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Gentlely, sitting on a large rock with a sluggish face, quietly looking into the distance, behind him was a large sturdy tent, and Iroh was handling the freshly caught fish with a saber by the stream on one side.

In three days, Wen Wen has been able to communicate with Ai Ruo simply, because if you listen carefully, the difference between Ai Ruo and Wen Wen's words is actually not as huge as imagined, but there is a certain difference in pronunciation or mouth shape, if you use gestures or other auxiliary methods, the two people can still achieve a certain amount of communication.

At first, Wen Wen thought that Ai Ruo would take him to the camera crew or something, after all, he always thought that this was just a show, and Ai Ruo was just an ordinary prop, but soon, he found out that he was wrong.

Iroh took him to her temporary quarters, a simple camp built by the stream, where no modern technology was found along the way, and everything around him was a real primeval forest.

Subsequently, when he communicated with Elolian, he was completely blindfolded.

Ai Ruo told him that she was a warrior, and that this was the Pale Woodland in the Shadow Inheritance Country of the Continent of Life, and that there were many low-level magical beasts here, and that their magic cores were very useful to magicians, so they were very valuable, and she was here to hunt them.

What a mess......

Of course, Wen Wen knows the Pale Glade, the birthplace of the wandering swordsman in the Dota Tower, and he is actually in this ghost place now, that is, he has not only crossed over, but also penetrated into the world in the game?

How is this possible.

To be honest, as an avid dotaer, Wen Wen's heart is still extremely excited, after all, he really wants to see with his own eyes what the heroes in the game are like, of course, if it weren't for the terrible giant wolf before.

Ai Ruo told him that the wolf was a high-grade low-level demonic beast, and she didn't have much chance of winning against this giant wolf, so she didn't make a rash move, and that wolf had obvious intelligence, which was the best evidence that it wanted to advance to an intermediate demonic beast.

At this point, Wen Wen's heart was still half confused, after all, this kind of thing was too unbelievable, so he asked Ai Ruo if he knew about the wandering swordsman.

"What's that?"

This is the answer that is mildly obtained.

The undying gentleness asked Ai Ruo the names of many heroes again, whether it was the title or the real name, Ai Ruo didn't know.

What's going on?

"Do you know the Mad Moon?"

"You know, it's rumored to be an ancient prison, where these two super beings of infinite strife are imprisoned. Later, he exploded or something, the cathartic energy tore the entire earth, and this was the birth of the Continent of Life, and the Radiant and Dire were also born at that time, but those ancient legends, who knows whether they are true or false. ”

Could it be that the world he came to is not the world of Dota that he knows, but why is there the explosion of the Mad Moon, in the orthodox Dota history, Radiant and Dire were indeed born after the explosion of the Mad Moon, and they used their respective energy to attract the natives of the Dota world, which gave birth to heroes one by one.

Could it be that the timing of your time is wrong?

To verify this question, Wen Wen asked Arro another question.

"Karl, do you know?"

The simple question was like a drop of water in the boiling oil, which instantly made Ai Ruo boil: "Of course! The greatest magician in the world, who does not know, the legend says that he alone will have ten different attributes and different forms of spells, it is said that he was born in ancient times, escaped the explosion of the mad moon, and some people say that he can blow up half a continent alone, and it is said that he also has the most handsome appearance in the world......"

Wen Wen didn't listen carefully to the next words, not only because it was difficult to understand what Ai Ruo was saying, but with the expression of the little girl chasing stars on her face, Wen Wen could roughly guess what she was talking about.

For the true history of Karl the Supplicant, mildness is much clearer than she knows!

Invoker, Karl!

In its early days, magic was essentially an art of memory, and some believe that this is its most powerful form, requiring no technology, no wands, or other means of casting spells, as long as you have the heart of a magician.

All the pictograms in the rituals were only a means of memorization, and the original intention was to allow the caster to recall the large number of details and steps taken when casting a spell, and in those days, the greatest mages were the ones with the highest talent for memory, but magic invocation was too difficult for all mages to specialize.

Even the hardest mage, who dedicates his life to magic, can only master three or four spells at most. The average mage would be content to master two, and the country mage would be fine with only one spell - even then, on the rare occasions when magic was really needed, he would have to resort to the tome to overcome his forgetfulness. However, among those early spellcasters, there was one exception, a genius with superior intelligence and an amazing memory, known by the name of the Invoker.

It was rumored that at a young age, the Invoker had mastered no less than ten spells, not four or five, not seven or eight, but ten, and he could cast them effortlessly. He had learned more spells, but he felt that they were useless, so he tried them once and then completely forgot them in his head, so as to make room for other, more useful spells. These spells include the art of eternal life, spells that make the caster immortal.

Karl the Supplicant was from time immemorial, more learned than anyone else, and his mind still had the strength to contemplate his infinite self-worth...... And many more spells - spells he used to amuse himself in the long twilight of the end of the world.

One of the oldest beings among Dota Heroes!

"You know heroes, so you really aim to be a hero?" Just as he was gently recalling Karl's information, Aaron asked softly on the side.

"Be a hero?"

reacted gently, and after confirming that he had heard correctly, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, he knew that most of these heroes were from this source, that ancestor or something, what else could this become?

"How do you become a hero?"

"You know Carl, a powerful hero, but you don't know how to be a hero?" Ai Ruo was surprised to hear the gentle words, "Then do you know the Hero Tavern and the Hero Certification System?" ”

Looking at the gentleness of a curious baby, the sense of superiority in Ai Ruo's heart was completely stimulated, and then she spent two full days explaining the concept of hero to gentleness thoroughly.