As the morning light faded, Merlin Avery woke Merlin Avery from his light sleep with a loud metallic sound.

Rose-gold sunlight streamed in through the round window, creating an elliptical spot in the middle of the room. Avery sat up and stretched his somewhat wooden arms, and the fur mattress on his body slid down. Shoulders and chests decorated with oil paint to look like tattoos are revealed.

A few days earlier, the day after the feast welcoming the Walkers, the old shaman of the Black Lizard tribe, Glazel, had announced in a high-profile manner that Merlin Avery, the young man who had been with the Walkers, had been blessed by God the Father and had the qualifications to become a shaman.

Grazel personally tattooed Avery, and of course all the tattoos were just painted in oil mixed with metallic powder, and in addition to not being easy to fall off, they couldn't be cast like a real shaman.

However, Avery had already touched the threshold of the Mentor's alchemy, and it was very easy to disguise the effects of ordinary shamanic sorcery. Glazer had used a similar method in the years when he had just come into contact with the City of Wisdom, so that he could stand out from the crowd of mediocre apprentices and become the genius shaman of the Black Lizard tribe at the "advanced age" of completing apprenticeship initiation in his thirties.

Of course, since Glazer has never received an academic alchemy education, the knowledge he has obtained is basically redeemed from the Guide Golem or the trading platform, although the level is high, the foundation is pitiful, and it is also mixed with some shamanic witchcraft skills, and the characteristics of the wild path are very obvious.

Avery had a strong foundation in alchemy from the academic school, and he dabbled in alchemy, alchemy, alchemy, building, and alchemy. The communication with the other shamans was still out of place, and the exchange with the Glazer benefited both parties a lot.

Glazer made up for the lack of a solid foundation, and there was an extremely subtle but perceptible improvement in his stagnant strength, and Avery benefited even more, as the exchange of shamanic sorcery and alchemy opened a whole new door for him to understand the intellectual difficulties of many ancient civilizations. Immediately after the exchange was over, he fell into a frenzied experiment, and basically used up the alchemy materials that Glazer had managed to save.

The crazy experiment brought two results, the first was that Avery had truly stepped into the threshold of a mentor-level apothecary, and that he no longer needed to use special skills from the personal laboratory of the City of Wisdom to concoct a mentor-level potion, and secondly, his mental trauma had been fully recovered, and when he contacted several followers of the Heroic Spirit in the City of Wisdom, his mind was suddenly filled with shouts that bordered on ecstasy.

"It's the lord, the lord is safe and sound, he didn't die!"

"Of course Lord Avery isn't dead, otherwise how could we still be alive?"

"Don't talk about that yet, my lord, how is your situation over there, do you need our support immediately?"

Avery was stunned for a long time before he could tell who the voices belonged to. Victor Chief, Satum Apothecary, Blackwing Reaper Gana Enlais, and Artificial Souls 7741, in addition to what seems to be Mr. Sancho and two or three more unfamiliar voices.

"The situation on my side is fine, the spatial turbulence threw me into the barren land of the Rusar Gobi, fortunately I met a very kind honorary citizen, he helped me a lot, including repairing the wounds of mental power. Avery briefly explained the situation during this time, "Everyone is safe, right? What happened to Coventry? I remember that it seems that the barbarian army has invaded again, and it has been more than half a month, right?"

"What's more than half a month?Lord Avery, don't you think that the spatial turbulence just threw you to another place?" Cana Enlais's tone was a little mocking, "It's been a full three months, although I don't know what happened to Coventry, but judging from the news obtained from the wisdom capital, the thorn flower in the western border of the empire may have withered." ”

Avery was silent for a few seconds, then sighed, "We all underestimated the tenacity and patience of the barbarian army...... What a stupid and funny thing, a group of self-proclaimed wise people who have been deceived by simple-minded desert barbarians, and it is impossible to laugh!"

"The barbarians didn't seem to get much benefit, and soon after the capture of Coventry, they were driven back by the crusading army organized by the Empire, and only plundered some of the treasures and supplies in the warehouse. The voice of the leader of Victor added, "My lord, in comparison, the troubles on this side of the territory of the Capital of Wisdom are the most troublesome things. ”

Avery blinked hesitantly, "Is there trouble over there in the territory?" He thought for a moment, and then asked, "Is it a personal laboratory, or is it a mentor's shop?" It should be the former, and the potions supplied by the mentor's shop are not precious after all...... Could it be that the matter of the concentrated potion has leaked?"

"Hmph, isn't it a fat man who is greedy for money and has broken things?" said Gana Enlais with some dissatisfaction, "Sancho, you can tell Lord Avery about the next thing!"

The voice of the fat merchant Sancho then sounded, with a little caution and embarrassment, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Avery, I've been doing grocery trading for so many years, and I haven't had any great fame, and no one pays attention, so I was negligent...... Hey, with the exclusive goods produced in your territory, you have just stepped into the ranks of well-known merchants, and you have been severely framed by a competitor once......"

Avery was a little upset, and had a vague feeling that things might be very difficult to solve. But after all, Mr. Sancho was the first resident of the City of Wisdom to extend a hand of friendship to him, and he still suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and his tone became more gentle.

"Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Sancho, if you're safe. It's safe on my side, there's time, you take your time. ”

"Hey, I'm so sorry, Mr. Avery, I received a big order for 20 bottles of Grandmaster-grade concentrated potion, and the prepayment reached 120 citizen points, as well as additional precious raw materials......"

Then he stupidly agreed, and transferred the order to Satum, but someone stole the platform's transaction records, and we were exposed. Victor said in a dry tone to Mr. Sancho.

Avery felt his head pop, and a wave of panic welled up in his heart. The personal laboratory is not an ordinary soul building, at least among the nearly 100 honorary citizens of the wisdom capital, there is no information to indicate who can have a personal laboratory, but special soul buildings such as the Valhalla Tower, the War College, and the Adamantite Mine are more common.

As for ordinary citizens, their strength may not be inferior to that of honorary citizens, but their luck is much worse. Many of the common citizens do not even have a soul building in their territory, and some even hang out with the scavengers, living by collecting garbage from the ruins of the City of Wisdom.

"How's the situation over there, has the territory been attacked?" Avery asked in a loud and hurried voice.

"Don't worry, Lord Lord, there are now a full eight mentor-level molten gold warriors in the territory, as well as the quasi-grandmaster's Blackwing Reaper-sama stationed, and none of the guys who came to harass and inquire about the news have received good fruit to eat. There was a hint of elation in Victor's tone. "Mr. Sancho and his followers also helped with several tentative attacks from the scavengers. ”

Avery groaned, barely relieved. In any case, without the direct participation of mentor-level powerhouses, the territory of the City of Wisdom would still be relatively safe in the short term. "As soon as this is over, I'll go back as soon as it's over. ”

Avery hurriedly said goodbye to the sound of footsteps outside the house, then removed the metal sheet attached to the center of his forehead and carefully hid it in his satchel. Judging by the sound of footsteps, Avery guessed that there was more than one person coming. Sure enough, after the curtain was opened, in addition to the old shaman Glazer, there were two leaders of the Black Lizard tribe and the Walking tribe, followed by the chief pilgrim Kenobi Hawkeye and the young warrior Kashwu, who insisted on serving the life-saving benefactor.

"Brother Avery, you're staying here. The old shaman spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone unusually solemn, "There is one thing we must agree with, the defeat of the conqueror Arahan has spread throughout the desert, and now several powerful tribes have put forward a request to hold a tribal alliance and re-elect the leader who will hold the banner of the Barbarian Beast King. This time, the Black Lizard Tribe plans to form an alliance with the Jianbu Tribe and jointly form a competitive team to see if they can achieve the long-cherished wish of the previous generation. ”

"Elder Glazer, of course I hope that the Beast King Banner can be held in your hands, and if there is a need for potions, I will do my best. Avery scratched his hair in confusion, "But this thing ...... Doesn't seem to need to ask for my opinion?"

"It must be asked, because you will be the leader of this team. Glazer said as he took off the tooth necklace he wore on his chest and held it in front of Avery with both hands. "The Great Wizard Tenadir is dead, how can I, as a contemporaneous of him, be embarrassed to fight with those young people?"

"Me?" Avery couldn't hide his surprise this time, and pointed to his nose and said, "You recommended me to be the leader of the competing team?"

"If you want to hold the Beast King Banner in your hand, great power is of course indispensable, but you can't achieve your long-cherished wish with brute force alone. Glazer shook his head, his gaze swept over the somewhat reddened faces of the two tribal leaders, "A fool can't hold the Beast King Banner, and unfortunately, apart from you, the younger generation of the Black Lizard Tribe and the Walking Tribe can't find a single candidate with a flexible mind and organizational skills!" )