Demigods? Zhang Li is indeed a demigod, at least compared to those fakes who believe in gods, he deserves to be a demigod. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But in essence, he is a demigod with a little bit of moisture.

Now, in the royal palace of Eresaras, a pen is eeriely drawing something, without anyone controlling it.

But even if someone sees it, they won't care, because there are many similar broomsticks outside of this "automatic" pen, which are also uncontrolled, and they all regard it as a miracle of magic.

But in fact, it is not, far away from this pen, the owner of the pen, that is, Zhang Li, is doing something with a constipated expression, but he is not really unable to excrete smoothly, so the reason why he is like this is the manipulation of the pen.

Because he didn't rely on his own efforts, but chose an opportunistic method to break through the demigod, he was always unable to do his own spiritual power like a finger, before he became a demigod, he could use his mental power to draw a picture or carve a beautiful object, but after becoming a demigod, although his spiritual power increased fiercely, but he could no longer do a fine thing.

So in a way, he's going backwards.

So he has to train himself, the farther away he is, the worse the control ability of the spiritual sense, so the pen he controls now is basically just an unsightly graffiti, but he will not give up.

For most of the demigods in the world of Azeroth, it would be unwise to work on such small things, preferring to pursue physical strength or study more powerful spells than to carve and paint.

Zhang Li didn't want to express any opinion on this, but could only say that his personal vision was different.

Because those demigods have never seen real demigods.

In Zhang Li's opinion, even he and Kil'Gardan are not real demigods, and real demigods should be strong in soul rather than physically.

If he can achieve perfect control of his spiritual power, he can condense his spiritual power into an incomparably tough line, and use this line to cut others, but now he can only use his mental power to squeeze others at most, if that person wears an epic armor, he may not even squeeze to death.

Spiritual power is like water, submerging a person in water does not necessarily die, unless it is immersed in the deep sea or increasing the density of the water, so that it is possible to kill others with pressure, but this kind of accumulation can not be done overnight.

However, the power of water is completely more than that, if the person who controls the flow of water can give water absolute speed, then even steel can be easily cut, what Zhang Li is doing is to give enough "speed" to his "water".

However, at this time, for some reason, Zhang Li suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart, as if something in the southeast was calling him, but he didn't feel it in detail.

He soon knew why he was so happy, for the whole kingdom had been blown upside down by this time, and the sky elves, who were chirping and laughing like little birds, shouting for the return of a certain creature, he only had to focus his attention on a single sky elf to get the answer.

"Avina is resurrected?" Speaking of which, since he returned from the Outlands, Avina hadn't paid any attention to him, and he thought that she had given up the idea of borrowing seeds, and he was a little regretful, but he didn't expect him to come back to life without a few wilts.

Then a short time later, the culprit who caused all the birds to sing came to him.

"You've been promoted to a demigod!?" There was no meaning to greet at all, and Avina came up and asked questioning questions.

And Zhang Li's eyes had turned into little stars at this time, because ah, a pink and tender little north nose was pointing at him and talking, which reminded him of when Candace was a child.

Don't get me wrong.,Although he's a perverted lolita.,But he won't be emotional about such a baby.,He's just not resistant to cute things.。

So Avina didn't wait for an answer, but waited for a big face to rub against herself.

"Hey, Avina, you're so cute now......"

"Huh? Woo...... Woo......"

………………

In Lakeside Town, Mayor Solomon was looking at the report in his hand with a blank face, all the names recorded on it were some red names, and most of the names were painted with big crosses in front of them, which was quite dazzling.

Red is not an auspicious color, each red name on it represents the identity of a seriously injured person, and the cross is drawn to mean that he has been rescued and returned to heaven.

I don't know how many names I saw, and many of them appeared the names of his colleagues, who served the local lords together, but these old fellows had already gone before him at this time......

He showed a helpless wry smile, as the war dead, the families of these people are all to settle, especially those knights with noble status, they can't die worthless, as the mayor of the town instead of the lord to manage the town, these compensation work for the families of the war dead naturally fell on his head, but where can he get the money to appease those families, during this time, the attack of the black stone orcs has become more and more fierce, and the money he can use has already bottomed out, and he also knows, Even the lord's coffers don't have much cash available.

Those nobles in Stormwind City have implemented a stocking policy over the years, and they have not received the slightest help, he doesn't know what the heads of those nobles think, and he has insulted those nobles many times, but in the end, it is up to him to think of a solution.

His head was bald......

However, there is some good news in the midst of all the bad news, such as the paladins from the Church of Truth.

The Church of Truth has been preaching vigorously since it revealed the true colors of the Old Church, but they have done their own thing, and have not installed many clergy in the army in order to gain the support of the nobility, as the Old Church did.

They formed a paladin unit called the Templars, an independent force that would fight with the army and would not require a salary from the nobility, but that would prevent them from following orders from their commanders unconditionally.

However, at present, it seems that such a knight order is very suitable for the needs of nobles everywhere, because they will not really let these paladins go up to charge, they are valuable medical personnel, so there is no question of ordering or not ordering.

There is such a knight stationed in Lakeside Town, and these life-saving oracles are currently the most popular people in the entire town.

After a brief tidying up, Solomon left his office and left with the unlucky report, he was going to take the bad news to the paladins, he knew that every time he went to get help from those knights, it was the only external force he could rely on all along.

But when he arrived at the church full of hope, he found that there were already guests visiting, oh my! If he was not mistaken, it should be the famous Marshal Wendsol, Solomon's bitter heart beat uncontrollably.

"Lord Marshal! Is that you?! Am I not mistaken!? I'm so glad you're here! Did you bring Stormwind's aid? Like a man who sees hope in despair, Wendthor was covered in hair when he looked at it with his radiant and expectant eyes.

He avoided his gaze very weakly, and was relatively speechless for a while.

“……”

Just as the man who had fallen into the water had managed to grasp a piece of grass, and the grass had broken neatly, the sparkle in Solomon's eyes dimmed with a visible speed, and then tears welled up in his eyes.

This half-bald middle-aged man actually cried directly, which shows how desperate he is in his heart.

Wendsol hurried up to appease him, and after a long time, Solomon stopped crying and smiled at Wendsol with some embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Marshal, I was so rude."

"It's not your fault, my friend......" Wendthor stopped talking, and finally sighed deeply and said, "The Stormwind Kingdom owes you so much......"

"Uh...... I think you've done your best, because everyone has their own problems. ”

"No, friend, I'm not going to defend anything, the nobles of Stormwind have gone too far over the years."

The two exchanged a few words, and Solomon also "coincidentally" let Wendsol know the purpose of his coming here, and by the way, he showed Wendsol the report in his arms, which made Windsol feel a lot more guilty.

"Solomon, I'm really sorry that you bear all these hardships alone, and I can't change their minds, but I'm here to do my part for you."

It turned out that Wendthor was about to go to the Burning Plains to help them fight the Blackstone Orcs, and he was the only one.

Concerned about this, Solomon signaled to report to his lord and try to send a patrol to escort him, but Wendthor vetoed it.

He knew that if the local lord knew about his arrival, not to mention that there was no escort team, there was even a possibility that a killer would secretly come out to vent his evil spirit.

"I'm not alone." Windsor looked at the busy paladins behind him, who were treating the local residents.

"I've convinced them that they'll come with me to the Burning Plains."