In the countryside of the countryside, the inhabitants of the sun rise and set at sunset, when the morning sun has just broken through the first rays of morning fog and shone on this beautiful mountain village, and the leaves and grass are still carrying the night dew, reflecting the soft light in the golden yellow sun. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were a few unknown birds stretching out in the trees, chirping crisply from time to time, and there were already some tinkling sounds behind the hotel.

Under the walls on both sides of the hotel is where the cars and horses are parked.

Fearing for the safety of the carriage and horses, the coachman slept in his cart at night, and Chris walked slowly to the side.

There were two carriages parked there, the innermost one was the carriage of the three of Chris, and the other was much more worn, parked at the outermost, with only an old horse of the grade on the shelf, and the carriage was large, but the top of the carriage and the back frame of the carriage were full of debris.

Like the Gypsies of previous generations, these itinerant entertainers did not farm or raise food livestock, but relied on the inhabitants of towns and villages for their livelihoods. Traditionally, these itinerant entertainers have been living in towns and villages, seeking a livelihood that is compatible with their nomadic life. Men make a living by mending pots and sharpening knives, sharpening scissors, and acting as musicians. Women are engaged in divination, medicine selling, begging, and performing, and of course, they don't mind letting them kiss when they meet nobles who are willing to spend money.

They rode in horse-drawn carriages, without a fixed goal, and walked through one country after another, never staying in one place for too long, like birds with wings but no feet.

By the open door of this carriage sat a handsome girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with black hair and a shawl. Her face bears some resemblance to the dancer from last night, with slender legs, brown deerskin boots, and a slinky blue-and-black dress that resembles jeans, with a few holes in the dress, revealing a pair of long, almost perfectly straight legs. The girl held a small white flower in one hand, put it in front of her nose, and sniffed it gently and carefully. Under the morning sun, she wears a light white gauze coat and a black vest jacket. The whole body is dyed in the same hue by the golden light, with a faint hint of exotic special style.

Chris looked at the girl's long black hair, and his thoughts drifted back to his previous life for a while. I don't know what I thought of, but I was a little distracted for a while and stood in place.

The girl didn't seem to see Chris, and kept sniffing the flowers and humming a song. Perhaps after a long time, a whispered call came from the carriage, and the girl turned around and returned to the carriage.

The clump of black hair disappeared into the carriage with the girl, and Chris was stunned, and for a moment he turned around and walked out of the hotel.

He stood at the door of the inn and looked around for a moment, then walked up the hill behind the hotel.

The hillside was full of green grass, and a small stream was led to the village little by little by the windmill to the other end of the waterwheel, standing on the top of the slope, Chris looked down, the open vision made the mood suddenly widen, the slight wind stirred the long hair, but also brought a breath of wheat fields, Chris closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He raised his hand and swung it slightly, mobilizing the magical elements around him.

In front of him, the air distorted invisibly, then gathered between his hands, and then, Chris gently pushed it forward.

“melhj*popo”

The ground trembled slightly, and then, countless spikes burst out of the ground from front to back, making a continuous "poof" sound.

Chris lowered his hand and walked over to the spikes, crouching down to take a closer look.

The length of the ground spikes is the same one foot, and the number should be about twenty, covering the ground range of five meters in front.

Chris pondered for a while, and cast it again, this time adding some mental power to it, and the range and the number of ground thorns were increased a little, but in fact, there was no need. As it stands, the group attack magic that Chris has mastered, whether it is Thundercloud Storm, Seismus, or the chain lightning in the early stage, cast their spells with slightly longer syllables, even if it is only one syllable, which is a disadvantage in battle, and because they are all pure attack magic, Chris rarely uses them in battle.

When it comes to the means of attack, Chris certainly does not lack it.

Then, there is the seventh-level thunderstorm technique.

The pale blue orb of elemental rapidly formed a circle in the air, but its outer layer seemed to be much more condensed than the other magic, and it flew over the spike in a very short time.

As Chris's mental power was withdrawn, it did not explode immediately, but the center of the sphere flashed suddenly, and then there was a muffled sound of "tuk", and Kris, who was a few meters away, only felt that his heart was also beating.

A little smoke and dust rose from the top of the thorns.

Underneath the thunderstorm, the tips of several ground thorns were shattered.

Sure enough, the attack power of this magic was very small, but Chris had already understood its principle by this time.

It uses the sound of an explosion to control the opponent, and if it is cast close to the opponent's head, the roar caused by the explosion will cause the opponent to lose consciousness for an instant, but the enveloping area should not exceed six meters.

This magic caused Chris to sound the "lion's roar" mentioned in the novel in his previous life, which attacked his opponent with huge sound waves.

Because both the eyes and the ears are the most vulnerable parts of the human body because they are too fragile.

There is also a "psychic blast" from the novel, which is said to be soul magic, which was unknown to Chris, but now, he has some conjectures about this magic.

Magicians are all beings with strong spiritual power, and many high-level magicians can completely use their spiritual power to invade people's brain domains to attack, and it is not the first time that Chris has recalled the hypnotization of Archbishop Daniel in the church of Kibb Town.

What if, at that time, when Chris's spiritual power enveloped his opponent, he shouted in his mind with the energy of mental power?

Or, purely attack his brain domain with spiritual energy and "devour" his spiritual energy, so what?

Will he die?

Or will you be an idiot?

Chris was a little eager to try it for a moment.

Of course, it may not be so easy to control the opponent as silently as it did that time, after all, Archbishop Daniel was asleep at the time.

Chris shook his head with a wry smile.

It's a wonderful idea, but you can't really capture people to test the magic.

Chris set it aside, leaned back against a windmill, and sat down. (To be continued.) )