Wu Ming's noncommittal attitude, looking at Gres was secretly anxious. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

You must know that Anthony, a master magician, although he is not an elder of the Forest Elf Council, is also a powerful person in the Elven Clan.

Merlin's book can be praised by Anthony, which shows that while this book is extraordinary, it is also silently improving Wu Ming himself.

After all, ordinary people can't take out such a good thing, let alone have the confidence to trade it. In all fairness, Grimes believed that it was herself, and if she was the owner of Merlin's book, she would not be willing to take out the book to trade, not to mention that the things traded were all big goods.

From here, it can be seen that the Book of Merlin may not be very important in the eyes of this mysterious visitor, and the other party is more profound than he thinks.

"At the beginning of the arcane empire's creation, it was in need of cutting-edge combat power to increase our leverage. This mysterious visitor, even Master Anthony can't see the depth, it shouldn't be easy to match, and he must be drawn into the empire. ”

Thinking of this, Agris took a deep breath and said, "Sir, there are many more of these magic books in your hand in our tribe. Our steppe elf tribe has the most complete magical library, as well as a variety of precious ancient documents. I hereby extend an invitation to you to visit the Steppe Elf tribe and exchange magic with the sages. ”

This time, Gres only talks about magical exchanges, and does not mention joining the Arcane Empire, and at the end she names the Sage.

Seeing that Agrice said so tactfully, Wu Ming's eyes showed a bit of approval.

If it was just an academic exchange, not joining the Arcane Empire, he wouldn't mind making an extra trip if time permitted.

At that moment, Wu Ming nodded slightly, changed to a relaxed tone, and asked, "How many sages exist in your tribe?" ”

With a happy face, Agrice hurriedly replied, "In our tribe, there are three sages, namely the Moonlight Sage, the Starlight Sage, and the Dawn Sage. Among them, the Moonlit Night Sage is our high priest and has the supreme strength of the ninth order. The other two sages are both eighth-order peak existences, and in the entire elven clan, their magical attainments are enough to rank in the top ten. ”

The Sage is an honorary title bestowed upon the most illustrious master of magic, and the most brilliant sage of the Elven Clan.

Wu Ming didn't know much about the elf race, so he didn't know much about the gold content of this title.

However, Anthony, an eighth-order mage, can only be called a master, not a sage who is praised.

This shows that the weight of the title of sage is by no means the standard configuration that will definitely be put on when the strength reaches the eighth order.

"Let's see, I'll go over if I have time. Now, I need to study it first, these basic books are not going anywhere anytime soon. Wu Ming closed the coffin and said his opinion.

Hearing this, Agrice was a little disappointed.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but seeing Wu Ming's firm attitude, the rest of the words still didn't come out.

"We will stay here for half a month, and you are welcome to come to me at any time." With regret, Agrice turned around and left.

Seeing Grees leave, Wu Mingcai slowly withdrew his gaze and looked down at the magic book in his hand: "Sage, Arcane Empire, Magic Era!" ”

The elves are more magical than bows and arrows, and if the Arcane Empire is truly established, the Age of Magic will surely come.

Just now, he really wanted to ask if the steppe elves would change their names if they unified the elf tribes, such as the title of the high elves.

You must know that the elves have a long lifespan, and the lifespan is more than ten times that of humans.

If the steppe elf really has the idea of calling himself a high elf, it means that the mage legion and the plane expedition will also be something that may happen in the future, and he has reached a fork in the road of fate.

"What a wonderful thing it is to witness the formation of the Arcane Empire and the birth of the High Elves! If it weren't for this, it would be related to the world of Doraemon, and I would really like to participate in it and become a part of the epic legend. Wu Ming slowly retracted his gaze, sighed in his mouth, and shook his head: "It's a pity, it's a pity!" ”

Wu Ming's pity lies in this world, which is inextricably linked to the Doraemon world.

Affected by the timeline, Wu Ming couldn't guess whether the timeline of this world was unfolding normally.

If so, his participation in history is equivalent to an upfront investment, and he can bring back a lucrative report in the later stage.

Conversely, if this world is the same as the Doraemon world, it belongs to an unlimited cycle of time.

Then, no matter what you do, it is useless, and once you reach a certain point in time, everything will be reversed, and there is no point in doing anything now.

With regret, Wu Ming took the magic book and found Nobita who were watching the performance.

Nobita and the others were sitting on the grass and watching the two elves perform magic.

These two elves are not performing orthodox magic, but the rational application of spells and magic.

Two glowing magic balls, as if alive in the hands of the two of them, kept rolling around their bodies, occasionally taking the form of small animals.

Except for Nobita, most of the elves watching were children, watching the bells and whistles one by one, slapping their palms red, and a few exclamations came out from time to time.

"Whoosh!"

A magic ball, turned into a little rabbit, and jumped towards Wu Ming.

Wu Ming slowly stretched out his right hand and let the little rabbit jump on his palm, coquettish with himself.

"Brother Wu, can you give me a touch?" Nobita and several people surrounded him, wanting to touch the magic rabbit.

It's a pity that magic is a kind of energy, and the two elves who performed it couldn't convert between virtual and real.

The little rabbit in front of him looks no different from an ordinary white rabbit, but it is more like a projector, and the reflection projected is incorporeal.

"Ah, how can this be?" Stretching out his hand, his fingers passed over the little rabbit, and Nobita was disappointed.

Wu Ming smiled lightly, and a cold aura emanated from his hands.

In an instant, the virtual magic rabbit transformed into a physical ice rabbit.

Countless cold qi condensed into water droplets, giving the magic rabbit a materialized body, but it was a little cold to the touch.

"I've given it to you, I've blessed it with two kinds of magic, plasticity and activity, and it won't dissipate within a month." Carrying the ears of the Ice Rabbit, Wu Ming gave the little rabbit to Nobita.

Nobita hugged the rabbit and cheered, and the two elves who performed magic tricks were a little embarrassed.

Depriving others of their magic is the suppression of the superior mage, the inferior mage.

The two elves looked at each other with blank eyes, and even with the demeanor of the elves, their ears were a little red.

The elven ears are red, just like a human blushing, which is a sign of shyness.

Wu Ming looked at it seriously, and he didn't see whether these two handsome elves were male or female.

is so handsome that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, and Wu Ming, who is looking at it, also secretly shakes his head.

No wonder, the population of the elf race has never been able to go up, if it is a love, and when you get to bed, you find out that the other party is the same sex, this joke will be big.

"Hmph, long-eared elf!"

With malicious conjecture, Wu Ming retracted his gaze and asked the blue fat man: "I got back a few magic books, and I was planning to study them, when will you go back, or do you want to play here for a few days?" ”

"Let's go back, we've been out for a few hours." The blue fat man thought about the time, beckoned Nobita and the others, and said, "Nobita, it's time for us to go, let's come over to play next time." ”

"No, I don't want to go."

Under the cry of the bear child, everyone embarked on the journey back.

Before leaving, Wu Ming turned his head again and looked at the magical world behind him.

If he comes back next time, the time here is still normal, he can make some preparations and confirm some of his conjectures.

"Hopefully, my guess is correct, otherwise it wouldn't be fun!"

Wu Ming's eyes shrank slightly, clenched his clenched right hand, and sighed: "Time, what are you?" (To be continued.) )