Ling Zifeng didn't know all this, he spent the remaining few days with his parents after he left, and the mysterious man in black and Ban Hua didn't come to look for him, of course, he didn't know that he was noticed for releasing magic. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seven days passed quickly, and after saying goodbye to his parents, he returned safely to the main god space.

The Lord God of Time was a little surprised to see that he had returned unscathed, and asked in a puzzled voice, "Didn't you encounter anything special in the real world?" 】

"No, there is nothing else to do except that I used magic to punish a rich man?"

[What?! Did you use magic in the real world? Didn't anyone find out? 】

"No, I was performing a magic spell, and probably no one would believe it was a real magic trick."

[That's it。。。。。。 】

The Lord God of Time obviously had something unfinished, in his opinion, it was impossible for Ling Zifeng not to arouse the suspicion of some secret organizations in the real world, but he couldn't say this to Ling Zifeng now, so he remained silent.

Time passed day by day, Ling Zifeng did not forget to exercise magic in the past few days, after all, this was the only ability he relied on to survive now, and he would not waste any time.

Today, you will be teleported to the next reincarnation plane.

[Teleportation starts after 3 seconds]

Familiar like waking up from a dream, Ling Zifeng slowly opened his eyes. He found himself lying on a hill, the sky around him cloudy and gloomy overhead.

This time, Ling Zifeng was not in a coma for long, he straightened his body and looked around.

At a glance, I saw a group of ragged people gathering at the bottom of the hill, holding various farm tools in their hands, and it seemed that they should be a group of farmers.

The peasants' eyes were full of horror, and not far away, a group of men and horses in black clothes and black armor galloped from the west. A gust of wind howled, and the space around Ling Zifeng disappeared.

Boom, the sound of the horses galloping reached his ears.

He followed the sound and found that the dark armor of this team of men and horses exuded a solemn aura in the dim skylight, and the team of only a few dozen people exuded the momentum of thousands of troops and horses in the sprint, and rushed to the farmers under the hill in an instant.

Seeing that the farmers were about to be swept away, a sturdy man at the head gave an order, and the team miraculously stopped when it was about to run over the farmers.

Ling Zifeng's heart was slightly cold, and the cavalry could stop in an instant in such a gallop, which showed that it was very well trained.

From a distance, he saw that this man was dressed in a brown robe, with a crown engraved with delicate patterns on his head, his bronzed skin and tangled muscles set off the arrogance on his face, and a pair of ugly bull's eyes stared at the farmers with murderous intent, giving people a feeling of being full of evil spirit.

He looked at the hill with arrogant eyes, galloped slowly towards the farmers, squinted his eyes, and said, "Slave in front, how far is Sparta from here?"

When the muscular man asked, Ling Zifeng had already slowly walked down the hill and approached this side, the leader of the horse team was confronting the farmers, and no one present had time to notice him.

When Ling Zifeng approached the team of centaurs to take a closer look at the muscular man in charge, he couldn't help but gasp.

I saw that the man's saddle was surrounded by white skulls, and the skulls also carried all kinds of golden crowns, and it seemed that the heads of some kings were made of these strange decorations by this man.

When the farmers heard the muscular man's question, they all trembled and no one answered, they were obviously frightened by this team, and they dared to say anything.

The muscular man saw that no one replied, and he stared. With a "bang" sound, he pulled out a bright and strange scimitar from his waist, and he raised the scimitar to point to the crowd and asked again: "Are they all dumb?" Q: How far is Athens from here? Pretend to be deaf and dumb again, and I will let you taste the stake of fire."

The peasants turned pale when they heard the burning at the stake, and some of the young and timid ones were even more frightened and cried, and the muscular man was about to be chaotic when he saw the scene, frowning and waving to the people behind him, as if he was about to commit murder on the spot.

Ling Zifeng's heart was hot when he saw this scene, and he reached out and touched it into his arms, wanting to take out his wand and fight against this team.

"These guys are too domineering, aren't they?"

Seeing that this group of farmers was about to be in great trouble, and Ling Zifeng was about to hoe the strong and help the weak, an old voice suddenly came from the crowd: "My lord, slow down, ride a horse west from here for another five days, and you will reach Sparta."

It was a white-haired old man who was half-hunched as he spoke, and he walked out of the crowd and continued: "Don't be angry, my lord, none of them have been to Sparta. How can people in our small remote place have the opportunity to go to such a big city, and I also went there once with a passing caravan when I was young. If I'm not mistaken, it's two days to the west. ”

Hearing the old man's words, the muscular man waved his hand to stop the actions of his subordinates, he beckoned his subordinates to give a few orders, and saw two people from the centaurs running in the direction they came.

Judging by the hurried expressions on their faces when they left, they should have been in a hurry to report the information, and the muscular man no longer paid attention to the farmers, and cleared the direction and galloped away with the team to the west.

Ling Zifeng saw that the other party was no longer committing murder and also withdrew his hand from his arms, he watched the people and horses leave like two winds, looked around again and began to think.

This scene is all too familiar to him, it is a movie he once saw, "Spartan 300 Warriors". The film tells a magnificent story in ancient times, in a huge battle between Greece and Persia.

The Greek city-states were frequently defeated in confrontation with the Persian Empire, and many small countries were crushed and slaughtered by the Persian army. It seems that the Persian army passed through the city-state of Sparta before the Persian army was about to attack Athens, the center of Greece.

At a pass that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, the Persians encountered Leonidas, king of the Spartan city-state, with 300 defenders. The hundreds of thousands of Persian troops were actually blocked by these 300 people.

In the course of several days of battle, the Persian army suffered heavy losses. Seeing that the Persian army was about to be dragged in this place, an inconspicuous mistake on the Spartan side caused their destruction.

The whole story unfolded in such a background, and the group of people that Ling Zifeng saw just now were obviously messengers from the Persian Empire. In fact, he had a question when he woke up from the hills.

"What is the mission of this reincarnation world?"

That's right, he's been here for a while, but he doesn't have the slightest sound of the main god announcing the mission in his head, and he thought that seeing a key character in the plot would trigger the mission like last time, such as "go somewhere with someone".

However, until now, Ling Zifeng had not received any tasks from the Lord God, as if he had forgotten him. Just as Ling Zifeng was out of his mind, the familiar and cold voice of the main god came from his head.

[Kill the Persian King Xerxes in 6 days]

。。。。。。

Silent, quiet for a moment, Ling Zifeng seemed to be digesting the content of this mission.

He slowly said to himself in his heart, "Well, the task is to [kill the Persian king Xerxes in six days]!" Kindness...... Within 6 days。。。。。。 Kill the king。。。。。。 ”

"! What is this task called? Where is Xerxes? How are you going to kill him? Am I alone in this kind of task? What the hell is this! Listening to the ridiculous task, Ling Zifeng felt that he was dizzy and froze in place.

When the peasants saw the Persian envoy leaving, they all set their eyes on Ling Zifeng, who was stunned and dressed strangely.

This can't be blamed on him, his original clothes have long been thrown away, and the main god space is only the exchange of magician clothes in the world of "Harry Potter".

He had no choice but to wear these cloak-style clothes and travel to "Spartan 300 Warriors". In the eyes of the farmers, this appearance does look strange.

Yes, what the peasants saw was an odd young man in a gray-and-white robe and a pointed round hat. And he stood there in a daze, and the old farmer opened his mouth and asked Ling Zifeng:

"Excuse me, is your lord a magician?"

Ling Zifeng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, thinking to himself, there is actually someone here who knows about magicians! He asked rhetorically with a hesitant expression:

"You, you know the magician?"

The old man nodded and replied, "Yes, when I was young, I saw people dressed like you in the big city. They all call themselves magicians. However, I haven't seen a magician in years. There was an imperceptible hint of excitement on the old man's face.

Ling Zifeng was a little surprised to see that the other party was so enthusiastic, and he was still wondering why the main god had assigned such an unreasonable task, so he didn't answer the old man's words in a daze.

At this time, he had some other thoughts in his heart, the old man claimed to have seen magicians, which means that there are magicians in this world? So, wouldn't his magic be repulsive to the plane here?

The old man saw Ling Zifeng's puzzled expression and thought that he had some scruples, so he continued with a smile on his face: "My lord, please don't be surprised, the old man was saved several times by a magician when he was young. So, I've always been grateful to the magician. Now, after all these years, I am really lucky to see the magician again! ”

Ling Zifeng listened to the old man's excited words, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to have something in mind. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, the other farmers behind the old man swarmed around. He said to Ling Zifeng with a big mouth:

"Are you really a magician!?"

"I thought magicians were just legends!"

"My lord, can you cast a spell for us?"

Ling Zifeng was very curious and excited about his identity as a magician when he heard this, and several young farmers were happily asking Ling Zifeng to cast spells to show them insights.

Regarding the inexplicable behavior of this group of people, although Ling Zifeng couldn't analyze the reason for a while, he knew in his heart that the most important thing for him to come to this world now was a reasonable identity.

Since this group of people automatically judged him to be a magician, he was going to naturally recognize this identity. After all, in a reincarnation plane, not being suspicious and rejected by the local people is the most important thing.

Otherwise, it is possible that he will not even complete the [ordinary task] given by the main god, and he will be rejected and hunted down by this plane person. Ling Zifeng thought for a while, he nodded and smiled and said, "That's right, I'm a magician from the East."

To prove his identity, he drew his wand and unleashed a levitation spell on a pumpkin-sized stone on the ground.

There was a soft sound of "whew", and the stone slowly floated from the ground and stopped in front of everyone under the action of the spell。。。。。。