Xu Zheng led Lulu and randomly chose a street to move forward. The hairball stretched its limbs and lay on top of Xu Zheng's head like a leather hat, and he was also curiously opening his eyes and looking around. Because the distance between the ground and the sea water overhead was too close, Xu Zheng was worried that something would happen to Lulu if he touched the sea water after flying, so he only let Lulu walk on the ground. The three of them move forward slowly.

The light in the city mainly comes from the ground of the street and the street lamps next to it. The shape of the street lamp is elegant, the thin pole raises a street lamp, the lamp shape is a hexagonal cone, the top is large and the bottom is small, the place where the face and the surface are handed over is the arc-shaped black metal, the cold light is sprinkled on the head, soft, not too bright, some like the moon, more than cold, but not pleasant.

With a move in his heart, Xu Zheng climbed to the street lamp like a monkey to check the street lamp. The street lamp is a magic light source, when the hexagonal sealed glass cover, there is a suspended magic array, there is a small magic crystal in the middle of the magic array, but the small volume is amazingly small but emits the same amazing light, and I don't know how many years it has been shining like this, and now it doesn't look like a feeling of exhaustion or energy at all. I have to say that from this point alone, the magic use of Victor City is many times more sophisticated than that of the imperial capital Zion.

I'd love to break one down and study it carefully, but I think it's a bit too much. The whole Victor City felt very quiet and serene, and it didn't seem immoral to do this, so Xu Zheng had to crawl down with an itch.

Moving on, Xu Zheng noticed that every other regularity, one of the stone slabs on the ground must glow. After walking a distance, Xu Zheng suddenly understood that this kind of law turned out to be the distribution of prime numbers on the numbers.

A prime number is a whole number that is greater than 1, except for 1 and itself. There is no longer any other divisor number. Such as 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, etc. In the time and space of Xu Zheng's previous life, Goldbach's conjecture revolved around this strange number. In the end, it comes down to the proof of 1+1, and the beginning of the era of the entire interstellar voyage to the deep sea, including the space jump technology in the later high section, the most essential core theory, it is one of them.

There's also people here who are interested in this? Will pave the streets like this. If you are not a psychopath, you must be a genius! And you are a genius whose IQ will never be lower than 200!

But from another point of view, they will do this, and they are generally more or less eccentric and unkind. Just as an idiot is certainly a genius in some way, a genius is certainly an idiot in some way. The idiotic symptoms of genius generally manifest themselves in low social capacity. I don't know if the person who put out this array will be like this, but after seeing the shiny stones on the street, Xu Zheng became interested in him.

Walked for a while. Buildings such as residential buildings began to appear on both sides of the street, Xu Zheng didn't dare to knock on the door rashly, touched the back of his head, and continued to move forward with his curiosity. It didn't take a few steps. Seeing a doll more than one person tall on the street corner, Xu Zheng was taken aback and cautiously went up to take a closer look.

When I got closer, I couldn't see the puppet move. Xu Zheng walked over boldly and looked carefully.

The puppet squatted on the street, its body covered with dust, one hand on the ground, the other hand to protect the chest, I don't know how many years to maintain this movement, the hands supporting the ground and the soil on the ground merged into one. Look at it from afar. This kind of action seems to be very humiliating, as if the hero has come to an end and finally dies impatiently.

The whole puppet is more than half taller than the average person, more than half stout, with a head, torso, and limbs, a helmet on the head, and the workmanship of the hands and feet is quite fine, all of which are wearing armor, and a huge unedged sword is diagonally carried on its back. The whole body shape looks like an adult sturdy man who has been magnified by more than half, with broad shoulders, thin waist, narrow hips, and slender limbs, and he looks quite heroic. Gently uncover the helmet and see that even the facial features are more exquisite, completely made of imitation of human beings, with thin lips and a straight nose, face lines like knives, and two magic crystals in the eyes, but they have lost their magic power, dull, and look like they are blind. There was a lid in the middle of the breastplate, Xu Zheng carefully opened it and looked inside. There was also a fist-sized magic crystal inside, which was also dim and dull, and it looked very clean because it was protected in the cover, but it no longer exuded the smell of magic.

"Is it a magician's battle puppet?" Xu Zheng muttered to himself, and he was stunned for a moment.

According to what I saw in the library of Ogma, the powerful magicians or alchemists in the Aris continent from a long time ago, especially the alchemists, would make a kind of magic puppet called the Magician, the weak ones could help with some daily work, the strong ones could help fight and protect their masters, and the super ones even claimed to have low-level souls, like a real person.

Forrest Gan also studied this kind of manipulation, but the method of making it has long been lost, and the old alchemist tried it a few times, and after making a few wastes, he reluctantly gave up, lamenting that the ancestors were too strong, but the descendants could not continue. Unexpectedly, I saw this advanced product of magical civilization here.

After a few more glances at it, Xu Zheng was even more sure that it must be a battle puppet like a magic master. Because Xu Zheng flipped through it, and finally saw in its helmet something like this written in Old World instead of Victor City: Farne Scott's loyal friend, Mark. If I'm not mistaken, Mark should be the name of the magician, and its owner should be called Farne Scott.

There can be a name called Mark, this magic envoy should be a powerful existence with a soul level in the legend. Out of respect, Xu Zheng put on Mark's helmet again, carefully straightened it, and then saluted the battle puppet, shook his head and sighed and continued to walk.

Walking all the way forward, twisting and turning through the streets, I saw many Dharma harnessers along the way, all of them lost their magic power, or standing, or squatting, or sitting, or lying scattered everywhere, with their heads bowed, quietly, without a trace of life. Most of them are well preserved, and only a few of them break off from the joints and fall to the side. Whenever he saw such a situation, he didn't know why, Xu Zheng would always be tempted to pick up his severed limb and find a way to put it back in place and splice it together, so that the sleeping magic could maintain a complete form.

Just like his friend Tiehu did during the Star Wars, Xiaohuzi always does not treat human soldiers differently from mechanical soldiers, and the mechanical soldiers who serve under the Tiger Admiral who is known as the iron-clad tiger, from the smallest to the lowest orderly, can also get the honor of the interstellar alliance flag when they die. Tiehu's move is infinitely respected. In those years, in order to defend the Iron Tiger, there was a feat of mechanical soldiers rushing into the enemy formation and detonating themselves when the ammunition was exhausted. This feat was performed only once in the entire Hundred Years of Interstellar War, and all eight hundred and three mechanical soldiers in the regiment were blown to pieces. No other general has this honor. Therefore, Iron Tiger's behavior affected Xu Zheng, and Xu Zheng, who was his friend, like Iron Tiger, believed that mechanical soldiers were not just a combination of machines and programs. As long as you give affection to them, they will also develop feelings for you. When struggling on the line of life and death, that kind of feeling is called combat friendship. Solid, indestructible, and worth the cost of one's life to maintain it.

Xu Zheng thought that the behavior of the Iron Tiger was very great, and the self-detonation of the mechanical soldier regiment touched the depths of Xu Zheng's soul, so instinctively, he was learning to imitate the style of the Iron Tiger, and when the other party seemed to have life and wisdom, Xu Zheng would treat it with the attitude of treating intelligent lifeforms.

In Vic City, Xu Zheng's way is to give these Dharma Masters a sense of tranquility and respect, so that their complete faces can be put to sleep.

Xu Zheng didn't walk fast, and later he would subconsciously look for the magic envoy on the street. Every time I see one, I will find a way to wipe it clean, and put the broken ones together, try to keep them intact, and let them stay there with dignity. If these were magicians who had served magicians or alchemists all their lives, Xu Zheng believed that they also deserved to be treated in the same way.

From wandering aimlessly along the streets to subconsciously looking for the scattered magicians, the whole Victor City is not big, but it is not small, Xu Zheng put on the helmet of the last magician lying on the ground, pulled up his hands and folded them on his chest, and wiped them clean, he actually felt hungry. To be able to feel this way shows that I have been doing this almost all day.

Scratching his scalp, Xu Zheng couldn't help but smile in confusion: "Look, Xiaohuzi, if you were here, would you be proud of me for doing this?" Anyway, I myself was very relieved and felt that I had done what I had done. ”

opened his personal space and rummaged for a while, but fortunately, Xu Zheng had the bad habit of stuffing everything into it, and when he flipped through it, he found that there were a lot of things to eat, such as dried meat, bread, cheese, and even snacks, including the homemade maltose that McCasse gave himself. There are ordinary clear water, orange wine, orange sparkling wine, wine, grape sparkling wine, and the most excessive is the mysterious liquid that was used to make the special fountain of life for Warcraft that was often drunk in the vast forest and sea in the hairball.

Xu Zheng laughed out loud and said, "Who said that it is a bad habit to take and put things in a mess? If I didn't have this bad habit, everyone would only drink the northwest wind!"

took out a bun that didn't know if it had been released in the Year of the Monkey, but it still looked like a freshly baked bread, and shared it with hairballs and lulu, Xu Zheng smiled while eating: "After a while, let's continue to set off to find the secret of Victor City." ”

Lulu held the bread and nibbled on it, and suddenly stopped chewing, and the hair on his whole body exploded!

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