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Two days later, at noon, the vast bluestone wilderness still blows a cool wind, making the silent hills and rocks all show a sense of silence and depression, only the white snow marks on the snow-capped mountains in the distance, showing a changing light and dark color under the vast flowing clouds on the top of the mountain, but showing the same vitality.

Dongzi in the village of Faznula looked at the mountain range from afar, and suddenly turned his head and asked Forko, who was doing a handiwork next to him: "When did your royal family's digging tools arrive? It's been five days since you arrived here." ”

Faulco finished his training, and although he couldn't merge his psionic energy with his body yet, he could also feel some subtle changes taking place in the internal organs of his body, and maybe a miracle would happen soon. He speculated to himself as he said, "I'll come back in a while." But the other party unceremoniously immediately asked: "How long will it be for another period of time? three days, ten days, one month, half a year, or will it never come?"

Faulco's face remained unchanged, and he was secretly speculating about what this person really meant, but he heard the human priest laugh again: "Hahaha just kidding, I just hope that the royal family's assistance will arrive sooner, if the construction of the canal cannot be started in another two months." Even if the canal is finished at the end of the year, there is no time to tidy up the land. The cultivated area will not be able to expand next year. Suddenly, he said strangely: "The royal family doesn't seem to be in a hurry to expand the cultivated land, is it busy with some other things?" But I seem to have heard that the arrest of smugglers some time ago has ended, and I wonder what the royal family is worried about now? Is it for the sake of those local nobles who are jumping up and down?"

Faulco only replied cautiously: "I'm just a spiritual warrior, I'm not interested in this kind of thing, and as the head of the royal family's guards, I just do what I am told. I don't know anything else. Then he changed the topic and said, "How do you think of my practice?"

Dongzi smiled and said, "It's okay, some of the training process of your psychic abilities is a bit similar to our secret druid, so your foundation is very solid, and your current level is about the same as that of Grimm." ”

Faulco said with a suspicious expression, "It's similar to him, then yesterday he came running over and said that he had practiced a first-order spell-like translucent mage servant." Why haven't I changed a bit?"

Dongzi shook his hand calmly and said, "You and him are different in practice, completely different, and there is no comparison." Besides, it's useless to talk about him. Why should you be envious?" As he was talking, he saw Grimm coming from a distance, and after greeting Dongzi, he said: "Is it true that the seventy-two methods of your earth evil medicine fork can't be changed? I tried the mage servant I just trained last night, and I couldn't do anything except bring me things and water. I'm really. What's the use of practicing this kind of thing?"

Dongzi just comforted with a calm expression: "Don't think so." Although it is not useful, it also proves that my previous reasoning is correct, the earth really only needs the soul to establish a special relationship with the demon net, and my earth evil medicine fork seventy-two methods can be practiced. Don't you already have a spirit-like thing on your body now? People may have to practice something for half a year, and you can practice it in a day or two. I also learned some skills of a magic bullet shooter by the way. You should be happy. ”

Grimm pouted and said, "But as you said, this method can't improve the original spell level, which means that no matter how I practice, at most I will only know some second-order spells." And my strange arcane spirit is only connected to the magic web, and can't practice magic like a priest. I still haven't changed!I'm still an apprentice-level mage!" he spun around a little anxiously, and then said, "I wasn't happy at all after practicing that translucent mage servant yesterday, and I thought about it all night. It's not going to make any sense to me! I'm going to give up."

Dongzi had no choice but to shake his head and comfort: "Although this method does not allow you to obtain higher-level spells. But if you practice for ten or twenty years, you can also make your soul mutation even more powerful. Maybe one day I'll be able to communicate with the deeper demonic web. When the time comes, a third-order spell such as Burst Fire Thunder Flying Technique or Acceleration Technique will come out, won't you become a full-fledged mage?"

Grimm smiled bitterly. Ten years, twenty years, or "maybe"! It's really disappointing. He lamented. While listening to Dongzi continue to nag: "Besides, the seventy-two methods of the Earth Evil Medicine Fork I said can't let you obtain high-level earth spells. But it can enhance the existing level of spells. Just as you are specialized. Specializes in a spell. Make it more intense or flexible. For example, the mage servant in your land can use it to knock other people's stuffy sticks and make people mix with people."

Grimm couldn't take it anymore. In a muffled voice, he said, "I'll go outside." The village is so dreary. I'm going to go around the town. ”

In this vast uninhabited wilderness. The so-called "nearby towns" are fifty or sixty miles away. It will take two or three days to go back and forth. Looks like this kid is really disappointed. I urgently need to go outside to relax.

Dongzi didn't say anything. Just said casually: "It's a little messy outside now." Be careful. Don't bring too much money. Then he looked down and walked silently into the open but lifeless wilderness.

Suddenly. Beside him, Falco asked, "Are you from the Eastern Continent?" What did you say the other day: The occult druids can communicate with the natural world. It can also communicate with the astral plane. It can also communicate with other things in the universe. It occurred to me that I had an idea. It seems that the druids of the Eastern Continent also have this kind of argument. Or or. The school of mystic druids came from the Eastern Continent?"

Dongzi was eager to ask what was going on with the "Eastern Continent Druids". Why do many people bring it up to themselves again and again? But I'm afraid that the other party will see any flaws. I had to shake my head and say, "I don't know this very well." Anyway, the druid who taught me the secret art didn't tell me that. Just leave a pile of books behind and die. Yo. You did remind me. Maybe it really came from the Eastern Continent. ”

Grimm scolded and walked on the "road" that was hidden in the wilderness at this time, and his mouth was full of indignation: "Why is my luck so bad? Everyone else can improve the ability of the first order, why can't I when I arrive? What the hell is this world?!" He complained a little about the gods, but he didn't dare to say it, so he had to secretly whisper and scold: "When you get to the city, find any prostitute to vent your anger first! It's really annoying!"

But when he arrived in the humble wilderness city just before sunset. It was more tedious than he had imagined: three horse-drawn carriages lined with thick houses of rough bluestone, simple structures and unevenly polished surfaces. It's like a little "cave". The setting sun casts dappled and dirty shadows on the walls. It is as if decayed tombs stand on both sides of the road.

Not to mention prostitutes, there is not even a restaurant. Occasionally, I saw one or two simple sheds made of animal skins. There were a few grinning bear goblins sitting inside, drinking the most shoddy and turbid wine, which was really disgusting

After walking around most of the city, he finally saw a three-story restaurant as thick as a small fortress. Outside the door, a few old magic lamps glowed dimly, shining with the sunlight on the rows of small wooden windows on the walls, revealing the old wooden windows, which really made people feel sleepy and ancient. It seems that this is not only a tavern, but also an inn

Grimm looked up at its sign, "Dream of the Stars", sighed, and walked towards the restaurant in a muffled voice.

There is wine tonight and drunk tonight, tomorrow is sorrowful, tomorrow is worried. Once you've drunk yourself, you'll have a good night's sleep and no more sleepless things to worry about.

Since most of the houses in the city are under two floors. So when the old ogre wizard Garnier sat on the third floor of the "Dream of the Stars" and drank a sullen drink, he could also take a look at the vast wilderness in the distance. Soothe yourself from your depressed mood.

But the gods did not intend to spare him as an old man, so they let the Duke of Vermeer's letter history, the little man of the green-skinned goblin blood, the ogre Helance, find him. Now standing next to him and nagging endlessly: "The entire Ogre Wizards Association is slowly on the right track. It's just that there is a shortage of manpower right now. Experienced veterans like you are needed to come back and take charge. We, Duke Vermeer, are in contact with the rescue of the captured merchants, and it won't be long before a turn for the better will come. So please be sure to tell the other ogres who have left the association: in less than half a month, the matter will be resolved. All business will be back on track. Please be sure to come back to the association during these days and wait for the good news. ”

Garnier's slightly human-like ogre face twitched slightly, and he laughed a few times: Back to the original track? Hmph, yes, once you succeed, nothing changes. Those who are high in smuggling continue to engage in smuggling, those who engage in research continue to engage in research, and those who move around to engage in business continue to engage in business. Except that the association was fully controlled by local nobles such as Vermeer. So he replied neither softly nor hardly: "Alas, I'm old, and I don't have the strength to do any research." As for the others, I ordered them to be kept out when I was in the Guild, and now that everyone has dispersed, I would like to apologize to the Duke of Vermeer on my behalf. I can't help him. Ask him to choose another candidate. ”

Helensi persuaded several times in a row, but the other party shook his head, and had no choice but to turn around and leave. Before leaving, he said in a slightly threatening tone: "Duke Vermeer will be able to rescue the trapped people in a few days, and all those who guard the association will be meritorious at that time, and the duke will reward them." As for those who run away and ignore the safety of the association, aren't they afraid of being blamed by everyone?"

Garnier only snorted twice, but did not speak. When the letter Schlenes went downstairs and left, he sighed and said, "Even if you can be promoted to a knighthood after you go back? Isn't it your duke's dog? The Ogre Samurai Association was originally independent. Now it is up to a local nobleman to decide what is big or small in the guild. Don't want this kind of official!"

With a wry smile on his face, he poured wine into his mouth: I joined the association as a teenager, and I still wanted to do something at the beginning and make the association glorious. Hehe, it's been eighty years now, and there's nothing left except for practicing an "acceleration technique". Who knew that in the end, after living in the association all his life, it became someone else's kennel! Hahahaha is ridiculous!

He was just getting up and was drinking his stuffy wine when he suddenly heard an "oops" from downstairs.

In a depressed mood, Grimm was walking towards the door of the tavern with his head down, when he suddenly hit the four corners of the sky, and immediately got up angrily and scolded in a low voice: "You don't have long eyes when you walk?! If you can't drink, drink less, so as not to sleep on the road at night and be ugly!"

The first thing you see is a green ogre's face. Startled, he opened his mouth and retreated again and again. When you see clearly, the other party's figure is not as good as an ordinary human. Like a dwarf in an ogre. It was ridiculous. I couldn't help but laugh out loud all of a sudden: "You're half-blooded? Hahaha, are you half-blooded? Hahaha" leaned forward and backwards on the spot, panting. I almost laughed.

It's not that he's abrupt, but it's really too strange to be opposed, the average person is the more mixed-race, the better, and he will bring the advantages of each system to some extent, but this guy in front of him has a disadvantage: his body is as weak as a green spirit, and his mind is as stupid as an ogre. And look at his look and the appearance of no half of the spell fluctuations on his body. I don't think there's even a spell. Such a waste of wood prefers to put on a fierce ogre face, like a pug with a tiger's face -- who to scare?

He laughed very heartily, and finally vented his grievances for many days. But the "parallel bastard" on the other side shouted angrily: "What are you laughing at?! I am the letter of Lord Duke Vermeer! The king's guards must give me three points when they see me." What kind of bird are you, dare to be presumptuous in front of me?" the most ruthless of the Helens laughed at his own bloodline, and recently happened to be rewarded by the Duke of Vermeer for completing a serious deed, and he was somewhat "arrogant" mentality. Even the old ogre warrior Garnier in the restaurant didn't pay attention to it, let alone this human with unknown origin? Immediately pull out the stiff scepter at your waist and hit your head!

Grimm was smiling comfortably, and suddenly saw that the other party's "parallel import" dared to beat him, and he was immediately shocked and angry. In a hurry, he unwittingly activated the quasi-spell he had just obtained, the translucent mage servant, and flew towards the green-skinned "dwarf" ogre.

I only heard a few soft sounds of "poof", and the parallel goods mongrel really fell and ate shit. He also rolled upside down on the ground a few times, making a fussy face, humming and screaming. Grimm was immediately happy: what a rotten bastard who didn't do anything! Phew! With an ogre's head, he wanted to scare people? Unfortunately, this body was not at all as strong as an ogre. You deserve it when you touch it, but I'm a mage servant with a lot of strength, like a sledgehammer.

He was snickering in his heart when he suddenly found that the other party had struggled to his feet, waving his scepter and swinging it again. Grimm was suddenly taken aback by the fierce fighting momentum, but when he reacted, the other party had already rushed in front of him, and he didn't come to cast a spell.

The scepter is like a big stick, whistling and smashing its head!

Between the lightning-light living corpses, Grimm suddenly sounded the half-sentence that Master Dongzi had just said: "Beat the stuffy stick, and get a mix." Immediately moved to the translucent thought of "mage servant".

The "mage servant" was not a half-human-sized force field with no mind and no fixed image. You can do some simple actions such as: ending, carrying, carrying, pushing, etc. Complicated things can't be done. But it's more than enough to give people a mix. So the ground-glass kinetic force field flew towards the feet of the green-skinned "parallel hybrid", and slammed into it vigorously, and immediately stumbled the other party like a tripping horse. Hailensi got up angrily and swung his staff to hit the translucent "mage servant", he forgot for a moment that ordinary striking force could not hurt this invisible and phaseless "mage servant" land. So he slashed a few times as uselessly as if he was hitting the air before he reacted, screaming angrily and pulling out the sharp short sword with the effect of a "second-class demonic weapon" on his waist. Ordinary weapons can't hurt it, but this magic weapon is its nemesis!

When he pulled out his dagger with a radiant aura, he was nowhere to be seen. It turns out that Grimm has ordered it to change from translucent to fully transparent in a moment's time. In this way, there is no shape, no smell, no temperature, and even if you can have very flexible ears and nose, you will not notice the slightest abnormality.

What's more, Hailensi didn't have any special abilities! his martial arts skills were mediocre, and he didn't even have the ability to sense the aura of spells. He was dumbfounded, and stood there for a long time before screaming and swinging his sword at Grimm.

Grimm had already blessed himself with a "mage shield", and he wanted to give him a strong acid arrow, but he was worried about the other party's status as a "duke letter history". After hesitating, he had to send another order to the "mage servant" who was in a state of transparency.

I only heard a strange cry of "oops" from the opposite Helens, and was thrown under the feet by the invisible "mage servant", and fell again and ate. After he got up in a rage. I still can't see half a shadow of the "mage servant". Burned in anger, he had to kill Grimm again.

So he was once again violently slammed under his feet by the "mage servant". Fall again.

Thus he rose - fell - rose again - fell again - as if an invisible force was pushing him down repeatedly.

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