The venom wyvern was taken away without a fight, and the dwarves' eyes on Allegri suddenly changed.

If it weren't for the fact that his stature was too tall for a dwarf, there would definitely be a dwarf girl shouting for a personal promise. Of course, it should be noted that in terms of the lifespan of dwarves, these little girls are at least fifty or sixty years old.

"Mr. Allegri is a wise magician, wise and great. "The dwarf Hoel, whose injuries had healed, was now leading Allegri through the admiring gaze of the dwarves, and the hottest of them all came to the goat knight Hoel beside him.

Illo and Dios set out early in the morning to explore the dragon's lair, unwilling to cross the mountains, but Allegri, who was too lazy to get up early, stayed behind, and the dwarf insisted on taking him around the village.

"It's just a fluke. Allegri wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and regretted a little that he didn't go with him, the dwarf was kind and enthusiastic.

"Really, you're so cool," Hoel mimicked Allegri's spell as they walked to the hillside next to the tribe grazing sheep, "Can you teach me?"

"It depends on your talent, magicians are very demanding of talent," Allegri explained, racking his brains to change the subject, and finally he found one, "Look, isn't that Babi? ”

"yes. The dwarf rushed over and beckoned, and the strong black goat, Babi, bleated with pleasure, and rolled one man and one sheep on the grassy slope.

Allegri breathed a sigh of relief, found a clean boulder, and lay down.

Spring has indisputably taken over the place, with shaggy green grass spreading between the mountains and hills, and new greens sprouting on dwarf trees and bushes, with lovely goose yellow colors, making this hillside warm and lively.

It was a sunny afternoon, the sun was warm, the breeze was slightly chilly, but it was the tenderness of spring in my bones. Allegri closed his eyes in such sunlight, a little sleepy, but he couldn't sleep. The frolicking of the dwarves and Babi nearby, the sound of the sheep kicking the horns, and the crisp sound of the hammer hitting the anvil in the distance of the dwarven village could be heard in the distance, like a peaceful ballad......

Slowly, he fell asleep.

It was an indescribable dream, and he sat in a familiar alley, with a few strangely dressed people chatting and laughing beside him, and a makeshift table in front of him was greasy, with various skewers and a few rare pale yellow drinks. He looked out of the alley, life was boiling, high-rise buildings were skyscrapers, steel monsters were roaring and galloping past, and the continuous buildings blocked the entire sky, he couldn't imagine any city with such prosperity and noise, but he knew that it really existed, but where was it?

He thought hard, and the partner next to him pulled him and ignored him, but the more he thought about it, the more painful it became, and he insisted on not stopping until he ...... Everything around him suddenly disappeared, shattering into countless points of light flying and flying, and in that distant sky, a slender and upright white tower stood tall and tall.

At the top of the tower, a huge eye that emitted a faint white light stared at him, and the pain grew stronger and stronger under that gaze.

"Who are you?" said a majestic shout in the air, an unmistakable feeling that Allegri couldn't resist.

"Ahh......h

"My student, be careful, the church has its sights on you. The last moment he woke up, the old voice of Hulsius faded in his mind.

The Tower of the White White, 9th floor.

The old priest's hands were loose on the crystal ball, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"It's a strange state," he said, gasping slightly, "very strange." ”

Beside him, a handsome and gloomy black-robed man stood solemnly waiting for his guidance.

"Hulsus was indeed there, he was attached to the soul of a young man. The old priest pondered, took out a white silk scarf and wiped the beads of sweat.

"It's not surprising, Archbishop," the black-robed man bowed slightly, "It's not uncommon for evil mages to take over other people's bodies, not to mention Herseus's deep knowledge of necromancy. ”

"No," the old priest smoothed the folds of his gold-embroidered white robes as if his blind eyes could see, "Herseus did not possess the soul of the young man, and the soul of the young man was the real strange......"

"The 'Holy Spirit' can see a person's deepest desires, I have seen palaces cast of gold, hegemony to unify the continent, and even countless naked beauties and rivers of blood for revenge...... But," his brow furrowed deeply, "but what is it to eat and drink strange food and drink with strange people at a strange stall, not to mention the ...... in the background?"

The black-robed man stood silent, this archbishop, who could see everything, was one of the most respectable people in the church, and his position was only below the pope. But after a long period of snooping at everything, some strange things are understandable.

"He is in a dwarven tribe on a plateau at the northern foot of the Dawn Mountains, his appearance is unknown, and he is supposed to be a fire magician. After thinking for a while, the archbishop shook his head and explained lightly.

Zhilu said. The black-robed man bowed in gratitude.

"What, are you going too?" the old man asked the black-robed young man with a smile, this was one of the juniors he admired very much.

"Yes. The black-robed young man nodded.

"If your father hadn't been too stubborn, I'd have let you come and learn magic from me instead of martial arts," the old man stood up and touched the young man's head lovingly, "Light needs shadows, but I don't want you to hunt down those evils, my grandson." ”

"We had to have bloody hands, but it was for the light. The young man smiled, lowered his head and let the old man touch him.

"We have to go as soon as possible. Allegri, pale, whispered to Illo and Dios, who were beside him. It's dinner time for the dwarves, and it's full of noise and singing and dancing, and they can whisper to their heart's content.

"The dwarves haven't made us a good weapon," Illo wondered, "that's our reward!"

"I think Illo is right," Dios said in a rare endorsement of the half-elf, "we need those gears. ”

"Okay......" Allegri fell silent, he didn't want to disobey the two partners, he could only frown and try to figure out the meaning of the dream. Without Herseus by his side to support him at all times, it is indeed very unaccustomed.

"Teacher Allegri, when are you going to teach me magic?" Suddenly Hoel's voice sounded in his ears, and the dwarf moved over.

"Don't call me teacher......" Allegri argued feebly.

Speaking of the teacher, Allegri suddenly remembered something, Teacher Herseus seemed to have said something to himself.

"Hoel, find me a quiet room. ”

Allegri remembered that Herseus had spoken of the book "Analysis of the Magic of the Nine Towers", which he had not yet read.

After all, it is so difficult to get a student to take the initiative to complete the homework assigned by the teacher.

(The first update, 25 collections)

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