Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

After an unknown amount of time, thunder rumbled under the rain, and Hua Zhuo fell asleep on a chair by the door.

When he woke up, there was an extra piece of clothing covering him.

The clothes on my shoulders felt warm; I don't know when they were put on.

He didn't react much, and it took him a long time to touch his clothes, then he rubbed them between his fingertips, his eyes hidden under his hair were terribly empty.

After a long time, he picked up the clothes and smelled them.

It smelled sweet, a floral fragrance he had never smelled before.

It smelled different from the blanket Du Quan gave him.

A gentle breeze swirled water droplets onto the windowsill, accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

Du Quan is back. This time, something unexpected happened. He encountered a dragon. Although it wasn't a large dragon, it still made Du Quan feel a sense of oppression.

The Shadow Swordsman was no match for this level of magical beast and was sent flying by a single claw strike from the Black Dragon. If the Black Dragon hadn't retrieved the swordsman in time, the second creation would have perished here.

"Ranran, I almost died." Du Quan was extremely aggrieved and hugged Qi Ran, whimpering.

"It's good that Master is alright." Qi Ran comforted him, snuggling into his arms and giving him a kiss.

"well......"

Du Quan sighed and released his grip.

This incident was a huge blow to him, but fortunately, he managed to exchange the items he collected for a lot of points, which he could use to treat Hua Zhuo's leg injury.

"Hua Zhuo, come and sit down." Du Quan looked at the shy pink-haired boy, called him to his side, and took out a bottle of magic potion he had just exchanged from his sleeve.

"This is medicine for your foot injury. Drink it and see."

"Thank you," Hua Zhuo said, taking the medicine bottle and drinking it.

The medicine works very quickly, almost instantly.

Hua Zhuo leaned against the wall to get up and tried to take a step. His broken bones had healed, and he could feel everything under his feet. Finally, a slight fluctuation appeared in his eyes.

"Summoner, may I follow you for the rest of my life?"

Hua Zhuo knelt beside Du Quan, her light brown pupils filled with a deep gaze and unwavering loyalty to him.

"Okay." Du Quan agreed, called Hua Zhuo to get up, and patted his head. "No need to be so polite."

"By the way, do you know where this is?" Du Quan asked.

"What is the question, sir?" Hua Zhuo's eyes had been gouged out for so long that he didn't even know where he was.

"This is the general area. Which continent is this?" Du Quan had been here for so long, and he didn't have any acquaintances to ask for information. He relied entirely on Hua Zhuo for any information he could get.

"I was born in the Wind Kingdom of the Kurtis Continent. I am a magician. There are many countries on the Kurtis Continent. After you go out, you can visit the city-states. There is a lot of detailed information there."

"I see." Du Quan buried his head in thought.

The continent of Kurtis.

The Land of Wind.

It seems to be a very typical alternate world.

Suddenly, Du Quan remembered Hua Zhuo's words and looked back at him. "So, you know magic?"

Hua Zhuo nodded expressionlessly. "I need a magic wand."

Wandless magic is advanced magic, and Hua Zhuo doesn't have that kind of talent.

Du Quan asked curiously, "Are magic wands expensive?"

"I don't know either, you can also steal from others," Hua Zhuo said, looking at Du Quan.

"It's okay, I'll buy it for you later." Du Quan patted him, and then patted Qi Ran on the right, afraid that Qi Ran would be jealous.

To be honest, he feels very happy right now.

On the left is a handsome young man with a cold face, and on the right is a beautiful and gentle young wife.

Who's as carefree as him!

The next morning, Du Quan still led the swordsman out the door.

With the one-month deadline fast approaching, he must level up before the deadline to unlock his third creation qualification.

Swordsmen may be strong, but they are no match for large magical beasts.

To avoid encountering large monsters, Du Quan had to take measures, namely, working overtime to hunt small monsters, accumulate experience, and level up by accumulating experience.

Fortunately, this method is feasible.

Three days later, Du Quan's level finally reached 105 from level 45.

Inside the stone house, after everyone had rested, Du Quan sat by the fire, contemplating the ability to create the third creation.

I can't create angels or demons because my level isn't high enough.

But Du Quan only wanted something that could fly and also had combat capabilities. Since the settings of angels and demons wouldn't work, he thought for a moment and wrote down the characteristics of creation in the attribute bar.

The Black Hawk Orcs are sky hunters with a pair of black wings on their backs. The feathers at the tips of their wings are incredibly sharp, capable of slicing through prey while in flight or launching feathers as swords to strike their targets.

Once you have a clue, things become much easier.

Du Quan looked at the gradually clearer shape of the creation on the panel and made some minor modifications to the details.

The fire burned brightly, illuminating Du Quan's earnest face.

He pressed the confirm button, and runes lit up before his eyes, causing the ground to tremble for a moment.

His third creation was complete.

Black Hawk Orc.

The tall, slender shadow finally moved in front of Du Quan.

His 205-centimeter frame is like a piece of black iron, and when his back is straight, he looks like a long spear ready to be fired.

His wings were folded behind him, with layers of dark feathers that spread out like frost and snow at the tips, which were the sharpest parts.

Black hair fell over his shoulders, and instead of the soft ears that are common to humans, he had a pair of feathered crests that stood up against his cheeks.

Its feathers were the same black as its wings, with a hint of silver at the tips, like two solidified bolts of lightning. As it lowered its head slightly, its crest trembled, revealing the hard lines of its jaw beneath.

The black hawk's knuckles are no different from those of a human, and its fingertips can extend sharp claws.

With a gentle swipe, it can easily tear open the hard shell of its prey.

Looking down, the waist and abdomen are sharply defined and taut, and below the thighs are the feet of birds, covered with fine black feathers. The claws are hooked and firmly grip the ground, and every muscle exudes explosive power.

A long tail hangs down from the base of the wings at the lower back.

Its tail was twice as long as its body, with jet-black feathers and a silvery tip, like a trailing shooting star.

At this moment, it was quietly pressed against the ground, and as he bent down, it gently swept across Du Quan's boots.

What's most striking are those eyes.

They were golden vertical pupils, like two bright flames burning in the dark night. The pupils were as narrow as lines, and when they fell on Du Quan, there was not a trace of the ignorance of a newborn creature, only the pure focus of a predator.

Then, the figure in black nodded slightly.

The movements were small, yet they carried an unwavering subservience.

He looked at Du Quan, his wings folded slightly, his long tail drooping even lower, and the image of the creator reflected in his golden vertical pupils, as if reflecting the only god.

"Owner."

Black Hawk's voice was deep and resonant, its sharpness worn away by the wind, leaving only submissive loyalty.

Du Quan was very satisfied with his third creation.

That's strong enough.

"Your name is Black Hawk," Du Quan told him, then stood up and circled Black Hawk twice, running his fingertips over Black Hawk's feathers and long tail, causing the other to tremble slightly.

He released his grip, showing no intention of offending him.

Clearly, while Black Hawk was very loyal to him, he didn't like being touched.

Every creation has its own personality and characteristics.