The capital of Avaranga, Baccarando, is the transliteration of the syllable meaning "origin" in the ancient language, and it is also the first city built on the whole continent, gathering all the efforts of the original designer, the whole city has the most complete facilities in the country, water supply, greening, underground pipes, sewage treatment system, all kinds of public facilities, fire equipment, residential houses, security forces, administrative institutions. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everything you can think of that should be here, there are all here, and the total population here is almost two or three hundred thousand, maybe you will think that this number is very small, after all, in China, the total population of any larger city is also several million, but you have to take into account a series of factors such as productivity, residential density, etc., the wizarding civilization has not yet entered the modern stage, the number is already terrifying.

Compare ancient China, which also did not go through the industrial revolution, you will find that in the heyday of ancient China, the population of the capital was only over one million, and under the same limitations, it has shocked the world to reach the current level, just like the king of the Otlan Empire in the Eastern Continent, who called Bacarlando [the miracle city of Western allies], and Smolan was panicked about the current heyday of the wizarding country, after all, the two continents are feuding.

Do you want your old enemy to become very powerful? Of course not, unless you want to die, and the most terrible thing is that this enemy is forced out by Småran himself, and it is impossible to find a way to reconcile, King Småran can only curse the predecessor who died while looking for a solution.

At the moment, it seems that he has not been found.

Drawing the eyes back to Albert from the whole world, the celebration has only arrived the second day, the carnival has just begun, they are still wandering the streets, the streets are sparsely populated, at least reduced to a fifth, and those who are still on the streets are at least those who started from the second ring road. The large army of the First Ring is still resting.

The noisy sound has been quieted down a lot, and there is a group of people wearing medieval armor, the cloaks of ancient wizards, they didn't say much, people dressed as warriors waved their swords in unison, cloaks were worn, chanting incantations in low voices, constant fireballs floating in the palms of their hands, the magic was slowly but constantly, rhythmically agitating, with the climax of the spell, the power of qi and blood was flowing, and a large group of people seemed to have become a whole, advancing forward like soldiers.

Looks cool, doesn't it? It has a sense of historical solemnity, doesn't it? It feels very lofty, right? Actually, it's just a team roleplay, the otherworldly version of cosplay, and the event slogan at the end of the party pretty much ruins the atmosphere, and behind them there are shrewd goblin merchants waving flags and selling cloaks and armor.

And the wizard does not need to chant the spell, as long as the rune node is built with mental power, it can be released, the only auxiliary effect of the spell is to let the caster concentrate when casting the spell, for every professional who has been educated by the popularization of modern knowledge, chanting spells and casting spells is a very stupid thing, the only role is to let the enemy know what moves you are ready to make, and have enough time to prepare for targeted defense.

The visuals are good, though, with a group of sword-wielding warriors and mysterious-looking wizards in the stone complexes and streets, and they succeed in piquing his interest - Albert wants to join in.

It's funny, most of the previous teams were not very good activities, they were things that could be seen elsewhere, and they could make them themselves, but the scale here was relatively small, imitating the ancient wizard, he had never done it before, and he wanted to try it on a whim today.

In most stories, the protagonist seems to be always in the Middle Ages, and it seems that he will always know all kinds of knowledge that ordinary people don't bother to memorize, or there are all kinds of aids, brains, systems, and can always successfully set off the industrial revolution, or become very powerful, all the way to the masters, it's different to him: he doesn't have a plug-in.

There is no talent against the sky - there are people on the same level as him all over the street, there are no adventures - there are really adventures to meet the inheritance of ancient wizards, and it is outdated now, and there is no wisdom brain - there is only one system left that is still someone else's, and there is still a bit of a problem, but the crossing itself is luck enough to go against the sky, and he does not have the luxury of superfluous.

He really felt that unless after the First World War, the Elven Conquest War, the Second World War, the four major races rose up to resist, the Third World War, the huge republic completely collapsed, and after the three wars, there would be four wars, such as the most likely at the moment, Avaranga and Smolan really went to war in full force after many years, then he sounded very bullish as a wizard in his previous life, and now he looks like that wizard in this life.

He has been mediocre all his life, no achievements, now again, he does not plan to take the old road, dare not say that there is no regret after getting old, at least, regret can be less, while the time is still very long, he still has that energy, walk around more, see more, increase knowledge, so as not to regret it after many years.

Then she joined in, and one of them bought a set of brown-gray cloaks, and followed behind them in cloak and followed them, following the example of the person in front of her, holding the fireball in one hand, and began to chant the incantation that was useless, that is, to add a force.

The quality of the cloak is still very good, the price is also cheap, and it also comes with a special effect: at the rate of consuming the magic power of two fireballs per hour, the cloak can stimulate a simple enchantment effect, that is, there is no wind automatically, obviously there is no wind, but it looks like it is being blown on the body by the sixth-level wind, and the long clothes on the body are like a battle flag, and with the hood that makes people can't see the face clearly, others look quite handsome, that is, they look handsome.

He feels good, too, for the first time in two lifetimes, playing cos, very novel, very fun, although he hasn't awakened any new hobbies, but for the first time, he wears the costume of a real legendary wizard and does something like a legendary wizard, instead of sitting on the steps on the side of the road and chewing on a leek box, it feels weird, and it doesn't seem to be bad.

A simple piece of clothing could not hide their perception, he could still see the scene on both sides of the street, the number of people gradually increased, the wide street, the people on the side of the road commented on them, the stone buildings five or six meters high, except for the reinforced runes, simple patterns, there was not even a single superfluous relief, stone carving, square.

Low, but four or five meters high street trees decorate the scene, there are cleaners at work, special people to water the trees, there are early stalls, selling, doing their business, no matter what the season, it is always good to make more money, even during the Spring Festival, there will be one or two people who choose to work.

The sun is finally out.