"Ha! Drink!" On the top of the Maglev Mountain Range, in a practice field opened up by Locke himself, Locke is holding a bladed sword and practicing his long-lost martial arts.

The bladed broadsword was originally created by Master Santa Bosh, and the streamlined sword body reduces the weight of the broadsword, not to mention the flexibility of the bladed greatsword, which is very suitable for users of Locke's wind fighting spirit.

In addition to the bladed sword, there is also a matching armor, Bosh magician is an old acquaintance, there is no pit Locke in this regard, summoning armor, only Locke's spiritual power is bound, and a thought in his heart will appear and wear it on Locke.

Normally, this armor becomes an inconspicuous bracer, which Locke wears on his arm.

Locke loved this set of equipment to death, and when he was on a mission with Hals and others a few months ago in the Western Three Islands, Locke was reluctant to take out this set of equipment for several missions with low risk.

Any piece of equipment has durability and a shelf life, and if there is any damage to the armor, it will be a painful expense for Locke to take it to Master Bosh for repair.

After all, it has been almost two weeks since he arrived in the Magnetic Hanging Mountains, and after Locke has dealt with the surrender of various races, he has gradually adapted to everything in this plane.

The temperature is a little higher than that of the wizarding world, the oxygen concentration is lower, the air is filled with the smell of sulfur, and the free energy in the environment is dominated by fire, earth, thunder, and light...... This is all summarized by Locke in the past half a month.

These environmental factors are all secondary to Locke, who is a formal knight, and first-level creatures can adapt to most of the harsh environments of the plane.

The only thing that still made him a little uncomfortable was the dimensional suppression effect that existed on Locke all the time.

The longer he stayed here, the more Locke missed his mother world, the three islands of the West, the land where he raised his mother's milk.

After Locke finished exercising, An Ma, who had been waiting for a long time, walked over and handed Locke a towel.

While wiping his sweat, Locke listened to Ann's report on the recent handover of materials from various clans.

"I know that, you go and keep an eye on the slave creatures, don't let them steal. Locke casually gave Ann a task.

"Yes. "This task cannot be sought.

In the past, there was often a strange disappearance of indigenous creatures in the Maglev Mountains, and it was always possible to see the bones of some eaten meat outside the camp of slave creatures.

Now with Locke's constraints, these slave creatures are much more honest.

After Ann left, Locke took out two things from the space ring, one was the Wind Fighting Qi cultivation technique, and the other was the negative energy fusion bead given by Master Michelle.

Originally, Locke planned to take the time to directly convert his Eagle Dou Qi after going to the different planes, but when he really started to try to convert his Dou Qi, he found that it was not so simple.

There can't be any mistakes in changing the exercises, Locke finally understands why Master Ashar persuaded himself not to change the attributes of the fighting spirit, he is a little unable to play the two exercises that are also the wind system fighting qi, and the exercises that are not used by the system will not cost him his life.

Plane suppression, the plane suppression of the Deep Blue Inferno World all the time, is the culprit that Locke does not dare to change the Dou Qi Gong method.

"Hey, it seems that I have to go back to the Western Three Islands before I can think about changing the exercises again. Locke thought helplessly.

He was still young, less than forty years old, and with the life span of a first-class knight of two hundred years, he still had a lot of youth to squander, and after thinking about it, Locke simply put it behind him and ignored it for the time being.

Turning his head to look at another object, a negative energy fusion bead.

After that master banquet, Locke checked the information, and realized how much he had picked up a bargain and how much he owed Master Michelle a favor.

The negative energy shield that can be activated to resist 20,000-degree attacks, and the strongest magic that a second-level mage can use is only around 10,000 degrees.

The attack strength of a third-level mage is around 30,000 degrees.

In other words, as long as Locke doesn't go to death by himself, with this negative energy fusion bead in his hand, his safety can be completely guaranteed.

And with Locke's character, he would definitely not go to a third-level creature to learn from.

Not to mention the third-level creatures, the second-level creature Locke didn't want to take a look, he knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, and at the first-level creature level, he was a figure, and his strength was almost above average, but under the second-level creature, he was nothing.

Locke is not a madman who only knows how to cultivate, he cares about his family, pays attention to family affection, and his current strength is enough for him, so he can complete the six-year mission of stationing in the heterotopic plane with peace of mind, accumulate some belongings along the way, and improve his strength, this is his original intention.

Putting away the two most valuable items he had on his body, Locke changed his clothes and walked out.

At this time, the top of the Maglev Mountain Range is a little lively, and there will be an average of more than a dozen tribes to send the materials for this quarter, Ann led dozens of Ledmond people to record the materials into storage, and a group of slave creatures lay on both sides of the road, yawning boredly.

Seeing Locke come out, these slave creatures with no low intelligence hurriedly nodded their heads in court.

And noticing Locke's Maglev Mountain race, he also reciprocated with restraint and awe. Locke's visit to the tribes two weeks ago to collect supplies made them remember the new ruler of the Magnetic Hanging Mountains.

Locke didn't come out to watch the slave creatures and natives sacrifice, and glanced at the blue-skinned spotted mastiff that was closest to him and the strongest, and Locke frowned. He needs a mount.

Locke didn't regret leaving Fermo in the Western Isles, where he wasn't there, and Raffi and Xia Qian needed a quasi-rank scorpion dragon to take care of their safety. It's just that when he got here, Locke didn't even have a means of transportation at this time.

From the shape of the muscles in its thighs and the size of its bones, Locke could tell that this guy was not suitable for long runs, but good at short bursts.

The Maglev Mountains cover an area of 20,000 kilometers, and this 20,000-kilometer radius is the territory that Locke needs to patrol.

Patrols don't need to be too frequent, an average of once every three weeks, focusing on expelling potential dangers that may exist in the Maglev Mountains and reporting to the Iron Ridge Fortress on special situations in the area under its jurisdiction.

If Locke discovers an unknown target that he can't beat, or a thorny problem that he can't solve, Iron Ridge will send a special knight to help solve it.

The spotted lion mastiff couldn't count on his own journey, and Locke turned his gaze to a few mid-level winged monsters nearby.

After a cursory sweep, Locke was slightly disappointed.

How big can an intermediate Warcraft level bird be, and whether it can carry it or not, not to mention the comfort level, it must not be comparable to the scorpion dragon's broad back.

Flying on his own, Locke sighed.

The patrol area of 20,000 square kilometers can take three days to patrol in a circle, to say the least.

Unable to do anything, Locke got up and flew west.