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"Do you think he can be trusted, can you call him a companion?"

Or maybe this hesitation was a little too long, so a moment later, someone asked a question,

It was the old man on the right hand who spoke, he had a slender face, his forehead protruded, his eye sockets slightly inverted as if he had been drained of all his body by some kind of pain, and under his drooping eyelids, he only occasionally raised his gaze, glanced around, and then closed it slightly. (Like this book, please collect biquge.info) but even if it is only an instantaneous opening and closing, it is enough to shock people's hearts One by one, the pupils under the eyelids flashed with holy light, but there was no color, it seemed that they were not human eyes, but two transparent crystals that could not help but emit a glimmer!

"Yes. He is a credible companion. The paladin replied respectfully.

"That's fine, Lord Elena. ”

The old man known as Maxwell raised his head and smiled kindly: "I think that in the next period of time, you can spend a little more time with this companion, and make more contact with this young man who deserves attention, to see if you can make him our companion, of course, not necessarily to join us, but if you let him become a believer in my Lord, I think it will be a very helpful thing to spread the glory of my Lord." ”

"Yes. The expression on the paladin's face changed between confusion, joy and confusion, but in the end she simply responded.

"Well, you can leave, the temple will not give you a special mission for some time now, you can do whatever you want, or you can spend it as a semi-free vacation. ”

"Letting Elena carry out this task seems to be a bit beyond her ability, and although she has excellent talent as the Chosen One, her lack of experience may lead to failure...... Do we need to send another person with plenty of experience in worldly affairs to make sure we don't go wrong?"

The figure of the paladin disappeared behind the door, and the person sitting on the left hand side spoke.

The low and hoarse voice made him stand out from the rest. Well, if the only edges and corners left in that voice were half-broken, it should be her.

But no one could see her face clearly, only to notice the myriad faint runes on her slightly sloppy back, and the myriad of vague runes outlined with metal threads on the somewhat strange-looking burqa. Then the color of the air was also a flaming red, as if burning, and a hazy red mist appeared, which was outwardly far from that of the priests.

"Don't worry, because it's not a task, my old friend. It was just an insurance policy, and it seemed that Elena also needed a relatively easy time to relieve her mental fatigue, and several adventures in a row had made her too nervous. High Priest Maxwell returned his gaze to the piece of paper in front of him: "He doesn't look threatening. There is also no questionable part in the action. We don't need to doubt the Father's will too much about this, but we only monitor the evil that may arise around him, but it does not mean that he is evil itself, so excessive power will lead to failure. There's no need to speculate. ”

"What does appearance mean? It's because he's so normal that I feel weird... How could a mercenary-turned-commoner be so oblivious to such a thing?and, according to the report of Jude the Dawn the Dawn who had returned from the land of Xifengyi, the man named Edward had expressed an unwarranted distrust of any god. His previous actions were also fruitless. ”

The lady in the red mist let out a grunt of dissatisfaction, and the volume gradually increased: "What is even more disturbing is that, according to Jude, the village from which this man came from has been destroyed not long ago by a strange and sudden outbreak of demonic turmoil. ”

"What do you suspect someone is trying to hide?"

"I just think this guy is a little too deliberate. Have you noticed that in this incident, intentionally or unintentionally, he guided the whole course of the incident?" The lady said: "We know very little about the origin of this mercenary, it is very vague, especially since he became an apprentice of the Magic Academy in less than a month after he left his original place of residence, and he is the chief apprentice, but according to Gloria, this person does not have strong magical abilities, and most of the magic he casts in that battle is done by scrolls or props. But there seems to be a three-ring, a four-ring scroll in it. How could a mercenary from the Western Frontier have such a family for him to squander? If it was given to him by those mages, how could there be no reason?"

"You're overly sensitive, my friend, if there's a problem with this, then why hasn't the Academy of Magic sent anyone other than him to meddle in this matter?" the High Priest remained silent, as if he had long been accustomed to his companion's, and his original mission seemed to be the same as Elena's report, to contact the Faun Division, the Isa Ghost", Nilton, from this point of view, there should not be much of a lie in what he said. It's just a coincidence. ”

"This person's affairs are not important, what matters is royal power. The blind old man spoke at this time, and a certain word mentioned in it made everyone's faces grim: "I think you all already know the strange magic sign that erupted nearby some time ago." Our God's metaphor for this is that the two are closely related. ”

He paused, and continued, seemingly unconcerned, "But how much do you each know about this thing called kingship?"

"I don't know a lot. ”

The lady in red spoke. Her affection always seemed to be in a negative state, even if her voice was not high, it was just as contemptuous, angry: "This staff was made before the magic war, by the combined efforts of twelve lichs whose strength was comparable to that of a demigod. The power is so strong that it can almost have an impact on ordinary gods, so it will be destroyed by several of the most powerful gods in the world. Although only fragments are left now, this kind of magician-made zuò thing is always a real headache, and some fools will inevitably make things extremely troublesome, so it's best to solve it quickly. ”

"My friend, I'm afraid it's not that simple. As far as I know, it was the ancient golden elves who forged this staff. But in the ten thousand years that followed, it was distorted by the forces of evil. It became an extremely powerful evil artifact. The blind old man spoke slowly, his voice gentle: "At present, all the information about this elven artifact has been collected bit by bit from ancient history. It is said that a long time ago, more than 20,000 years, it was almost an era beyond the reach of human memory, when the kingdom on earth was still a primitive village constructed by savage humans, the main body of this staff had been forged by an elven mage with amazing power, and this mage attached the highest achievement of elven magic to it, not only a powerful spell-casting weapon, but also a carrier of a large number of spell materials of the elven race. ”

"You mean, there's some kind of secret of elven magic in there?" Red Cloud covered her face in the hood, but judging from the sound was enough, she was already shocked, "But ......"

The elven civilization is far older than humans, and according to legend, their research on the rules of this world is far beyond that of any species, even those dragons who have a longer lifespan are also in this place because of their loose character, and the human magic system is based on elves as teachers, and gradually integrates with other departments and develops.

Therefore, the power of an ancient elf relic may be far greater than that of the ancient magic empire

The old man's eyesless eyes finally opened, and the glimmer of light in the two rounds of pale orbs did not become stronger, but if the eyes touched them, the light would be bright, and finally as dazzling as the sun!

It was the light in the spirit, the pure light.

The light only lasted for a moment, and the next moment, he had lowered his eyes, letting the light dissipate into invisibility, slowly opening.

"The gods have destroyed this staff, broken it, shattered it, but for some reason, those fragments remained, but each piece of them would have a very drastic effect on the world, so we must seal it again, and cut it off in the bud. ”

"If the seal is the participation of my god, I can't imagine that an item that has lost its owner and is scattered into more than eight points still has the power to break the seal of the god, and it is also the most powerful god......"

"God only in the world. We mortals have no way to figure it out, and we don't need to imagine it, we just have to obey it. Maxwell interrupted the two companions, "Whatever its origin, once a legendary and powerful artifact, it is now a disturbing source, and the news of its reappearance will surely attract the attention of everyone, whether it is a power-hungry mage, an evil organization, or a fellow with ulterior motives, their eyes are already on this thing." Therefore, the safest way is to let it reattach itself to history. ”

Theocracy, theocracy" isn't this meowing completely submerged in history

In the last era, magic flourished to a very high level, but with the destruction of the ancient magic kingdom, the extinction of civilization was also done very well, and there was some special and truly valuable information about that era, most of which were "said", "heard", and "rumored".

However, it was not completely wiped out, at least Edward's day of wandering around the library was a bit rewarding.

For example, of the two books now in front of him, one of them was about Alexan Mithron, and the other was about the great magician. The Life of Otneyril,

A lot of ink is used to describe the mural called "Paradise". Compared with the rigid and disproportionate paintings on the mainland, this "paradise" does have a lot of special features, and it rarely adopts a realistic approach...... But for Edward, what he really cared about was the man at the center of the painting

It was the villain's enemy in the painting, a legendary lich who had been knocked to the ground, and the legendary Celestial Apostle stepped on him, spread his wings, and stabbed his sword into his heart, while the lich was making a final stand...... The staff in his hand condensed countless undead, ready to unleash a near-death blow!

Spells above the Nine Rings have disappeared since the Magic War, and it is only in legends that the once earth-shattering arcane power can be seen. Relying on the power of these powerful arts, the great arcanists and mage monarchs of the past were able to easily change the world, recreate mountains and rivers, fill in the oceans, and even permanently change the climate conditions of a region, and even "killing gods" was not impossible in the eyes of those who existed.

Unfortunately, this is not a book made of magic, and there is no copy of the painting on it, only some drawings drawn from the lines of the mural, and a copy of the color drawing.

And this little bit of information alone would not allow Edward to deduce any useful information.

He could only be further sure that this staff, known as the King's Authority, was definitely a terrible treasure.

Of course, this is not the final result, presumably there should be more information among the more secretive materials of the divisions, but unfortunately, it is obvious that if you want to check those, Edward's level is still too far behind.

Since you can't do it yourself, it's naturally best to ask others... But the problem is that the person who can get this kind of information knows on his knees that it cannot be an ordinary student, and in this huge college, he Edward is not a single person who does not know even the group of classmates who have been quite estranged from the beginning. Not to mention that this kind of information is basically in the hands of that group of teachers.

If he were to beg the old dwarf, he might have doubted his relationship with this thing...... It's too dangerous.

Edward rubbed his head, the sheer size of the academy and the scarcity of its numbers made him only try a dozen or so times in the past three days, and six or seven of them were just two cold glances.

"I don't know!" "I haven't seen it!" "You don't understand the price of asking questions?" "Ni Song Kai!"

The rest of the answers were different, but there was only one result...... In this space, everyone seems to be the same indifference, if it weren't for the color of the robe, it would be difficult to tell the difference, and in the eyes that observe everything as if they were dead, there is no warmth to help each other.

Why don't you go find a few people who are familiar with the academy, or simply go back to the city to contact the old fat man?, although the network of half-elves is not dense, but at least it is better than being at a loss like yourself...... As for whether or not to get too close to the cunning guy, the question pales in the face of the temptation of the spellcasting ability.

Edward was a little at a loss.

The weaver's cage, the rainbow dragon king's scepter, the sneer of the undead, these are only temporary or partial names of the scepter......

Edward couldn't help but take a breath...... Even though he didn't know much about magical items, he had heard of these names...... All of them are illustrious words buried in those epics, each of which has given rise to a paragraph, if not several, of bizarre legends.

What if it's not a homegrown musket, but a regular submachine gun, or a machine gun?

Unable to withstand the rain of bullets head-on. But there are still workarounds. There's a magic called Vaporization, which can turn you into a thick fog, there's a magic called Hazy that makes people unable to be targeted, and there's a magic called Flashing that can put a person's human body into another interface with your consciousness, and even if you don't consider these simple defense methods, there is still too much magic to deal with guns, such as summoning a monster in front of you that is thick or covered in slime, and you can easily use it as a meat shield. Words of further action. You can also swap monsters for portals. Then the bullet will not know where to fly and will be wasted. It can even point the exit of the portal at the shooter, leaving the shooter to suffer the consequences.

You must know that on the battlefield, a distance of 100 meters is definitely not safe, not to mention that the bow and arrow troops are far more lethal than the muskets, and the firing is faster, even in terms of original application, it is impossible to implement the knight charge here as in the original design, not only a tin protector, the magic energy is enough to make those lead shot bullets into a large-scale magic or magic, enough to kill this small, extremely obstructive team.

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(To be continued)

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