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"Ah, you can do anything, let's say, you can buy and sell things, including the best slaves, and the slaves they control are all excellent breeds. ◎ Smart children remember to play super fast hand update ◎" Drow, who called himself Durin, seemed a little excited, and simply began to show off his knowledge: "There are also items that can be bought, scrolls and the like, they also have a lot of strange products, and ordinary mineral deposits also have them, but I don't build yì to buy there, although the quality is good, the price is too high." Even if you can afford it, it's not impossible to hire some Psions to serve you, they're good at casting spells in clusters, such as teleportation. ”

"Can you afford it?" the human interrupted him, "It's expensive?"

"Well, it's not cheap. Moreover, they don't accept coins and the like, nor do they accept minerals, only slaves, polished gems, and magic items are hard currency. Zhuoer said: "Among them, there are several levels of slaves, the more intelligent and easy to use, followed by magic items. ”

Edward's brow furrowed, if he could achieve his goal through a guò deal, he didn't really want to go head-on with the spirit suckers, offending these vengeful octopus heads, their revenge at any cost was really troublesome, especially extremely cunning, making it difficult to defend against...... However, trading with it, the things he has on hand seem to be a little inappropriate.

Naturally, the slave does not need to be mentioned, and this time he came down to the dark region, his belongings were more focused on combat, and several magic items were tools that could greatly improve his ability, and the rest were used for trading. It's a bit more than worth the cost, and gems and the like don't seem to be very expensive. If you really can't do it, you can only cut your love, but your own magic items ......

Wait a minute.

"Magic items, can you do anything? potions or something?" he asked, after receiving an affirmative answer. He turned his gaze to the druid, "Help me get some mushrooms." ”

"Mushrooms?" At the end of the team, the druid, who was looking around curiously, was stunned: "There are no varieties of mushrooms that can be eaten near here, if you want to satisfy your cravings." I still have some stock here......"

"No, whatever it is, as long as it's a lot of it. ”

......

It's not a difficult requirement - it's light. Edward found what he needed.

In one corner of the square, towering mushrooms form a dense forest like an umbrella cover, white and black spore hyphae clinging around them, and lichens that glow green and blue cover the ground with a soft velvet - something second only to stalagmites, stalactites or caves in the dark regions.

Whispering a strange incantation, Edward reached out and pressed his hand on the mushrooms, and in the blink of an eye, the vibrant plants withered. It gradually turned into a charcoal-like wreckage.

Then the Psychic Warlock turned around, carefully put the thing in his hand into a bottle, and shook it in front of Durin's eyes, "How about this thing? Can it whet the appetite of those guys?"

"This ...... Isn't this a Blue Devil fan?"

His gaze swept over the bottle in Edward's hand, and the eyes of the Drow merchant suddenly widened: "The spider queen is on top, how can there be so many of them?" Isn't it only cultivated on a large scale in the Bato Hell?, Lord Edward, do you have any connection with those Battus?"

Edward smiled silently.

Blue mushroom powder is a very popular drug among arcane users, and most arcane users believe and verify that smoking this powder is effective in increasing the intelligence of the user, so it was once quite popular among arcane users. Although the final side effects can lead to strong dependence, as well as the possibility of debilitating, those who are crazy about the arcane. Presumably, this kind of problem can definitely be ignored.

Because of this, ancient magicians carried out large-scale over-collection of this species, and this blue mushroom seems to be extremely delicate and has harsh growing conditions, and after this turmoil, it has been endangered in this plane......

However, in Edward's hands, this thing is really not a rare commodity...... Who had given him that extremely precious ring of spells? As long as he had some plant roots, he could make at least an ounce of a spell with a single spell.

Although the psionics do have extreme confidence in their intelligence, there is no end to this kind of thing - the more intelligent they are, the more they will feel that they are not smart enough, and they always wish they could have a brain that can fit the size of the entire multiverse.

Smoking can indeed lead to drug dependence and lasting damage to the body's health...... But what is this for the mages......? Edward believed that as long as they still used a human-like way of thinking to solve problems, it would be easy to fall for it...... Properly.

"It should be enough, the bodies of the Spirit Suck Monsters are basically similar to ours, and they seem to be more sensitive to this kind of thing. Drow's gaze fell on the large area of withered and decaying Qin Lin, and his eyes flashed: "These things are estimated to be enough to exchange for a dozen Drow or gray dwarf slaves, the best ......"

"Hey, Edward, are you really going to those octopus-headed cities? They ......"

Swallowing her saliva, Miss Half-Elf spoke, as if only then did she realize Edward's true intentions and become terrified. She grabbed Edward's hand and lowered her voice: "It's actually deep enough here, let's go back and get the big rock?"

"Coward. The Drow priest not far away let out a low sneer: "So you also know that you are afraid?"

"Who's afraid, you melon!" If there was anything that could provoke Miss Lisa's most vigorous anger at this stage, it was Dahny's taunt, and the little girl's scream almost shook the whole ground: "But, if you want to go, the deal will be up to you, tsk, a drow priest, those octopus heads will love to trade you for what is in your brother's hands...... Ah, no. They seem to be hermaphrodites, so they prefer your brain to those two pieces of rotten meat, if you have one!"

"You little imp who deserves to be eaten by spiders!"

"Alright, ladies," said the male drow as he stopped the thousand ducks before the argument attracted more enemies, "we don't really have to be in any great danger, and the spirit sucking monsters are actually a bit like your legendary devils." They are evil, they can play tricks, but they obey a certain order. As long as the rules are set, they will obey them, even more so than humans or anything. No tricks, as long as you make sure they're not playing with words, they're safe. ”

"But how do you know that they really follow the rules, they are not the strongest race in the neighborhood, but as far as I know, at least no one in their city will force them to obey the rules, right?" Miss Half-Elf snorted unwillingly.

"Yes, didn't I say it, it's their mastermind, who will force all the spirit-sucking monsters to do certain things, to force them to obey order. It's stricter than you humans, nay, creatures on the surface, because every Psionck can't violate certain rules of the Mastermind. ”

"So what kind of mastermind. Why don't they just open up the city's market and accept merchants directly, as Drow did?"

"Because of pride. The male Drow smiled, "Psicoccon are dismissive of any race, they think they are in the entire multiverse. The most intelligent race, who have mastered all the mysteries: they are natural rulers, and as such they accept only those who have proven their abilities, and reluctantly accept them as objects of communication with them. ”

"That's why they have this weird rule? Kill a spirit sucker to get in?"

"It's not about killing one, as long as you defeat it, you don't necessarily have to kill it. Of course, it doesn't matter if they are killed, they do not pursue it, they will only think that it is to help them survive the fittest. Zhuoer, who called himself Du'in, said: "It's just that you can't kill them, and the end is the same, staying in the city for four hourglasses, and one breath won't be much more." There are some exceptions, though. ”

"What exceptions?"

The corners of Edward's mouth curled for a moment, and he realized that this guy might have some potential to become a bard—he always liked to leave a tail to hang people's appetites when he spoke, and although he would continue to say if anyone asked, the feeling of flirting was somewhat annoying. It's like remembering a writer who is good at writing about the game's other world.

"Actually, generally speaking, as long as they think it's less dangerous and aggressive, the mastermind won't care at all. Drow paused habitually, but his gaze was slightly opposite that of the human, and he continued: "In the years I spent in the city of the Spiritsucker, I once saw a guy who had been in the city of the Spiritucker for at least a few months, but not a single monster had trouble him. Because he's a ** teacher,"

"A ** master can wander around the city of spirit sucking monsters at will?" The half-elf pouted: "Isn't there that kind of big monster in the spirit sucking monsters, just like the ...... we encountered last time"

"Miss, what do you think the Spirit Suck Monster Lich is? A mushroom can bubble out of a crack in the stone with a little water? Although the spiritual energy cultivation is profound, it is not inferior to any magic, but ordinary spirit sucking monsters do not have this ability. There are generally no small spirit sucking monsters that have lived for at least twenty or thirty years, only adult monsters with a lifespan of more than fifty years can have the ability to be close to a mage who has opened their real names, but this kind of guy is usually only half in a city. As for those big monsters, there are two or three in a three-hundred-person spirit-absorbing monster city, which is already a lot. ”

His voice paused suddenly.

What interrupted him was the light...... It is like fireflies, lit up in the surrounding space, outlining a wonderful outline along the dilapidated building.

The deep darkness faded, revealing her true face in front of the visitors...... On either side stood the eternal boulders, the light causing them to drag long and narrow shadows on the uneven ground, like black spikes stretching out to the great walls.

However, this spectacle only lasted for a moment, and then the luster faded and was finally deposited in the darkness.

However, there is another voice.

Edward looked up keenly, his gaze scanning the ruins in the darkness.

I don't know where it came from. Suddenly it was like an echo that was disappearing in the mountains...... Suddenly, it was close to my ears, and for a moment I could feel the cold wind in my neck. It's like the little sister next door lying on her shoulder, blowing into her ears playfully.

As a master of psychic powers, Edward suddenly realized that the sound had broken away from the natural laws of sound propagation in the air, and instead directly penetrated into the souls of all people with an almost irresistible will.

"What is that?" After a slight silence, the druid let out a muttered whisper, and he looked around, but only in the eyes of a crowd. See doubts.

However, it does not include Psychic Warlocks.

Edward frowned, and swept his gaze over the weathered rock walls on either side,

Writing on stone. It is not complicated, and with the effect of knowing the language, their meaning is revealed. Even a slight damage does not cause a reading disorder.

However, it was evident that the work was by no means as easy as the legend suggests, and most of the poems carved into the stone walls were poems of the Magic Kingdom, which were used to sing praises and record events—the decrees of the time, some celestial phenomena, and some of the wars between mortals, but they were not on a large scale, and then the whole text was full of praise.

He walked along the rock wall. But the contents of the boulder walls are the same, nothing more than wars, festivals, and events that were important to the builders of the building, but nothing useful can be found. For example, what exactly is this monument built on, and where is it more valuable?

"History......

The psychic mancer's heart moved slightly: "Let's rest here." He said, and then there was a spiritual renewal. Transform your power into the realm of spiritual prophecy.

After a moment, he reached out and stroked the rough boulders......

The silver sheen, as his fingertips jumped, propped up against the boulder, and he stood in a daze. And a period of magnificent history passed in a flash in his mind.

In the dark, time seems to have left traces of their running here, time flies, vicissitudes of life, a feeling, or a piece of feeling, passed from the broken wall, like a qiē sprout, glory and then the final decline of the process, although it is not a simple paragraph, a record, and countless living beings are bred in it. In the end, it disappeared little by little in the long river of history.

The power of time is so magnificent, it keeps moving forward slowly, and everywhere it passes through is annihilated, giving no one a chance to plead.

"Signs will eventually emerge, echo signs, and someone will travel through thousands of planes to come here and hold the silver calamity...... The ominous will return to the earth...... In the past, in the future, in the present...... It is everywhere, it is everywhere, it has destroyed and it has been resurrected, and so on, and forever. He holds the keys to multiple worlds, opening the door to the other...... It is the only one, he is not the only one, only the power is the only way to control ......"

"I turned around to see who was speaking to me. ”

"What appears in the eyes are seven remnants, and between them are the names of the people who control them......"

"It was dressed in black, hanging down to its feet, with a dragon's skin tied around its chest. His hair and pupils were silver, like snowflakes, like metal. Burning with the sheen of flames. The light that flickers on the body is like the copper that exercises the light in the furnace. The sound is like flowing rivers and oceans. He holds a book in his right hand. His face shines like the sun. And all the people bowed down at his feet as if death were the deepest of death. But fear not. He is the first, the last, and the living. He died, yet he was resurrected, and was destined for eternity.

The words slowly flowed in his ears, making the human body tremble slightly, and his thoughts became slow, and he seemed to be able to feel that this qiē had a certain connection with himself, but he could not grasp it - the ability to explore history can only get something within the area that the Manifest person wants to obtain, but no matter what it is, it is determined by the ability itself, and it will not be transferred by the will of the Manifest.

In the long darkness, only the sound of breathing diffused thinly, and after the strange change just now, everyone was alert to control their own actions. They gathered around the still-standing psychic mancer, vigilantly observing their surroundings. Everyone seems to be able to intuitively feel that something is changing.

Kara.

The muffled voice emanated from the shadows of the alley, transforming into a small, but piercing sneer.

"Left!"

The druid gave a whispered warning, and when everyone's eyes met, a black figure seemed to grow out of the shadows on the side of a boulder, and then faded into the darkness.

"Light!"

The half-elf unceremoniously stretched out his hand, and a subtle glow flew out of his fingertips, and then a cloud of light bloomed there!

The sheen wasn't dazzling, but as long as it was close enough, it was enough to damage the average underground creature.

But the figure that appeared in the light made everyone frown.

With the voice, wrapped in a wide ragged gray robe, the eye sockets hidden in the shadow of the hood had a little scarlet light, and the slightly trembling luster pulsated like the rhythm of a heartbeat under the gaze of everyone.

It shook its body and began to rush in the direction of the crowd, the exposed limbs under the burqa reflecting the pale light of the light. The sound of the kraka is like announcing its identity.

Undead. (To be continued......)

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