The fireplace burned brightly, spreading warmth and brightness to the small room.

The white-haired, white-bearded old man scribbles strange runes - words from the primeval world that, when completed, will be like a mischievous child, freeing himself from the parchment and floating around in this small semi-enclosed room.

The old man turned a blind eye to this and continued to write cryptic words on the parchment.

As more and more of these elven words grew, they began to move from wandering around the room to flying regularly.

Gradually, a large number of words surrounded by colorful rune rings like rainbows, centered on the old man's parchment. It's like shrinking Saturn's rings and duplicating them in many ways, full of mystery and fantasy.

However, just as these rune rings were growing more and more, and the speed of rotation was getting faster and faster, the old man stopped the quill pen in his hand.

If you look closely, you can see that his hands are trembling slightly, and the edges of the quill made of white phoenix feathers are inexplicably scorched.

"Old Shaman, there's news from Morag's side."

At this time, the door of the room was opened from the outside in.

As the light of the magic lamps in the outer hallway shone in, all the runes melted away like snowy white in the sun.

"Are you studying the runes on the map you found in that desert?"

Pierce. Green saw a rune floating in front of him, only half of it remaining and continuing to disappear, and said to the old man who seemed to be a little older than usual.

"There are too many lost human cultures in the eastern plains, and now we can only see some of the past human splendor from ancient books."

Sharman puts the quill brush, which is starting to turn a little burnt, back into the inkwell. He carefully rolled up the empty piece of parchment and put it back in the drawer, and then looked at the stocky old man in the doorway.

"What's wrong with that cursed cage? If it's just the same as last time, let those mages solve it. He pinched the bridge of his nose a little tiredly: "Magicians are the treasure of mankind, plagues and curses are filthy things, it is better not to contaminate them if you can." ”

"Morag's guards reported to the Seven Dawn Mage Towers in the surrounding cities that a strong magician had gone there and defeated the huge monster that had caused pollution, and created a huge castle out of thin air to suppress and seal the monster."

Pierce. Green said truthfully.

"Create a huge castle with a sealing function out of thin air?" Old Sharman stopped what he was doing, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more as he frowned: "If it's true." and not with false words. I'm afraid this magic has already stepped into the realm of the Five Rings, the 'miracle' level. ”

"I don't know when the Dao began, there will be more and more of these nameless powerhouses." Pierce. Green also sighed with emotion: "The little guy who directly summoned a powerful void creature in Hohenhagrid last time is not far from a miracle. ”

"A miracle is something that doesn't happen...... And to be able to do miracles. It shows that the other party has gone beyond common sense. He also became a member of our Grand Magician. ”

Old Sharman opened another drawer. From the inside, he took out a palm-sized, exquisitely made, small box filled with both beautiful and practical patterns: "Look at who is free in our group of old bones." Bring this to your new companion. It's still the old rule, let him come if he can come, and forget it if he can't come. ”

"It just so happens that I'm going to go back to the family to see and play with my lovely daughter recently, so I'll leave this to me." Pierce. Green took the box, and as soon as he flipped through it, the small box was gone.

"Your daughter is almost sixty years old, isn't she...... Soon it will be the age of an old woman. ”

Old Sharman stroked his beard and made a joke to Pierce.

"As long as I'm alive, she will always be the little girl who pesters me and calls me daddy in my eyes." The short and fat old man did not hesitate to shyly his stomach and made a declaration of daughter's control.

However, when he found that Old Shaman was staring at him with a smile, his old face turned red, and he immediately changed the topic: "Speaking of which, the little guy you said to pay attention to last time seems to have been to the Sanctuary recently, and he seems to think that the orcs are planning an attack on humans. But I asked Mrs. Sharon, and she said that the only gap in the Angola Mountains was the rest, and there was no sign of war. The only major event that happened during this period was the death of an illegitimate son of the royal family on the orc side, and he took thousands of people to accompany him when he held a funeral. ”

"Do you think he had an ulterior motive in spreading rumors?"

Old Sharman twisted his beard.

"It's not like that, judging from the events of several times in a row, that little guy is not bad by nature. It is estimated that he encountered some abnormal little things, and then he felt that he had discovered some big secret and began to spread it everywhere to enhance the popularity of his college. ”

Pierce didn't discredit Sivi much - his impression of Sivi was that he was half-dead by the guys who opened their mouths to judge the Holy Light in the Sanctuary, and the juniors who did quite well in Hohenhagrid: "But he's been too close to the Pure White Church lately, so it's better to beat it up if you have the chance." ”

It had never occurred to him that Sivi was the great magician they were talking about.

"That's it, I'm going to continue to study the difference between the Rune Rune and the Rune Rune, you go first."

After the matter was explained, Old Sharman did not drag his feet, and directly issued an eviction order to Pierce...... Half a century of friendship makes them not have to hide when they communicate.

"Be careful not to burp off. Among our group of old bones, you are the only one who has the hope of becoming a legendary mage before dying of old age. ”

- Sierra de Angola. Patrol Sentry –

The small sentry posts at the foot of the mountain are hidden in the lush woods, and even in late autumn, the woods show their strong vitality – even a small rock is covered with moss.

"Mana. Pad, you're lazy again! ”

A soldier in half-armor and a spear in his hand looked at his partner helplessly.

"Hey, Serbaorin. Jon, relax. It's not lazy, I'm just reading the letter that my Shanna sent me. The soldier known as Mana wore a tin helmet that was slightly thicker than a piece of paper, and did not care about his image as a child: "Do you know that she is a good girl, and she has been waiting for me in my hometown for two whole years!" ”

You have to say this more than 30 times a day. Listen, I don't want to hear your love stories, shut up now or I'll kick your ass in tin boots! ”

Grumbling, Serber sat down in the creaking chair and began wiping the tip of her gun with a dirty rag.

Compared to Mana. Pader's spear, which was already a little rusty, was well kept and shiny, like a new product that had just been cast.

"Oh no, you're sitting on the envelope Shanna gave me, get your big ass out of the way!"

After pushing the other party away, Mina solemnly folded the letter in his hand and put it back in the envelope: "This is the twenty-fourth letter I have received, and I will retire from the army starting tomorrow." ”

"I said man, are you really going to leave after two years?" Serbao Rin asked again.

"Of course, after patrolling this mountain, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow to get married!"

Carefully tucking the letter into his breastplate, Minna continued: "If memory serves, your term of service is approaching, right?" Are you going to stay in the army then? ”

"Of course, I'm defending my hometown and my family."

"Don't be funny, we're not even members of the Border Guards, we're just members of the Mountain Patrol Team, and we don't have anything to do with war or anything. Besides, with the high-level mages of Lawrences, those orcs can't get through the war at all, and it's absolutely impossible to start a ......."

Before he could finish speaking, the arrow suddenly shot from outside the patrol post and went straight into his neck!

Serborin didn't even feel sad or anything else, and when he turned his head to look outside, he found that in the forest that had just been empty, there were suddenly many burly figures.

"Enemy attack!"

It was the last moment of his life, and the thought that came to his mind. (To be continued......)