Chapter 6: The price

Feng Die woke up, but her consciousness was still drowsy. She couldn't figure out what had happened or where she was.

She tried to move, but her body seemed to no longer obey her will. Then bursts of burning pain came to her from every part of her body, making her moan uncontrollably.

She tried to open her eyes, and there was only a white light in front of her. There seemed to be something behind the light. She tried hard to see it, but she could not see anything.

"You're awake." A thick, low and ethereal voice came from behind the light.

Feng Die wanted to move, but apart from suffering more intense pain, she still couldn't move: "Where am I...is this? Am I... dead?"

"You are wandering on the edge of life and death. Answer my question, Elf! This will determine your life and death."

Feng Die's eyes were still white and there was nothing in sight. She smiled bitterly and said, "If... I could choose, I would rather choose to die. But... I can't die yet."

"What else do you want?"

"I want... want... powerful power."

"Why?"

"I want to kill all the druids..." Feng Die almost squeezed out these words from his teeth.

Her heart was throbbing again, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.

Did he go like this, she gave everything for him? She gave everything but had never exchanged anything. Now, even his minimum physical existence has been erased!

Between life and death, all love and hatred in her heart are thousands of times clear. The pain is equally clear.

The voice behind the white light was silent for a while, and once again sounded: "I can give you strength, but the price is equally high."

"I'm willing to pay... any price."

The white light gradually faded away, and Feng Die's consciousness fell into a deep sleep again.

I don’t know how long it took, Feng Die woke up again. This time, the burning pain and extremely strong desire for blood disappeared, and her body also regained its ability to move, but she felt extremely weak, and her body was empty and there was almost no strength.

She opened her eyes and looked around blankly. Her thinking was still in a very slow state.

The first thing that catches your eye is the huge magic array drawn on the ceiling. Dozens of various magic lights slowly flutter in the air. Each of them has its own invisible trajectory, and they walk in a staggered manner and will never collide together.

Feng Die looked at the magic lights that were floating for a while, and suddenly felt dizzy and felt extremely bored.

"Are you awake? Don't look at the magic array on your head. It's a very strong dark curse array. You won't be able to stand it after watching it for a long time."

Feng Die struggled to sit up, and looked around and found that she was sitting naked on a white jade platform. The room she was in was very wide. At this moment, magic circles were painted on the four walls, various magic flames, crystals, gems, and many things she could not name were embedded in the magic circle, and they were flashing with various colors of light.

There was a huge workbench in a corner of the room, filled with bottles and jars, and a fat figure was busy in front of the stage.

"Rog?"

The fat figure said without looking back: "Who else can I be if I weren't?"

"What's wrong with me? I only remember being hit by Lei Luo's dagger, but now... why do I have no strength at all?"

"You are hit by the curse of the Soul Eater Dagger. The stronger your power, the greater the power of the curse will be. In order to temporarily control the occurrence of the curse, I have eliminated all your power."

"But I need strength!" Feng Die said in a lost voice.

The fat man smiled and said, "Don't worry. Soon you will have more powerful power. In the future, you will find that those druids will be vulnerable to you. Of course, there is a price, because I am not a god after all. I have to lift your curse and give you more powerful power. I can only think of this method. However, haven't you said that you can pay any price for powerful power? It seems that you finally understand that in this world, only power is supreme. With power, you can act according to your own will."

Feng Die's thoughts became a little clearer. She looked down at her naked body. The perfect curve was still enough to make any man commit crimes, but at this moment her skin had completely turned into a lifeless light gray. There was a thin wound on her chest, with a neat break, and no blood was oozing out.

"Mr. Roger, can you tell me what the price I have to pay?"

While injecting a small bottle of blood-red potion into another large crystal dish, Roger said, "Windie, you must have heard of a taboo name in the legend of the elves for thousands of years, the Dark Elf King Cramos. Blood Moon?"

Feng Die trembled all over and said, "Cramoth. Blood Moon? He used the power of darkness to introduce countless elves into the fallen bottomless abyss, and became an executioner who only knows killing and bloodthirsty! Before being destroyed by the three great elves kings, he and his dark elves were covered with the blood of the elves. Do you want to turn me into a dark elves? This... how is this possible? Cramoth's dark power is so powerful that it even once covered the entire sky! And how can you know how he introduced the elves into the dark?"

"The Dark Elf King can turn hundreds of elves into dark elves at the same time. Of course, I don't have that powerful and perverted power. However, with the power of magic props, I am still sure to turn you into a dark elves. Moreover, there is no other good way now, so I can only take some risks."

At this time, the door opened, and Froya walked in with a tray, with more than a dozen bottles of large and small.

Feng Die's thinking was still very late. She woke up for a long time without any slightest slut, and she let out a low voice, trying to cover her body. Only after she saw that it was Fuluya who came in clearly, she felt relieved.

Roger turned around and said, "Okay, let's start now!"

At his gesture, Feng Die, who was still confused, lay down obediently.

Roger took off his coat and only had a pair of trousers. He stood still for a moment, his pupils slowly turned silver, his body gradually grew taller, and thin black scales appeared on his skin. He picked up a slender brush, dipped it in a bottle of green magic potion, and drew it on Fengdie's shoulder.

With Roger's hideous appearance and infinite strength, it seemed very difficult to carry this brush. He drew stroke by stroke. Every stroke, Fengdie would feel a biting cold and coldness penetrate into her bone marrow. Her face had turned blue and her body was trembling constantly. But she endured it.

Finally, Roger finished drawing her left shoulder. The fat man was already sweating profusely and gasped. He took a short rest for a while and grabbed a paintbrush again. This time he dipped it in a bright red potion and painted Fengdie's right shoulder.

The burning force continued to rush into Feng Die's body. She felt her blood boiling and she couldn't say it was sad.

Roger stroke by stroke, although he was drawing slowly, Feng Die's body was covered with various demon patterns in a blink of an eye. During this period, Feng Die seemed to have endured all the pain she had suffered in her life. But she gritted her teeth and stood up. The fat man couldn't help but admire her tenacious will.

I don’t know how long it took, Roger wiped the sweat from his forehead and said weakly: “Now it’s only the last step. I really didn’t expect to be so tired! The Dark Elf King is really amazing!”

Every time Roger draws a stroke, Feng Die's consciousness will be clearer. At this time, her consciousness has been completely awake. She only feels that a stream of forces with different attributes are constantly clashing in her body. She sat up and glanced at her body. There were various demon patterns on it. What surprised her was that these demon patterns were actually painted exquisitely and elegantly, which made Feng Die, who loved beauty extremely, let go of some thoughts.

She watched Roger pick out the thinnest pen and wanted to dip the dark black pigment in a very small crystal bottle.

"Wait..." Feng Die called out Roger and asked, "After this time... I will become a dark elf?"

Roger nodded: "After the dark emblem on your face is drawn, I will use the dark curse to trigger all the power of magic patterns, and then your body will be completely occupied by the power of darkness. Although it is different from Cramos. The black elf of Blood Moon, it is essentially the same. The powerful dark power will dispel the curse you are subjected to."

Feng Die stared at Roger's face and found a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He immediately asked, "Do you have anything else to tell me?"

Roger sighed: "There is a very strong bloodthirsty desire in the curse in you. In order to completely suppress and replace this curse, after you become a dark elf, I will add a dark blood-devouring curse to you. I have changed this curse a little, removed the part of obeying the orders of the curse, and weakened the power added to you when the blood-devouring is activated. In this way, the curse will erode your will much lighter. With your will, you should be able to overcome the damage caused by the curse, but it is not completely risk-free. This curse must be powerful enough to dispel the blood-devouring desire."

"When I fall into a dark elves, will I completely lose my will like the legendary dark elves, and only know how to follow the orders of the Dark Elf King to kill?"

Roger hesitated and said, "Wind Butterfly, the nature of power will indeed affect the owner's temperament, but this is not absolute. For example, low-level monsters or undead creatures are just slaves of the most primitive desires, but the wisdom of higher demons or necromancers is not inferior to that of humans or wise men. Therefore, whether you can overcome the influence of power and maintain the brilliance of your mind depends entirely on your own will."

Feng Die asked, "What if I couldn't overcome the influence of power? What would happen?"

"That doesn't matter. You will lose your will and completely obey my orders. However, as your strength increases, there will be a chance to restore your consciousness in the future. Don't worry, I will let you kill enough Druids."

"Master Rogge, why don't you let me die simply? Instead, you have to spend so much effort to save me? I can see that you have spent a lot of precious magic materials. Speaking of which, you don't lack people like me, which is not a good deal."

Roger said tiredly: "You want to kill Druid, I also want to help you. If you help me, there is nothing to be thankful for. If the magic materials are gone, you can find them again, buy them again, and grab them again. If there is no one, you will never be able to find them again. Before Ajiani left, she asked me to take good care of you. I can't even be satisfied with her small wish."

Feng Die was silent for a while, and suddenly asked again: "Rog, I heard that the dark elves are all... very..." At this point, her face turned slightly red and she could no longer say anything.

Roger laughed and said, "Do you want to say lewd?"

Feng Die nodded slightly.

"Windie, there are always unrealities in history, and the legend is even more so. The dark elves advocate power and worship the dark gods. Although I don't know which god the Dark Elf King believes in, it is obvious that the morality that binds the elves will definitely not bind the dark elves. When they have desires, they will satisfy it. In the eyes of the elves, this is certainly an absolute lewdness. But in the eyes of the dark elves, they are just obeying their truest instincts."

Roger paused for a moment and said, "Of course, under the power of darkness, your original instincts will be strengthened in multiples... For you, this is also one of the costs."

Fengdie looked up at the sky, wondering what she was thinking.

Roger clicked the brush in the black potion, looked at a picture in his hand, and then walked towards Fengdie, saying, "Are you ready? After sticking to the last dark emblem, you will have powerful power. You must remember that you must stay awake in this process. This is the key to whether you can have independent consciousness after you become a dark elf."

Feng Die suddenly stopped Roger's brush: "Wait a minute, although you didn't say it clearly, I also understand that after the ceremony, I have a great chance of becoming an unconscious, bloodthirsty and lustful dark elf..."

She took off the brush from Roger's hand and placed it aside, slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.
Chapter completed!