On the earth, this day is an important day for the 30th anniversary of the advent of domestic power armor, the Bayi type infantry exoskeleton armor, weighing 60 kilograms, output power 10 horsepower, composite armor equivalent to 100 millimeters of homogeneous steel, the maximum walking speed of 70 kilometers per hour, the main weapon Gauss pulse rifle, the dragon fist bazooka, the secondary weapon magnetic energy saw chain sword......

In the counterattack against Vietnam in '97, this special operations regiment of only 300 men withstood the firepower of two infantry divisions and an armored reinforced battalion, and forced a hole in the flank of the Vietnamese army.

Why do I mention these things that are far away on Earth?

Because Cangyang is being built now.

"No, if you really want to achieve the value for money that Mia said, the engine is at least the size of a rhinoceros. ”

Yue Ying rested her chin on Cangyang's shoulder, and the two of them rubbed their cheeks against each other: "It's okay, we can use the pipeline to direct the heat flow of the engine through." ”

Cangyang quietly avoided the leader's small movements: "Maybe we can develop a trailer to drag the engine car and wait behind the power armor." ”

A majestic heavy-armored warrior broke into Yueying's mind with Cangyang's description, and the exhaust holes at the joints of the power armor alternately sprayed high-temperature heat streams with the rhythm of the warrior's running.

But the wind-pulling warrior had a thick pipe attached to his back, which was dragged to the engine car behind him that rattled like an old tractor.

And that's not all, in front of the engine car, an elephant-sized trailer is dragging the engine and the heavy warrior side by side.

"This is showing off the lower limit of intelligence!"

Yueying said dissatisfiedly.

Cangyang broke free from the unruly hands of the moon elves. "But the price required for the miniaturization of motivation is not something we can afford." Simply a small engine. Without considering battery life and heat dissipation, the cost is as high as 10,000 gold coins, and the performance is not guaranteed at all. ”

"Then let's put it aside, let's discuss more important things!"

"What's important?"

"Mia ran away, we've been out of cooking for three days, what about dinner today?"

Cangyang's thinking circuit is stagnant.

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Because it is an elite route, the knights are naturally formed according to the specifications of a first-class knight order.

The meaning of this sentence is that many members of the Knights will become real knights.

Another meaning of this sentence is to say: Wang Ming bought a lot of servants to serve the knight master.

Just buy servants, of course Wang Ming will not buy those strong races, he took out a dispensable small amount of money from the fraction of the expenditure, and bought a dozen ragged dwarves.

As a disciple of the blind Crimson Moon, Wang Ming's geographical knowledge is naturally a mess, so many local species on the mainland do not know it.

The shopkeeper who was secretly manipulated by the dragon clan naturally didn't notice it, and he sold all the halfling chefs with 3,000 gold coins for 100 gold and a dozen.

Halflings have always lived on food, and in the hands of the slave traders, they have always been responsible for supplying the entire army with food.

All halflings are gourmets, so naturally they won't allow their cooking skills to be subordinate. It was because of this that the slave traders took a fancy to this and left this group of halflings unwilling to sell.

It's not just a pleasure to be able to eat dishes cooked by halflings these days. It is also a status symbol.

It's the same as the elven maid.

However, the silver balance sent by the dragon clan to support Wang Ming was a god-level merchant, and as the so-called no treacherous businessman, under the bombardment of treacherous words and enchanted arcane, the slave traders really sold the priceless halfling chef's meat pig price.

On the day he bought the slave, Wang Ming was busy and didn't care what he bought, so he always bought a certain subspecies of dwarf.

Right now, these poor halflings were dying of torture by the Order's food.

As a halfling, Bilbo is very fond of good food, just as elves like pretentiousness, dwarves like burrowing, humans like civil wars, orcs like wars, and halflings who don't like good food are rarer than vegetarian wolves.

So in the face of those strange foods, Bilbo has prepared the blades, and whenever elf cookies appear on today's recipe, he will kill himself by cutting his wrists.

Billions of kitchen knives, which demon invented this kind of garbage! No, this thing doesn't deserve the word garbage at all! I'd rather drink swill than touch this thing again!

However, when the recipe for dinner came out, it was full of obscure dragon language.

When Bilbo's gaze drifted to the chef's column, the blade clenched by his cold hands fell with a clang.

"Boss, hell girl Cangyang. ”

The next day, Tsukizakura, who was half starved, pushed open the door and was about to fork two fish to roast them, when the unknown liquid of last night tossed her half to death.

After Cangyang took the lead in drinking a bottle of black oil, Yue Ying took a small sip of suspicion.

"Cangyang, you tell me honestly, what the hell is this......"

Cangyang looked at Yue Ying expressionlessly: "You still don't know." ”

The blue-faced Moon Elf lay on the bed for less than half a minute, and his stomach began to twitch, and he didn't stop all night.

Fever, sneezing, body aches, muscle cramps, skin discoloration, and various symptoms alternate on her body, so that the girl almost broke herself.

So when she saw a group of halflings kneeling at the door, she didn't even have the strength to ask questions.

"Chief, if you insist that I eat these things, we will cut ourselves in front of you!"

In this way, Tsukizakura agreed to be in charge of the food by the group of slaves who claimed to be gourmets.

The tearful girl burst into tears as she faced the rising sun.

"Finally, I don't have to be poured strange liquid by Cangyang, so touched woo woo woo ......"

It can be seen that don't just let the three no-haves be responsible for the diet at home.

By the time the stewed grouse was served, the iron-clad men of the Knights. They all cried.

Even if it is a two-rib knife, the face will not change its color. They all cried at this moment.

―――――――――――― 611 years of the Tertiary period. October 1, the holy city of Jerusalem.

This day is the day of the founding of the Third World Trade Alliance on the distant earth, and on Earth, Wang Ming can see a group of various Muslims with white cloths wrapped in white cloth on TV chirping.

But now, the first thing Wang Ming has to do is to quickly find a way to get money, otherwise he will have to sleep on the street tonight.

Although he said that he brought a lot of money when he went out, after all, he was just going out shopping, and it was impossible to really bring much. So in a few days, the money has been spent.

The Holy City is a beautiful city, and the beauty of the Holy City is made by money, which means that the prices in the city are very outrageous.

Here, cabbage can be sold for pork prices, as for pork......

Anyway, Wang Ming has already nibbled on several meals of black bread, and he has never seen meat dishes other than flies.

"Money, where are we going to get money?"

The wailing teenager fell into deep thought.

If you can't scrape together any more money before twelve o'clock today, you will be blasted out by the innkeeper.

Wang Ming looked around the wall of the room, such a dilapidated room was actually embarrassed to charge two gold coins a day, why didn't he grab it!

It's not that there are no rooms, but the kind of rooms are bunks divided equally by a dozen people. Wang Ming instinctively hated that kind of place.

Toria was kidnapped by Lilith early in the morning, and Lilith with a wicked smile was ashamed to claim that she would come back with a lot of money.

"Just remember to bring yourself back. ”

Because I heard Wang Ming's words when I went out. Lilith's cheeks bulged.

"You wait for me, and I will crush you to death with gold coins at noon!"

Wang Ming shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

It is useless to stay in the room and hang around, after all, even if the money will fall from the sky, you have to take the basin and pick it up outside the door.

So he picked up the Alps, pulled up the hood of the mage's robe, and went out mysteriously.

The holy city of Jerusalem, where the religions of the three empires have had a large number of holy relics, although it cannot be ruled out that it is because of the strategic location of the holy city, the reason why the three empires deliberately spread rumors.

However, this does not prevent pilgrims and clerks of various religions from making their homes here.

Because the continent is still in the obscurantist medieval era, the power of religion is still very strong, especially in a world where gods objectively exist, and the power of religion is enough to surpass all other mortal organizations.

The fanatics are terrible, and the religious wrestling is also terrible, which leads the economy of the holy city to gradually climb in the open and secret struggles, and finally becomes a metropolis with a population of one million.

In this era, there were no more than ten cities with a population of one million on the entire continent.

The city was occupied by the forces of the three empires, as if a piece of pancake had been bitten off by three hungry dogs, and the remaining area was the neutral zone.

Wang Ming walked slowly from the Reynes administrative district where he lived to the nearest neutral zone, and in order to maintain his sense of mystery, he used the levitation technique instead of walking to float all the way.

This is not over, he floated while performing illusion magic, retelling the background music of the horror movie he saw on the earth, although it was bright and clear, but it created an atmosphere where no one was close, and with the dark spell imposed under the hood, Wang Ming's appearance seemed to be possessed by evil spirits.

"Will it be counterproductive? Definitely not, Cangyang often floats outside in the middle of the night to peddle magic items, and I haven't seen her mess up the business. ”

made up his mind to pretend to be 13 to death, and Wang Ming didn't think about his image.

There were a lot of passers-by in the morning, but those passers-by saw Wang Ming's posture, and they all turned around in amazement, and a few philosopher-type passers-by who were thinking about the problem walked up to Wang Ming only to find the magic stick hanging above his head, which was so frightened that the tiger's body shook wildly, and he ran away with a roll.

In this way, Wang Ming was in a hurry while ruining the beautiful morning of everyone on the street.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Wang Ming to arrive at the place he was going, which was a market placed in the square.

casually found a vacant seat, Wang Ming sat down, the dancing light technique was displayed, dozens of tiny fireflies slowly rotated around Wang Ming, and the strange mental fog was also displayed, making people can't help but focus their eyes on Wang Ming in the center of the fog.

The guards around the square had planned to come up to collect the venue fee, but when they saw the posture. None dared to come closer than ten feet.

"Last time, Cangyang seemed to be a constant fear technique around him. And sell those horror novels, right?"

...... But you're not selling horror novels.

Golden sunlight shone down. All of them were filtered into a pale and sparse light by the fear techniques around Wang Ming, barely illuminating the mage robe that vaguely smelled of blood, and under that hood, in the darkness that was so thick that it was almost solidified, a pair of scarlet crescent crescents exuded a terrifying gaze, making people dare not take their eyes off.

"Damn, after casting the dark spell, you can't see anything clearly without opening the dark vision. ”

Preparations are made. The mage placed things in front of him.

Those were potions and magic items that had been concocted with alchemy in the past few days.

"Healing Minor Injury Potion, Love Elixir, Antiseptic Divine Oil, Quark Feather Talisman, Pendant that can receive the electric waves of the gods......"

I always feel like no one will buy these things.

"Dear Mr. Mage, how can this arrow be sold?"

It seems that there are always exceptions.

Wang Ming locked his dark vision on the elven girl, and the throat pulled by the arcane energy made a hoarse sound.

"This is a roaring arrow, a hundred gold coins. ”

The girl said embarrassedly, "But I only have fifty gold coins with me." ”

"No bargain. ”

Just kidding, this arrow costs more than fifty gold coins.

Just when the elf girl was embarrassed by the corner of her clothes, a voice sounded above Wang Ming's head.

"Isn't it just a hundred gold coins?

"Thank you for your attention. It's a total of 2,000 gold coins. ”

Wang Ming's eyes stared at the emerald diamond thrown in front of him, his eyes shining brightly.

Keep your head up. Wanting to see which guy was slaughtered by himself, he saw a domineering face.

"Dragon Dragon Dragon Proud Sky!"

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By the time he escaped from the pursuit of Long Aotian and his younger brother, it was already late at night.

I don't know how this guy is attacking, the younger brother is up to the Templar, down to the abyss refining demons, as far as the elemental gods, as close as the half-dragons, all races have everything.

Long Aotian hadn't seen him for a few days, and his strength had become stronger and stronger, although his swordsmanship was still similar to the last time they met, but Wang Ming didn't need to look at it to recognize that the flame jumping on his shoulder was his arcane fire.

"Damn, I haven't condensed the Arcane Huo, is this really a peerless genius that has not been met in a hundred years in the legend?

However, when Wang Ming saw that he was wearing a leather armor inlaid with gems, a hanging heart fell.

Legend has it that in the era of the starting point mage, the mage of the same level was not the opponent of the warrior, and the mage of that era would only continue to use the fireball technique, the big fireball technique, the big fireball technique, and the one who would use the flying technique to shoot was considered to be intellectually superior, and the one who was willing to take the shield first and then cast the spell was already a hegemon.

Therefore, after the high-level warrior has developed the ability to fly with fighting spirit, the little advantage of the mage is all over.

However, the mages of that era did not have to think about the scruples of modern mages at all, for example, the spells of that era did not require posture coordination, and even if the whole body was embedded in the wall, they could cast forbidden spells.

It wasn't until later that the rules of the Demon Web update said that magic hated metal.

↑↑↑ This is actually the new spell pose that the starting mage can't understand↑↑↑

Although the intelligence of those starting mages is low, but their eyes are still good, they found that after wearing metal armor, spells often fail, so the mages of that era defined them as metal misanthropy.

How is it possible, if it is really metal disgusting, is the truth of the spell [Scorching Metal] pre-installed with a heating wire in the metal?

If it is really metal and disgusting, wouldn't a warrior wearing a heavy armor be directly exempted?

In fact, it's just that the heavy metal armor affects the posture of the spell.

They found that wearing light armor such as leather armor reduced the chance of failure, so they concluded that Metal Demonic was disgusted.

Then, they found out that Mithril armor also reduced the chance, so they concluded that Mithril was pro-demon.

In fact, the truth is that these armors are relatively light.

Naturally, there will be no shortage of demonic and martial arts dual cultivation in this era, and our great and obscene protagonist is a standard demonic martial dual cultivation.

But if you want to stack defenses, armor is a must, otherwise it will be easy to be killed and disabled in close combat, so if you really want to cultivate demons and martial arts, it is inevitable to wear a full body armor on your body.

But in this way, the cultivation of the arcane part was dragged down by the extremely high spell failure rate.

Therefore, for a guy who has a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, he can judge the focus of the battle system and the law system according to the equipment on his body.

Although Long Aotian lit the arcane fire, the inlaid leather armor on his body was very much a drag on the spell casting posture, so he focused more on melee combat, and the spell casting was only an auxiliary, and every time he cast a spell, the success rate was ridiculously low because of the two-handed giant sword.

If he saw the other party in a white robe, Wang Ming would definitely not dare to shoot at him for a long time.

"It seems that it is really the starting point of the mage school, only small fireballs, not even magic missiles, if it weren't for the large number of you, I would have killed you with the double fireball technique. ”

Although he complained, Wang Ming's escape speed did not decrease at all.

What are you kidding, Long Aotian's spell-casting ability is not good, but the melee combat is extremely terrifying, relying on the magic breaking array attached to the giant sword, he just broke through Wang Ming's instantaneous mage shield in a hurry, if it weren't for Wang Ming's ability to quickly draw the sword, this time it would have been planted here.

"How do you recognize me!"

It was only then that Long Aotian could see the face hidden under the hood of the mage's robe.

"It's you!"

He exclaimed, anger burning in his eyes.

It seems that I didn't recognize me, so I guess I originally planned to rob it......

"It's none of my business, it's not me who beat you to a half-crippled person, you have the ability to find Zi Ma!"

"Miss Mage, I'm not that match for that, but it's enough to catch you!"

Wang Ming pursed his lips, it seems that Long Aotian is planning to play the kidnapping ticket.

As for the phrase "Miss"...... He's used to it.

The Night Reaper, with the arcane aura of blade fire magic, stabbed Long Aotian in the chest at the moment of his nonsense, but was blocked by a barrier.

"Pious Shield? Which evil god did I hook up with you? Anyway, it won't be the god of light......"

"Is it up to you to understand the glory of our Lord God of darkness?"

Is there really a dragon Aotian in this world who doesn't mess with the dark gods?

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times again, and Wang Ming threw out a water mist technique, and disappeared from everyone's sight with three dimensional jumps in a row.

―――――――――――― (To be continued......)