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What is the concept of a fifth-level Warcraft?

Just look at the appearance of the Templar George raising a three-pole demon pet [Sword Tiger] and proudly accompanying him day and night, and you can know what kind of powerful guy a white fish in front of him is.

You must know that even if the Three Poles [Sword Tiger] is domesticated from a young age, with special food, medicine and training to improve its potential, and when it grows into an adult tiger and breaks through the spirit seal, it is only the combat power of a fifth-level demonic beast.

And this fifth-level white fish in front of him, compared to the sword tiger that broke through the spirit seal, is just weaker in combat power, and does not have the wisdom of a demon pet.

Roy looked at the top of his head stupidly, thinking back to the lightning-fast water arrow just now, and his heart was shocked and angry, "Just touch a fish like this, what a terrifying broken place is this?"

He was in a daze, wondering if he needed to catch fish with magic in vain, but Oliver, who had been hungry for a long time, was already furious. Not to mention a few fifth-level small trash fish, it is so hungry that it even eats dragon eggs. Immediately let out a roar, rushed to the edge of the pool, and opened his mouth to the fish in the water.

Although Oliver's dragon's breath is far worse than that of a real dragon, dragon's breath is dragon's breath, with a natural dragon might. Even the just knight Lev flew back in fright without knowing it, not to mention the demonic beast that was born oppressed by the dragon's might.

As soon as the dragon breathed, the waterhole suddenly seemed to be boiling. I saw that the white fish were jumping around like headless flies, and a few weak ones were also turning their stomachs.

"Wow," Oliver yelled at Roy, jumping and jumping, looking like he couldn't wait.

And Roy and Malt looked at Oliver blankly, thinking that with Oliver's dragon breath, it might be no problem to survive here, and they immediately high-fived each other excitedly, and Malt was directly slapped by Roy and flew away.

"Wow," Roy startled.

"Roy, you deliberately" Malt jumped to her feet in anger, and was about to transform into a desperate fight with Roy.

At this critical moment, she suddenly saw the big head and Oliver looking at her strangely, and suddenly remembered the lesson of the last time, and finally calmed down.

Seeing that Malt looked unkind, Roy quickly turned his head and made a handprint.

As the magic gushed out, the clear water of the pool seemed to be grabbed by someone in the void, and water arrows shot up from the pool, piercing the four frightened white fish and bringing them ashore.

Roy was a master of this kind of thing, and after a while, the three white fish had turned into grilled fish on the fire.

Malt and Oliver crouched by the fire, staring intently at the fish, while Roy focused on the core he had pulled out of the white fish and the one white fish he had deliberately left.

This kind of white fish is the lowest level and intelligence among the fifth-level demonic beasts, and the energy contained in the demon core is not large. If you put it in the store, it might only be worth twenty or thirty golden langs, which is not much more than the magic core of a fourth-level demonic beast. However, for Roy at this moment, these magic cores and the white fish in his hand were far more interesting to him than thousands of gold coins.

Ever since Malt's unintentional words in the cave triggered Roy's association between animal meridians and magic patterns, this thought has been swirling in his mind all the time.

"Magic pattern, meridians" Roy said in his mouth, repeatedly checking the fish in his hand.

White fish do not have large scales, only a layer of skin with very small scales attached to them. The whole body is fusiform, the lower jaw is prominent, and there is a long whisker in the middle of the two eyes.

Its magic core was located just below Longbeard, and when he fired the water arrow just now, Roy also saw the ball on the top of Longbeard, which had flashed blue light slightly.

Roy used a knife to gently dig open the head of the fish and take a closer look. The long whiskers of the fish are soft, and the outside is meat, but the inside is like a transparent fish brain. I don't see anything special. Soon, however, Roy found a very shallow and thin white thread at the junction between the root and the core. This white thread swirls in a U-shape along the forehead of the fish's brain, connecting to the top of the long whisker in a special arc.

Roy was thrilled when he discovered this U-shaped roundabout.

He quickly flipped through Austin's magic notes, checked them against some of them, and soon proved that he was right. In several water system magic patterns, there is this kind of U-shaped whirlpool.

However, this kind of whirlwind is just a line in the complex magic pattern, and it doesn't mean anything. And, because radians are common, coincidences are more likely than speculation.

Roy removes the flesh and unskins it.

After looking at the entire fish completely, he also drew the lines on the white fish's skin, the bones and several white lines extending from the core part of the white fish.

But Roy knew it was only a small part of what he had done. If you want to completely understand the water arrow magic of the white fish, you need to dissect a few more fish.

The fish was baked, and Malt and Oliver were smiling.

"Two idiots" Roy took a bite of the fish angrily, and found that the entrance was extremely delicious, and his appetite was immediately aroused. Originally, I wanted to criticize Malt and Oliver for not seeing the world, but I suddenly flew away.

After eating and drinking, the two of them sat on the ground and stared at each other.

Although it is far more comfortable to find a place to hide and eat and drink for a while than to be baked in a lava cave, this is a desperate situation after all. No matter how comfortable you are, can you stay here for the rest of your life?

"As long as it's not dangerous, I can stay here for as long as I want," Malt dangled her white and delicate little feet on Roy's shoulder, "Anyway, when you go to the land of redemption, you have to hide in Tibet." Otherwise, we'll just settle here. ”

As she spoke, she grinned and tugged at Roy's ear and whispered, "If you're afraid that you won't be able to marry a wife, I can marry you." ”

Roy rolled his eyes and said indignantly, "Little girl." ”

Malt'er's mention strengthened his determination to find a way out and return to the human world. In addition to taking revenge, finding his grandfather who lives or dies, and finding out the truth about the tragedy fourteen years ago, more importantly, he doesn't want to be a nanny in this place full of high-level magical beasts.

That kind of life, Roy couldn't help but shudder just thinking about it.

"Hmph" Malt bit Roy's ear, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her sly eyes kept rolling.

Roy knew that Malt was rebellious by nature, you said that she would go west instead, and she had a lively temperament, if you picked up this kind of topic with her, it would be a big deal, so he simply ignored her and took out the magic book to read it.

"Wooden head" Sure enough, Malt muttered, focusing on Oliver, flapping her wings and flying down, grabbing Oliver as a horse to ride.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

For three days, Roy still focused on meditation and seized a moment to practice. Although the magic power has not yet broken through the 1000 magic code mark, he has found that the control of the elements is stronger in the magic power. The role of magic power is originally used to control the elements, and the strengthening of control power means the rise of strength. This made Roy feel very comfortable.

As for when he would be able to break through the magic barrier, he didn't care.

In addition to his routine practice, Roy devoted more of his energy to the study of white fish. He dissected more than twenty white fish, carefully observing every detail of their bodies. And sketch or erase the lines on the diary. As more and more fish were dissected, and with the thickening of the anatomical notes, a complete map of the body lines of the white fish gradually took shape. ..., at this moment, when he drew the last line in the notes, the white fish pattern diagram was finally completed.

Looking at the pattern map in his hand, Roy was a little dazed. Although it took three days, most of the time was spent on determining and dissecting the possible magic pattern lines, and although the "magic pattern map" in his hand was bent around, there were only a dozen lines, which was much less than the primary magic pattern map with hundreds of lines at every turn.

"Wrong" Roy felt that all his strength was gone, and he lay on the ground with his head back, looking at the top of the cave in a daze. He didn't have to try it to know that there was absolutely no such simple magic pattern in the world. A dozen lines is too different from hundreds of lines. The two are not the same thing at all.

Looking at the sunlight streaming through the cracks in the roof of the cave, Roy's heart was sad.

From the moment he accidentally entered a desperate situation, for the past three days, it has been the strange thought in his mind that has supported him. How he wished he could prove his speculations.

It would be nice if the meridian pattern of the Warcraft was the Demon Pattern.

In that case, he might be able to find the crux of his inability to cultivate Douqi, and he would be able to open the door of the knight that he and Tom longed for, and realize Tom's dream.

However, the reality is so unforgiving. A qiē is nothing more than wishful thinking on his part.

"Tired?" Malt flew over and landed lightly on Roy's chest.

In fact, as soon as she saw Roy's appearance, she knew what was going on, but she didn't want to make Roy uncomfortable, so she just pretended not to know: "You haven't slept well for several days, or you can sleep for a while." ”

Roy shook his head, his eyes still staring blankly at the sunlight shining through the roof of the cave, watching the sunlight shine in the waterhole and reflect off the rippling shadow on the roof of the cave.

He also felt very unwilling.

Could it be that he will never be able to cultivate his fighting spirit, and he will never be able to realize the dream that he and Tom share.

In the swaying water, it seems that the faces of Tom and Grandpa appear again. Roy sat up jerked up, pulling out the demonic tools and ink he had gotten from the dragon's lair from the spatial ring.

In any case, give it a try yourself

Until the end, you will not give up until you are completely desperate

Those who do not save the manuscript are sad. But as I said, I'm firm. On the first day, three more nearly 10,000 words were delivered. Ask for a commuter pass...... ，