Before Zavak could take a few steps, Magina flickered, directly in front of him.

He raised the wooden staff in his hand and was about to resist, but found that there was not a trace of usable elemental power in the air around him.

This is the phenomenon of mana loss caused by Magina's special physique.

Looking at the other party's cold eyes, Zavak suddenly retreated in a panic, and shouted in his mouth: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, if I die, the voodoo in your body will not be solved." ”

Magina smiled coldly, "Don't bother you, I've solved the voodoo myself." With that, he grabbed Zawak by the neck and lifted him up.

Zavak struggled hard, taking the potion from his waist in his hand and beckoning to Majina's body, but it was all in vain.

"To tell you the truth, I'd love to torture you and let you die, but I've changed my mind. After saying that, Majina used a force in his hand, only to hear a crisp sound, and Zavak's neck was directly choked off by him.

Throwing Zawak's body aside, he didn't hesitate and ran straight in the direction of the wooden boat.

After a toss to get the wooden boat into the sea, Magina flickered onto the boat, glanced at the island of Aktura behind her, and then looked at the blazing continent on the other side.

In the dark forest, the corpse of Zavak, whose neck had been choked, lay quietly.

I don't know how long it took, Zavak, who should have been dead a long time ago, actually moved slightly, and a faint light seeped out imperceptibly from his body.

The neck that had been broken a long time ago slowly recovered, and the closed eyes suddenly opened.

"This voodoo recovery technique is really powerful, if I hadn't mastered it in advance, I'm afraid I would really be killed by that guy. Zavak stood up, twisted his slightly sore neck, and said coldly.

By the time he walked out of the forest and reached the beach, Magina had already left the place in a wooden boat, and all that was left on the beach was Zawak's resentful roar.

Leaning on the small wooden boat, which could hold ten people in the ocean, Magina was suddenly confused again, and he didn't know where he was going next.

He suddenly remembered the strange scroll from earlier, so he took it out of his bosom and opened it to look at it, only to find that on the scroll, suddenly silver light swelled, and a series of words and an image similar to a map were suspended directly above the scroll like a projection.

If it weren't for the fact that the current Magina has a strong sense of the world of elemental power, I am afraid that he would not have been able to detect these at all.

On closer inspection, he discovered that this scroll was actually left by the fifth presiding officer of the Xingyin Temple, which recorded some of his experiences before coming to the Xingyin Temple, especially mentioning a very special material called "Starfall Mirror".

The fifth presiding officer of the Star Hidden Temple, who was once a powerful man who was extremely obsessed with weapons, had traveled all over the world, and had heard of this material in a place called the Rift Shadow Wasteland.

According to the host, this Starfall Mirror is a special material from another world, and if you can obtain it and turn it into a weapon, you will be able to create a powerful army of phantoms.

Of course, all this was his conjecture, and he had already died before he could verify the truth of the legend, thus leaving the volume with somewhat illusory assumptions.

The map, on the other hand, clearly marked the location of the Rift Wasteland, and when you look closely, it seems to coincide with the direction in which Magina is sailing.

He slammed the scroll into his arms, looking at the dark ocean, his confused heart seemed to have a direction again.

Although this is just a legend, for Magina now, he must try any possibility, because he has no choice.

When the morning came, the sun struggled to shine through the dim clouds above, revealing a little mottled haze, barely illuminating the world.

In this continent, you can't find anything related to light, as if darkness is everything here, and it makes people feel extremely depressed.

Waves of the sea continued to lap the hull of the wooden boat, causing countless splashes.

Magina, who was sleeping on the deck, was awakened by the cold sea and stretched to wake up.

Glancing around, Aktura Island was long gone, and all that remained was an ocean.

Hunger pangs came, and Magina took a few random slices of jerky from below the deck of the wooden ship and devoured them.

Fortunately, Zavak had been well prepared, and had prepared enough food and water for one person to eat for a month on the wooden boat, otherwise Majina would have starved to death before he could go ashore.

The sea breeze was still blowing around her, and after Magina finished eating the jerky in her hand, she took out the scroll in her arms and looked at it.

This is the third day of Magina's voyage, and before, because of the island of Aktura as a reference, Magina still knows the general direction of the journey.

But now!

In the absence of any reference, let alone discerning the direction, it is difficult to distinguish whether the wooden boat is moving forward or not.

All Magina could do was let the wooden boat drift with the flow.

A seagull landed on the bow of the boat, flapping its wings and shaking off the water from its feathers.

Watching the seagull fly, Magina couldn't help but be a little envious of it.

On the tenth day at sea, Magina suffered from seasickness, and from then on, vomiting became something he had to experience every day.

On the dark sea, a wooden boat swayed alone along the current.

Magina, who was already weakened by vomiting, lay on the deck and vibrated herself.

Fiddling with the few pieces of food in front of her, Magina smiled bitterly, if she couldn't find the mainland to land, she would be starved to death.

In a daze, Magina fell asleep again.

At this time, time has become meaningless for Magina, because he is so faint that he can't even distinguish between day and night, waking up is vomiting, vomiting is sleeping, and he is completely on the verge of collapse.

After a long, long time, a sudden dull crash woke up the sleeping Magina.

He slowly straightened up, driving his somewhat disobedient body, and saw a pitch-black reef standing in front of the wooden boat.

"Reef!" The moment she saw the reef, Majina's whole person seemed to be electrocuted, there was a reef nearby, and there was very likely to be land around it.

Sure enough, when Magina finally managed to hold up her body and look around, a piece of land with a shimmering light appeared on the surface of the sea not far away.

"Wow!" said Magina, who exclaimed excitedly, not caring about the tiredness of her body, and paddling towards the continent with all her might.

Before arriving on land, Magina was surprised to find that there were many large and small boats docked on the edge of the beach.

There were sailors cleaning the hull of the ship, and people seemed to be hoisting their sails and preparing to set sail.

Truckloads of materials were loaded onto the ship, shouting and shouting, and the noise came and went, and there was a thriving scene.

Watching this scene blankly, the paddle in Magina's hand was faster.

When the wooden boat ran aground, Magina couldn't wait to jump off it.

As a result, because his feet were weak, the whole person knelt down again.

After nearly a month of drifting, he had to forget what it was like to walk on land.

He laughed and stumbled to his knees on the beach.

Everyone who was busy on the beach looked at him with a strange look, but no one stepped forward to ask anything.

They have long been accustomed to this kind of displacement at sea.

Running all the way to the woods, Magina came to a pool of clear water, and drank a full drink, and when the satisfaction completely filled his whole stomach, he stopped, and burped contentedly.

After resting in place for a while, and when his strength had regained somewhat, he followed the people who were shuttling through the woods and walked forward.

Walking in the crowd, Majina's tattered monk's clothes are really eye-catching, and she hasn't washed for a month, and her dejected appearance is even more miserable than a beggar sleeping on the street.

But Magina ignored it all, still carrying the package on her back and continuing to walk.

After walking for more than half an hour, a large human town appeared in front of him.

Originally, this should be a happy thing, at least entering the human city-state, food, clothing, housing and transportation are not a problem, however, he forgot one thing, he didn't bring money.

Gold is the universal currency of the Mad Month.

When he walked into the tavern, the smell of wine, mixed with the unique smell of bacon, penetrated his nostrils, and his stomach, which had not eaten a good meal in a month, suddenly screamed in anger.

He was tempted to rush in for an overlord meal, and then flicker and leave, presumably no one would catch him, but then.

He didn't want to be a wanted criminal in the city just after he entered here.

In desperation, he could only come up with the idea of the scroll in the package.

He walked into a shop, took a relatively ordinary scroll from the package and handed it to the shopkeeper, "See how much this is worth?"

The shopkeeper was an old man, he took the scroll and flipped it out to look at it, and his expression suddenly changed greatly, but he quickly hid this emotion, for fear of being discovered by the other party.

He thought about it for a moment and smiled at Magina, "This friend, I don't know this flame spell, what price do you want to sell it for?"

As Magina listened, she suddenly felt a little confused.

When he was in Xingyin Temple, all the expenses were contracted by the temple, even the gold coins, he had only seen a few times, and money was just a concept for him.

Not to mention assessing the value of this scroll, he didn't even know the basic price of this world.

After thinking about it, Magina said to the shopkeeper, "You just have to look at it." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, a touch of the unique treachery of the merchant flashed in his eyes, and he probably saw that Magina didn't understand the market, so he immediately smiled and said: "This friend, although your scroll is precious, some of the key points recorded in it about comprehending the spell are also very detailed, but the power is too weak, and those who can afford it can't look down on it, and those who can afford it may not be able to buy it, so ah, your scroll is worth five hundred gold coins at most." ”

Magina didn't think about it, "Five hundred is five hundred!"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper laughed and hurriedly stuffed the cloth bag full of five hundred gold coins into Majina's hand, for fear that the other party would regret it.

Putting away the gold coins, Magina casually asked the shopkeeper, "I want to ask you about something, I wonder if you have heard of the Rift Wasteland." ”

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