When the first rays of the morning light shone on this hillside, the number of dwarves was only 14 people. The orcs who fought them left more than eighty corpses on this hillside. The scattered orcs were each badly wounded, and could no longer pose any threat to the dwarven villages.

As for little Fryman, he was lying on a collapsed stump not far from Konstantin and them.

Fighting until even the spells are not enough, the whole body has been completely deactivated.

This is the pride of little Flemann, and it is also his helplessness.

He is probably the Twin Ring Mage who has had the fewest spells of his own ever, and so far, he has only fifteen basic circles that he really has, and they have all been released, and they can't be used again today. As for those basic magic circles that don't belong to him, the power is greatly reduced, and if you want to use it next time, it is estimated that it will not be until seven or eight days later.

Although it is not known how many basic circles other One-Ring Mages need to have when they advance to Double-Ring Mages, Little Freyman estimates that there should be no less than eighty. In other words, he used one-fifth of the number of magic circles of others to become a double-ring mage.

His progress is obvious, but his weaknesses are equally prominent.

In the next time, he needs to master his basic circle more, and then make his foundation as a double-ring mage even stronger. At the same time, all this must be done under the observation of the clergy. He had to keep mastering new circles and not let the clerics next to him know that he was a mage. This sense of oppression made little Fryman's mind tense at all times, and the familiarity and choice of those magic circles were also more cautious and precise than before.

Life is the source of the Mage's progress. Granny Garza's words are true.

Compared to his own mage level, little Fryman cares more about his body. His body was too low. Just a few quick sprints would have left him out of breath. Often this time. In my mind, I will regret the weakness of this body. If this body can have half the strength of the real shijie body. The results will not be like this.

This left little Fleman a little confused, and his strong body would turn him into a warrior rather than a mage like Granny Garza.

This contradiction arises because the physical exercise itself and the starting point of "using the circle in life" are in conflict. The use of magic circles in life requires that you exercise your life ability all the time, and constantly release the magic circles, so that these magic circles are always in a state of readiness.

And physical exercise must not use any magic circle, otherwise the exercise will lose its original meaning. Even as a physical exercise, daily action exercise is a necessary component. This means: If you practice the circle and make sure you have enough circles, you can't practice enough, and vice versa.

Fryman didn't know how Garza handled this contradiction, but looking at Galvin and Galsa's lanky figures, he could probably guess that they would never do such physical exercises. But let's be honest, what's the point of a lich exercising?

"There must be a richer way of fighting, one in front of the clergy, and another in the presence of the clergy."

Little Fryman reminded himself. The circumstances in which he lived now were completely different from those of Garza's time. He had to face the danger of using spells that could be discovered at any time, so surviving like Calvin wasn't the right choice.

Times are different. The way of survival will also change a lot.

Little Fryman realizes that he has a lot more to plan, not only to return to the Rose Collar, but also to his own body.

Thinking like this, tiredness hit, and little Fryman could no longer control himself, and finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, his eyes were completely different, the snow-white chandelier, the gray walls, and the soft bedding under him seemed to remind him of something, but his mind was blank.

"Are you awake?"

A woman's voice suddenly came, and this voice sounded a kind of slippery feeling, but Xiao Yan could tell that this voice was speaking English. Yes, his name is Xiao Yan, and he has already remembered. But other than that, it's still a blank slate. He seemed to have had a long dream just now, but he didn't know what he dreamed about.

He seemed to have seen a green volcanic eruption, and after that, he knew nothing.

Without hearing his answer, the head of a woman in her twenties suddenly appeared in Xiao Yan's field of vision. This woman has orange hair that is not delicate, a few small freckles near the wing of her nose, and a pair of large lake blue eyes that look extremely transparent, Xiao Yan can see her reflection in such pupils. Her skin was not that pale color, it was slightly darkened, and the bridge of her nose was very high, which made her face full of three-dimensionality. However, the tip of the nose is not as sharp as others, but a natural excess. The mouth is not big, and when you speak, you have the feeling that your whole face is moving along with the surrounding shijie.

Xiao Yan didn't know who he was comparing this woman to, he should know these distinctions, but he didn't know where they came from. His memory was always blank, and occasionally some thrilling images flashed in his mind, so he could never capture them.

Seeing Xiao Yan silent, the woman suddenly smiled and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Parin, my name is Parin."

Xiao Yan replied in the same fluent English. He was about to answer his real name, but he suddenly felt something different just now, as if his real name would bring great danger. And the name Parin came up at this time, so he said it naturally.

The woman, visibly disbelieving the name Parin, wrinkled her nose in a gesture that brought her entire face to life. Even if she didn't speak, you could tell what the woman was trying to say.

"You're lying."

Looking at this expression, Xiao Yan had no choice but to add: "I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on, I can't seem to remember what happened before, I just know that others call me that." ”

The woman laughed, nodded her head, and said, "Well, I trust you." My name is Tristina. When I saw you, you passed out on the beach, but there was a snow-white puppy that stayed by your side and refused to leave. But now, you see, it's going crazy in this place. ”

Hearing the puppy, new images kept bursting out in Xiao Yan's mind, but these images were still the same as before, and they couldn't be mastered by him. Until Zuihou, his mind was on the verge of collapse, and he still couldn't remember what the images meant. This made him moan under his breath, and the pain in his head hit like a tidal wave.

"Okay, okay, you have a good rest first, and when you're better, we'll talk."

Tristina said this, then smiled, turned and left the room, turning off the chandelier. The room was once again plunged into darkness, and only the faint sound of a dog barking could be heard. After a while, the dog seemed to arch open the door of this room, and a ray of light came through from there, and then the puppy suddenly jumped on the bed, stepped on Xiao Yan's body a few times, and walked to Xiao Yan's head. When he saw Xiao Yan's eyes that had been open, the puppy seemed to be a lot more relieved, turned around and climbed down Xiao Yan's body, arched beside Xiao Yan's pillow, and then fell asleep against Xiao Yan's head.

"Good boy, Hannibal, good boy."

Xiao Yan said involuntarily, and then sleepiness hit his brow again, he pulled his arm out of the quilt with all his might, hugged the puppy named Hannibal, and also fell into a deep sleep.

This was another deep sleep, and Xiao Yan felt that he should have had the dream he had been having, but he didn't know what the dream described. When he woke up again, he saw Nirel's head beside him, and the boy's eyes were staring at him motionlessly.

"What are you doing?" Little Fryman lifted his hand vigorously and pushed the boy's head away, and said, "It will make me feel very uncomfortable if you look at me like this." ”

"You have just stopped breathing, and your heart has almost stopped, and the Lord says that this is the inevitable reaction of the Lord's coming. Not everyone will be able to wake up from the Lord's body, and you are very dangerous. However, the adults also say that you may have been descended by the Lord twice, so this time there is a very good chance of awakening. So I've been staying here to see when you'll wake up. Your Excellency asks me to inform you as soon as you wake up, that we have found our way into the ruins. ”

Little Fryman waved his hand absently and said, "Can I guess, what did I find?" ”

"Precious stones, gold and silver jewelry, a lot, a lot."

Little Flemann burst out laughing, looked at Nilaire, and said, "It's not a good joke. There will be everything in the ruins, but there will not be a lot of gold, silver and jewelry. If those things really were so numerous, this relic would just become a dragon's lair instead of being left for us to dig up. Dragons have a stronger sense of smell for treasure than you might think, and they can smell a hundred gold coins even from a thousand miles away. ”

Nilael laughed as well, and said, "Yes, the Lord said the excavation is still ongoing, but prepare you, there must be no Holy Grail in this ruin, no Holy Coffin, probably nothing." ”

Little Fryman suddenly remembered what Carpenter had said about the dwarves, and the slate that gave them hope, and smiled, "No, there is something more precious in there. (To be continued......)