"Light of Runya!" the silver-glittering figure stood in place and shouted the name of the witchcraft in an arrogant tone, the dark spell book spread out silently beside him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Runia is the lowest level of the Seven Hills Heavenly Mountain, another name for the Silver Heavenly Kingdom. Here, the sky is forever darkened with silver stars, and the wine-black silver sea is filled with castles and fortresses made of shiny white stone on the sacred mountain. The sacredness of the astral creations gives light and darkness a threat to evil creatures, and wizards summon the pure light of the place for battle and research.

However, this spell of sorcery is composed of a combination of Celestial and Sacred Words, and does not require the name to be pronounced in lingua franca.

Between three breaths, the Lord of the Barbed Chain crossed the distance between the two and rushed in front of the wizard. Two spiked chain balls dragged the long chain over the wizard's head and into the alley behind him, the muffled sound of blunt objects breaking bones.

With a slight tug, the Gillie Chainlord dragged a tattered corpse out of it—the walking corpse. The vague figure of the wizard in front of it collapsed, countless particles of light jumped and splashed and dissipated into the air, and a short-haired wizard in black robe appeared under the phantom with a small bottle.

He removed his thumb from the vial's mouth and gently splattered it forward, the splatters of holy water sending the Gillchain Lord almost out of the air. Unlike the real Gbedchain Lord, whose body is protected by fine scale armor, the impostor's body is covered with bloody wounds.

The fast-moving Lord of the Gilled Chain didn't have time to dodge, and collided head-on with these deadly toxins, the skin that had been splashed immediately melted, and the thick white smoke that rose up emitted a continuous sizzling sound.

It didn't even let out a scream before slamming head-on into the wizard's deflection field, and then was carried by the invisible force field and slammed to the ground.

"Roar!" the Lord of the Thorn Chain roared miserably, a roar that did not resemble a human voice indicating that the human soul controlling the body had fainted, and the suppressed demon took the opportunity to escape, and the power of the contract backlash sent the bloodthirsty and chaotic creature into an irrational madness—something that was all too common among the Cultists of the Divine Fire cult.

The wizard quickly pulled out a silver rope rolled together from his waist bag and smashed it from top to bottom, smashing it on the demon.

"Tie, knot. ”

The silver rope twisted like a swimming silver serpent around the demon and bound him.

It seems that the wizard is not proficient in rope skills, and after a few twists and turns, the demon is still able to pull out a hand and scream to attack him. Byron and Toby leaned over cautiously, and the low-level Divine Fire Cultists had already cleverly slipped into the dark and deep alleys and ran away.

"Sir, do you need our help?" Toby had a childlike smile on his face, and if it weren't for a scene like this, his smile would almost have reminded Byron of an adjective like innocence.

The wizard was a young man of about twenty years of age, with a thin face with a slight stubble, and deep dark bags under his bloodshot brown eyes. He stared curiously at the demon's every move, hooked his head, and didn't look at the two of them: "No, no." ”

The silver rope jerked tightly, pulling the demon's outstretched hand back. The wizard crouched down and asked the demon reverently, "How are you feeling?"

The demon responded to him with the words of the abyssal of confusion.

The wizard subconsciously touched his side, only to realize that he didn't bring his notebook, he cursed in a low voice, and stood up: "Apprentice, have you studied anatomy?"

Byron nodded, the corpses he had dissected were piled up.

"Very good, I didn't bring tools, can I use your star texture to construct it?"

"My pleasure, Your Excellency. Byron immediately knew what the other party had in mind, and the wizard was obviously far more interested in liquid metal than the Lord of the Gillchain.

As the liquid metal separates and transforms into the wizard's tool, he directs Byron to slice the Barbed Chainlord's body open bit by bit, and Toby quickly loses the unappetizing scene in front of him and turns his head away.

Byron frowned, enduring the stench of the half-demon's body, the churning liquid in his stomach gushing up his throat and swallowed by him, the young body was not used to such a scene.

Between the two of them asking and answering, the Lord of the Thorn Chain gradually fell silent, and Byron's heart moved, and the movements of his hands suddenly stopped, even ignoring the wizard's inquiry about his origin.

"Hyndman taught you the medical branch 'Anatomy', and it takes 23 XP to move up to Level 1, do you want to learn?"

Byron ignored the message and instead moved his gaze to the experience pool, where the data had overflowed.

"Level up the wizard. ”

The overflowing experience is instantly emptied, and the data bar changes instantly.

Byron, human male

Low-Ring Wizard (1 ring): 4/340

Mana: 12/12

The rest of the data disappeared, and a warm current flowed through his limbs, and the coat of arms symbolizing his personal talent lit up on the attribute panel.

Boundless fear arose from the bottom of the young man's heart and spread to his whole body, and he used all his strength to tremble and roar, "No!"

"What's wrong with you, apprentice!" the wizard took a step back, the spellbook floating beside him clattering.

Byron stood up as if someone had grabbed his neck, and the struggling light in his scattered eyes appeared from time to time. His short withered brown hair grew rapidly, becoming softer and brighter. The skin on the surface is fairer, and the amber pupils that blink are dyed a thick dark blue. After a crackling of bones, his height was stretched by a force.

The wizard searched his memories carefully, and if it weren't for the fact that Byron had even changed the color of his pupils, he would have almost thought that it was a weakened version of the human shrinkage that had ended, and Byron had changed back to his original form.

Toby also stood aside in horror, watching Byron's changes in amazement.

Finally, Byron fell to his knees in despair, coughing a few times with his hands half-propped up, and his scattered eyes refocused.

"My name is Byron, and I live in the city of the Rising Sun in Fran, where my father was a native of Karasu and my mother was a local nobleman. ”

After saying this, he tilted his head and fell to the ground with his eyes closed.

The wizard was stunned for a moment before he realized that Byron was answering his question.

"O descendants of our ancestors. Heideman looked at Byron in a daze, his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, smacked his lips, rubbed his hands, and said forgetfully: "Ancestors, it's ancestors, I really want to cut it open and take a look." ”

"What are the ancestors?"

The wizard looked up, only to find that there was still a little boy standing beside him, and he was immediately deflated, killing an ancestor is a big crime, and Colin will not let him go.

The wizard furrowed his brow deeply, a look of remembrance, he had never passed history or theology when he was learning the basics at the Phileri Tower.

"Little one, do you know what the world was like before everything grows?"

If Heideman wasn't a mysterious, powerful wizard, Toby almost wanted to roll his eyes, he didn't even know a word, how could he know that: "I don't know, but, I think, it should be dark." ”

Hyndman nodded: "Before everything grows, the world is indeed dark. The ancestors walked out from Richard, holding the Genesis in their hands, breaking through the chaos, shattering the firmament, causing the stars to fall, channeling primordial energy, and compiling the primordial laws on it, from which all things were born.

Some of the ancestors became the rules by which all things work, which we call gods. The other part of the ancestors governed these rules, and as such was recognized by Cyril and possessed great power. The change he just made was probably the awakening of the talent of the ancestors, which is really an enviable guy. ”

As the wizard spoke, Toby fell into a state of confusion, and he suddenly became angry.

"Do you understand?"

Toby shook his head, "What is Richard's place, and why did they come out of there?"

The wizard was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think of the way his mentor reprimanded him bitterly when he was an apprentice. So he laughed happily: "Richard is the ancient language of Cyrill, which translates to lingua franca, which is the source of all things. As for why they left Richard, this, well, probably because Cyril was too desolate to bear it. ”

Hydeman rolled his eyes: "Actually, don't care too much about the legends of the ancestors, their history has been lost in history. Although they are a people of the gods, there are countless creation legends of the Golden Race, and their legends are just more in line with human imagination. ”

Toby looked interested: "What other legends?"

"For example, the myths and legends of the Ka'b people say that the world is a dream of the most powerful dreamweaver, and the whole world is just a dream. ”

"What is a dreamweaver?"

Hyndman looked down and met Toby's blue eyes, and the infinite curiosity seemed to float under the little boy's eyes.

The wizard stretched out his right hand, flexed his index finger, and slammed it on the little boy's head, turning all his question marks into pain.

"Save these questions for your mentor later. Hyndman shrugged, "If you're lucky enough to find a good mentor." ”

Toby clutched his head and carefully noted down the wizard's actions, fantasizing about a few heavy blows on his head in the future.

"Do you know how to ride a horse?"

"No, it won't. Toby shook his head.

"Very well!" the wizard continued, "this guy can't go, wait until you lead the horse, and I'll hold him on the horse." ”

Without waiting for Toby to ask where there were horses, the wizard pulled out a few manes from the mezzanine of his cuffs and sprinkled them gently, and the dark spellbook flipped to a halt, and a black Lucy horse appeared in front of the two of them.

Haldeman slapped Toby's dirty hand away, and he curiously wanted to touch the spell book, which of course was not allowed, each spellbook was a wizard's most personal possession - of course, this situation was slowly changing with the popularity of spell model loosesheets. Hydeman's spell book has only the cover of his own work, and the snow-white title page has only a few words: change is eternity. Then there are the catalogs, and the intricate sorcery models.

This is from the Land of Heaven, the latest popular spellbook style, the detachable loose-leaf allows wizards to save time on complex spell models. Instead, it can be purchased from various wizarding towers.

During his apprenticeship, Heideman worked part-time in the Fairy Tower, and in his enclosed room, he was tasked with constantly carving smooth magic circles, dissecting the corpses of various creatures for many years, making his hands extremely stable, and the lines were smooth, rounded, and of the same depth.

The apprentices he worked with copied the runes that had been transformed into sentences on the circle. The two then hand over the loose leaf to the next room for the next process.