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"If this is the northern mountains of Scotland, then we have a long way to go, otherwise we will have to borrow worldly means of transport, and we need to get out of here anyway!" said Hansel, thoughtfully.

"I can use the space spell to leave, but I can't take too many people with me, not all of them can withstand the pressure of space shuttle!" said Xiang Xiang.

While a few people were talking, Locke had already walked to a whole stone wall, "I remember, this is a miscellaneous storehouse, maybe there are some leftover tools from the past!", he said, holding out his finger and marking a simple magic mark on the stone wall.

The sound of "rumbling ......" rocks rubbed against each other, and the stone wall opened in response. Because it was closed for a long time, the narrow space without air was blown by a gust of wind under the action of air pressure, and there was dust everywhere. When the dust and smoke dissipated, the dawn saw the layout inside.

On one side is a dense burlap bag, and it looks like it should be storing grain. In that dark age of the frenzied expansion of Christianity. Many strongholds will build these secret rooms to store strategic items, so that even if you retreat for a while, you will still have supplies to replenish when you return.

In the remaining corners of the chamber, a heavy wooden frame took up most of the space, and on top of it lay a dozen wands of varying lengths, all covered in dust. Locke stepped forward with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"Well, this is what those children left behind, let me take a look!" Locke gently stroked the inscription on the staff, "Godric Frey, this is a good young man, and the backbone of the year. But since the wands are here, it looks like they're all gone!"

Dawn didn't make a sound, and everyone present understood what the wand meant to the mage. With the exception of a few legendary mages who reached the pinnacle who could cast spells without a wand, most ancient mages would have their wands with them for the rest of their lives. Most of the Druid's early staffs were made of oak or fir trees, and were about one and a half to two meters long, generally taller than humans. Later, with the advancement of technology, especially the use of magical substances on the bodies of elemental creatures to strengthen them, the wand gradually decreased in size, eventually becoming about thirty to fifty centimeters in length. Their most important function is to release the mixed magic power in the mage's body in a more effective and concentrated way by using the array guide rail engraved on the wand, which can be said to be an extension of the mage's body.

"Do you Celtic Christians use staffs?" asked Hansel, curiously.

"Yes, while we accept some of the teachings from Christ, we continue to use the spells from the druids. You know, it's easier to use a wand for natural spells!" Locke collected the wands from the wooden shelves, and it was no surprise that they should have been sent back by their living companions after their owners were killed. This wand is like a tombstone, engraved with the vicissitudes of the Celtic Christ.

Hansel shrugged his shoulders and learned more about the Celtic Christ. This is definitely a deformed product born in the gap between two religions, and no matter which side wins the final victory, they have no future to speak of. Unlike the druids, the magic of the papal priests does not come from personal meditation, but from the feedback and gifts of Jehovah. So their casting tools were not wands, but crosses, idols, or scriptures, which were tainted with the breath of the Lord and could be the most effective medium of communication with heaven. This alone shows how much they differ from Catholic orthodoxy.

"I found it, I hope I can continue to use it!" Locke opened a display case next to him with some surprise, and after another puff of smoke and dust, several flying tools that made Dawn jaw-dropping appeared in front of everyone.

"Senior, are you kidding, broom?" Dawn looked embarrassed.

"What's the problem, it's one of the most convenient means of transportation, comfort...... At least it's better than riding a horse!" said Locke, slightly embarrassed.

The broom is indeed a traditional means of transportation for Celtic mages, and its characteristics are as representative as the flying carpet in Arabia, the clouds in Kyushu, and the flying sword, but this does not mean that everyone can accept it. It wasn't Chenxi herself who was present, and many people would take riding this thing as a joke.

"That's all we can use, even though it looks a little ...... It's not very pretty, but it's still precious!" Locke cast a spell to clean the dust off the broom, and after checking it, he found that there were still four more that could be used, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"A standard broomstick is made from oak branches and mistletoe branches, and the most magical parts of the plant are selected, and only when the two plants are properly combined can they form a floating effect. The later production process is also quite exquisite, the year of the oak tree, the year of mistletoe, the season of picking, the time of drying, and the carving of the magic circle, although it seems inconspicuous, it is definitely a very valuable magical equipment!" Locke introduced very hard.

Dawn also agreed that Locke was not lying, and that although the broomstick appeared from time to time in secular magical works, it was not so common in the real world of cultivation. In any civilization, equipment that can carry people is valuable, and the world of magic is no different. Before the invention of the broomstick, many human cultivators in ancient times still relied on pack beasts to travel long distances. As for long-distance teleportation spells, in addition to the spatial magic circles set up in some big forces, private teleportation techniques require a very high level of spatial attainment.

"I remember when Lorraine could use a powder to build a portal?" Dawn suddenly remembered her journey to the Black Forest.

"Void Stone powder, that kind of extravagant magic material is very rare now, and the teleportation location needs very clear coordinates!" Locke said helplessly, "But speaking of which, where are you going?"

"Of course it's my manor in Devonshire, in the south of England, where we can take a break for a while!" Dawn just opened her mouth when she noticed that Locke's expression was wrong, "Senior, you have your own arrangements?"

"That's right, I need to put my son's soul in place, remake him into a physical body or something. You know, the world is about to be in chaos, once the gods go to war, the soul will become a strategic resource, and sending him to reincarnate at this time will harm him!" Locke's voice was a little deep, he had always been in contact with the Christian Church and knew the plan for the Last Judgment. "Moreover, I also need to find those lost old ministries, they should still exist in secret!"