Oster hurriedly explained what had happened, and after a little thought, Solarius said, "This situation is normal. Didn't I tell you, Sashu's energy is limited, and when it is completely used up, you will temporarily lose the protection of the power of the guardian. In this world, how can there be a good thing to achieve benefits without paying a price, and the operation of any energy needs to follow the law of conservation;

You were able to copy and parse spells without consuming mana, without casting time, with the help of the magical energy stored in the book itself, and this energy came from the essence of Sargeras's remaining in this world. Now that the leader has been dead for more than 10,000 years, everything he left behind is slowly dissipating and disappearing.

Because of this, Sashu's magical intelligence limits the number and level of spells that can be copied to prevent the energy from being quickly depleted. But in any case, after the maintenance of generations of guardians, there is still enough energy to keep the basic operation of the book. If it is not used hundreds or thousands of times in a short period of time, there will be no shutdown. Can you ask, what are you doing with Sashu? ”

Oster said embarrassedly, "It's used to fight." ”

Solarius asked curiously, "What is the fight?" ”

replied, "It's to sell your art, and to make money by planting flags and competing with others." ”

"How many times have you shared the ability?"

"For nearly a month, about ten games a day, each game has more than a dozen rounds, and sometimes I deliberately release water for the sake of enjoyment."

"And how much money did you make?"

"It's not much, except for the expenses, it's only a few hundred gold. It's all in the bank, and it's wanted because of the conflict with the officers and soldiers, and now it's definitely frozen. ”

Solarius was silent for a long time before he spoke, "You are the most peculiar Guardian I've ever met. ”

Oster hurriedly asked, "Is there a way to recharge it?" ”

Solarius thought for a moment and said, "Originally, the leader sacrificed himself to shroud the earth and sky with the essence to protect Ai Xing from being torn apart in the Crucible explosion. His energy is now left in the air, soil, and water streams all over the planet, and Sashu absorbs it on its own to recharge slowly, but it takes years to fully charge. ”

"What?!" Oster was taken aback, it would take several years, and he was now wearing a sinful body, so long ago, wouldn't the daylilies be cold. Solarius on the other end of the communication continued;

“…… And if you want to recharge quickly, it's not impossible. As long as you find the fragments with strong source energy, you can connect to the Sashu energy terminal. But the problem is that in the human world, all of them meet this condition are super-high-grade magic items, which are used to power large military and engineering equipment. Most of them are controlled devices, and are kept by the High Church and the Kingdom Magic Federation. Didn't you just say that you were wanted, and with your current strength, rashly approaching these two places is tantamount to killing yourself. ”

Oster was very frustrated when he heard this, and said, "What should I do, the law enforcement department can't beat it, and it will take three years for automatic charging." If you want to shrunk your tail all day long, hide and be frightened, it is better to die directly. ”

"Don't be impulsive, you have another option, which is to join me as soon as possible and seek help and shelter from the organization." It should be reminded that now that you have lost the power of the Guardian, you are very vulnerable, basically an ordinary farmer who has no power, knows nothing about physical arts and swordsmanship, has no talent for spell casting and special abilities, is penniless, has never been out and knows nothing about the outside world, and has unrealistic and naïve fantasies about this world;

For you now, any armed thief or fierce animal can kill you, and you may die of accidental injury or illness at any time, or even sudden death due to physical exhaustion while walking. I suggest you avoid conflict with anyone and rush to Mooncreek as soon as possible, where I will arrange for a pick-up. ”

Oster vomited blood when he heard this, and thought to himself, although the words are not rough, the truth is true, but this Dreadlord can't be so straightforward! Also an ordinary farmer, he said that the waste firewood and straw bales were non-combustible garbage.

As for the other party's proposal, it is worth considering. After all these days, he also agreed that neither the Holy Light nor the Titan were any good things, and Solarius was generally normal except for some quirks. Since he has the golden finger of Mr. Sa, he simply counts it from the legion, at least he can protect himself.

Oster remembered something, and asked again, "I can't release magic without Sashu, and it took me more than a dozen runes to activate this communicator, and my little brother was ...... Never mind. Is there no other way to get in touch? ”

Solarius said curiously, "Why use runes? The Demon Bat Communicator is password-activated and does not require spell energy. Just press and hold the coordinates on it and read out the communication channel password. My password is 9541......"

"Ahhh - "Oster screamed, "why didn't you say it sooner!" ”

"You never asked me." Solarius said innocently.

After hanging up the newsletter, Oster wanted to cry without tears. Looking at the crotch that was burned into six demon bags and swollen in vain, he felt the malice of the whole world.

After this contact, Oster was basically sure that his ability could not be restored in a short period of time.

The successive situations made him very angry, and he was restricted to and limited to call the wool gold finger. As a traverser, he came here to enjoy a second life, and the result?

What kind of legion is the guardian of the legion, the revolutionary expedition, the will of the leader and the charge of fragments, and the opponents encountered are not good. This is the case with the garbage storm X in the previous life, and I know all day long that the difficulty of adding dungeons pits middle-aged and elderly players.

Oster sighed, isn't there such a simple model that a leashed animal can dominate the world?

After thinking about it, the present self is completely revealed, and he must be careful everywhere, otherwise, as Solarius said, one will be lost if he does not pay attention;

The only consolation is to join this beggar gang, so that I have a backer and don't have to experience the 360 ways to die of a waste wood farmer.

Although Skar and his gang are not simple, with guns, cannons, and many strongholds, they are just a group of beggars; Stealing, robbing, or even killing someone is the top one. No matter how big their ability is, can they still turn the tide?

Just as he was thinking, there was a whistle outside the door, and the helper was ordering all the departments to gather.

This is a command signal unique to the beggars, and it is blown out with a bone whistle hidden under the tongue. There are various syllables that can convey quite complex information, which is basically Morse code, similar to the chicken whistle of a bandit in a parallel world.

It was late afternoon, and I heard the sound of dense footsteps coming from all directions, mixed with the sound of horses' hooves and wheels running over. Oster came out of the house and saw a steady stream of men and horses coming from all over the place, gathering in the open field in front of the stronghold.

By the time the various divisions had assembled, it was already dark. In front of the stronghold gathered a large group of gangs and horses, lined up in an orderly and long line, all lit with torches, and could not see the edge at a glance;

Not to mention that there are hundreds of people, resisting long spears and short swords, the lineup is neat, ready to go. More than a dozen horse-drawn wagons were parked on the edge of the clearing, stuffed with engineering bombs and heavy firearms.

Oster was so shocked that his jaw couldn't close. Over the past few days, he had noticed that Scal was moving troops around. And because he was a new recruit, he was still busy with the communicator, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and thought that the gang was going to hold a big event such as a dinner festival;

At first, it seems that it may be more than just rice. What kind of planes, aren't they beggars!

Oster finally realizes that he has been caught up in a terrible situation that no ordinary farmer can cope with - is it too late to run?