The rapid turn of events left Adams with some signs of inflection, but he knew that the only thing he had to do now was to save Jim and his own lives.

Adams grabbed his wand, dodged in front of Jim, and swung it at the goblin as he prepared to mend it, knocking the dwarf goblin to the ground.

But the damn thing rolled over and got up from the ground, two little ugly eyes radiating hatred. It took two steps back, and the other goblin surrounded Adams in a horned motion.

"Osslav, what now?", Adams asked nervously in his mind as he turned to his wand. He'd never experienced a decent fight, and the situation was a bit overwhelming for Adams.

Of course, he hoped that he could flip the opponent to the ground and win easily with a few handsome spins like Jim, but the fighting legs undoubtedly told him that he couldn't even stand on his feet.

Osslav was extremely depressed at the moment, he had just come into close contact with the goblin's disgusting head, and the goblin's sticky snot and saliva almost got on his body. As a noble wand with a habit of cleanliness, it had some suspicions that Adams was deliberately disgusting himself.

"Dear master, there are many ways to solve the current situation, goblins are very resistant to magic, and the spells of the first ring and even the apprentice spells can easily damage them. ”

"If I could have used the spell?", Adams' face twitched slightly, deeply annoyed at the useless suggestion, the damn wand was useless.

However, he immediately remembered a good idea, he couldn't spell, but his wand could, so he commanded at the wand, "Osslav, quickly use the shadow bind to trap the two goblins on the other side." ”

Five black tentacles suddenly emerged from the shadows of the ground, wrapping the two green-skinned things tightly, Adams raised his pale wand in the air with both hands and beckoned at the two guys, and the other party foamed at the mouth and fainted, but his body was still twitching.

It's not going to die, damn, this goblin is too tenacious. He couldn't help but feel a little weak, he didn't expect to be attacked by goblin bandits today, and naturally he didn't go out with a dagger, and his wand was his only weapon.

Ten thousand grass and mud horses were joyfully sprinkled in Osslav's heart, and it almost fainted, and today the Most High Wand finally fell from the altar and gave a loving embrace to the filthy bodily fluids of the lower monsters.

Resisting the urge to scold, it whispered to Adams in a trembling voice, "Look, my lord, aren't these two goblins perfect for practicing magic?" ”

Oh, I didn't think of it, anyway, this guy is already unconscious and doesn't seem to be a threat, so it is better to practice the few spells that have been extorted from the Pale Wand in the last two days.

Adams gave up beating the goblin and took two steps back, recalling the knowledge in his head.

Through these few days of study, Adams understood that if you want to release magic, the first thing is to be able to sense the magic power, and then transform the magic power, and then release it through a series of guidance and arrangement, so as to produce an effect.

But what bothered him the most was that he couldn't accurately sense magic at all, only a feeling that came and went from time to time, and in standard terms, his magic affinity didn't seem to be very prominent, although it hadn't been specifically tested, but it wouldn't be much higher than ordinary people.

Osslav also has no good advice for this situation, since the moment it was born into a self-soul, it is a treasure of necromancers, the flow of magic power has no secrets in front of it, and the past few holders are all powerful people above the Great Magician, and even the two-headed cannibal mage who reluctantly cooperates with him in order to recover his strength after being hit hard is a formal spellcaster, and there is no need to think about this low-level problem at all.

In fact, there are not many treasures that enhance the affinity of magic, but none of them can be easily obtained by Adams, who has no power, no money, and no power now.

Adams sighed softly and put down his wand with some reluctance. Turning around and taking the Mithril Sword from Jim, ending the life of the Goblin Sin.

Most of the magic extorted in the past few days is necromantic spells, mixed with a small amount of basic magic from other systems. Among them, there are two most basic apprentice magic in the necromantic system, which are the Dark Curtain and the Shadow Manipulation. There is also a basic apprentice spell of the wind system, Light Body Technique.

It's a pity that he can't release any of them.

A slight cough sounded not far away, and the coachman of the carriage slowly got up from the ground, who, like Jim, had only suffered minor injuries.

After helping Jim back into the carriage, the coachman stood respectfully in front of Adams, thanking the two young men for saving their lives.

"My lord, thanks to you and your heroic companions, the little old man's life can be saved?"

Adams glanced at him, the coachman was actually fine, but he had been lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, looking like he was going to run away at any time when something was wrong, and he didn't pretend to wake up until he saw that the goblins were all gone.

However, he naturally would not pierce the coachman's careful thoughts, although he was slightly dissatisfied with his lack of help, but after all, he was indeed just an ordinary person.

Confused, he asked the driver, "Are there any monsters on this road?"

The coachman replied respectfully: "No, no, under the light of Mother Earth God, monsters rarely attack travelers on the road, otherwise I wouldn't dare to do business little old man." ”

As he spoke, he took out a small dagger and cut off the dead goblin's left ear, putting it in a bag and handing it to Adams.

"When you arrive in Tahrir City, you can go to the Adventurer's Tavern and use this to prove your achievements, and the nobles will reward you. ”

Adams took the bag with some surprise, thinking that there was such a good thing, and it was rare for these nobles to have such kindness for no reason in the area of influence of the Templars where there were not many monsters.

He nodded, said no more, and climbed into the carriage.

The coachman closed the door playfully, whistled to call back the frightened old horse, and re-tied the reins. He sighed, spat to himself, and scolded in a low voice: "This ghost world", and then raised the horsewhip in his hand. Shout "Drive".

As the wheels rolled, the carriage jolted again as it headed on the road to the city of Tahrir.