Five years later, at the head of the village of Hedik, a very cute-looking boy was sitting there, alone in a daze, the boy's skin was fair, pink, and his eyes were golden and silver, which was pleasing at first glance, but the fly in the ointment was that the boy had no hair, and I don't know who actually tattooed a dazzling hideous green on the child's face.

Torre Seattle, no, it should be said that Mo Wen sighed as he looked at his hand, and a silver-white wand appeared in his hand, and he waved it, but there was no response.

Cut, although he knew that in a different world, even if it was a power system, what he could know would be limited, but after it happened, Mo Wen still felt very unhappy.

In the dark world, the magic that Mo Wen learned whether it was arcane or Harry Potter world magic was restricted, but there were big and small, and element-related magic such as cryo rays, blazing flames were almost not affected, and summoning the summoning of necromancy was not affected, but don't think about summoning otherworldly creatures, the illusions and enchantments in the remaining arcane have been greatly affected, among which the arcane magic of the protection system is the worst, only a few low-level magic are available, and the high-level dismantling magic or anti-magic cannot be used,In the original words, only the magic of this world with the corresponding effect skills can be used.,But if you don't, I'm sorry.,Of course, it's not impossible if you really want to use it.,As long as you can analyze the application of those laws.,Or further tamper with those laws.,When I said it, I kept looking at Mo Wen with adoring eyes.,It seems to say that the master is about to do it.。

Mo Wen is a wry smile, if you really want to do that, you can directly mix in the high devil, why be cautious in the low demon world now.

Of course, Mo Wen is also not giving up, thinking that some magic can't be performed maybe because he was reborn as a baby, but he clearly told Mo Wen that as a heroic spirit, even if it is a baby, Mo Wen's attributes will not change, and as he continues to grow up, his attributes will also grow accordingly, and the process of growth depends on the corresponding world limitations, such as the Harry Potter world, Mo Wen's strength and agility will not have the energy to come fast and high.

"Alas!" With a long sigh, Mo Wen gave up trying to cast the Split again, he began to believe the original words, not because of the spiritual power, but because this world simply does not allow this magic to work, after all, in the Harry Potter world, he can cast this magic when he is five years old. At the same time, Mo Wen was also glad that there were enough types of arcane magic, and his situation was not too bad.

"Seattle, you're doing that stuff again!" A somewhat annoying one came over.

A tall boy came over with two equally tall followers.

Bruce, a pure-blooded barbarian, inherited the sturdy figure of his parents, and he was the same age as Mo Wen, who was almost the size of eight or nine children, and although Mo Wen was well developed, it was only up to his chest now.

Bruce looked at the wand in Mo Wen's hand with disdain, although it was not the same as the style of the wand of the Dark World, he could still tell what it was.

"You're fine fiddling with these things again, it's a shame on us savages." As a pure-blooded barbarian, Bruce naturally worships power, his mind is full of muscles, and his father is the number one master of their current branch, so he naturally disdains these things, of course, it is not excluded that he is envious, after all, with the poor spiritual power of the barbarians, magic is destined to be impossible for them, and they can only produce some magic damage in the fury of the top combat skills.

"your!" Glancing at him with disdain, Mo Wen put away the elder's wand, "You won't be itchy and looking for a beating, right?" ”

This Bruce has always been self-righteous, relying on his own tall horse and often looking down on Mo Wen, a half-blood, always having nothing to do, and being taught a few times by Mo Wen with magic, he still does not repent, and Mo Wen has gradually lost patience with him.

"What did you say!" Bruce's face flushed, and his bones clicked, "I'm different today, your little tricks won't work!" ”

Bruce pounced all at once, "Drink!" In a roar, a punch came over.

The same old thing, Mo Wen put his hands on his chest and prepared to stop this move.

But soon there was a look of surprise in his eyes, and there was a strange fluctuation from the fists that hit his hands in front of his chest, and Bruce's strength more than doubled at once.

Caught off guard, Mo Wen was knocked back several steps.

"Heavy hit?" A glimmer of light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, and the gaze that looked at Bruce became very strange.

Heavy Attack, the first-order combat skill of the Barbarians in the game, the effect is a powerful blow, increasing the damage dealt and knocking back enemies. Of course, in the real world, this is a low-level martial art of the barbarians, and the unique fluctuations of the guò cause the power to increase.

"Hehe," Bruston was proud, although it was only a low-level martial art, but a five-year-old child could master it, I have to say that this Bruce is really a genius, "Seattle, you just admit defeat, I who have mastered the first-order martial arts is not something you can compete with those magic tricks, and the barbarians' martial arts are invincible!" ”

Bruce clenched his fists again, about to pounce again.

"Bruce!" Suddenly, there was a coquettish cry from the village, and a little girl of eight or nine years old rushed out, looking at Bruce with an unkind expression.

The girl has long blond hair, tied into a long ponytail, and her figure is also slender and slender, with that delicate face, it is not difficult to see that she must be a big beauty in the future.

"Do you want to die? Seattle is my thing! The girl stood in front of Mo Wen and stretched out her hand to point at the other party.

The two attendants behind Bruce shrank their necks when they saw the girl, and one of them pulled Bruce, "Let's withdraw first, Lillian is here, let's find trouble in Seattle next time!" ”

Bruce stiffened his neck and shouted angrily, "What are you afraid of! Others are afraid of you Lilian, I'm not afraid of Bruce, today I'll see what you're capable of! ”

"Really?" Lillian's eyes narrowed, staring at Bruce like a leopard female, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

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At the entrance of the village, several figures stood in the shadows.

One of them was tall, and although he was old, he exuded a fierce aura all over his body, and he was none other than the old patriarch of the barbarians.

At this time, he was looking at the two people facing each other at the head of the village with a smile, especially Bruce stayed longer on him, and then smiled and said to a middle-aged man next to him who was also tall: "Tuke, your Bruce is not simple, he mastered heavy attacks at the age of five, which is two years earlier than Lilian!" ”

The middle-aged man was Haha Yile, and his tone was indescribably proud, "This kid hasn't mastered it for a few days, but it's my barbarian species, and he won't lose to Lilian's little girl in the future!" ”

"What do you mean? Our Amazon's first-order martial arts are much more difficult than your heavy blows, and Lilian can master internal vision at the age of seven, she is already a rare genius in the clan for hundreds of years, and her future prospects are absolutely limitless! A red-haired woman on the side shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Hehe," the old patriarch just smiled, but didn't say anything anymore, after living here for decades, no matter how fierce the barbarian was, he was also infected with a trace of accidents, and the more he looked at Bruce, the more satisfied he became, and suddenly said to the red-haired woman, "Monina, how about discussing, how about letting your family Lilian marry Bruce in the future, the two of them will definitely give birth to a perfect offspring!" ”

"What?" "No way!" The two barbarians standing behind the old patriarch exclaimed at the same time.

One of them was Mo Wen's father, Torre, but he glanced at Mo Wen unwillingly at this time, and then turned his head away and stopped making a sound.

And Bruce's father, Tuke, said urgently, "Patriarch, this can't be done, Bruce must marry our barbarian girl in the future, so that the offspring born will be strong enough, otherwise how can he be as weak as a chicken in the Seattle family!" ”

"Tuke, do you want to fight!" Torre turned his head around and yelled at Tuke.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!"

"Shut up!" Seeing that the two most powerful masters in his clan were about to start fighting again, the old patriarch's head hurt again, and he said to Tuke angrily: "There are no girls of the same age as Bruce in the clan anymore, do you want Bruce to beat a bachelor for the rest of your life!" ”

Tuke pouted smugly, "You can find it again in the future, marry an Amazon, in case it's like the Seattle family-"

"Tuke, do you want to die!" Torre had clenched his fists.

"Alright, Tuk, shut up!" The old patriarch shouted, and then looked at Torre again, "Seattle, you too, take care of your children, don't have nothing to do to encourage those things of magic, his body is not good, and he is not willing to work hard, if he is placed before, he should be expelled from the clan and left to fend for himself!" ”

Torre's face flushed, and he wanted to say something, but then he sighed again and stopped talking.

The old patriarch turned his face to the red-haired woman again, "How about it, Monina, you can give me a good word!" ”

Monina lowered her head and pondered for a while, and finally said: "It's not impossible, just follow the old rules, the boy belongs to you, and the girl belongs to us, but-" She turned her gaze, but looked at Mo Wen, "Little Lilian seems to like little Modi very much, it's a little difficult." ”

The old patriarch waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's just a novel idea for children, and when they grow up, they know that only a strong partner can give birth to excellent offspring." ”

Mo Wen's father, Torre, sighed, but didn't say anything, his own children don't say that they are compared to Bruce, and even the descendants of ordinary barbarian families can't compare, what can he say now.