Gods, huh...... I think they should be called the 'lame kings'. It's easy to become a god, any mage who opens up his half-plane, grabs some wisdom and puts it inside, congratulations, you are their god —— the master of the tides

Although he only watched a battle of less than a second, Richie felt a lot.

Originally, he thought that the battle of the Legendary Rank would have to be fought for at least three days and three nights, until the sky was dark and the sun and moon were gone. But he couldn't even see it clearly. Richie believes that he wouldn't even be able to watch this level of combat if it weren't for Papacama protection.

And Baron Truxina's careful teaching of his daughter made him feel that the road to the strong did not seem to be as simple as he originally thought. Rich originally thought that the mage's cultivation was just to learn higher-end magic, meditate and accumulate more magic, and hold it until the mana is stronger than others and knows more magic than others, and then he can turn over and crush all the way......

Anyway, it's all written in the previous books.,After the protagonist crosses,,Just pick up a broken book and practice can be smooth sailing.,Just promote a realm.,You can destroy enemies of the same level.。

Then, he now felt that the truly powerful people should be carefully taught from an early age like Miss Baron, rather than being alone behind closed doors, because they will never lack one thing - experience.

In his previous life, Richie studied mechanical engineering, and he was most impressed by how important 'experience accumulation' is. On one occasion they designed a new machine specifically for a customer, using a new type of part, which was very advanced in concept, not only easy to maintain, but also able to replace seven or eight parts with one part. It's a pity that the parts that come out of the machine tool can't meet the standard, and there is always oil leakage, even if the five-axis machining center is changed. Seeing that the delivery date was approaching, everyone was in a hurry, but they made no progress except for cutting out a dozen substandard parts. Later, I found an eighth-level worker in the factory, and the master polished it with sandpaper, stroked and measured it with his fingers, and in just two days, a qualified standard part was baked.

Thinking of this, Richie realized that he and Monnie had taken it for granted before, and at this moment, he was so eager for a good teacher.

The battle on the battlefield Richie couldn't see it, but he could hear it. The sound of the fight was earth-shattering, and the birds and beasts near the Amos barrier fled in panic, the roar of the orc legend was agitated, but Gareth's laughter was full of anger, and he even had the pleasure of thinking about it:

"Gawain, prepare a big barrel of wine for Lao Tzu. Lao Tzu will use this orc's head as a wine cup in a while. ”

Gruss Gawain's reaction made Richie very incomprehensible: "The healing team is ready!"

What kind of rhythm is this? The generals at the front are talking and laughing and slaying the enemy chieftain, and this spirit is comparable to 'slashing Huaxiong with warm wine'! To use a vulgar analogy: This kind of man who pulls the wind is a firefly in the dark night sky no matter where he is, and he doesn't need to give money when he goes out to find a young lady. If Richie had been the commander now, he would have ordered the three armies to celebrate the soon-to-be-triumphant warriors. His Excellency Gawain asked the treatment team to prepare, which is obviously an extreme distrust of his comrades.

However, as the rickety figure in the sky flew closer, Richie finally understood how prescient Gawain was.

Gareth Hammer's hammer, which never left his body, was gone, and the armor on his body was tattered, and he had to start as a nine-bag elder when he wore this outfit to apply for a job in the Beggar Gang. One arm is drooping, dancing with the wind, like a falling maple leaf, and like a falling flower with the waves, but it is not like a human upper limb...... The whole chest was dissected, the liver was half hanging, the heart was intact, the shutters were also there, the still sound hand was carrying a pair of water, the large intestine, small intestine, and duodenum were completely mixed together, and adding some water was a pot of good chop soup......

After staggering down the city walls, Gareth's performance was definitely tough. He kicked over one of the knights who wanted to come up to him, and grinned triumphantly, "Where is my hound?"

A knight immediately stepped forward and bowed to the order: "My lord, we are here!"

"Haha...... Go and get my hammer and the orc's head back!Grus, where's my rum?!"

Richie was stunned, he had heard of scraping bones to cure poison, but Guan Erye still had to play chess to distract himself...... The person in front of him, who has been so seriously injured, still talks and laughs and does not change his face, he is simply inhuman!

In terms of racial composition, this is also true......

But who knows, handsome is only three seconds. When the knight turned to leave, Gareth rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

A group of therapists who had been around early on the side skillfully stepped forward to carry out the treatment, no one exclaimed, no one panicked, everything was in order, as if they were all accustomed to this scene.

Richie looked at Gawain with admiration, Gao! What a high! Part-time prophet, can you expect this?

Soon, Richie noticed some special figures in the healing group, although these guys were also wearing robes, but they were completely different from the standard robes of the Duke's Palace, with a unique patterned style, and they all wore badges on their chests, and the style of the badges matched the clothes very well.

"Who are they?"

"My lord, they are the priests of the temple. "Nicholas has a rare opportunity to perform.

"Temple?"

"Well, that's where believers in the gods live. Look at these people as priests of the sun god and the goddess of life. ”

This made Richie find it strange that such a thing as a god was defined as a profession in Olivia's books, not yet an indigenous profession in the Great World of Truth, but a power system assimilated through dimensional warfare. Among the few books he has read, there is a war between mages and gods in the Great World of Truth, and according to the records, the battle is quite tragic.

The most important thing is that there are some books in Olivia's collection that are very interesting when they look at the title, but the female elves do not allow him to read them, such as: "How to Become a God", "Anatomy of the Ontological Structure of the Gods", "The Standard Process of God Slaughter", "The Nature of Faith - Mana Theft", ......

Richie can see from these titles that the mages actually have no reverence for the gods, and even treat the gods as guinea pigs, thieves and the like. He was just curious how Victor, a dignified lord of the gods, could allow followers of the gods to enter such an important fortress to participate in the war.

If you don't understand, of course you have to ask.

But Victor didn't have time to explain to him at this time: "This problem is very simple and responsible. The orcs rushed up right away, and now I don't have time to explain to you. You just have to remember that before we were a mage, first we were a lord. For the lords, as long as it is beneficial to the territory, we must absorb. I have a few books you can read, "The Effect of Faith on Crime Rate and Productivity", "The Benefits and Conflicts of the Teachings of the Gods on the Rights of the Lords", "Comparative Experiment Records of the Weakening of the IQ of Believers", ...... You just have to remember not to believe in those 'cripples'. By the way, how about reading these books as your next test?"

"Okay! What about the reward?"

"How about an afternoon tea?"

"I think a county seems more suitable. ”

"Then you can consider finding someone to kill me, so that the whole Northland is yours. ”

"I'll talk about it when I find a way. ”