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Curt turned around slowly and saw the stranger behind him. (Please search Bayi Chinese Net, the fastest updated novel website!) The other party's figure was unusually tall and thin, almost like a three-meter-tall bamboo pole.

In addition to the long, slender and sharp nails, the uninhabited was shrouded in black robes from head to toe. Due to his position, Curt was stuck in a dead end in the sewer. When he was thinking about whether he wanted to immediately manifest the surprise attack, the other party sent a new telepathy.

'Relax, kid, we all have secrets. ’

As he received the sense, warm power swept through Curt's body, unleashing the abilities he had prepared. That's a level 3 psychic ability, dissipating psionic energy. Dissolving psionic energy can negate most psychic abilities and counteract them. If Curt had made a reckless move just now, then his psychic shock would have bounced back and smashed on his head.

'My name is Naza, a self-exile. ’

New inductions followed, and Curt's mental defenses were kicked away without much effort. Nazha swept through Curt's brain with his thinking tentacles, stealing a large amount of information, while whispering in Curt's heart:

'Don't be nervous, if I really want to kill you, you won't make it here alive.' I'm guessing someone arranged our meeting, but unfortunately you don't know anything about him. ’

Sucker-covered limbs slipped through the mage's robes and circled Curt's head. It was elongated, smooth, reflecting a pale cyan glow of water throughout, and retracted as it whipped the air.

Nazha shook his head with regret and said to Curt, who was covered in cold sweat:

Don't tell us our secrets, or you'll kill yourself before you open your mouth. Unfortunately, today is not the right time for us to meet, because I am too anxious. As a small apology, I leave you with my grace as sincerity and compensation. ’

With that, Nazha manifested a new psychic ability. He vanished into thin air, leaving only fragments of his mental power behind. This is a level 4 teleportation, which shows that Nazha is far from showing his true strength. Witnessing a qiē, Curt collapsed in an instant, unable to even stand on his feet. He knew he had escaped a worse fate than death, because Naza was a psychic monster.

Soulsuckers are creatures that hide deep underground, and are rarer on the surface than the gods that descend. They feed on the brains of sapient beings, and are especially fond of eating the gray matter of mages. This is due to the fact that mages rely on their intellect to eat, and use their brains far more often and intensively than ordinary people. Their brains are full of wrinkles, and they are the ultimate delicacy in the eyes of the Psions.

Curt didn't understand why Naza would let him go, only that he knew that he was as helpless as a baby in front of the other party. The weakest psionic monsters can all manifest a level 5 psychic ability—psionic talents are a blessing from the heavens, and if they weren't too few in number, they would have ruled the world long ago.

While wiping away the cold sweat, Curt began to think more deeply. As long as Nazha is willing, it can easily control Curt and turn Curt into a slave who has lost his personal will. The Spirit-Suck Monsters underneath do this a lot, and practice makes perfect. But Naza left only a small psychic hint to make sure Curt wouldn't give away his tracks.

Why?

Curt calmed down and carefully questioned every detail. He thought about it again and again, and it turned out that Nazha really had no ill will towards him. Otherwise, Curt would have died in agony as a brain-eater, and his body would have been reduced to ashes by psionic dissociation. Nazha had a hundred ways to kill people, but it didn't do that.

Why?

Curt continued to search for details in the question, but unfortunately found nothing. Psicoccons are arrogant and cruel creatures that don't have the word mercy in their dictionary.

"Self-Exiled ......"

Curt struggled to recall, muttering to himself to find the point. If Naza hadn't lied, then it would have been a wandering psicomick who had abandoned her race. Even in a very collective group, there are occasionally one or two apostate freaks. They like to act against the sky, maybe Nazha is one of them? It's incredible enough that it appears on the surface, and there must be a compelling reason behind it.

Psychic powers, psionic powers......

Curt summed up all the key points and sorted them out again. He found what he had in common with Naza – he had the same talent. Maybe it was the extremely boring life that gave Nazha the idea of finding a partner. Psionic creatures are scarce on the surface, which should be the reason for Naza's mercy.

Curt exhaled and decided to accept this far-fetched explanation. Lonely soul-sucking monsters? Those monsters don't know what loneliness is. But before he could have other answers, Curt decided not to bother himself. The racial generation gap made it impossible for him to empathize with Naza, so he might as well simply accept the facts. So Curt gave up the afternoon black market trading and hid directly back to the Mage Tower.

"The Faceless One has come, and he wants you to meet him at the Tower of Experience. ”

As soon as Curt sat down in the arcane research room, Ani's voice came. Curt weighed the weight of the invitation, and finally decided to go out again.

When Curt stepped through the snow to the Tower of Experience, Randall the Faceless had been waiting for him for an hour. Curt sincerely apologized to the other party, which Randall didn't care about at all.

"A coalition of orcs and goblins is encamping in the mountains, and the owner of the Tower of Prophecy thinks they will attack within a week. ”

Randall told Curt about the situation, ignoring Curt's grief. He paused, then continued:

"After discussion, the Council of the Thousand Laws has approved your application for five scrolls below level three. If necessary, the archers will also be on the ramparts to provide support, so good luck. ”

Curt didn't complain because he knew it wouldn't work. Every winter, monsters come to attack the Thousand Laws City, sending them to death like moths to a fire. The simple reason is that they don't have enough food. The only way to go to war is to grab a batch of food, including humans, or bury the surplus population outside the Thousand Law City.

The High Mages were not interested in this, and they were reluctant to take even the slightest risk to go into battle. The mages who lived outside the city had no choice but to see the unavoidable battle as an experience.

This is the difference between the real elite and high-class cannon fodder. At the critical juncture, the walls divide the mages into 'those who need protection' and those who can be sacrificed. As the latter, Curt felt that his head was as big as a fight. There have been enough things that have happened to him recently, but I didn't expect that even the monsters in the barren mountains and mountains would come to participate.

"Yes, thank you to the council for the support it has given me. ”

Although Curt was full of slander, he still looked respectful on the surface. He requested a Burst Rune, a Dimensional Prison, a Protective Energy Damage, and two Scrolls of Reversed Arrows from Randall. After receiving permission, Curt said cautiously:

"I hope that the council will temporarily contain the displaced people outside the city. Their homes will undoubtedly be destroyed, but the fishing season after the beginning of spring will require manpower. Those displaced can sell their labor on Mirror Lake to pay off their debts. ”

"It's a good idea. ”

Randall nodded approvingly, he didn't like too cold a policy. Wanderers who have no ability to cast spells and no skills have always been forbidden to enter the Thousand Spell City, and they are equivalent to dust in the eyes of high-level mages. In the eyes of the rulers, the annual monster attack is just the right time to clean up the excess waste, so that they don't have to breed too much. Anyway, there are not many kind people among the people who fled to the Northland, and it is not worth wasting resources on the Thousand Law City at all.

"I will report your advice to the council. ”

Randall the Faceless made a solemn promise, and teleported away. Curt made a beeline for the docks, determined to fill his dimensional pockets with supplies needed during the war.

This isn't the first time Curt has encountered a monster siege, but in previous years, it was Abis who sang the leading role. This year, Curt was directly promoted from a soldier to a bare-bones general, and it is inevitable that he will feel a little empty. He then raided Gran's stall again, buying all the explosive potions and fireball necklaces at the reserve price. Gran's eyes almost burst into flames, and if he could, he would have grabbed a bottle of explosive potion and smashed it on Curt's head.

As Curt exited the black market through the sewers, he suddenly stood still. Curt twitched his nose a few times, and then said with a headache:

"Come out, Ms. Kelly. Thieves should not wear perfume, especially in such a stinky place. ”

"Your nose is smart. ”

Kelly emerged from the edge of the sewer like a detached shadow. Her stealth skills are very good, and luckily her free hands show that she has no ill will. Curt tilted his head in thought, then suddenly spread his hand towards Kelly.

"One each for the Fireball Technique and the Advanced Phantom Scroll, this is what we have agreed on. What else can you offer me? Don't tell me that you didn't know the orcs and goblins were coming. ”

"Cunning little mage, you are really a prophet. ”

Kelly looked angry and funny, as if she had forgotten the unhappiness she had at the last breakup. She recorded the two scroll spells that Curt had requested, and then said with a serious expression:

"I don't know why, this year, the reindeer herd migrated earlier. The mountain barbarians did not follow and left, and could only join the team attacking the Thousand Laws City. ”

"The barbarians have always looked at each other unpleasantly with the monsters in the mountains, and the possibility of cannibalism is greater. ”

Curt skimmed over the information provided by Kelly, and spread his hands again.

"What can you offer me? Preferably for free. ”

"Four apprentices, this is what I agreed with you. ”

Kelly replied with a smile, a playful glint in the depths of her eyes. She retreated into the shadows and walked away briskly. Curt was stunned to see Kelly away, and heard the other party say mockingly:

"You deserve this, little mage. If you die honorably in battle, I will renegotiate cooperation with your successor. ”

"I'll go!"

It was a long time before Curt spat on the ground. While re-evaluating his value in the eyes of the black hand, he scolded in a rare way:

"Damn it**, sooner or later, I'll put you first [beep-] then [beep-], then [beep-], then [beep-]. ”