Movara Niga's sudden change of attitude caught Ella off guard. In the Almani Federation, she was in a spirit state due to Yogibe's magic, so she had some understanding of the strength of her spirit. When she collided with ordinary spirits, she was at an advantage, but when she encountered Yogibe who had specially trained spirits, she was suddenly smashed, so she was not very strong. The relationship between the strength of the spirit and the magic was unheard of.

But since the girl took the initiative to ask Ella, Ella naturally could not miss this opportunity for nothing. She was worried that making too much demand would make the girl angry, so she thought for a while and said tentatively:

"The requirement...is to let you sink a little so that my fleet can sail. How about it?"

"What about the others?"

"Other?" Ella thought for a while, "I see you are faster than my fleet, and it would be better if you can just carry us to Aztland..."

"What about the others?"

"There are other ones?" Ella was a little surprised. "If I asked you to always respond to my requests, as a transfer station from Sweden to Aztland...?"

"What about the others as you wish?"

"No, how many wishes can you realize?" Ella couldn't help asking. You should know that even if it was a magic lamp in a fairy tale, it could only realize three.

"All my wishes are within my ability." Movara Niga gritted his teeth and replied unwillingly, "This is the contract of the Lord and the Slave. You tamed me in the ritual of the summoning. I have no choice but to agree to your request."

"Contract?" Ella recalled the common plot of the demon summoning ritual in the story and asked cautiously, "You are not a demon, are you? You won't let me sell my soul or something? I've heard of this kind of thing."

"What do we want our souls? How can those magicians talk nonsense like this?" Movaraniga was a little angry. "The so-called summoning ceremony is to forcibly drag our spirits into the magic circle, conquer us with power and treat us as slaves! They are obviously perpetrators, but they disguise themselves as victims!"

This was the first time Ella heard about this. When I recalled the previous incident, it was that Movara Nijia finally got freedom, but the savage held a summoning ceremony under the instigation of Ella. Movara Nijia did not agree, so the savage burned it with fire and forced it with a curse, and must let Movara Nijia appear...

Ella suddenly felt like a big bad guy.

"When did this happen?" she asked, "have you been summoned like this by magicians?"

"Of course not! Our lives are much longer and stronger than humans. Before the guy who pretended to be a ghost appeared, many of us were worshipped by some human tribes. But he defeated us one after another, branded us with the seals of the loser, so that his disciples and disciples could use these seals to force us! I hid in Aztlan to escape him, but I avoided him, but I did not escape Quilakiri!"

Movara Nijia gritted his teeth and said all this, obviously having great hatred for that guy. But after that, she shook her head again:

"It's not that it all started with that guy. Before he appeared, someone had already done this. That was a guy named Moses. He claimed that the gods of his tribe were the only true gods, and that those of us worshipped were all devils. But Moses's influence was far less than that of the guy who pretended to be a ghost later!"

The messages contained in Movara Niga's words far exceeded what Ella hoped to get. In addition to shock, she keenly realized that perhaps she was approaching history and the truth of the gods:

"Then are there any of your companions? Their name is Hermes, Ares, Aphrodite..."

"I haven't heard it." Movara Niga shook his head straightforwardly, "Although many of my companions are worshipped, it's not that the people worshipped are all our companions. For example, we have never seen anyone who worshipped the people. In ancient Albania, there was a tribe called Skupetal. My two companions were worshipped by them, but later Skupetal was conquered, and they turned to become priests-even when they became priests, they didn't know who they were worshipping."

"Are they other creatures you don't know?"

"Who knows. It's better now, but humans thousands of years ago were full of imagination, and they couldn't infer anything from their descriptions. For example, the two companions I just mentioned are sisters with good relationships, but in human legends, the sister became a snake-shaped monster that would set off a storm and destroy humans, while the sister was a dragon who bravely fought against monsters to protect the world. Every time a thunderstorm occurs, the tribe thinks that the two are fighting in the sky - in this big passage, only the sister is a dragon is true."

Ella vaguely guessed something: "Do these two sisters... are the sisters called Kurzedra and the sisters called Draguer?"

"How do you know?" Movara Niga was a little surprised. "With the destruction of the Skupetal tribe, few people have known these two names."

The truth of history is near. Ella ignored Movara Niga's questions and raised a crucial question: "So, who is the 'pretending guy' you said? What's his name? What kind of person is it?"

"I dare not call that name directly." Movara Nijia winced a little, "Is this a simple curiosity? Or is it your order?"

"It's an order." Ella looked at Movara Niga seriously, "Tell me all you know about that person!"

"Immanelli...his name is Immanelli!"

After pronounced this name, Movara Nijia looked around in fear. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he plucked up his courage to continue: "He is the most powerful magician in history to date, with a supreme crown. The name of that crown is..."

Suddenly, when cold water hit Ella's body, the magma disappeared, the blood disappeared, and even the Movara Nijia disappeared. The one who appeared in front of Ella was Dust holding a bucket, panting while smiling silly:

"Disciple, I'm back in time, right? I ran to pick up a bucket of water. What kind of mowala mud is added? If the magic array is muddy, the summoning magic must not be invalid! This is the mystery of a hundred swordsmanship!"

"Dust, you..."

Ella was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"You have to call me Master at this time."

Dust didn't notice Ella was angry and chattered around in pride:

"I can't interfere with her outside the magic circle, and she can't interfere with me inside the magic circle. Then I wonder what would happen if the boundaries of the magic circle were wiped off... Your master is still your master. If it weren't for me, you would have suffered today... Huh?"

Dust suddenly realized something and looked around: "Did the island suddenly become calm? It seems that it is not sinking? It is finished venting?... Disciple? King of Sweden??? Are your face a little bad? Oh! Why are you pushing me? Wait... Why are you raising your foot? You are not Princess Anna... I did nothing wrong, right? Wait... I'm sorry, I was wrong! Don't step on me... Don't step on me!"
Chapter completed!