["Knowledge is power" - Mage]

The foreword to the Warlock's Codex made Annan think that he was reading the master's experience.

[—And I would say, a warlock is power]

The image of an arrogant and arrogant warlock is more than on paper.

Peeking at Soruman Brass, whose bushy beard was neatly braided, Annan continued to read the Codex.

[Mages will say that they have a comprehensive variety of magic, but never say that it takes ten to dozens of days to build a low-level spell model; Mages will say that they are popular with mercenaries, but never that mercenaries are just coveting the mage's new and useless little spells of life; Mages will say that they can easily name thousands of magical materials, but never say that the money they spend makes the tax collector laugh from ear to ear......]

- This comparative bias pervades the first few pages, and the contradiction between the mage and the warlock is clear. But Annan was careful not to dwell on these anecdotes.

Looking out the window, the snow-capped mountains still sit in the north unchanged, but Breeze City has long since disappeared behind the layers of trees.

[What does a low-ring mage do when he encounters an enemy?] First, he will distance himself, activate defensive spells, cast shield spells on himself, release warning spells along the way, flexibly use the spells he has mastered when he finds an enemy, use greasy spells to make them slip under his feet, use fainting spells to make opponents unconscious, then imprison them with living rope spells, and finally choose whether to kill the enemy. Each stage is reducing the fault tolerance, and there is also the problem of mana exhaustion]

What about a warlock? When encountering an enemy, the Low Ring Warlock will first release the Arcane Missile, then release the Arcane Missile when the distance is reached, look for suspicious places around to release the Arcane Missile, and finally, use the Arcane Missile to solve the problem after the enemy is forced to appear.

[The lack of masterable spells is our shortcoming? Perhaps, but if you have a warlock and a mage cast some kind of spell together, the strength must be the highest for the warlock. 】

[This stems from the essential difference between mages and warlocks: all casters have an affinity for magic, but warlocks have an additional affinity for a certain thing.] We may be good at spells, we may be able to play with plastic energy......]

As the pure opposition gradually shifted to the nature of knowledge, Annan gradually immersed himself in it......

……

Four-way forest fork

The two goblins stood guard at the fork in the road as they had done the previous days. The difference is that today they changed positions.

A goblin with a book in his hand stood by the side of the road, while another goblin crouched under a tree, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and a corner of the pointed ears wider than the elf's.

"Damned humans won't listen to your ......," said the bruised-nosed goblins, "who are cunning and brutal. ”

"Yes."

"Won't"

"Yes."

Interrupting their bickering for dozens of minutes was a horse-drawn carriage coming from the southern fork in the road.

The goblin who flipped the book held up a wooden sign lying at his feet, on which was written crookedly in the lingua franca, "Ask for directions for free".

The wagon, with its wheels and body stained with mud, stopped in front of the two goblins.

"Where are you going, dear sir?"

"How far is the Dead Whispering Mountains?"

The goblin pointed to the northern fork in the road: "About 270 miles further on, you will see snow-capped mountains." ”

The carriage drove off the fork in the road with a cloud of dust.

"It's no different from me." The injured goblin said as he glued his ears back.

"Yes."

"Nope."

"Yes."

It was still the carriage that interrupted them for dozens of minutes that lasted dozens of minutes, and it was still the horse-drawn carriage coming from the southern fork.

As the caravan of eight or nine wagons approached, a cloud of dust rolled in.

The clever goblins not only did not stand in their way, but also stopped their companions from blocking their way, allowing them to pass.

"Why don't you ask them?" The wounded goblin asked.

"They didn't go to our territory."

"Yes."

The clever goblin who didn't want the conversation to get stuck in a loop again said, "With your wisdom I can't explain it to you. ”

"You can't explain it."

"Yes."

"I can't."

"Yes."

After a while, a dusty car was in the dust, but the body emblem was still like a brand new carriage approaching a fork in the road.

The clever goblin held up the wooden sign and watched as the carriage slowly stopped.

"We're going to Breeze." The groom and guard with a sword at his waist asked with interest.

"Along this road to the north, there are about 210 miles to Breeze City." The clever goblin said politely.

A silver coin pops out of the re-moving carriage and lands at the feet of the clever goblin.

The wounded goblin watched dumbfounded as his companion picked up the silver coin and put it in his pocket, and continued to flip through the book—

"Divide me in half." The injured goblin quietly moved to the side.

"No distinction."

"Divide me."

"No distinction."

It didn't take long for a mercenary group consisting of more than a dozen people, riding war horses and possessing mages, to arrive in the midst of a dispute.

The clever goblin, no longer polite and confident, held up its wooden card apprehensively, and looked in front of it as the leader of the mercenary group, at least a master warrior, holding a heavy sword about the size of it.

"We're going to the Lost Forest."

"You can't-"

The wise goblin covered the bravery of his trembling companion and said in awe: "Heroic human warrior, this is the Lost Forest, and our goblin home is also in this forest, and you are welcome to be a guest of all mighty warriors." ”

As he spoke, the clever goblins pulled their companions out of the way and let the humans who were looking at them strangely through.

"Dolai! You betrayed the goblins! ”

After the mercenary group was gone, the wounded goblin shouted at his companion.

"No, our people together can't beat them, and you haven't noticed?"

"Found what?"

"They aimed their bows and arrows at us before the humans came."

The clever goblins quietly looked around, rustling treetops, undulating meadows, and the ripples of the sky reflected in the water...... Eventually, it turned into the cry of a companion.

Goblins will never have much guts.

A footstep and a cry emerged. It was a woodcutter with a cloak, firewood on his back, and an axe.

But the clever goblin was even more frightened than facing the mercenary group, clutching the wooden card, his ears drooping, and he kept trembling: "Adventurer, where are you going?" ”

"I'm a woodcutter."

"Okay, please let us know if you need help."

"No, I don't."

The woodcutter disappeared into the depths of the forest.

"He's stronger than the leader of that mercenary group......" cleverly squinted his ears.

"How do you know?"

"It's written in the book."

"Let me see."

"Don't."

"Let me see."

"Don't."

In the evening, two carriages with emblems came from the direction of Breeze City.

The clever goblin remembered the car and did not block it. But the carriage in the back slowly stopped in front of it.

"What are you reading?" A human boy who looks good even though a goblin looks curious.

"Goblin Empire Chronicle," said the clever goblins.

"Where can I read this book?"

"I'll give you a copy next time."

"Thank you."

The carriage gradually drove away.

……

On a pleasant afternoon, two horse-drawn carriages slowly drove into the town. Annan couldn't wait to get out of the carriage and look out at the familiar streetscape.

The future legendary warlock Annan returns to his loyal town of Hirabayashi.

"Let's go!"

At this time, an aunt with a broom drove Annan away from behind.