Top-level magic and top-level magic scrolls are basically two concepts, sealing a high-level magic with complex spells and a short preparation time to become a magic prop that can be instantaneously used by a junior magic apprentice, and from a certain point of view, this way of casting spells is fundamentally against the laws of the advanced art of magic. So the cost of such fouls is usually staggering, and needless to say, the crafting process is troublesome, and even making a scroll like the Flame Bomb can cost thousands of gold worth of gems that could have been used as magic amplification.

Not to mention the level of magic like Space Lock and Gravity Field, if not a forbidden spell, its preciousness is about the same. But now from Cedros's lips, it seemed to be very light, not much more valuable than ordinary magical items.

Cedros sat in his chair, his gray-bearded old man looking thin and small in front of the huge body of the Minotaur Priest, his expression and tone were not solemn, but now the High Priest of Tima looked at him as if he was looking up at a giant beast no less than a black dragon.

Sandface Mountains.

Towering several huge peaks rise between heaven and earth, and the clouds that surround the mountainside all year round completely cover the peaks above them, making these peaks look like pillars supporting heaven and earth, stretching and huge. The strong winds in the mountain streams, the thunderstorms and snowstorms that occur from time to time, even the huge Beamon, the Thunderbird, and the Eagle Eagle are just small ants struggling to survive in this majestic and cold mountain range.

At the foot of the mountain. In a clearing, Gru sat under a rock, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be resting.

In this mountain range, human beings are incomparably smaller. The wind in a mountain stream can tear man's fragile body to pieces, and even the lowest animals here are far taller and stronger than humans. But he just sat there very tired. But it seems to be as big as the majestic mountain behind it, cold, majestic, awe-inspiring, and not to be offended.

Several tall grey sacks popped up among the rocks in the distance, and immediately shrank back again. Although these animals are the main predators of Beamon, they are actually stronger and more ferocious than ordinary ogres. However, this simple-minded animal does not have the momentum of Gru. What held them back were other, more immediate reasons.

Beside Gru, at his feet, around him, were more than a dozen broken and mutilated corpses. Each corpse was dozens of times larger than his body, and it was the giant beast that stood at the top of the food chain in the mountains: Beamon, Thunderbird, Eagle Eagle. These ferocious animals are the kings of the Sandface Mountains. This clearing is not natural either, and the huge plants and rocks that break around it indicate that it was razed out in the fierce fighting.

Gru was reddish-brown all over, the color of dried blood. It was impossible to tell whether the blood was his own or the corpse. The whole person and the smell of this clearing, blood, and corpses are so integrated that all other animals dare not approach.

The sound of gold and iron slashing at each other with swords sounded in the clouds high in the sky, and it was transmitted through the fierce wind. Gru, who heard the voice, stood up. When he opened his eyes, a pair of dark and calm eyes looked at the three blue spots of light that had passed through the clouds.

Three blue points of light quickly approached and grew larger, these were three thunderbirds with blue electric light swirling around their bodies.

This should be the last group of "challengers", as long as the three more ptarmigans are repulsed, the animals here will instinctively recognize this territory as their territory.

This is only the outer edge of the mountains, and there are no more powerful Beamon behemoths and old ptarmigans. But it is still inconceivably difficult to establish such a territory in these animals, which are extremely sensitive to foreign organisms. However, once established, this will be the first step in establishing a base here.

Historically, even the strongest have never thought of establishing a stronghold in the Sandface Mountains, although the people who covet the magic gems here have never been lacking, but they have always tried to collect enough ore and then leave in a hurry, the conditions here are too harsh, and far from any civilization, supply and maintenance are unthinkable.

But if it was a strong and well-armed orc brigade, and if it was with the logistical support of Oufu, which was not too far from here, it was indeed possible to establish such a stronghold. The two Beamon cubs captured earlier have grown up a lot and have been successfully domesticated, and with a little assistance from the orcs, they can ensure the safety of the place and expand the territory. After that, the efficiency of planned surveying, mining and transportation is far from comparable to the small amount of stealing that adventurers have risked their lives again and again for a long time.

When the magicians of the Tower of Teeth saw the gems he had sent back to Orf, a group of old men who had been tall and arrogant were as red as Scrooge for many years saw the gold, and immediately hurriedly signed an alliance with Orf. Countless high-grade and even top-level magic gems passed through their hands, which meant countless high-grade scrolls and wands and magical equipment, which was an incomparably huge wealth and incomparable combat power.

Oufu will no longer have the slightest scruples about any power on the continent from now on, and in less than ten years, it will become the most developed, strong, and greatest empire in the entire continent. It was an empire he had built from scratch with one hand and one foot.

The three thunderbirds had already swooped in, their huge bodies as large as bipedal wyverns were covered with blue light, the air was full of thunder elements that erupted, their huge wings rolled up and the wind pressure even some small rocks were blown away, and the cries from the bird's beak were sonorous and sharp, like dozens of swords slashing and cracking against each other. The three Thunderbirds already had condensed thunderballs on their beak tips.

A low shout, whether it was the chirping of the thunderbird or the mighty wind, was drowned out by this low shout. Gru bent down and jumped, the rocks under his feet flying, and his whole body brought out a white fighting light to meet the three thunderbirds. His form was as inconspicuous as a bug beneath the three huge birds that emitted lightning.

With a click, the head of a thunderbird led by it, the beak of a bird that could tear apart the steel heavy armor, and the thunderball lightning that was about to be launched were all transformed into various fragments in the sky.

"I didn't expect Lancelot to have such a hand, I didn't expect that the hero of the human world, the knight, would actually use such a method. I sent both of my sons to Celeste. But I didn't expect Lancelot, who had been premeditated, to behave so naturally, and didn't let me see any clues...... "The irrepressible anger made the voice of the High Priest of Tima even more dull, and he roared in the room.

As the most brilliant and intelligent Minotaur. High Priest Tima also had a good understanding of human culture. Although in his own eyes, the means to an end are the good means, but according to his understanding of human culture and morality, Lancelot's scheming does not seem to match his title of "paladin".

"My friend, you like to learn about human culture and morality, which is your mastery, but you are clearly confused by that stuff. Those who can become heroes must be cunning and calculating," Cedras said with a shrug of his shoulders. "There has never been a moral hero, only a hero of ability. In fact, all living things are almost the same, and the strong are respected. It's just that human beings are too weak and too selfish, so they need to be comforted and united with more morality and faith. So don't try to shackle real heroes with the shackles of morality. My friend, it's that you don't know enough about the hero. Cedros looked at High Priest Tima and persuaded in the tone of a longtime friend.

"But you're a hero you deserve, Cedros. Knowing you as a friend has been the most valuable thing in my hundreds of years of life. The high priest went to the window. The view from the outside. A group of werewolf soldiers was marching past the square. A few orcs have given the city too much energy and life. "Help the orcs build such a perfect kingdom. All this you have done is indeed a great rebellion in the eyes of ordinary humans. It is contrary to the basic morality of being a human being, but if you look at it from a broader perspective, what a feat it is, it will be a stroke that will change the direction of the historical course of the continent. ”

"Thanks for the compliment, my friend. Cedras's face had the characteristic red glow of a young man's excitement, and whoever he was happy to hear that his hard work was affirmed by others. "I can't do it alone. I await you and your people to start together. ”

"I have written to King Teze of Tytaria, and he will send troops to meet you near the border. Cross through Titalia and you'll have direct access to the Savage Highlands. ”

"As for the minotaur and the sphinx dwellings, I will immediately set about having them built, as well as the settlements of other races, around Oufu, and you can have your own independent beliefs and ways of life in your own settlement, I dare say that it is no different from living in Negan, except for the sun. ”