It was dawn, and the townsfolk were clearly concerned about the previous night's battle, and when they left their work to go to the garrison camp to find out, the mummy Ellis and other miserable-looking wounded in the hospital bed poured a bucket of ice water on their eager anticipation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mother Goddess is above, those damned robbers will be damned!" Several old men caressed the wounds of the young warriors, and the curses let out were heavy with grief.

Scott went out of the tent to greet his father and fellow villagers, and was hugged by two aunts, one left and one right, and cried. The town's remoteness, where most of the aborigines' income comes from their own crops or handicrafts, is a huge blow to some goods whose freshness is the main commodity.

"The enemy is far more powerful than we think," Scott struggled to reassure the fruit-growing ladies, "but on behalf of the town garrison, I swear by honor and faith in Grassis that I will drive out the robbers and give you a safe trade route." ”

"Why was it beaten like this, yesterday an oracle swore to me that more than a thousand people would win a great victory if they could not defeat three hundred robbers, what unforeseen changes happened in between?"

A normal question choked Scott's throat, last night's battle was the largest and most complicated he had ever experienced in his twenty years in the army, and he was hesitating to discuss the truth when a short old man separated the crowd and squeezed over.

Eli's face was flushed with a mixture of intense exercise and extreme excitement: "Vice-...... Vice-Captain, that ...... Enemy...... Kourd, where? ”

Scott's face twitched, and he weakly reached out and pointed to a large tent next to him.

Eli didn't stop and went straight over, and bumped into Bai Leng who was opening the door head-on.

"Where's the thing, take it out and I'll take a look!"

Bai Leng was afraid that the old man had high blood pressure, so he took him aside and dragged out a pair of red wolf skin tubes from his backpack, each hair shining with a crystal translucent feeling in the early morning sun, warm and delicate.

Of course, this is the battle robe of the Fire Demon Wolf before his death, when he retreated from the mountain road, Bai Leng didn't care about anything and just held this leather tube in his hand, and it turned out that his choice was correct.

Eli was holding a wolf's skin, like a woman in red that he had loved for a long time, and if he played a waltz at this time, it would definitely be a moving dance drama.

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful......" Eli didn't pay attention to the gloomy faces of the villagers behind him at all, and dragged Bai Leng to ask for some details.

"How long has it been since this skin was peeled off?"

"Is there a gap? You pull this head, I can't open it alone. ”

"It's really beautiful, this kind of fur is definitely worthy of being a tribute to the Earl's Court this year." Eli carefully pulled a fiber from it, pinched the ends and gently pulled it to test the flexibility: "I've heard that most of the fur of Warcraft will have a little elemental residue, is it true?" ”

"How did I know, I have to ask someone magician about this kind of thing." Bai Leng was absent-minded, frowning and looking around: "Give it at the price as promised, and the skin will be yours." ”

"No, I'm responsible for my own cargo, where is Mr. Herman, I'm going to ask him, if I make an overcoat and hurt the Earl, I can't afford it."

"Inside." Bai Leng pointed to the tent he had come out of.

"If you want money urgently, you can go directly to my store to pick it up, and say that I asked you to come."

Eli slammed into the tent with his short legs, and the red wolf skin tube in his arms rippled: "Mr. Herman, can you help me take a look......"

In response to him were two arcane missiles that were rapidly tumbling and flying.

"No, no, no, no......" At the critical moment, Eli chose to use her body to protect the care of her own branch at Earl's Court next year.

"Serrotarasia!"

The loud spell caught up with his ears, and the arcane missiles were like two fat fish struggling in a pot of oil, and the liver, spleen, and kidneys in the body rushed out of control under the torment of the high temperature, and finally turned into a wave of qi that blew Eli's wig away, revealing his bare head and middle top.

"How many times do you want me to say, you must pay full attention when casting spells, you two put away the magic scroll, and recite the first ten precepts of the arcanist for me again!"

The two unlucky men who had been named stood up in frustration, and one of them glared at Eli as if to blame him for distracting himself by his reckless intrusion.

He was distracted, but Eli's spirit might be back in his body for a while. "Mr. Eusein, I'm teaching these oracles, if you don't have anything important, can you talk about it later?"

Herman was an elegant man in his forties, with long, pale gray curls as docile and fluffy as his character, but whenever things came to something about the arcane, the guy quickly changed his attitude to become an unsmiling old pedant, as he is now.

"The first rule is not to pursue the principles of the highest arcane......"

"Stop! To whom do you speak these words? Who would believe the promises made by you guys who make it a habit for no reason? Do it all over again! ”

"I swear by the name of the great Glathes and the Almighty Lord of the Sky, Tobias, that I will not engage in any act that undermines the harmony and stability of all living beings on the pretext of pursuing the highest arcane principles; Never ......"

Hearing the hapless ghosts reciting the precepts aloud, Herman's gloomy face softened slightly.

"Since you have chosen to embark on the path of mastering the mysteries of the universe and manipulating the power of the Origin, you must abide by the rules set by the Precursors. It's not that you can be called an arcanist if you pass those exams that I don't even think are as good as the entrance test questions for aristocratic children, but you must have the least reverence for knowledge and strength, and a serious attitude towards learning, so that you can barely be called into this door! ”

Mr. Herman was so loud that he scared the newcomers into making a fuss, even though they might have blasted him ten thousand times with an arcane missile in their minds.

"Who's next?"

"I, it's my ......" The thin man raised his hand timidly, like an elementary school student who had been named by his teacher for the first time.

"Gonzalez Lincoln, don't be nervous, relax, settle your mind, feel this ubiquitous, silky power with your heart, yes, I see you're about to touch it, find a moment you see fit, wake them up with a spell!"

The thin man scolded Made's retardation in his heart, and Lao Tzu didn't feel the things you said at all, but he didn't dare to pause at all: "For the sake of detail, Saihamadoro ......"

The Arcane Missile is an entry-level spell for the Arcanist, with only four bars of spells and a simple mana configuration, which only needs to gather the silky so-called arcane energy floating in the air and roll it into a ball to throw out.

Doesn't it sound very simple, hehe, let Comrade Gonzalez, who has been devastated by endless failures dozens of times, tell you what it means to force a concrete explanation of the concept of idealism.

Perceiving the Arcane is not the point, the system detects that you have the right starting style, spell or chant syllable, rub it, as an apprentice rookie, your whole vision will change, and those Arcans floating in the air in the Arcanist's mouth will really brush it like spider silk in the silk cave in front of you.

The challenge was to put the lilac (why lavender, ask Blizzard Dad) threads together and shape them into a specific shape. According to Marxist philosophical theory, everything is in eternal motion, how can the Ao Neng, a unit of energy virtualized by the planners, violate the basic principle of supremacy so far?

So the Ao Neng will not obediently float in the sky and accept the take, you drive them with your hands (no, the mind), they will run away, and the closer the two different arcane energies are, the greater the repulsion between them, but it is not that it is completely impossible to integrate these strands according to the prescribed shape, what you need to find is the point at which your own driving force and the repulsive force between the arcane energy reach a balance, in Marx's words, the degree.

Arcane missiles only need a pair of arcane energy to fit in two semicircles, stabilize for about a second, the entire spell casting process is completed, the power of the spell depends on the number of arcane energy aggregated, you let the arcane magic guide release an arcane projectile, maybe you can wedge dozens of pairs of arcane energy, and even pinch you into the shape of concentric circles to seek the continuity of the spell liberation. However, controlling the arcane energy will continue to consume mental power, and the mental power used to cast such a super arcane bullet should be able to be used to build a spell style with a better effect.

At this moment, our thin mage is still experiencing the third failure in his life, and finally grabbed the left semicircle, but the right half circle drifted away unconsciously, once Ao Neng deviated from the adjustment range delineated by the system, sorry, do it again. The whole missile was annihilated in his hand with a thud, and the sound was quite indecent.

"Wait a minute, practice yourself, the next one."

Rong Zixin glanced at the clock in the tent, stopped listening and retreated. When the thin man saw him gone, he greeted Herman and left after him.

"I don't want to play anymore, it's so hard, you know what kind of mystery can be held in your hand like a loach, no, it's a magnetic loach." The thin man chirped and released negative energy at Rong Zixin: "Brother Wa, I'll learn kung fu from you, it feels simpler than this." ”

"It's so impatient, it's hard to do anything well." Rong Zixin glanced at him: "I think you have a better chance of doing this than being a warrior, after all, you passed the test with real skills, and if you say give up, give up, what do you make that idiot think of Kord?" ”

"How could he think, just come up and slap me." The thin man sighed: "I thought that if I was selected, I could become the main output of the team, who knew that I was so cheating." ”

"Let's go, Griffin's Forge, give it to Nicholas if you can't use that armor, he didn't buy it."

"Grass, any good thing can happen to him."

Before I knew it, it was noon, and Scott's temporary psychological counselor job was able to leave his job, and he walked into Herman's tent with a sweat on his head, and His Excellency the mage also strengthened the magic barrier inside the tent with a sweat, and was bombarded by dozens or hundreds of missiles, and the energy inside the circle was exhausted.

Witnessing the countless and unbelievable failures of the rookies, this relatively young mage felt like he had ten years to live less.

"Although there are a few average, most of the differences in qualifications are rare in my life." Herman took out a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat from the tip of his nose: "Scott, is this really possible, the application of mages on the battlefield is a science, I have not held the position of a field mage regiment, and my experience in this area is very limited." ”

"At this point, we can only trust the one who looks reliable among these unreliable guys." Scott handed over a battle plan, the last page of which was picked up by the breeze that had flooded into the account, and the signature column prominently showed a line of inky grass that had not dried up:

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