IV

A golden steel needle pointed straight into the sky. It was originally the Golden Golem's right arm.

The golem fell in front of the white-clothed Taoist priest, and its upper body was almost completely melted by the high heat brought by the lightning, and the original exquisite structure no longer existed.

Now the expression on its "face" is wonderful: it looks like a smile.

The man in white looked at his results, but he couldn't show a smile of victory.

He couldn't smile anymore.

On his chest, rested the left arm of the Golden Golem, which had been turned into a needle, and it really failed to penetrate the heart guard.

But that doesn't mean it can't bring death.

"Power of Transmute!"

At the same time as the Celestial Dynasty Daoist threw out the Five Thunder Talismans, Lesa finally found a suitable spell.

She remembers seeing a man flying a kite in a thunderstorm when she was in New Delania. The kite has metal wires, and it successfully lures the thunder down.

That guy seems to be Benjamin Linklands or something...... But that doesn't matter.

Importantly, the Golem's right arm turns into a golden needle, pointing at the sky, while the Golem's left arm struck the opponent's body - whether it could penetrate or not was negligible compared to the lethality of thunder.

With her shape-changing magic, she sacrificed the Golden Golem's right arm, turning it into a wire of metal that pointed straight to the sky.

Under the huge thunderstorm, the metal needle destroyed the golem and the man in white.

The only thing that can defeat the Heavenly Thunder is the Heavenly Thunder itself.

The heavenly thunder attracted by the man in white destroyed himself like this.

No one knows what he was thinking before he died—probably thinking he had won?

As he fell, the dwarven banners began to scatter.

As the rain faded and the gun formations began to disintegrate, the barbarians began to charge with the slogan "Revenge for the Great Chief".

The outcome of this battle has already been decided.

The Tosca were victorious, but lost their commander, while the dwarves lost their allies and lost the opportunity to take over the entire eastern lands.

The hatred between the two sides will continue and will be passed down from generation to generation. Tribal unity is in vain, the dwarves will still be threatened, and the fighting between the two sides will continue year after year.

Until the invaders of the East and the West, who took control of the continent, began to enslave all the "lower races".

Several tribes of priests running up to their leader, trying to save his life - but with the pathetic level of magical civilization here, they don't have the ability.

Advanced healing magic has been a big problem since ancient times. Even in the 17th century, even the highest Curia of the Orthodox Church of Corman was able to perform such spells as "Heal" and "Resurrection" only by relying on the power of the most devout faith. As for Protestantism, which advocates "questioning one's faith" in order to use "inner magic", it has not even conquered the "complete healing technique", and its progress in divine magic is clearly lagging behind that of Orthodoxy. The epoch-making book, Principles of Divine Magic, would not be written until more than a decade later, and it would be many years before extensive healing and protective magic was developed based on it.

A high divine technique that even such a well-organized and large religious organization could not accomplish, no one could do it at such a border.

Resa Helmont walked up to Chifeng, who was already out of breath and intake in a lot. The alchemist took out a healing potion from his bosom and handed it to the shaman next to him.

This can temporarily relieve the pain, but whether he can fully recover depends on his own will to survive. ”

The pale blue healing potion flowed silently into the esophagus, and the once mighty Great Chief trembled a few times and opened his eyes.

"We ...... Did you win?" the first thing he did when he woke up was to ask the question.

A shaman whispered a few words in his ear, and a smile of relief appeared on Chifeng's face.

"In twenty years, the dwarves will not dare to come again, right......?

Everyone around, including Raisa, quietly looked away. Everyone pretended not to see the bloody hole in his abdomen.

As if sensing something from the atmosphere around him, the bold Tosca chief sat up with difficulty.

"Pure gold alchemist, tell me, am I no longer good?"

Resa nodded silently.

Chifeng laughed violently: "Although I can't see it anymore, I also know that you must have nodded. White people are like that, they never confess. One day, we Toscan lands will be occupied by you!"

The faces of several shamanic monks around him changed drastically, and they all took a few steps back and surrounded Lessa.

"No, no, don't embarrass this venerable lady, for the reward I have promised her must be honoured, and she must be escorted back to the seashore. I'm talking about the treacherous and cunning of the white people, the people who have nothing but money in their heads......"

Hearing this, the alchemist's face turned red.

Chifeng paused for a moment and continued, "...... And if I cannot make it, then write down my words and tell them to the tribes. Do not fight against the angels of God...... It is better to be enslaved than to perish. ”

The shamanic monks were amazed to hear such last words, which were completely contrary to honor and ancestral teachings, but out of respect for the Great Chief, they all repeated his words in a low voice.

“...... Enter their civilization and learn their powers. Be part of their society, keeping in mind the glory of the Toscans......"

The voice of the red wind became smaller and smaller, and finally came to naught. There was a heart-piercing pain in the lungs, perhaps the healing potion had worn off. The rain flowed into the eye sockets, and everything in the field of vision became blurred.

Perhaps, it would be better for me to die here than for me to build a country of the Toscans?

He thought so and closed his eyes.

"Rest in peace...... Hero of the Toscans. ”

The alchemist rested his hands quietly on his chest and said goodbye to the man he had known for only a week. In the deepest part of her heart, there was a voice that seemed to laugh. Laughed at everyone including her.

Whether it's the self-proclaimed glorious pioneers or the mysterious exotic magicians, everyone is doing the same business. This business is carried out here repeatedly with the lives of those natives as a bargaining chip, and the vast land as a market. Good Samaritans from foreign lands taught them tactics, sold them weapons, angrily shouted slogans against the atrocities of other tribes, and even helped them in their own battles. Those who participate in the war think that they are fighting for honor and their people, but they do not know that only the foreign people who watch and sneer are the real victors.

One man saw it, but he died.

For the first time, Lesa felt that "Trailblazer" was not an honorable title. She shook her head, and began to think about the payment she should get, and stopped thinking about the heavy questions.

"Back in New Delania, I have to reforge the Golden Golem, I don't know how much it will cost......"

Three days later, the elders of the tribe gave her the promised reward.

"Although His Highness Chifeng is no longer there, we Tosca people will fulfill our promises. These are the good pay, fifteen thousand furs. Since your guards have all died or left, we will send the best warriors of the tribe to protect you to the east. ”

"Thank you. Layla looked at the ten carts of furs, and they were all good. Barbarians do business, that is, it is real, and there is no adulteration in the slightest.

"And half of the loot that Lord Chifeng once promised...... According to our custom, it should belong to the combatants......" The elder had a sad look on his face.

"No, I just need all the relics of the white-clothed mage. I defeated that person, can you leave it to me?"

"Ah, ah, of course. The Elder laughed again - the Toscans don't use magic items anyway. "We've already sorted out those things, just waiting for you to pick them up. ”

Did this cunning guy anticipate my reaction? Should I really take back what I said to them......

Thinking so, Lesa followed the elder to another tent. The bloodstained things lay quietly underneath the charred white clothes.

"That's it. ”

Lesa counted. A few scrolls of yellow paper with strange symbols written on them, a small red sword full of cracks, and a loose white robe charred with strange horizontal bars drawn on them. There was also a strange-looking mirror - it turned out to be polished from copper.

"Is that all there is to it?"

"That's all. ”

Looking at the limited relic, the alchemist couldn't help but feel some emotion. The great magician of a foreign country was buried here in such an unknown way, and he didn't even leave a last word. She didn't know how many years it would take to create the magic that would lead to the thunder—she only knew that she might not be able to study it in her lifetime. She also felt a little afraid: even if it was just a little bit, her life would be confessed here. For the first time, she felt that the golem alone was not enough to defend herself - it was only a magical object, not a living person to rely on in peace.

She began to examine those things. Unknown scrolls, definitely dare not use. Every mage knows that misuse of scrolls can kill people, so go back to the Old World and ask for advice. The little red sword, which looked like it was all cracked, was supposed to be some kind of magic item - still unidentified. Even if the clothes were originally enchanted, they must have been damaged now. She turned her gaze to the last thing.

"Oh, a bronze mirror?"

The alchemist felt something strange. Ever since the leak of the mercury mirror method invented by Audip's mirror makers, bronze mirrors have been on the verge of obsolescence and are no longer easy to see in the civilized world. Perhaps, foreign countries have not yet invented the mercury mirror method?

Around the bronze mirror, there are also some equally strange symbols engraved. Maybe it's a kind of writing? Anyway, she'd never seen it. Because I don't know it, I can't identify it. Only a few points of light could be discerned, some dark, some bright. In the center of the bronze mirror, there is a point of light that is a little bright. If you turn the surrounding discs, the distance and size of the dots will change.

"What the hell is this...... Well, it's better to take a look at it with the test method first. Bronze mirror, bronze mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

No response. Of course it didn't happen. Of course it didn't react.

"It's a real problem...... What the hell is this?" she thought as she packed it into her bag.

At that time, the magic detection technology in the East was higher than that in the West. They use the bronze mirror as a detection device, which is equivalent to "Detect Magic", which is the effect of magic detection. By the time the Coman people got the technology of magic synthesis from the Far East and invented the same product, it was already the middle of the 18th century - but that was a story that had nothing to do with the story.

The next day, Lesa took her leave and set out with the barbarians on her way home.

The distance from the Tosca steppes to the colonies of the New Koman was 800 kilometres in modern units, and the distance from the east coast of the New World to the Old World was 3,500 nautical miles.

Two hundred and fifty years later, it would take only six hours by highway to reach Port Vilen, the economic center of the East Coast, and 36 hours by airship to the neutral city of Teresa.

But in the 17th century, it took more than half a month to drive a horse-drawn carriage from the Tosca steppes to New Delania.

By the time the calendar flipped to May, the road under the wheels had gradually turned into a rammed earth road, and the low wooden parapets of New Delania came into her eye.

She returned to the port of New Delania, the center of the New Cockman colony.

New Delania was the fourth colony to be pioneered in the New World, and the first to be pioneered by humans. Today, it is one hundred and fifty years old. For more than 150 years, the lowly people of the Old World flocked to this continent flowing with milk and honey like ants.

An explorer who wants to explore the New World, a religious persecution, a magician who practices dark magic, a prisoner sentenced to exile, an outlaw who wants to make a name for himself despite his low status, an underworld boss who is hunted down by his enemies, a bankrupt who owes a lot of debts, a speculative businessman who is full of profits and no risks, a first mate who wants to find a treasure to take revenge on three enemies, a double swordsman who has turned his back on the dark family and fled to the ground, a dwarf who is determined to reach the New World to destroy the mysterious magic ring, The work is too bad, and the author of the novel can only go to the game for inspiration...... All sorts of people rushed to, no, flocked to the New Island Continent. This 3,500-nautical-mile ocean from the Old World to the New World reached a climax in the 16th century during the War of Freedom and another in the 17th century.

The reasons for this upsurge are all related to the ongoing Curman Civil War, the persecution of minorities by both the North and the South, and the discovery of gold and silver mines in the New World. Now, there are half a million people in New Koman alone. In the colonies of other forces in the North New Continent, there are another 800,000 humans and elves. The total population of the Southern New Continent and the intercontinental archipelago controlled by the elves has also reached one million. Although the so-called "civilized world" still controls only 25 percent of the total territory of the North and South New Continents, and the population is only 40 percent of the indigenous people, their expansion is unstoppable.

It is customary to call people who came to New Island in the 15th and early 16th centuries "discoverers", those who arrived in New Island in the mid-16th century "explorers", and people who came to the continent in the 17th century are called "pioneers". This is a land of birth.

As the central port of the New World, New Delania has a population of about 20,000, which is no worse than any of the medium-sized cities of the Old World. It has neoclassical architecture, a beautiful and neat seaside carriage boulevard, a variety of shops, a modest dock – and, of course, many mages, priests and alchemists.

In New Delania she sold fifteen thousand furs for a good price—and the thirty or forty vicious barbarians around her would not have been bad. With this money, she found a mage here, rented a small laboratory and worked for two months, repairing the Golden Golem dummy.

She also went to see Linkland, only to learn that the man who flew the kite during the thunderstorm had returned to the Old World, apparently serving as the New World's communications representative in her home country.

Life just goes on day by day......

However, the butterfly always quietly flaps its wings, and no one can predict how the world will change.

One day in mid-June, she came to the harbor to hang out.

"Oh, speaking of which, there's an elven heavily armed merchant ship called 'Emperor Cleon' that has just been built and moored in the harbor, and it seems to be hiring a mage and priest to accompany the ship. As long as you pass the test, you will be paid very well. ”

"Aren't all elven ships supposed to have ship-accompanying mages and priests?

"I'm afraid it's the ship escorting the tax that wants to strengthen its precautions, right?"

It was just an ordinary rumor, and she should have just listened to it. But at that moment, different thoughts swept through the alchemist's mind.

Having been in the New World for three years, the life of a pioneer has had enough. No matter how strong the magic is, what can it be? So strong, so strong that even the heavenly thunder can manipulate the mage, it is not the same as turning to dust.

"Simply...... Shall we go back?" the thought suddenly crossed Rysa's mind.

Return to your hometown, pay off your debts, open an alchemy shop, and live a life free from the world. What a good life it is to raise magical beasts, make golem dummy warriors, and go out to hunt for treasures......

Money should be enough, right?

"Just open a small shop, well, and call it 'Alchemist Lorry'...... And then find a handsome guy......"

Thinking so, she glanced at the eastern sky and made up her mind. She walked to the hotel to inquire when the ship would sail.

Someone once said, "The hotel is the beginning of all the legends". Although it is a bit biased and sounds a little too old-fashioned to modern people, this is the truth before modern times. Only the hotel's spirits, stoves and beauties will attract the protagonists of those legends.

Sailors returning from their voyages sit at their tables and drink strong tequila, merchants huddle in corners sipping light ales mixed with soda, dusty women soothe men's scarred hearts at the bar, women sip sweet cocktails made with blue citrus liquor, and hotel owners lie on the bar, staring leisurely at the door, letting the handyman greet the guests. The bars during the summer day are not too busy, with only a few sailors hiding here to cool off and lazy.

"Is this it?" said some high-pitched female voices from their positions in the doorway.

With a thud, the two loose-leaf doors slammed open, and a large, burly figure appeared in the door of the bar.

The barkeeper was ajoking out of his semi-stupor, staring at it with the rest of the bar. There was a dazzling glint of golden light - it was a big man in golden armor.

"What's the ......?"

"Is there a crew member of the 'Emperor Cleon'?!" the owner of the voice, the woman dressed in gold from top to bottom, flashed from behind the golden armor. "Emperor Cleon, stand up!"

In the corner, a sailor reflexively stood up. When the woman saw him stand up, she walked briskly with the golden-armored man.

"Are you?"

The sailor looked at the young woman with golden light, and then at the super-sized man, and nodded fearfully.

"Your ship, is it recruiting magicians and priests?"

"Ah...... Yes, yes. ”

"Are you going to go to the ship and test it in person?"

"Ah...... Yes, yes. ”

"How do I get to your ship?"

"Ah...... Yes, yes. ”

The woman frowned. "Don't be a promise, hurry up and lead the way to your ship!"

"Ah...... Yes, yes!"

The sailor hurriedly stood up and walked out with the two men. The rest of the people in the bar were all speechless.

"What is the origin of this woman and that big man?"

"I don't know...... Look at it like this, it should be two mages, right? or warriors plus mages. ”

"That piece of equipment really costs a lot of money. ”

"Boss, what do you think? You've been working here for a long time, what news should you have?"

The bar owner suddenly realized and slammed the table.

"That guy didn't pay for the drink!"

But Lesa has gone far.

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