Mosslant?? The oil cake stepped down from the luxurious carriage, and he frowned at the hardstone floor under his feet, there was no red carpet, no attendants lying on his stomach for him to step on, and no magic levitation, so that his feet could not be touched by the dirt, such ground......

"Grandpa, are you really coming here?" Moslant?? Oil Cake frowned and withdrew his foot, while saying dissatisfiedly to one of the people in the carriage.

Inside the carriage, a majestic old man about one meter tall and wearing a luxurious magic robe nodded and said, " You have to come, I made it clear to you, Moslant, you are my best heir, it only took five years to become a second-order magician, but to become a high-level magician, you must spend ten years to slowly study super magic skills, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, maybe thirty years, and then after becoming a high-level magician, it will take a hundred years to become a legend, this is still possible after using the legendary magic I left behind, you will become a legend at least three or four hundred years later, and I ...... You have less than fifty years left to live, do you know what that means?"

Moslan listened respectfully, but didn't say a word.

The old man continued: " We are high-level gnomes, the number of earth spirit derivative races is almost the first, although everyone in our clan has magic talents, and the proportion of excellent magic talents is also very large, but because of the scarcity of numbers, we have no race to rely on, and we who are magically special, it is extremely difficult to increase our lifespan, even if we become legends, we only have a lifespan of five hundred years at most, unless I become a demigod, but my magic talent is actually not top-notch, and it is a step worse than you, I can't become a demigod in my life, and you are different, Moslant, you have a chance to become a demigod。 ”

"After I die, my magic tower, my magic scrolls, and the wealth I have accumulated over the past five hundred years are all sources of trouble for you, but without these, your path to becoming a legend will be extremely bumpy, and you may have wasted too much time to sprint to a demigod, just like me, so I must find you a mentor before I die, a mentor who will protect you enough to discourage all those who covet my legendary wealth. ”

Moslan suddenly said disdainfully, "So, Grandpa found me a second-order magician?"

The old man glared at Moslant, and he said earnestly: "It's a second-order arcanist, I asked you to read the information carefully, but you didn't listen, so you ran to spend all day drinking with those gentlemen, can you believe what they say?"

Moslan pursed his lips, what he knew about this one was indeed from the high-level ball, as he was born and raised in the most prosperous area of the business alliance, it was naturally impossible for him to be like the Jinhe City in the remote mountainous area, where the heirs of the legends and demigods, they formed a circle of their own, and they belonged to the most unprovoked and most noble second-generation circle in the entire business alliance, like those who were the heirs of powerful people, the heirs of big businessmen, and the heirs of top business groups, they were only worthy of being their younger brothers.

And recently, a person's name often appears in the mouth of their circle, the second-order magician Wu Ming, a ghost who has only been born for a long time, backed by a demigod dragon lich, in the edge of the mountainous area as a prestige, known as a tyrant Yunyun, very do not put their contemporaries in their eyes, for this Wu Ming, these second generations will be extremely filthy, extremely slanderous, as if this Wu Ming is an extreme villain, only dare to nest in the edge of the mountains to claim the king, once they these second generations really meet this guy, this guy is estimated to fall directly to the ground, keep begging for mercy。

Although Moslan knew that the truth would definitely not be as the people in their circle said, but he had long been a little more disdainful of this fortunate Wu Ming in his heart, until now, his grandfather actually asked him to worship this Wu Ming as a teacher, he was actually 100,000 unwilling in his heart, but he had always been a good child in front of his grandfather, and he couldn't say anything to refuse, but he had already made a decision in his heart, and when the time came, he would make a fuss here, kill a few subordinates, and embarrass Wu Ming, so that Wu Ming would retreat knowing the difficulty, and he actually wanted to be the mentor of the masterIt's really tired and crooked, a mere second-order, what kind of thing?

The old man didn't seem to notice what Moslan was thinking, he seemed to have a lot on his mind, and he didn't say anything for a while, but took the lead in getting out of the carriage, and Moslan could only pinch his nose and follow behind him.

At this time, an attendant came up to receive him, and the old man said, "I am Mobizate?? Oil cake. After speaking, he didn't say anything, just looked at the squire coldly.

This squire was a human blood clan, and he stood respectfully, but he was silent.

Mobizat frowned, and at this time, an attaché who followed stepped forward and said loudly to the blood clan: "This is Lord Mobizart? What's the matter? I don't know!?"

The human blood clan smiled and said politely: "Is there an invitation letter, or is it delivered to visit the post?" If not, please go to the post station to rest temporarily, we will sort out the information of the guest as soon as possible, so as to facilitate the Exit and Entry Department to complete the information transmission as soon as possible, and we can confirm whether the guest is qualified to enter the core territory within about three working days." ”

The attaché was furious, and directly pulled the collar of this blood clan and shouted: "How dare you!? Do you know who you are talking to!? This is Lord Mobizate, the legendary great magician!! Blind your dog's eyes, even your lord has to call him a master when he sees it, how dare you speak like this!?"

The Blood's smile faded as he pointed to his collar and said, "Is this a threat?"

Mossland, Mobizart, and the entourage pulling his collar, and more than thirty followers behind him, they were all stunned, and then a few seconds later, except for Mobizart, they all laughed, Mosland sneered and approached the attendant, kicked him in the stomach, and then said while laughing: "Spare your dog's life, let me hear a nice joke, get out, open the barricade, if you don't do it in a minute, I'll make you a meat puppet to play." ”

The blood squire sneered, took a whistle directly from his neck, and after blowing, several death knights walked out of their posts around, but Moslan was not afraid, just counting the numbers, and then, he heard a voice.

"Kneel down in three seconds, or please die, pay attention, I added a word please, it's polite!"

Moslan was still stunned, and he found that his grandfather, the Great Lord, the legendary Great Magician, had a territory of more than 5 million square kilometers and more than 80 million people, and was known as the top five masters in the magic field of the Business Alliance.

The entourage of the organic spirit also immediately followed and knelt down, a little stunned, but he didn't know that three seconds had passed, and then a white mark crossed, and all the entourages who were still standing were cut into two pieces, but what was strange was that their corpses did not shed the slightest trace of blood, but the entire corpse was all shriveled, as if it was a hundred-year-old dry corpse, and there was not even a little water on the whole body, and it was as dry as dead wood.

Moslan was still on his knees stupidly, he didn't even know what was going on, and then he keenly discovered one thing, his grandfather, the grandfather he admired the most since he was a child, that invincible legendary great magician, once killed another legend by magic, and was considered one of the most likely candidates to become a demigod in the legend, Mobizate?? Oil cake, he, he's actually shaking.

Then Moslan saw a ghost, a very peculiar ghost, holding a huge scythe that seemed to have frost on it, a skeletal and a ragged cloak with a cold white glow, suspended in mid-air and above his and his grandfather's heads.

"Did you threaten and attack Lord Wu Ming's core territory staff?" the ghost asked.

Mobizart?? The oil cake really trembled, and he buried his head in a trembling voice and said, "My lord, spare my life, we don't know ......"

"I don't know if this is the entrance to Lord Wu Ming's core territory, or do you not know that this attendant is a staff member in the core territory?" the ghost said in a voice that seemed to come out of the abyss of a cave.

"Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives. "Mobizart?? Oil cake just said.

The ghost looked at Mobizat deeply?? Oil Cake glanced at it, then looked at Moslant again, and said to the Death Knight: "Pull them to the square and whip them ten times, and then send them to the State Guest House, where they will wait for the review to be completed, if they are qualified to enter the core territory, then do what they do, if they are not qualified, they will be driven away directly, go." ”

The Death Knight saluted, "Yes, Lord Ice Scythe. ”

Moslan was immediately lifted up by the two death knights with their arms, as a high dwarf is a shorter existence than a gnome, different from goblins and high goblins, the height of high goblins is about the same as that of normal humans, and the average height of high gnomes is eighty centimeters to one meter, which is twenty or thirty centimeters shorter than the average gnome, and it looks a little smaller.

Moslan immediately became anxious and shouted loudly: "No, you can't, I, my grandfather and I are honored guests, you dare to treat your lord's distinguished guests like this!?You, ghost, who are you!What is your position? Let your lord come out!"

The ghost laughed, and saw that it had straightened out its ragged robes, and Moslan saw that there was a work sign on the chest of its robe with the words "Welcome Attendant" written on it.

"I'm Lord Wu Ming's welcome attendant!, but the welcome attendant is the one who specializes in managing you so-called distinguished guests!" the ghost seemed to laugh proudly.

Moslant was stunned again, he pointed at the ghost, and just shouted: "Welcome squire, welcome squire, wait, wait a minute, welcome squire is not ......"

Gradually, he was dragged away by the Death Knight, and his voice could not be heard......