The wooden door was slammed open from the inside, and Tariq appeared in front of Lear with red eyes, and the big man of the iron tower, who was more than two meters tall, had lost a whole weight at this time, and there were a few tears in his eyes when he looked at Lear.

"Your Excellency!" Tariq was full of alcohol, but fortunately he hadn't lost his mind, and the first time he saw Lear, he got down on one knee, but his right sleeve was empty, and the arm he used to support it was gone.

"Hmm. Lear replied in a low voice, and then passed by Tariq's side, the barbarian's reaction was quite satisfactory to him, depression was inevitable, but if he completely lost his fighting spirit and fell willingly, then no one could save him.

"Get up. Lear randomly sat down facing Tariq, and then continued: "I have an idea, but I'm not sure, it's all my own guess, you listen to me first, and then the decision is up to you." ”

There is no need to beat around the bush to communicate with a real warrior, and if Tariq is irretrievable, then Lear will turn around and leave as soon as possible, and it will be good to provide him with a generous pension for the rest of his life.

"Boom!" Tariq thumped his chest with his left fist and stood straight.

"Nada's situation must be remembered, with your current injury, even the Holy Light Technique will not be able to renew the severed limbs for you, two ways, the first is I will invite the best teacher for you, you start practicing your left-handed weapon from now on, although the combat power will definitely be greatly damaged, but you can still go to the battlefield in the future.

Second, I will kill you now, and then resurrect you by reincarnation, but I am not sure if this will damage your soul, and I am not sure whether your broken arm will be reborn after you are resurrected, everything depends on my guess, if you can't be reborn, you still have to take the first path. Don't rush to answer me, I'll wait here until you make your choice. ”

After saying this, Lear didn't look at Tariq either, but poured himself a glass with the wine bottle on the table, his gaze could put pressure on the other party and make the other party make the wrong choice, which is not what Lear wants.

Originally, Lear didn't want to do this, and aside from the question of arousing the wrath, what he said to Tarik was true, but after seeing the fierce desire for battle in the other party's eyes from the moment he entered the door, Lear understood what Tarik wanted.

For the barbarians, the passion for battle is above all else, it is deeply imprinted in the soul of their ancestors by the blood of their ancestors, for which they are willing to give their lives, and if they are deprived of the opportunity and ability to fight, it is simply more sad than death.

So Lear lets Tariq make his own choice.

"Please do it, sir!"

Tariq didn't hesitate to kneel down again, but this time, his head was raised, and there was a burning fire in his eyes as he looked at Lear.

A sharp ice edge appeared in Lear's hand, "Have you thought it through?"

"Poof!" Tariq slammed his throat into the ice edge, warm blood falling between Lear's eyes, drop by drop like a barbarian's unchanging determination.

"As you wish!" Lear stood up, and as for the wrath of the Grim Reaper, go.

"Yellow Springs Underworld, Endless Soul Abyss, in the name of the dragon god, order you to close, so that the soul of the warrior will not fall, the spirit of the mountains and rivers, the spirit of the earth, listen to my will, so that the body of the hero will be reincarnated and reborn, and the glory of the warrior will be bathed in eternal fire!"

The strong earth element fluctuations instantly filled the entire room, and even the depths of the courtyard were filled with a layer of deep green, and a faint white light and shadow had just drifted to the position of the door, and was pulled back by a huge gravitational force, and on the Dragon God Square in the distance, the statue of Yasha seemed to open its eyes slightly, and then returned to endless silence.

Wrapped in the surging earth elementals, Tariq's body began to undergo drastic changes, and the blood on his right shoulder began to fall off piece by piece, but not a trace of blood flowed out.

The elemental spirits, which were originally invisible, were now intertwined into spirals, constantly melting into the wound on Tariq's right shoulder, and fresh flesh and blood grew little by little.

Seconds later, a brand new arm appeared on Tariq's right shoulder.

Intact as new!

But it wasn't until half a minute later that Tariq opened his eyes in a daze, even if it was his own soul, it would take time to get used to returning to his physical body.

And the blood hole in his throat has naturally disappeared.

"I'm ......"

Tariq lay on the ground and looked around blankly, but as the soul fusion deepened, a huge amount of memories suddenly flooded into his mind, and after an exclamation of "ah", he remembered them all.

"Your Excellency!" he looked at his restored right hand excitedly, clenched his fist in disbelief and waved his arm violently, and when he turned to look at Lear, there were tears in his eyes.

"Move around and see if there's anything wrong. Lear sat in his seat and didn't move, unlike ordinary elemental magic, reincarnation involves the soul level, and after casting, it will also cause a heavy burden on his own soul, so his face is also a little pale at the moment.

Hearing this, Tariq quickly stood up, looked around and saw that there was nothing handy, and then strode into the courtyard, and walked over to a large tree the size of a bucket.

Holding the tree with both hands, Tariq was puffed up, then looked back at the door, where Lear was already smiling and standing, and he motioned for Tariq to start.

"Ahh

"Get up!" Tariq lifted his waist upwards sharply, and after a burst of earth and stones scattered, the big tree weighing more than two hundred catties was directly carried by him on his shoulder.

"Hahahahaha!" The barbarian burst into an uncontrollable burst of laughter, only to realize what he had done and walked over to Lear and knelt down heavily.

"Sword Mountain and Sea of Fire, Ten Thousand Army Mountains, from now on, I will only listen to your orders!"

............

It was night, and the wind and clouds were light.

After solving two major problems, Lear is finally able to calm down and deal with his own affairs.

After the end of the war, he clearly felt that the mana pool in his body had expanded again, and the accumulated mana had reached a new peak.

The magic was surging in him, urging him like a tidal wave to open up new worlds, read books or it would explode.

Fortunately, with the protection of the icon of Asha, he could easily channel the overflowing magic into the natural air, but when all the trivial things were over, it should be resolved.

Influenced by Asha's will, as long as Lear stays in Spartacus, he has an almost inexhaustible supply of magic, which disappears after leaving the city-state, but it still gives Lear the opportunity to touch the deeper magical world.

His mana pool had now turned into a huge whirlpool of mana, at the very center of his spiritual ocean, like the eye of a hurricane pulling a storm, and the earth and water elements were spinning wildly around it.

At this moment, the carrying capacity of the magic vortex has obviously reached the upper limit, and the power of the elements floating outside cannot enter, but there are still clumps of elements being thrown out inside.

In the process, the forces of the two elements collided disorderly, and gradually moved from a state of fusion to antagonism, and even small wars broke out in several places.

No wonder Lear felt a tingling pain in his brain after today's operation, it turned out that the elemental power in his body had been chaotic to such a point, and if he didn't deal with it, the consequences would be a bit serious.

But escalating this kind of thing is really not a challenge for Lear.

As soon as his mind moved, a new vortex of magic slowly took shape in his spiritual sea.

At first, it just rotated slowly like a funnel, but as more and more elemental power was absorbed, the area covered by the vortex became larger and larger.

However, the strange thing is that when the new magic vortex reached a peak and gradually stabilized, the large vortex next to it suddenly turned violently again.

A large amount of elemental power was thrown into the magic vortex that had just stabilized, and in desperation, the new vortex could only start to expand twice.

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