The parchment paper attached to the frost worm's head in front of him has the pattern of a secret imprint of a moth with four wings on its back. The front pair of wings of the moth is brown with blue star-striped lace, and the back pair of wings is blue with brown spiral lace. Each wing is embedded with an orange-yellow ring like a flame burning, which is beautiful and gorgeous.

The owner of this arcane sigil is supposed to be a female mage. Barrett stood next to Old Will, looking at the parchment above the frost worm's head, and guessing irresponsibly in his mind. He thinks that men should not have the heart to design such complex patterns.

However, if the subject is changed to a mage, Barrett is a little unsure, maybe the mage community will also have the kind of sissy who likes that kind of delicate and gorgeous patterns. He sneered.

Barrett had also seen Old Will's arcane imprints, and in order to avoid accidentally getting lost, Old Will had left a lot of his own arcane imprints on the trunks of the ubiquitous fir trees along the way, which he used as road signs.

The pattern of the mark was that of an ordinary oak tree, neither lush nor withered, not unlike the woods or roadsides.

This pattern was a far cry from the young mage's black and white circle of unknown significance, and the colorful moth on the parchment. However, the pattern itself is of no extra use other than reflecting the mage's own preferences.

The real usefulness of the Arcane Mark spell is that when the mages cast it, they attach their own unique magic fluctuations to the pattern formed by the magic.

This kind of magic fluctuation is like a signature or fingerprint, which is unique to each mage, and its functions are also diverse, if it is used as identification, it will be more secure and effective than a signature or fingerprint, and its duration can also be determined according to the mage himself Whether it is permanent or temporary, it is indeed convenient to be abnormal.

"To transport such a large thing, we still use a temporary teleportation circle instead of a permanent circle, so the cost of magic stones is not a lot of money. Old Will revealed a hint of distress in his tone, "But fortunately, it's not up to us to pay for this consumption, otherwise it will really outweigh the losses." ”

Old Will chattered with Barrett while drawing a circle on the ground, "Those magic crystals are worth almost half the story in your stomach. The mage joked.

"If only they could turn into gold. Barrett smiled and patted himself on the abdomen, "That way, I can become a rich man, a rich man comparable to a mage." The barbarian emphasized the word mage.

"There is no doubt that mages are synonymous with wealth and generosity. But I have to tell you, there is also a distinction between 'poor' and 'rich' among mages. ”

Will mage pointed to the parchment on top of the frost worm's head, and the arcane imprint on it was vivid, "And this Laurent mage is undoubtedly the 'richest' of the 'rich'. The mages who knew how to make gold were all walking mints, and the common people often said that 'the mages breathe will bring out the golden sand', referring to these people. Although Master Will said this, there was no envy in his tone, "You sell them magic materials, and they can sell them a hundred times the profit through alchemy." As for me. He pointed to himself again, "It belongs to the 'poor' level." ”

That's the pauper among the mages, Barrett said in his heart.

"Alchemy is too boring and requires great patience and a great deal of knowledge. Even for mages, few people can hold on. He pointed to himself and repeated, "Very few people can hold on." ”

"I once heard someone say that the 'nobility' of others cannot be exchanged for my 'lowliness'. It can only be said that everyone's pursuit is different. Barrett said. Marrying a red-haired girl, having children, using my savings to buy a farm, and living together for the rest of my life is undoubtedly beautiful, but it is not what I want.

Old Will repeated the proverb in his mouth, "It makes so much sense!" he looked very happy, "Surely he who can say such things understands the true meaning of life." Where did you hear that?" the mage asked curiously.

Where did I hear that?, Barrett thought to herself, and the phrase seemed to come to mind so naturally, but she had no clue how to find its source.

He shook his head a little dazedly.

At this moment, a creature resembling a sable emerged from the fog. It didn't get close to Barrett and the others, but it didn't leave, but Shi Shiran sat on the spot with two hind legs, quietly looking at the people who were busy around the frost worms, looking very calm.

When the ogre was curious to approach it, it moved a few steps, and when the distance was a little longer, it sat down again, like a polite diner waiting to eat.

"Hey, my good Moglock, do me a favor!" Old Will shouted to the ogre. The latter was trying to convince the gnome on its shoulder to shoot the "quiet eater" with a dagger, but its little friend just shook his head and refused to do so.

"Leave him alone, Moglock, it just wants to eat some leftovers. "Let our audience just watch, and when it finds out that we are not a restaurant, but an acrobat, it will naturally leave." Old Will beckoned, "Come here, help me put this big guy together, so that our magic circle will be much smaller, which can save a lot of time, and materials, the latter is especially important." ”

"It's a pity!" the ogre's tone revealed regret, "the weasel badger is delicious. ”

Moglock tugged at the frost worm's tail and rattled it around like a snake twice, and the sleeping creature immediately became much smaller.

Will mage walked around the frost worms, nodded in satisfaction, and began to draw the circle.

He used his fingers to guide the glittering magic ink in the bottle, forming a pattern on the ground little by little, and at first there were two concentric circles of standard shapes enclosing frost worms, and Barrett didn't know how Old Will could draw such a regular circle.

Then appeared a huge magical seven-pointed star. A seven-pointed star of magical ink passes under the frost worm, each vertex meeting concentric circles.

"It would be nice if the circle only needed to be that simple. Old Will sighed, and then began to draw one small but intricate magic symbol after another.

The mage would sometimes nod in satisfaction, and sometimes erase the magic symbol that had just been drawn and redraw it. He held out his hand to what seemed to be the wrong magic symbol, and the magic ink that had fallen to the ground would return to his hand.

It was supposed to be the Zero Ring spell, the "Mage's Hand," Barrett guessed.

Mages can use this spell to remotely control items, although it is only a zero-ring spell, the initial weight and distance of the object that can be remotely controlled are very low, but with the growth of the mage level, the effectiveness of this spell will also increase, it is a very widely used, very convenient spell.

More and more magic symbols appeared on the ground, and the bottle of dark black ** magic ink that shone with luster didn't seem to have decreased much. Apparently the quaint bottle was also a special kind of space equipment, and it contained much more liquid than it looked.

After about a meal, Old Will straightened up, "The magic is on top, it's finally done." He let out a long sigh of relief, tapped his shoulder, and then took out a few more sky-blue magic crystals, walked over to the magic circle that had already been formed, and embedded the magic stones in some places that seemed to be nodes.

The shape of those magic crystals was irregular, and most of them were half the size of a palm. The color of the hedr's azure sky does not seem to be its own color, but a faint glow that shines from the inside of the hedron.

Barrett also had a fingernail-sized spar in his cowhide bag, and the little spar was later taken away by the red-haired girl, who said that when she had the chance, she would buy a silver necklace and hang the spar on it as a pendant for the necklace.

Why did he think of her again, Barrett frowned, and focused his attention on the circle in front of him.

Everyone withdrew from the circle, and Old Will began to chant a spell of unknown significance. With the strange notes that the mage spat out in a sonorous tone, the arcane sigil on the parchment above the frostworm's head began to light up first.

Immediately afterward, the magic stones embedded in the circle also shone one after another, and the light flowed like a liquid through all the magic symbols on the circle.

As all the magic symbols began to shine and seemed to echo each other, Barrett suddenly heard a strange beep in his ears. The sound grew higher and higher, but it only lasted for a heartbeat, and when it reached its peak, the frost worm disappeared into the circle like a broken soap bubble with a "buzz" sound.

And the little creature sitting not far away, covered in snow, who didn't know whether it was a mink or a weasel badger, suddenly became overwhelmed with its well-behaved and quiet expression, as if it was confused by what was happening in front of him.

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