me for not thinking about it yet."

Seeing the gleam in the high priest's eyes, Ning Ye chuckled lightly: "Sure enough, he is old and mature, forget it, let you do it."

The high priest's intentions were obvious, and he wanted to keep this request as his last card.

But he doesn't care.

Looking around, he said lightly, "I need a place to retreat."

When the high priest accepted the wormhole switch, the system's rewards had already arrived, but he temporarily blocked the wave after wave of notifications.

But he knows that this time is a big harvest and needs to be tidied up.

The high priest hurried over and led the way for Ning Ye: "Please, my lord."

And Lan Er who brought him here was also quickly surrounded by a group of frost giants, his eyes were full of envy, and his words were flattering.

……

Three days later at night, under the starry night scene, the frost giants held a grand dinner.

"Xiao Ling, you can relax today."

"Yes, Xiao Ling, today is a grand feast for that lord. The dinner is super rich. You must be hungry after practicing for so long. Let's eat something."

Beside the corner of the dinner party, several frost giant children who were about the same height as adults surrounded a petite little girl who was about five or six years old and kept persuading her.

The little girl called Xiaoling held a short wooden long sword in her hand, and kept swinging it. Although the sound of the wind was so soft that the chopping was so soft that she couldn't hear it, the seriousness in the little girl's eyes was slightly trembling. The top of Khan's head shows that she is going all out.

"No, if everyone is hungry, go eat first, and I will practice for a while."

Swinging again, Xiao Ling took a deep breath, but his face was full of smiles, looking at the little friend beside him, a very crisp voice sounded.

After speaking, he raised the wooden sword in his hand and swung it again.

Seeing Xiao Ling with a serious face, the children didn't know how to persuade him.

Suddenly one of the children remembered what his father had told him, and said, "Little Ling, stop practicing, I heard from my father that the adult we choose to serve should not belong to our clan, he is somewhat similar to you, maybe you The two are still of the same clan, and he will come later, maybe for the sake of the same clan, he may directly accept you as a disciple, then you will have a teacher to teach you."

"really?"

Xiao Ling stopped what he was doing, his eyes lit up, but then dimmed again: "But I'm a mourner, he won't choose me as his apprentice."

An obviously taller child said angrily, "Who said that, Xiao Ling, you are so serious and obedient, how could you be a loser?"

Xiao Ling's eyes became moist, and his crisp voice was very low: "I killed six parents, am I still a mourner?"

The children around her fell silent for a while. Although they didn't want to admit it, it was indeed true.

Looking at everyone who was silent, the light in Xiao Ling's eyes faded, she didn't say much, but tears welled up from her eyes line by line.

While everyone was thinking about how to comfort them, two figures walked in slowly. For a moment, the children seemed to have heard the call from their parents, and they were all embarrassed for a while and finally dispersed.

"My lord is here, we have to hurry over, Xiaoling, don't think so, hurry over here too." The child nodded comfortingly and left.

Only the lonely little figure was left in the corner, gritted his teeth, with tears in his eyes, and kept waving the wooden sword in his hand.

(End of this chapter)