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Legend has it that thousands of years ago, a handful of humans emerged from the crowd of intelligent creatures, and they began the process of expansion after changing their weak nature, conquering the land, imprisoning elves, dwarves, and orcs in the depths of the jungles and mountains, and the barbarians became their servants, and even the arrogant dragons, the evil beasts that claimed to have infinite power close to the gods, and became the objects of their enslavement, so as to touch the sky. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

It was the most glorious era in human history, and it was the most powerful group in human history. These people, known as the Grand Arcanists, are a symbol of the supreme power of the human race, and compared to the current mages, they are nothing more than that

Although in the end, they failed, that did not prevent magic from becoming a symbol of human power.

A powerful mage, always in legend like a god, who is able to perform magnificent miracles with a wave of his hand...... Move mountains and reclaim the sea, do anything. Although when stories become legends and legends become myths, even in this world, the people who are lucky enough to see these miracles are still only a few of the few.

So when they watched the amazing changes in front of the young man who was dressed as a mage and claimed to be their lord, the people living in this isolated village could only stop all their movements in surprise and express their feelings in a sluggish way...... Then he knelt down again and prostrated his head, revealing his supreme piety.

In fact, even the half-elf mercenaries who had come with this young lord and were more knowledgeable than ordinary people could only show the same shocked expressions at this time.

With a wave of your hand, you can build a tower...... Is this the miraculous power of magic?

But many of them were not the first time they had met this young man, and of course they clearly remembered that two or three days ago, he was just an ordinary young mercenary.

Talented?

Or, even a magician could not have such a miraculous power so quickly - such a change can only be achieved with legendary talent. No, miracle people, can be described.

But. The caster himself was not in the mood to be complacent.

"Stop, stop!" When the shadow of the tower completely obliterated him, Edward finally recovered from his surprise and exclaimed in a spiritual voice, "I didn't let you zoom in, I just said I needed a castle!"

"And I did what you asked. A castle was made. The voice of the earth elemental creature came from underground, but it was no longer subtle, but a rolling roar: "To be exact, I didn't make the slightest change. So far, I've reproduced exactly one hundred and three hundred ...... It's about 1 in 600. And there's ......"

"Wait a minute...... Edward: "Explain to me first, what exactly did you use as a blueprint for copying?"

"Blueprint?" The earth elemental was silent for a moment: "To be exact, I don't have a concept of color, if you ask me what I am making, I think it's very clear, it's the castle I was imprisoned in before." ”

"I'll ......"

Edward couldn't help but stroke his forehead...... It seems that I really need to have a good conversation with this guy and teach him some common sense - at least I should distinguish the difference between a magic tower and a castle!

It looked like it was at least sixty feet long. There are at least seven or eight stories of cyan minarets as tall as a building. He was a little speechless...... It would be good if a ** division tower was erected here, at least it would save some people from prying eyes, and there must be more people who would be attracted by this, right? It's not the right thing to do.

Moreover, now you need to solve it yourself. It's not just that.

"If I tell sù 伱, will you understand? I need a city, not a tower. Well, it should be a city wall, a living quarter, and so on......" After a pause, he could only explain carefully.

"My operator, if I can, I think I can use the spiritual connection to directly realize your intentions," the stone on the ground arched, stretching out a dark red stone platform with a thin vein, shining on it: "You just have to put your hand here and imagine what you need to shape." ”

"This ......"

This kind of high-tech play is somewhat unexpected, but obviously very convenient, but when Edward puts his hands on it, he suddenly finds that he doesn't know what to do - most of the urban models in his mind are the images of high-rise buildings, but in this era without firearms, that simple combination of living seems to be unusable.

Thunder Cliff, or Ironforge Castle? After thinking about it for a long time, he found that he seemed to have only two vague choices.

Wait, Ironforge?

Well, the name gives a rough idea of an available talent.

And said Cao Cao, Cao Cao......

"The stinky stones in the ground, these pieces of waste, none of them can be beaten, and they all cried to me twice and called my mother. ”

With a clanging of friction and drumming footsteps, our dwarven master came running from the side of the hill - even louder, of course, in his throat shouting: "Edward boy, did you get that just now? What a hell, it's a shame that a guy took the opportunity to escape from under my axe!"

"How much do you know about building a city?" Edward asked straight to the point, not in the mood to talk nonsense to him.

Although I don't know how many crystal walls are isolated between them, there is always something in common between the two worlds. Take, for example, the rumors of the dwarves, who were extremely versatile, always known as masters of their craft, and who were truly high-class in the three fields of winemaking, blacksmithing, and gem-working, in addition to fighting.

They seem to be more adept at architecture – especially in the form of cities that favor force.

"Well, build the city, that ...... Wait, what do I hear, Edward Boy?

The dwarf pulled his beard and made the brass ring tinkle: "Simple, simple, this kind of trivial matter, let's just do it for you, as long as you give me enough manpower and stones and mortar, I promise to get a castle that is not inferior to the Mithril Hall! and the ground fortresses built in the Gangdis Mountains, human cities are just small settlements!"

Well, this rhetoric. Sounds pretty uplifting.

But......

The rumbling of the ground erupted again, but this time the effect was from the tower in the center to the periphery...... The ground shook, and the dirt rolled out layers of smoke. Crack open tiny gaps. Some of the less sturdy houses collapsed one after another in the tremor, causing a flurry of screams.

But......

After the tremor lasted for an hourglass scale, Edward frowned deeply, and the circle of tremors gradually expanded, reaching the edge of the village. , but there is not the slightest noticeable change on the ground.

"Hey, what did you build here?" Eventually, he couldn't help but grab the dwarf's beard and drag him away from the stone platform, "Didn't you build the city for me underground?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! You're insulting me Baroque? Night Rain, the wisdom of the great dwarves!"

The dwarf roared and struggled, but he realized that his proud wrist strength had not worked much.

Well, being pulled by someone else is undoubtedly a shame for a dwarf. However, the sharp eyes of the Psychic Warlock made him discourage him from resisting.

"It's not that easy to build a city. He shook his head. He said solemnly: "If you want to build a city, the most important thing is to have a complete and unobstructed sewer system, otherwise, the garbage alone will be enough to make you stink to death! You don't have this concept of hygiene at all, you know. Hygiene is very important! You can't survive in the garbage heap all day, otherwise the medicine alone will keep the priests busy, and you must at least make sure that they take a bath once a year......"

Edward suddenly felt the urge to strangle someone.

This theory cannot be considered a mistake either. But that's a priority......

"Ling...... Forget it, I'll do it. He patted his head, and he didn't know what to say. He found that the guys around him didn't seem to be very reliable.

Serious work, after this farce, finally began-

The sand and gravel coalesce into rock, and the rock forms a structure, and thick walls rise from the ground and extend to enclose the entire vicinity of the village. But this shunning didn't last long...... Just as half of the hillside had a wall more than ten feet high, the rumbling roar stopped, and the voice of the earth elemental creature rang out:

"My manipulator, I can no longer sustain such changes, to be precise, I need to immediately enter a state of slumber, a process of energy accumulation, before I can carry out the energy of rock shaping again. ”

"How long?"

"Judging by the energy density of the elements here, if you want to carry out large-scale shaping similar to what you have just done, you need to at least ...... Thirty alternating hours of light and dark. ”

"I'll go!" doesn't that mean that it will take a month to rebuild?

"And if it's the simplest kind of shaping that you just performed, it will take about five times to alternate between light and dark. ”

"If you redo the molding, can you recover some of the energy?" Edward asked, sighing.

"To be precise, the process is irreversible. ”

"I'll ......"

The Psychic Warlock could only let out a short curse again.

These two oolongs are really laughable--there is such a commotion, but the most needed city wall is only half surrounded. Originally, the earthen platform under the village has been destroyed, if the original village was a man in rags, then now it is **naked and honest - after all, the defense is different from the human race, half of the city defense and no city defense, there is no difference.

But shaking his head and sighing for a while, the lord could only stop for the time being.

Fortunately, three days is not a long time, not to mention, when the half-elves move in, they also need some space to move. As for what dangers have been encountered in the past few days......

I had to let these villagers go to the 'Mage Tower' to hide first.

Staring at the tower with a wry smile, he thought - at least from the window lattice, this thing was close to a foot thick, and it was a hard bluestone structure, and even if it was bombarded with a trebuchet, it might not be possible to drop many stone chips from it. As a defense, it can be regarded as overused.

Oh, or the sewers. Look at the movement just now, which is not inferior to Fukushima. The scale of this so-called sewer created by the dwarves is definitely not just a layer of pipes - but, whether intentionally or helplessly, it is a matter of building a city. It can only be done temporarily. The rest seems to have to wait until the half-elves arrive.

The rest was the trivial work of the civilians and the mercenaries, and Edward was in no mood to get involved—so after thinking about it, he simply went into the tower for a tour.

This half-finished tower has five floors. More than 20 rooms, each of which is at least in the eyes of ordinary people, the spacious and amazing hall, the shaping of the rock by the earth elemental creatures, is almost accurate to the amazing Cheng dù, the lampstands around the hall, the hinges of every door, and even some of the original crystal lamps have been restored meticulously. It's just that the original role will definitely not be able to play.

In fact. Fortunately, Edward stopped in time - if you really want to make a replica of the Tower of Thunder, it is absolutely impossible without the help of a magician, after all, it is a huge building more than a thousand feet high, and it is all made of stone, without the enhancement of magic, I am afraid that it will collapse due to its own weight in less than half of it.

Well. Now there is also a need for magic reinforcement and modification, such as the door. Magic lamps and the like, as well as defensive circles. As well as some room designs that do not conform to their own aesthetics, they need to be changed, and these cannot be done overnight...... Only a mage who is proficient in this way can control the circle, and his strength is simply not enough.

However, if you take good care of it and use it as your own long-term residence, it should still be quite good.

As he climbed the stairs, Edward couldn't help but think so.

The spellcasters of Tuminis usually seek a place in the Magic Academy - the largest magic temple on the continent, which provides not only the opportunity to learn, but also those special resources, practical equipment, and materials, which are also coveted by mages. For example, the alchemy circle in the academy is something that Edward covets, not only can it be used to make all kinds of items, but it also comes with it that can consume mental power, so that he can promote the growth of spiritual power with repeated consumption and replenishment.

It's just that even with such favorable conditions, after Edward returned from the Empire, Bina didn't seem to like it there anymore - when he was in it, Edward always seemed to have a certain feeling, as if someone was secretly watching his actions - of course, this is not nervous, but it is true, at least as the master of the tower, a few ** divisions, must have that kind of power.

Well, or as the wearer of the artifact, he may not be so easy to watch, but that's still a bit of a concern......

Wait a minute.

The Psychic Warlock's heart suddenly moved.

When he fought that Truss in the Empire, the other party seemed to have said that he was able to wander in that tower for so long without being caught, and even touched some of the core parts, because he seemed to be able to evade observation-

In this way, such surveillance is indispensable in the magic academy, and can the ** masters see from it that they are a special kind of being?

This idea really made his heart a little flustered, although he understood the cause and effect, and knew that he might have artifacts on his body, only Truss and Albert, and the former was an imperial mage, and he had already seen the play in his introduction, which should be able to be hidden, but Albert may have noticed the abnormality when he returned to the ** division tower.

So, will this ** master be aware of this deception? And how much interest will he have in this artifact?

Is he trustworthy?

Edward knew that the answer should be yes, otherwise, it would be impossible for the ** division to save himself from such a distant place.

But the problem is that trust is often the right thing, but it's hard to treat people - after all, everything in the world can be given up, as long as something better can replace it. And although he believes that there is no reason to trust and give without reason in the world, but in that case, in addition to legends, there is only the kind of wholehearted devotion of the mother to her offspring.

From a purely utilitarian point of view, Edward actually had little possible use value for the old mage - if not at all, Edward could believe that the other party was motivated by the study of psychic warlocks, or the sense of mission to cultivate talents.

However, it seems that this is not necessarily the case.

Of course, this is only one of the possibilities, not certain, and may even be nothing more than his boring delusion of victimization.

But he didn't dare to take any risks now.

"Edward, you seem to like to frown. Miss Lisa suddenly appeared behind him, and wrapped her mischievous arms around his neck, "I am always worried, and I will have wrinkles." ”

"You've done a good job this time," she said coquettishly, throwing her on the back, "to show her gratitude, Miss Ben has decided to sacrifice her precious time to go shopping with you, so how about you relax?"

"Who is this with whom?"

"It's okay not to go shopping, or I'll accompany you everywhere to play? Or, give me the kind of ice you made last time, it's very hot, it's the best way to relieve the heat!"

"Isn't this still your favorite thing?"

"Otherwise, how about I give you an interesting gift?" the little girl blinked, and suddenly smiled coquettishly.

"How much fun can it be?" Edward shook his head, "I'm past the age to play games." ”

Soon, however, he realized that he could not speak too much, because this gift of the half-elf was ...... surprisingly 'interesting'. (To be continued......)

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