At noon, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun was shining hotly.

Feng Yinqiu, who was huddled in a hooded robe, didn't feel any heat, on the contrary, the cold wind on the plateau was still a little cool.

The Dotara boar under the ass slashed the ground with its hooves the size of a sea bowl, and for a moment the gravel flew all over the earth. The barren highland gravel land is generally devoid of vegetation, and in order to survive in such a place, each species has to strain itself to develop various talents. This wild boar, for example, is notoriously sensitive for smell, much stronger than the best hunting dogs, and can eat almost anything, with a recipe that is comparable to that of a goblin.

Sure enough, after digging a large pit nearly one meter deep, a piece of mud mushrooms one meter in size and as thick as an arm was discovered, and the Dotara wild boar happily humbled and gnawed, and the smell was overflowing for a while. This fungus, which collects all kinds of humus from the ground to grow, is actually quite toxic, and only animals like the Dotara boar have the appetite and interest to find this food.

The boar's head was all buried in the dirt pit, so that Feng Yinqiu above almost fell crookedly, and had to pull the mane on the pig's back to keep his balance. Feng Yinqiu scolded a few times dissatisfiedly, slapped the pig's back hard, and the wild boar grunted twice, speeding up the speed of devouring the mud mushroom, and swallowed the rest of the rest and at least a few catties of soil in a few bites before he straightened up.

The palms of his hands were pricked with thick bristles. This is still because it is the palm of Feng Yinqiu, if it is the hand of other ordinary people to slap the neck of this wild boar, I am afraid it is similar to slapping a steel needle rockery, it can only be full of blood holes. The bristles on the back of this wild boar are simply more powerful than the spikes on the back of hedgehogs and porcupines, and Feng Yinqiu specially used the rainbow sword to shave a large piece of pig hair on the back of this wild boar to sit up. In fact, the Dotara boar is a very dangerous wild animal in the Northland Heath, these are the occasional flow from the Sgut Mountains, and the barren wasteland rarely has enough materials for these large animals to survive and reproduce, so these huge omnivores can become dangerous predators, even groups of Northern Legionnaires, sometimes attacked by this wild boar.

This wild boar met Feng Yinqiu yesterday evening, or rather, he actively tracked it down. With the boar's keen sense of smell, this solitary bipedal mammal has always been a very tasty meal, but it did not anticipate the outcome of its own and became a test subject for the two-ring spell 'Charm Mammal'. So now it has become Feng Yinqiu's mount, and the horse prepared by Baron Atokin turned out to be broken in the initial panic and let go by Feng Yinqiu.

It's just a two-ring spell, in fact, it's not enough to completely control a creature, especially hostility and war intent will cancel out this charm effect, but after Feng Yinqiu completely beat this wild boar and lost all these wills, this two-ring arcane magic that acts on the spirit completely works. Let this boar feel that he is a very amiable and very trustworthy object. The mental confusion effect caused by this arcane is not long-lasting, and generally depends on the subject's spirit and vitality, and is generally limited to more than ten minutes to an hour. Ordinary mages will not be idle to waste their energy on maintaining this arcane arteman, but for the recovered universal true talisman, the consumption of the second ring spell is not a problem, and the recovery speed of the universal true talisman is faster than the duration of this spell, so Feng Yinqiu simply used this wild boar as a mount to travel, and made up for it every more than half an hour. After using more than ten spells of charm for most of the day, I don't know if the boar slowly got used to this feeling, or if too many times of arcane magic began to have a substantial effect on the pig's brain, even if he didn't use spells to charm, this wild boar really regarded him as 'his own person'.

The scroll that was 'borrowed' from Baron Atokin, except for the 'enchanting mammal' of the second ring, the rest was a two-ring arcane, three three-ring arcane, and four four-ring arcane, which was a lot of assets for this mage on the west coast, and this baron dared to go north alone, and he was indeed prepared. The arcane arts in these scrolls have naturally all been 'rubbed' into the Ten Thousand True Runes, making the Ten Thousand True Talismans more in line with the magic net, and the power they can exert is better than before, which is also where Feng Yinqiu's confidence lies in coming alone.

In addition, Wind Yinqiu finally had a chance to truly communicate with the Arcanist. Although this baron's own attainment in arcane arts does not seem to be too high, he is always a nobleman trained as an orthodox mage, and some basic knowledge is very helpful to Feng Yinqiu, such as the quantitative law of arcane, which allows him to measure the power of all true talismans more clearly.

Unlike the Taoist methods on the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, which are very different, and the mental methods of each sect and sect have their own ways, the arcane art itself is a unified Taoist system from the foundation, and the essence is to use the human spirit to attract the magic net that is inseparable from heaven and earth, build various spell formulas on the magic network, and then attract the power of heaven and earth to produce arcane art. The types of arcane arts are different, and the spell formulas are as vast as a sea of smoke, but they are all based on the magic net, and naturally they all have a unified concept, unlike the subtle words and meanings of the Shenzhou Taoist classics, focusing on personal comprehension.

Generally speaking, the mage refers to the spiritual power that induces the most basic and simplest cycle of the magic web as a node, and the arcane formula is composed of complex numbers of these cycles, although the deeper the magic web, the more difficult it is to perceive, and the more difficult it is to construct the spell formula, but these most basic cycle costs are the same. The Inner Ring formula requires the outer ring as a base, so the higher the arcane the ring, the more formulas are needed to build. The zero-ring tricks are all extremely simple magic net loops, usually between one point and three or four points, while the arcane formula of the first ring arcane is much more complicated, ranging from more than ten points to more than twenty points, the second ring is mostly more than thirty to fifty points, the third ring is about sixty or seventy, and the fourth ring requires hundreds. Of course, depending on their understanding of the arcane and their practical application, mages often have their own changes to the arcane formula, and they are not set in stone.

Judging by this quantitative method, Feng Yinqiu can feel that he has now printed these new arcane true talismans, and he probably has an arcane that can trigger about nine thousand nodes. This is an extremely staggering number, according to Baron Atokin, the average high-level mage can build at most 18,900 basic spell circuits, that is, less than 2,000 points of spiritual power. Today's universal talisman is equivalent to five high-level mages, which is more than the power of any noble family on the West Coast, plus there is no delay in casting spells, it is equivalent to using scrolls and spell items with a wave of your hand, and it is much easier to use in actual combat.

Coupled with these few spells newly printed with the true talisman of all things, although the arcane arts that can be used are still a little barren compared to real mages, they are much better than before, so Feng Yinqiu is also very confident to go back and explore that gray valley military town again.

Of course, it is not possible to swagger directly from the main entrance, there must be some roundabout methods, such as the wild boar he is riding now is a method, as long as his feet do not touch the ground, no matter how powerful the magic of the dwarven earth priest is, it is impossible to sense his existence from the sound of a pig's hooves.

And under the hooded cloak that Baron Atokin gave him, his appearance was different from before.

Now this body contains the aura of the wolf god, and in addition to its amazing recovery power, it can also do things beyond the imagination of ordinary people. For example, Feng Yinqiu, who couldn't find a costume prop for a while, simply endured the pain and made a small deformation and fabrication on his face, crushed the eyebrow bone and nose bridge evenly, and reshaped it to grow back together, but it hurt so much that he burst into tears, but the eyebrow bone and nose bridge were also much higher than before, and after the cheekbones were broken and collapsed a little, the whole person's appearance had completely changed. Finally, the hair, eyebrows, and some beard were shaved and burned with fire, the hair follicles were completely removed, and the skin was rinsed with the chalk rock and water, and he looked like a strange bald man with a cold face.

The color of the eyes is not correct, but there are dark brown eyes among the Euros, which look similar to black. Feng Yinqiu is confident that with this changed appearance, even if Liu Xuanying comes, as long as he doesn't look at his body and movements, he will not be recognized at all.

With this self-confidence, he rode the wild boar north unhurriedly. In fact, this wild boar is not slow in size, and it is similar to a horse's trot along the way, and it seems that it will be able to return to Ashdale Town around evening.

was secretly making up the various origins of this strange bald man in his heart, and the wild boar under the seat suddenly grunted twice, and then Feng Yinqiu also heard a sound in the distance slowly coming. After walking a little further, a line of carriages and horses also appeared in his sight.

It was supposed to be a caravan, but it looked a little different from a normal caravan. The most conspicuous were the four carts pulled by six camels, which looked like rhinoceros, but were much thicker, the size of elephants, but longer, and the carts they were dragging were the size of a moving house, full of goods. Feng Yinqiu has also seen similar camel beasts in Osstar City, it is said that the strength is huge, the endurance is long, and it can be used as a war beast in times of crisis, but it grows slowly, and it often takes more than ten years to grow a batch, and the food required is almost astronomical, so it is very valuable, and ordinary noble families cannot afford it.

Except for the camel beast, the several large carts pulled by it were not trucks in the ordinary sense. The overall frame is actually made of metal, and below are six pairs of twelve and a half people-high thick wheels, and the surface of the wheels is also covered with a thick layer of mastic-like things, which seems to be worn and shock-absorbing, and Feng Yinqiu can vaguely see that there seems to be some mechanism-like device on the axle, in this bumpy wasteland, the big car is not shaking much, it can be seen that the design is very exquisite. As for the other guards and merchants who were obviously not ordinary mercenaries, they were not very conspicuous in Feng Yinqiu's eyes.

At the same time as Feng Yinqiu looked at the caravan, the knights who looked like guards on tall horses around him were also looking at him, although they all meant to be vigilant, but he was just alone, and the appearance of riding a big wild boar was a little funny in the weird, and it was only a little vigilant, so he could get close.

"Haha, look! that guy rides a pig!" a voice suddenly sounded in the last cart. It turned out that the last car was not loaded with goods, but carried a huge carriage, and a teenager was poking his head out of the window of the carriage to look at Feng Yinqiu and laugh. As he shouted, two more teenagers' heads poked out, looking at Feng Yinqiu's appearance and laughing.

Feng Yinqiu glanced at the teenagers expressionlessly and stopped looking at them, it seemed that he had a strange temper that matched his weird and cold appearance very well, but in fact he kept it in mind. The caravan came from the southeast, but it was going in the same direction as him, and it was actually heading for the town of Ash Valley to the north. And in such a convoy, the teenager in such a large carriage will naturally not be an ordinary identity.

In fact, under Feng Yinqiu's deliberate perception, the faint arcane aura in the carriage already indicated that it was a mage's car. And the many well-equipped knight guards around also show that the status or wealth of that mage is not trivial.

"I can't imagine that in such a barren place as the West Coast, you can meet such an interesting mage as Your Excellency. The carriage door opened, and a middle-aged man stood up, smiled at Feng Yinqiu, and said, "I wonder if you can invite your Excellency to come up and chat?" Please forgive me for the laughter of the three children just now, they just lack knowledge. ”

This man is about 40 years old, except for some fatness that seems to lack exercise, and slightly puffy eye circles, but he is all dressed exquisitely. The blonde hair on his head, although undulating, was not a trace of messiness, there was no wrinkle on his blue robe, a single piece of crystal gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a white gold brooch inlaid with broken diamonds on his chest. Whether it is the tone or content of his speech, as well as the smile on his face, it gives people a sense of politeness and kindness, and if you think about it carefully, it seems to be a little distant. This kind of behavior may feel pretentious to others, but it seems to be as natural as breathing.

This is a noble mage. You can see it just by looking at the wind and the autumn. Baron Atokin, along with the other local mages of the West Coast whom he had seen before, seemed to be consciously or unconsciously trying to emulate this bearing, but compared to this man, it seemed much crude.

And judging from the arcane fluctuations faintly emanating from several ornaments on this middle-aged man's body, it is indeed not comparable to Baron Atokin and others.

"What? This weird man is actually a mage?" As soon as the middle-aged man's words came out, the other three teenagers suddenly became noisy.

"Ah, yes. If it weren't for the arcane arts, how could he have ridden on a wild boar that big... Think about it... It's called Dotara Boar, right? It was a ferocious beast, a peculiar creature of the Great Mountains, that occasionally roamed the Northland Wilderness. Before I set off, I had read the Northern Atlas. The arcane that can control such a beast should at least be the Three Rings, and at the level of a place like the West Coast, it should be good. ”

"Isn't it possible that he could be a druid? Aren't those monsters who believe in the sacred tree of life and the gods of the elements good at communicating with all kinds of beasts? ”

"Stupid, don't you see that he's wearing the protective cloak that alchemists used to do it? The druids only wear hides and leaves, and they don't use anything related to alchemy and arcane items, not even metal tools. ”

"That's right. And what's so strange about riding a wild boar, you don't know the quirks of those professors in the academy. Last time, there was a guy who actually demonstrated how to use fart gas to mutate into a stinky cloud, and smoked the whole classroom......"

"Thank you, let's go our separate ways. Feng Yinqiu rolled her eyes. Although he was actually very interested in this middle-aged man and these noisy teenagers, it seemed that they were all mage nobles from other places, but now that he was pretending to be something else, and he was going to Gray Valley Town, it was better to have more than less.

"It's a shame. I'm Dundell Gal Van Howard, from the Howard family of Oroystan. The middle-aged man bowed down and made the etiquette of a mage. "I wonder which glorious family on the West Coast you are from?"

Feng Yinqiu frowned slightly secretly. With the communication with Gawain during this time, he can now be regarded as having some understanding of the customs of the Euro continent. Saluting each other and asking the family is a very formal etiquette between mages, even those wandering mages who have long since declined their families, in the face of inquiries from fellow mages, they will definitely return the salute in a serious manner, and the bald mage he plays has a weird personality, and it seems too strange to be silent in this case.

But the problem is that he is not familiar with the mage families on the West Coast, and the formal etiquette of the mage nobles is not the same, but bears their own family imprints.

Quickly going through all the mage nobles he had seen in his mind, Feng Yinqiu raised his hand and clasped his thumb and middle finger, patted it on his left shoulder, and bowed down and replied: "Wende, from the Rothschild family." ”

"You're from the Rothschild family, so why don't I know you?" a teenager suddenly cried.

Feng Yinqiu secretly screamed that it was not good, and looked carefully at the young man who spoke up, a big face that seemed to be a little rude, which seemed to be a little close to the appearance of a certain noble mage in his impression, and his heart moved, and he asked with a cold face: "You are Roynala's child, why are you here, does your father know?"

The young man's face changed, and his head suddenly retracted directly. After a while, he reached out of the window again, and whispered with an uneasy expression, "This... The... Uncle, are you from a side branch family, and can you please not tell my father what he saw me?"

"Roynara must have been disappointed to know that his son, whom he had painstakingly sent to study at Oroyosta, had sneaked back. Feng Yinqiu replied with a cold face. Previously, because he wanted to coerce the port governor as a breakthrough, I had inquired about some information about him, and knew that he had sent his son to Oroyusta to study arcane arts, and he did not expect to meet here.

"Haha, this is just a less rigorous college internship. The middle-aged man laughed and said quite cheerfully. "The path of the mage is not just about perceiving the magic web in the meditation room and memorizing formulas in the library. Rich hobbies can cultivate the mood, and hands-on practice is also a good way to exercise the spirit. I invited them to come here with me, and I promise that they will pass at least one of their exams this year. ”

Feng Yinqiu was expressionless and silent, in fact, he really didn't know what to say.

"So, Master Winde of House Rothschild, may I invite you to come up and taste the wine from the Auro Plains? I'm also looking for a local mage from the West Coast to get a feel for the local culture. ”

The middle-aged mage, who called himself Dundell, once again used a very graceful gesture of invitation. Feng Yinqiu felt that he had no need to refuse anymore, so he commanded the wild boar to lean over, and then jumped directly from the pig's back and got into the carriage.

"What a vigorous skill, did you still serve as a battle mage in the Northern Legion?" Mage Dundell exclaimed, but made Feng Yinqiu stunned. In fact, he has already restrained himself, and he has not made any moves beyond ordinary people, at most he can only be regarded as more athletic than ordinary people, and he can't imagine that he can be praised by this mage from the imperial capital. However, looking at this mage's somewhat vain and fat face, you can probably guess that this noble mage only works in the meditation room and library on weekdays, occasionally using wine or something to cultivate his sentiments, and the other mages he knows are probably the same.

"It's just a normal workout. Well, let's start sipping the wine and have a good conversation. I would also like to know why you, a true nobleman from Ayurostan, came to this barren land where birds do not lay eggs. ”

Feng Yinqiu shrugged expressionlessly, after his face bones were deformed, even he could feel that his expression was a little distorted, so it was best to have such a cold and indifferent face. But in fact, he had already laughed out loud in his heart, mages from the former capital of the Arcane Empire were not easy to meet on this West Coast, even if they had suffered a catastrophe, but Ayurostan was now a holy place in the eyes of most mages, and he would have to visit it sooner or later. And the few trinkets on his body that shimmered with an arcane aura that was not weak, and it would be great if they could be borrowed and tasted.

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Baron Atokin gasped and arrived at the location of the SMS notification. In the post-imperial era after the Demon Net was shaken by the War of God's Wrath, this kind of arcane communication using the Demon Net has become less convenient, if it is only the text message technique of the second and third rings, it is only within tens to hundreds of miles depending on the environment, less than one-tenth of the Imperial Era, and it is also extremely vulnerable to interference. Even the Six-Ring Arcane 'Psychic Throbbing', which once covered the entire continent, now has only an effective distance of two or three thousand miles left at most.

Of course, among the legal arcane above the seven rings, there can still be arcane arts that transmit messages without distance restrictions and even across realms, but that is not a level that ordinary mages can touch.

"How's it going, has the mission you've been given?"

In the shadow of the bushes, a small man was walking anxiously about, and as soon as he saw Baron Atokin appear, he immediately came up to him and asked, and his anxiety was overflowing.

"Watch your tone, Mr. Stephen, you're dealing with a true Imperial nobility, not the lower organizations that need to be wooed up. Baron Atokin puffed up his chest and replied somewhat unceremoniously. The tone of the little man made him very uncomfortable, this was a very dangerous and probably noble fellow, but there was no reason to call him around. "I came here only because of my friendship with the Revival Society, and the reward you promised, not by your command. ”

“... Well, I apologize, Baron Atokin. The little man grinned unnaturally, as if he had to swallow a mouthful of stinky bread, and stepped out of the shadows. This is a small young man who looks thin and handsome, it is none other than Stephanie, the mage of the Renaissance Society who had fought with Feng Yinqiu and Liu Xuanying in Osstar City before, but she is still a man, and Atokin does not know her real gender.

"But... It was indeed a very important task, and it was issued directly through the Executive Department, but it was not a low-level task issued by us personally, otherwise we would not have used the arcane of the Six Rings to inform you. And I can tell you quietly that it is an extension of the will of the elders. If it weren't for our lack of manpower on the West Coast, and if it weren't for the failure of the last operation, which forced me and Pinks, the two remaining members of the Executive Department, to return to headquarters, you wouldn't have been able to help with such an important mission. Although it was said to be 'quietly', Stephanie's voice did not mean quietly, and she deliberately glared in an accentuated tone. "So you'd better be able to do it successfully. ”

The pride of the imperial nobles could not keep Baron Atokin back, he couldn't help but quietly take a step back and swallow a mouthful of saliva, and his erected chest also retracted. Whether it is a mage, a nobleman, or a speculative politician, any president of the Revival Society is a being who needs to kneel and worship. The others of the two Nine-Rings Arcane that fell from the sky in Osstar City might still be a little confused, but as soon as he heard the news, he immediately knew what was going on.

"Ahem, of course. It is the duty of every nobleman of the empire to do his best to fulfill the will of that great man. Baron Atokin coughed and replied solemnly. "In fact, that Westerner is really in a very dangerous situation. The dwarven warriors, as you know, are very powerful, and there are hundreds of dwarves who surrounded the Westerners and the paladins of the Guardian Hand, and almost slaughtered them. I have worked so hard and spent years of our family's hidden shadows and connections to sneak in, and finally I have seized an opportunity......"

"Enough. It took me eight flying scrolls to get here, but I didn't hear you tell you stories of your bravery. You answer me directly, did anyone bring it back?"

“... No. Baron Atokin's face was a little ugly, but he immediately continued. "But I did the basics perfectly, rescued him from Ashdale, and prevented him from going to Ashdale to participate in the dangerous cult of the gods. He should now go to the Coldwind Fortress with Guardian Gawain. ”

"Should you? Are you so sure they're not going back?" Stephanie's face was ugly.

"There's no reason why I have to let them follow me!" Baron Atokin argued. "It's very suspicious that I'm there alone, and I've been there for two days, and even if they rush back at once, the sacrifice would have been completed!"

"But the sacrifice isn't complete yet! if it's done, I'll know as soon as it's done!" Stephanie's face grew more and more ugly. "That's the West Coast A2 project that the organization has already designed, because we just need to test a strategic inference, so we didn't arrange and control the process! We don't know when that sacrifice will be completed or how it will be completed! But what I, and the organization must know, is that the Westerner involved? Will there be danger?"

“...... Haven't the caravan of Oroyosta arrived yet?, according to the time, they must have arrived two days ago..."Baron Atokin's face was covered with sweat, and his face began to turn pale, and he said half comfortingly, half with certainty: "They must go to the Stronghold of the Coldwind! They must go to the Stronghold of the Coldwind, and the knight of Gawain must have done so." Since Knight Gawain will definitely go, there is no reason for that Westerner to return to Ashdale alone. He's not stupid, isn't he going to die by himself......"

"If he's going to die, and he's really dead...... I've never seen an Elder take a goal so seriously anyway, and I've never seen an Elder get angry. But I'm pretty sure I'm very much reluctant to see it. Stephanie looked at Baron Atokin, and although there was no threat in her words, it still made Lord Baron's cold sweat rain and his face became more and more pale. "I don't think you want to see that, do you?"

"Okay. Now it's time for you to thank me for bringing out all the flying scrolls from the Central Branch's inventory this time... There are also those that summon the wind elemental scroll, but it's a pity that the wind elemental elder is not summoned...... But it was enough for me to get there. Stephanie pulled out a scroll from her waist and clicked it open with her mental power, and her figure began to float into the air.

"Wait... If it's such an important task and goal, why are you just coming here?" asked Baron Atokin on the ground, as if he had suddenly remembered something. "You're not the only executive cadre in the Central Branch, right? Will the two vice presidents come over in person?

"Do you want him to come?" Stephanie glared at him.

Baron Atokin hurriedly shook his head, and the fat on his cheeks flew up.

Stephanie stopped talking, turned her head and flew north, faster and faster, and it wasn't long before there was only a small dot in the sky.