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"Level 2 Object Shifting Magic: Locking Technique. As the mage raised his left hand, the jug that had been placed under the caretaker's table swayed and floated.

The black clay pot didn't fly straight towards the sorcerer.

Suspended in the air, it quietly and steadily came to the cell closest to the exit of the tunnel, tilting the spout slightly and splashing water on the lock.

Then it came to the second cell, the third cell, the fourth cell......

Some people were still trying to look out, while others saw the jug moving in the air and quieted down.

By the time each lock was soaked in clean water, the jug shattered to the ground.

A crisp cracking sound, wasted with pleasure.

The wizard raised his right hand.

"Listen to the words of winter, listen to the voice of the extreme south and the north. Absolute Command, Freeze, and Level 5 Technique Unfold. ”

He snapped his five fingers, and at the same time, all the locks clicked and fell to the ground.

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Causes the water to freeze and expand quickly, thus damaging the parts of the lock and key from the inside.

No matter how bulky the lock, it is the creation of exquisite craftsmanship. Strong means fragile at the same time.

It was the method that Moshi had come up with when he was thirsty—simple and quick, and it worked.

But while it is logically simple, it is not easy to do in practice.

If it weren't for the mandatory flash freeze by absolute directive, the running water would find a suitable outlet for itself before it was completely frozen, thus avoiding stress rather than deliberately creating it. The "Absolute Command" can make the expansion of water reach an explosive effect in an instant, which is a small but remarkable ability.

Mo Shi has always cared about the success of what he has carried out. As a result, he would not be willing to choose a slightly lower form first, and then use a higher level if he failed.

Tiredness mixed with happiness made him breathe well for the first time in days.

He pushed open the door and stepped out through the shattered lock, which emitted a hint of cold air.

At the same time, the other people in the cells finally reacted, rushing out and running towards the outside of the tunnel. And the young man with short brown hair stopped in front of him.

"Where are you going, sir?" he said, picking up an iron rod from the wall, which had been used as an instrument of interrogation, and placing it on his shoulder.

Mo Shi smiled calmly: "I'm going to find my best friend." ”

"Friend?" the young man rolled his ears curiously, "then I will accompany you to him." ”

"What's your name?"

"My name?" said the young man, touching the tip of his nose, "you can call me Longtail." If you know someone who already has a guy called Longtail, you can also call me 'Ochre', that's my last name, it's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it?

Mo Shi raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but look at the tail behind the young man.

It was indeed a beautiful slender dog tail.

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They walked out of the tunnel together, and after walking a few steps outside, they soon saw a chaotic battlefield of hand-to-hand soldiers in the square.

The bluebird was calling to him.

Moshi knew it was desperate to get back to him.

Mo Shi listened to the humming of the blue bird and walked straight into the battlefield.

"My lord?!Are you crazy?" Nagao stood in the corridor, clutching the iron rod tightly, he hesitated for a moment, but rushed forward to block a long sword that was about to stab at him. At this time, the battlefield was almost indistinguishable from friend to foe, and the soldiers just did not cut down those who wore the same armor, and as for the others, they were the objects that the blade was eager to slash.

"If you were dying, you should have told me sooner! But if you were dying, what would happen to my wine?"

Mo Shi heard the young man's surprised questioning.

But he walked forward anyway, a strange calm enveloping his heart, as if the blades and the tall warriors were insignificant, distant images, and nothing more.

Then it dawned on him that -

War.

The soldiers of the Firesparrow brought catapults and crossbows that had never existed in the royal city, and knights with complete harnesses, and used them to break down the gates of the ancient city. This meant that advanced weapons were now known to the majority, and were no longer a small-scale attempt and gift for the King of Firebird to enjoy.

They are about to officially enter the stage of history and "add glory" to the bloody battlefield.

Moreover, it has won more "Civilization Progress Index" for Moshi.

Mo Shi walked slowly beside him, raising his hand to look at his fingers.

He could feel it—though he couldn't know the exact data that was being quantified because the bluebird wasn't around—but he could feel it—and he even remembered somewhat...... Reminisced about the ...... he had encountered. Something terrible.

And as he walked through the cacophony of blades and flesh tearing around him, Mo Shi could feel that the flow of magic was becoming more fluid and smooth, and at the same time, more knowledge of higher-level transfer magic naturally jumped through his mind.

He spread his five fingers:

"Angel wings, dragon scales. Unapproachable in the World: Level 5 Technique Unfolds——"

All the blades that were slammed at him were gently flicked away, and he walked unhindered through the place where the two factions were fighting. The splatters of blood were only two steps in front of him, and the dust brushed against him.

"I'll prepare wine for you, as much as you want. Mo Shi looked back at the young man, who was caught between two soldiers. Mo Shi raised his hand and "waved" away from the enemy who was attacking the young man's back, literally, just bending his fingers from afar, as if pushing away a tin puppet with a long stick.

The young man raised his iron rod to block the slashing sword, and his eyes widened when he saw the strange appearance around Mo Shi.

"I already remember your name. I'm not going to break my word. ”

After saying this, the mage continued to walk forward, as if he were truly far away from everything here.

"Wait—"

However, the chaotic battlefield soon encircled him again. The mage's figure vanished into the chaos, and the young man had to continue to resist with all his might, and quickly retreated out of the melee.

He knew that life was more important than anything else.

Still, really—

"Damn, is God allowing this, that...... Did I just dream?"

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Walk through the square, through the gardens, through the promenade, through the staircase that wraps around the spiral, through the artificial lake and the bridge over the babbling stream.

Countless corpses and broken armor were thrown in the road. Mo Shi walked forward, his boots stained red with blood.

Eventually, he came to a narrow courtyard where a dozen or so men were wielding weapons at each other, each bruised and bruised. Moshi saw his staff lying on the grass, stained with dirt, grass clippings, and dew.

He walked over, ignoring the terrified warriors.

He picked up his belongings from the ground.

In this moment, he finally felt calm enough that reason returned to his tired body and mind.

He looked up and looked over the corridor that connected the buildings on both sides, and suddenly saw Manka Golden Lion and Mansey Golden Lion facing each other with swords.

The brothers stood at the door of the beautiful palace called the Place of Tranquility, which housed the enormous, splendid golden coffin of King Manlun, which has not yet been buried.