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It was an important medium used by mages to observe the outside world and be more effective.

But it's not like the crystal ball in the hand of the Great Demon King as the bard sings. It's like a non-mainstream dim-colored eye patch, and it's more like a pair of bamboo dragonfly compound eyes that have been magnified dozens of times.

There is also a simple leather belt that hangs upside down and is engraved with magic patterns on it. The intricate ornaments on it will be directly connected to the old mage's complex spiritual network, and the black staff that is about to break by the old mage's side will act as a trustworthy remediator. The resonance conduction of various small parts inside and outside the shelter will pass through it and feed back to the Dharma. Almost at the same time as feedback, countless images will be generated and combined in the user's brain, forming an impenetrable "sky net".

If only anyone could take a closer look at this peculiar blindfold. He will find that the so-called "lens" is actually made of hundreds of small prismatic mirror honeycombs arranged together and finally combined.

If you look a little more carefully. You will find that in every small lens, there is a moving picture, a dim color, which is because of the rendering of the main color of the outside world, not the color it originally had.

And this mage's all-rounder, it also has an unknown function, - keeping a diary.

Ahem, because that's what the old mage added later.

For an existence that is half a step away from crossing over to the ranks of epic mages. From common sense of life to experimental logs, learning how to stick to them is a compulsory course in life.

And for humans, the old mage has lived too long. What's more, it is really a miracle to be able to survive in such a chaotic and dark world.

There are some habits that will become incomparably stronger with the passage of time and repeated over and over again, even if the sky falls apart. For example, keep a journal.

"Today, in the middle of the third quarter of the thirty-second year of the dark calendar, the sky is as dark as ever, and the sun has become a story in the children's mouths.

But thanks to the physical cycles of continents and oceans, and the demonic tides that cover the entire world and are still growing, the collapse of the atmospheric system did not cause the end of the world.

But it couldn't get any worse.

Three months later, winter is coming. It will also be the death day of the weak.

In order to survive, the tribes will plunder everything like before, and we will still have to hide here to survive.

God War, the culprit behind this disaster. I was optimistic that it wouldn't last long and that we would have a chance to rebuild our homeland.

Now, however, the facts tell me that I was wrong.

All the untouched races that have been touched have been touched wherever God has set foot in. All living beings are like crazy gamblers who throw all their possessions into this flesh millstone, so that this grand war will become a runaway snowball out of control, out of the limits that ordinary people can imagine.

It's no longer a war. It evolved into a flurry of chaos, mad chaos, hysterical chaos.

The participants who used the whole world as a chessboard seemed to have forgotten their original reason, and they were like puppets who had been carried on a string and let their so-called patron saints destroy their homeland. And humans, who don't even have a guardian spirit, don't even have the qualifications to participate in madness.

Perhaps, there was no reason for the start of this war at all, who knows?

Only God knows!

However, the only thing we know for sure is that there are no winners in this war, all losers. ”

Let go of the Dharma Eye,

The old mage's mood was a little heavy.

The darkness of the sky was still boundless, and he himself felt that the bright world was just a momentary fantasy.

Maybe it's because of his age. Today I always feel that something bad is about to happen.

Hopefully, the troublesome kid will come back unscathed. He still has a lot to say to him. There are many things more precious than power that I want to pass on to him.

"My child, I hope you return safely. ”

The old mage sitting on the bed sighed softly. At this moment, he is no longer a resolute and ruthless fighter, but just a lonely old man.

"Smack"

One prismatic lens suddenly shattered, and several fragments, barely visible to the naked eye, fell on the bed like feathers.

The figure that had just flashed on it was faithfully recorded by the recording crystal placed outside.

But like a phantom, how could they possibly appear here.

"Ogre!?"

......

"Brother, what are you chewing?" a small ogre, who was relatively short in front of his companions, looked at his brother curiously.

"No,...... I don't know. Bright, hard erection is not delicious. The one-eyed ogre, who was still underage but half a head taller than an adult ogre, replied vaguely.

"Then why are you still chewing?"

"The priest said that it would be difficult for us to survive this winter, and we could not save food. ”

“...... It can't be wasted. ”

......

While the ogres in the outside world were still making steady progress, the Vault had already become hot because of the news.

It has become an instinct for a mage to put a trap in the mage's tower. For, a shelter that has been living for several years. How could Proteus not have any defenses at all. Or, so to speak, there is a frenzied defense.

And for humanity struggling to survive in the last days, they will be a powerful barrier of security.

-- The intricate and winding tunnels that originally connected the ruins were dug into a complex labyrinth by insecure people.

On the contrary, the simple cave and the walls of the ruins are carved with gorgeous ornaments, and the ugliness and beauty form a strange contrast here. And in the flickering echo of light and darkness, they will make all intruders understand, twisted and deadly beauty.

The powerful circle will deal a fatal blow to the careless in the moment of their trance.

......

The smell of humanity, the two noses of the two-headed priest shrugged slightly at the same time, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

Ever since the start of the Migration, Actually Escape, not a single day has happened to be happy.

The greedy dwarves had no intention of continuing the pursuit, but they searched almost every corner of the grassland. Exploiting minerals, shamelessly exploiting the potential of the land, and driving away all children, women and children, making it even more difficult for the defeated who have no stable food source.

The migration process was also not smooth.

The army of ogres, tired and demoralized, was warmly welcomed by the local natives. A group of rabbits that are crazy enough to become demons, man-eating grasses disguised as an entire hillside, a huge cluster of monsters moving around, a terrifying sound demon hive, and a team of ogres who often lose contact.

But none of that matters anymore. The coming four hundred human settlements may be a good start.

At least, this winter, the tribesmen will not have such a hard time.

The tall priest looked with satisfaction at the nearly a hundred warriors around him who were completely different from the scattered ogres in ordinary people's understanding.

His personal guards will make it all in the bag.