Although his reputation is not very prominent, the old shaman of the Black Lizard tribe, Glazel, is a peak grandmaster, and he is only a thin line away from the great wizard Tenadir.

While being gazed upon by those brown eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Merlin Avery subconsciously flicked his fingers, catalyzing the metal powder and activating the secondary copper barrier. But no sooner had the faint red light emerged from his palm than it made a soft thud that burst like a soap bubble.

In the next second, Avery flashed an ice-blue cold light from his right hand, and the overwhelming chill spread to the surroundings, and a thin layer of ice quickly formed on the dry and hot sand. A close barbarian warrior curiously touched the thin ice with his toes, and then the whole person fell to the ground stiffly, his teeth rattling, and his entire leg was even covered with hoarfrost.

Seeing this scene, many of the barbarian warriors of the Black Lizard tribe changed color, only Glazer nodded approvingly, "Great reaction, very powerful power, young guest, you must have experienced a lot of things, are you interested in sharing your story with an old man?"

Avery shrugged his shoulders with some regret, Glazer had put too much pressure on him, and it had come without warning, making him choose the absolutely wrong way to deal with it. "Of course, I would be glad to, Honorable Shaman. He rubbed his head, stroked his forehead, and bowed slightly, according to the etiquette of the desert barbarians, causing a burst of laughter from Glazel.

"Don't be so polite, young guest, it's us who should be grateful, the ancestral spirit told me that your presence is good for the Black Lizard tribe. ”

The Celestere's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. Glazer was a stern and stubborn character, and even the people who loved him the most did not think that words like "easy-going and generous" could describe the old shaman of the Black Lizard tribe.

So when the Celerian saw that Glazer was actually laughing at a young man who was not a barbarian, and there was no malice in the laughter, he took several steps back in surprise and shook his head repeatedly.

"You're stupid, old idiot, but your shaman isn't stupid. "As the chief pilgrim of the Walking Clan, Kenobi Hawkeye is qualified to mock the Celenhead of the Black Lizard Tribe," Elder Glazer must have discovered little Avery's secret to be so kind to him. ”

"His name is little Avery?" said the lingua franca of the Celentou, which had to be mixed with a lot of barbarian slang, "has no hair on his mouth, and looks like a baby who has not yet bitten his bones." ”

"This young man, who calls himself Merlin Avery, is a very good apothecary, but I see that he has a lot of secrets. Kenobi said, twitching his empty sac, "His mental strength is so weak that he can't even reach the level of an apprentice, but he can concoct a superior potion that all the shamans and witch doctors in our tribe can't match...... Alas, I said old fools, are the black lizard tribes so stingy?

"You have to drink, of course there is. "There's going to be a welcome feast tonight, and until then, little fool, you'll have to come and drink in my tent, and talk to me about little Avery by the way." ”

Leader Sailentou and Kenobi Hawkeye quickly left with their shoulders hooked, and the rest of the warriors of the Black Lizard tribe returned to their tents, except for Glazel, who watched with great interest as Avery poured a potion on the samurai who had fallen to the ground, and the hoarfrost on the samurai's body quickly disappeared, and his face returned to ruddy health.

"Oh yes, it's so cold!" Avery stepped back as the barbarian warrior jumped up, ready to defend himself. But without a heavy fist flying over, the barbarian warrior bowed deeply to Avery with a large amplitude, and his head was lower than his belt. "You're great, I'm willing to toast you in the evening. ”

Barbarian warriors rarely toasted foreigners, let alone young people who were not barbarians. Avery was a little flattered and bowed to the barbarian warriors. "I'm sorry, I thank, but can't drink, and you. He said in stammering barbarian slang, "My profession is not to drink, and when I drink, my hands will tremble." ”

The barbarian warrior looked a little disappointed, but Glazer patted him on the shoulder and whispered something to bring his smile back to life. "Fermented lizard milk will do, and I'll honor you. After the barbarian warrior finished speaking, he slapped his chest and turned to leave.

Avery twitched the corners of his mouth, barely resisting the urge to grimace. If he had any grudge against the desert barbarians' eating habits, fermented lizard milk was definitely at the top of the list, followed by grey cheese and maggot pies. In Avery's opinion, the barbarian who researched these recipes was definitely a genius of dark cuisine, making the already poor taste of the ingredients even more terrifying, from the taste to the taste, all exceeding Avery Eibert's bottom line.

Fortunately, Glazel's dietary preferences were different from those of other barbarian warriors, and perhaps due to his age, the old shaman preferred juicy and sweet food. Instead of a tent that smelled of rotting leather, it was a round mud hut that looked like a giant brown mushroom from a distance.

The walls of the hut are vain, and the simplicity is a bit ridiculous, except for a totem pole engraved with intricate patterns that shows the extraordinary identity of the owner of the house. The two sat down on a mound that served as chairs, and a maid wrapped in colorful rags handed a plate of shriveled fruit and two cups of steaming herbal tea, and then smiled, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, giving Avery a chill.

Glazel laughed again and waved the maid away. "It's a good girl. The old shaman winked at Avery and said, "If I were fifty years younger, I would have chased her, young guest, are you interested?"

Avery was not interested, and hurriedly shook his head. The women of the desert barbarians are almost as brave as the men, and their jaws are so strong that they can even crush the leg bones of hard beasts. The maid had a tattoo of broken bones on her cheek, and it was clear that she was a barbarian warrior with the qualification of biting bones, and her strength was already comparable to that of a high-level molten gold warrior on the imperial side.

Glazer patted his bare head, leaned his back against the mound, and held up the cup full of herbal tea, "It's good to be young, I used to go to the territory of the human kingdom when I was young, that is, when I was not qualified to tattoo my face and arms, and where I saw the unimaginable beauty of the desert...... Oh, can you try this, the herbal tea I made by myself tastes okay, right?"

Avery was secretly vigilant as he raised his glass and took a sip of the hot liquid that exuded a bitter aroma. The water was extremely bitter, and after just a little dip, his lips, tongue, and throat seemed to be numb, but after swallowing it, it quickly turned into a trace of coolness rising upward, penetrating into his mind, making Avery feel refreshed, and his forehead, which was faintly aching due to the damage to his mental power, was cool and comfortable.

Seeing Avery look surprised, Glazer took a large sip of herbal tea and curled the corners of his mouth a little proudly. "Your mental power has been severely traumatized, this is not common, it is too uncommon, it is difficult to damage mental power, and once damaged, the vast majority will become idiots, whether it is a weak human or a tenacious barbarian. He said in the affirmative, "Merlin, Avery...... That's the name, for the sake of this cup of herbal tea, can you tell us your story?"

Avery pondered for a moment, his ally, the great Mr. Magic Box, had already commented on the ingredients of the herbal tea, "Above Mithril, below Adamantite!" Mr. Magic Box's voice changed a little, "There is something in this that can cure the symptoms of mental damage, wisdom is above, get it, you must get it, it is much more precious than Motigugu's mercy and mermaid's tears!

"Well, Elder Glazel, you are an elder worthy of respect and trust. If it were someone else's, these stories would rather rot in my heart, and I wouldn't reveal any of them. At the urging of the crate, Avery decided to be honest about something in exchange for the old shaman's friendship.

Of course, it is not safe to say straight to the point, "I am the key figure in the defeat of the great wizard Tenadir, and the tens of thousands of troops of the conqueror Arahan have also been crushed in front of me." Although the many barbarian tribes of the Rusal Gobi had a blood feud with each other, they were generally unanimous, and only the gods in the sky could have predicted Glazel's reaction when he heard this.

"First of all, I apologize to you that my name is not Merlin Avery. Avery took another sip of the herbal tea, calmed his mind with the help of the astonishing bitterness, and slowly told the lie he had been weaving for a long time. "My real name is Alan Brick, a pharmacy instructor from the Higher School of Alchemy at Broughrey, and a friend and companion of Merlin Avery. ”

Glazer nodded slowly and solemnly, "Your story has intrigued me more, why do you want to change the name? Could it be that Merlin Avery is a louder name than Alan Brick?"

"Of course not for that reason. Avery spread his hands, "You found out that my mental power was traumatized, so do you know the cause of the injury?"

"I don't know, but I'm interested. Glazer said, the tattoos on his head and face seemed to squirm with his voice, with a slightly mysterious and terrifying feeling.

Avery tried not to look at the tattoos, put the warm cup at his feet with both hands, and picked up a shriveled and crumpled honey plum—a humble fruit worth more than even the weight of silver in the Rusal Gobi.

"I was wounded at the height of the battle for the city-state of Coventry. Avery munched on the honey plum as he carefully recalled, "It was a thrilling battle, the barbarian warriors against the molten gold warriors, the chaos storm against the beacon guards, and the great wizard Tenadir single-handedly suppressed the thousands of molten gold warriors, dozens of mentors and grandmasters in Coventry. In the end, however, it was not him who was favored by the Goddess of Victory, but the city-state of Coventry, where the Storm of Chaos was routed and the army of Arrahan the Conqueror was repulsed, leaving behind only dozens of burning siege engines and thousands of corpses, and the black smoke that came out of it almost swallowed half of the sky. ”

Glazel's eyes flickered, and the tattoos on his cheeks squirmed even more violently, as if a terrible beast wanted to burst through his skin and pounce. "The conqueror has suffered defeat? Tenadir...... How's the Grand Wizard Tenadir?"

"I don't know, no one in the city-state of Coventry knows. Avery shook his head calmly, he really didn't know the life and death of the great wizard Tenadir, although the chaos storm was defeated, it would definitely make the barbarian shaman corpses all over the place, but Tenadir was a super grandmaster who was only a line away from the legend after all, and it was not impossible to successfully escape, but it was certainly not unscathed. "I was injured in the fight against Chaos Storm, and after a period of recuperation, I happened to encounter infighting among the Thornflower Clan, and I had to follow a caravan out of Coventry. ”

Glazer nodded thoughtfully, the wriggling tattoo fell silent, "Tenadir...... Alas, if something happens to him, I'm afraid the life of the head of the Arahan will not be easy. The old shaman lowered his gaze, as if thinking about something, but he quickly regained his head, and his attention returned to Avery.

"You haven't explained why you changed your name to Merlin Avery?"

"Because Merlin Avery is a gifted pharmacist. Avery pouted himself without blushing, "I wanted to get in touch with him and get a potion from him to heal mental damage, so I've been using his name in the hope of getting noticed." ”

A hint of pride flashed across Glazer's face, and his tense cheeks relaxed, "Then now, you don't have to impersonate, Alan Brick, you should have noticed that this cup of herbal tea can soothe mental trauma." ”

Avery held the cooled cup in both hands, poured the last bit of liquid into his mouth, and nodded heavily, "Thank you very much, Elder Glazel, the herbal tea you have made with your own hands must be very precious. ”

"It's not precious, except for a special product of the black lizard tribe inside, it's just some very common desert plants. Glazer slowly raised his glass, took a sip, and slapped his face. The smiling maid quickly walked in, holding a large coconut shell bowl containing dozens of black balls that exuded a spicy scent stronger than herbal tea.

"Your story is interesting, Brick, so take that as a thank you. Glazer smiled generously, "This is half the amount I made this spring, and it should be enough for you to recover from your wounds." ”

Avery was almost stunned, and the crate let out a scream of ecstasy in his head, more or less soothing his overwhelmed emotions. “”

"For me, the effect of this herbal tea is insignificant, it's just that I'm used to the taste, and I'm not used to anything else. Glazer smiled, his gaze sharpened, and Avery felt a slight tingle in his cheeks. "I've never understood why some people treasure things they don't need and don't share them with those who really need them."

"This ...... Maybe they want to trade with it. Avery whispered with some embarrassment.

"Trading, ha, of course, but how is trading like making friendships?" Glazel smiled and shook his head, "You see, with this friendship, you tell me a story that I would never tell to strangers, and there is valuable information in the story that I want to hear, and with this friendship, we can also exchange some knowledge about alchemy." I may not be a qualified pharmacist, but there are many things that can be used to make potions, heal injuries, and even ...... beyond those metal minerals."

The old shaman paused, his eyes suddenly seemed deep and depressed, and the whole person seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, "...... It is even possible to prevent death, at least I hope to be able to. (To be continued.) )