The sun was setting in the west, and the caravan was resuming.

Allegri stayed in the middle of the procession with Mendel, riding on a Bactrian camel, while the men of the caravan laughed and talked about something.

The journey in the desert was boring and tedious, and there were few jokes to relieve boredom, so Allegri could only shake his head in anguish, ignoring those who talked about the streakers.

"Teacher," Allegri cried out in his head, "do you have a way to think of it?"

After some rest, the pain in his body was almost gone, but his magic power was still only a pitiful amount, about the same as the storage of a magic apprentice.

And, no matter how much he meditated, he didn't add the slightest. If he used to meditate like a clear spring slowly condensing in a wetland, now it has become a desert, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't find the slightest bit of water.

"What a noise," Herseus snorted impatiently, "have you figured out where this is?"

"Uh", Allegri glared, "if I asked directly, would I show my feet, after all, they all thought I was a shipwreck in the desert." ”

"Won't you?" Herseus looked rather agitated, "If I can get back to my magic tower as soon as possible, maybe there will be some way." ”

Allegri looked around, trying to find a trick up his sleeve with a not-so-clever fellow.

Suddenly, there was a tap on his shoulder, and Cyrell rode up on a horned horse peculiar to the desert, snorting, "So you're hiding here." ”

Allegri was so excited that he subconsciously dodged away.

"What for?" he said, looking at Cyrell warily.

Syyl wore a well-fitting light leather armor that outlined graceful curves, which was very annoying. Allegri, however, was like seeing a poisonous snake.

He subconsciously glanced at the two short scimitars stuck diagonally at her waist, her personality was so flamboyant, but no one dared to mess with her in a caravan full of men, either with a fearful background or with a terrifying strength.

"Yo, where are you looking?" said Cyrell, twisting her waist deliberately, smiling, and patting her horse away. "I'll come back to you in the evening, my little boy. ”

"This girl is good, are you interested?" said Allegri's mind, and Herseus licked his lips intently.

"Put away your saliva, please have a bit of the demeanor of a senior master. Allegri snorted.

"You kind of chick knows how to be hairy, and this kind of chick has taste," Herseus dismissed, "This is a valuable experience in my life." ”

"Yo, could it be that your old man was still a little girl who wandered through the flowers?" Allegri laughed.

"To tell you the truth, back then, your teacher and I were also famous in the Fengyue Realm," Herseus snorted and remembered, "handsome and powerful, I don't know how many beautiful girls have fallen under my magic robes. ”

"Don't blow it, you don't look as good as me. Allegri didn't believe it at all.

"Cut, when I'm your age, I've already advanced to the rank of Grand Magician," Herseus smirked, "There is no one before me, and there should be no one after me, at least you have no chance." ”

"Twenty-something archmage?" Allegri was a little stunned, "who are you coaxing?"

"Hehe, the old man's amazing talent is beyond your expectation as a rat," Herseus snorted, "and even the saints of the Church of Light were impressed by my demeanor. ”

"Didn't you burn all the dresses?" Allegri asked him, dumbfounded.

"That's why love is born from hate, and a freak love that ends without a problem," Herseus looked back with an unbearable face, "You can't go up or not, or I'll teach you a few hands." ”

"Forget it," Allegri shook his head, "let's find a way to restore my strength first." ”

"I've been doing it for so long," Herseus said indignantly, "and I've inspired you in vain." ”

"Teacher, why do I always feel that I have signed a contract with a devil and always tempt me to sin?"

"Hehe, that's what the Church of Light calls me. ”

"Uncle Mendel, where is the caravan going?" Allegri asked, pretending to be casual as he caught up with Mendel.

"Yes, I haven't asked you where you're going," Mendel laughed, "we're going to the city of Kutu, where are you going?"

"Shun, Shun, I'm sorry Uncle Mendel. Allegri nodded repeatedly, in fact, he didn't know where "Kutu City" was, but he couldn't say that the destination was the Iron Wall of the Snowton Empire.

"Kutu City?" Herseus wondered, "I don't remember at all." ”

"I seem to have some impressions," muttered Allegri, who had read a great deal of books in Nacini's study in his spare time, especially geography and encyclopedias. Finally, he patted his head, "I'll rub, teacher, you're flying fast enough!"

"What's wrong?" Herseus was puzzled.

"Do you know anything about the San Setstian Empire?" Allegri asked.

"I don't know what to say, but I know Seterstian, a good young man with ideals. Herseus mused.

Allegri was speechless for a moment.

"Well, this empire was created by this guy, and it is now one of the three great powers of the Holy Alliance," Allegri added, "The city of Kutu is the largest commercial city in the southeast of the San Setstian Empire—"

"I didn't expect Sethian to become religious, the world is unpredictable...... Well, you go on. ”

"—and the largest city on the southeastern edge of the entire continent. ”

"So what?"

"So you can really fly, half a day to fly my way back for half a year!" Allegri gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to fly for a while, I will explore the New World Realm." ”

"It's the first time I've used the 'Final Fire' as fuel...... Inevitably, some can't be controlled. ”

"Teacher, I have a question for you. ”

"Put. ”

"Do you think it's better to go back and cross the continent's first desert to reach the Highlands, across the Dawn Mountains, and through the Forest of Whispers to the Snowton Empire, or do I pass through the two great powers of the Holy Alliance, pass through the Necromantic Wilderness, and reach the Iron Wall Pass from the Fortress of Sorrow?" Allegri asked feebly.

"Mind you, you can't cross the Dawn Mountains, and that's a struggle for legendary magicians......"

"Thank you for the reminder," Allegri sighed, "so I'll have to choose the second one." ”

"Let me remind you that in a few days, your wanted notices will be plastered all over the streets of the Holy Alliance, and countless hunters will be looking for you all over the world......

"Thank you, teacher," Allegri hung his head a little dejectedly, "should I directly cut myself to thank Cangsheng." ”

"As the soul of the Nilbergen Soul Box, I must remind you of one thing," Herseus suddenly laughed, "a small gift from a certain prince is still there waiting for you to use." ”

"What gift?" Allegri's eyes slowly lit up, "Oh, you mean—"

"Mask of trickery. ”

(The first update, to describe the current situation, it will inevitably be a little boring)

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