After thinking about it, he immediately raised his hands and slowly retreated, and shouted loudly in his mouth at the same time: "I surrender! surrender! Don't kill me! I, I'm a mage, don't kill me." ”

The two rushed to a halt, looked at each other and nodded, and one of them took off the white cloth on his face: "Woooo

"Huh?" The young man was stunned slightly: "Foreign language?"

Before his arrival, he had learned the lingua franca of the planet Tria from the ancient gods. But now the first time I come into contact with humans, it turns out that he is a foreign language speaker.

Suddenly, he pointed at himself with a smile, shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and handed over the knife.

No matter what country or region you are in, it should be acceptable to encounter language barriers. But the only weapon you hand over is undoubtedly a declaration of "I'm safe".

The two looked at each other again, and one of them immediately put away his scimitar and jumped off his mount, and walked quickly to the young man to take the knife.

Suddenly, at a glance at the magic book hanging from the young man's waist, the man immediately turned around with a knife and screamed in surprise.

The young man didn't understand what the other person was talking about, but from where the other person was looking, he could tell that they were surprised by the magic book on his waist.

When I thought of this, my heart immediately tightened: these guys wouldn't want to snatch his books, would they?

At this moment, the other man also hurriedly jumped off his mount and ran quickly, pointing to the young man's magic book and hooking his fingers, and whispering something he didn't understand.

But the young man understood the man's gestures, and immediately sighed, took out the magic book, raised his hand and handed it to the other party, and secretly thought: Yes, I really came to rob him.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the other party gently grabbed the right hand of the magic book, and unexpectedly saw it pass through the surface of the book. This made the young man's heart startled suddenly, and the next action of the two frightened him to hurriedly take a step back.

"Poof!" The two knelt down directly, and the man holding his knife immediately fell to the ground, trembling with the knife in both hands.

The other kept explaining with excitement and excitement on his face, but the young man, who couldn't understand a syllable, could only stand in place, trying his best to understand the meaning of the two of them.

There is no malice, respect with a hint of fear. He pointed to a distant place behind them, as if to signal himself to follow them.

So the young man immediately showed a relatively gentle smile, put back the magic book, took back his knife, pointed at himself and then pointed in the direction indicated by the two.

Suddenly, the two kneeling on the ground immediately nodded their heads and pointed in that direction and kept explaining.

All right!

The young man suddenly rolled his eyes, and involuntarily complained in his heart: It's so troublesome to not understand dialects and foreign languages!

He gestured with his hands again as he walked towards the two mounts. Seeing this, the two of them immediately got up, trotted to their respective mounts, knelt down again, and in this extremely humble way, motioned for the young man to sit down and go with them.

Are magicians so feared in Tria, but if they suddenly wear a goof, how can they be rounded?

Sitting staggering on the back of his mount, the young man couldn't help but think secretly.

As for the reason why the two of them couldn't touch the magic book, it was known when he activated the metal mastery. Soul binding in the popular sense is not uncommon in the wizarding world.

It's just that he didn't expect that this way of proving his identity has become so popular that even nomads can verify the authenticity at any time.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly in my heart: The popularity rate is quite high!

But after thinking about it, I was stunned, what is the penetration rate, and where did I know about these concepts?

There are so many ideas and concepts in my head, but I can't remember where I learned them. The irritability and depression in his heart made him sigh involuntarily.

I don't know the cause but I know the effect, I don't know why I came but I know where the destination is. Even I have a lot of inexplicable knowledge in my head, and I have forgotten where and who I learned from.

According to the empirical analysis in the brain, this should be considered intermittent amnesia. If you want to recover your memory with the current human body, unless you can find an extremely top-level magician, it is best to be a spiritual magician.

But does Terea have a psychic mage?

This is a serious problem that even he doesn't know about!

Perhaps, for the time being, I can only rely on myself and rely on time to figure out a way slowly!

After all, his current identity is also a magician, and maybe he can cure himself in the future.

I asked the two of them again about how long it would take to reach their destination. When he got the number of two days, he had to answer with a perfunctory smile.

Looking at the corpses of the four antelopes lying on the back of the other mount, the young man felt that it was better to ignore these for the time being, and concentrate on clarifying the magic matter first.

I closed my eyes and felt it for a while, and found that it took four or five hours for the magic to recover a small half. Immediately, I had a very strong disgust for this recovery speed.

It's too slow!

If we continue to recover at this rate, we will not be able to form effective combat effectiveness at all.

With the already relatively complete magic system in this world, there should be a way to speed up magic recovery. But he didn't even see a village now, and there seemed to be nothing he could do but wait silently.

The vast majority of the problems encountered now do not have any effective solutions that can be solved. This made the young man extremely irritable in his heart, but he couldn't even find a channel to vent.

Helpless, I can only hold on!

Turning this suffocation into a driving force, he began to learn the dialect habits of nomads from the two. After all, you need to know a precise location, and it is impossible to do it with gestures.

It is only through verbal communication that it is possible to get the information he wants. And with the abilities of these nomads, it is difficult to say whether the buraka is or not.

But it was always an opportunity, and it was the only opportunity he could seize now.

At night, the two of them took the young man to another small oasis again, and when he saw hundreds of mounts perched around them, the young man seemed to understand something.

He came to the water's edge and washed his face, took off the robe that the two of them had given him and put it aside, and stared at the sky in a daze.

Nomads, deserts, oases. There aren't many places on the planet Tria that can be called a desert wasteland, and they happen to be one east and one west.

However, the Kruod Heath to the west is large, and the desert outside the Harmon Forest to the east is small.

The last thing he knows for sure now is whether he is in Crewe on the West Coast. If you're in Harmon Forest, you'll be far away from Bracaco!

"Eat. The nomad who had prepared the food came over with a leg of mutton, carefully squatted beside the young man and smiled: "Eat, Xin, eat!"

"Thank you!" The young man named himself Xin smiled slightly, took the leg of mutton and took a bite: "Here, what's the name?"