Crossing the Green Cloak Forest and climbing over the Misty Mountains is obviously a shortcut compared to taking a long detour into the Wheat Plains. The only obstacles are Rhine, the golden lion, who may feel offended, and Claudius, the tyrant of fire, who may make a move.

Leaving the Tower of the Rock Mage, Eun Roslin is like a freed eagle, ready to spread its young wings called magic to fight the sky, and the four slave gladiators who are willing to follow him are even more eager to take a shortcut.

So, on a foal, she set out on a solo expedition to the Wheat Plains with four gladiators bought at the Colosseum, as well as a collection of survival tools and supplies.

Coming into contact with the orthodox meditation method circulating within the magician, Embarrassine modified it slightly when he had a reference, and the magical elements that could resonate became more, no longer limited to the main elements such as earth, water, fire, and wind, and his spiritual power no longer increased like a rocket, but became more profound, and went straight to the essence of the magical element.

Because of this, Embarrassment Lotlin learned all of the Rock Mage Tower's lower level 2 spells available to his apprentices, and although they were mainly based on plastic energy and earth-based spells, they could be borrowed and slightly modified to learn other main elemental spells.

Before his mental power was exhausted, he could throw out forty or fifty magic missiles with a shake of his hand, or a dozen rock blasts as powerful as grenades, completely different from known spell slot mages.

"Personally, I like the Blue Striped Mage, who uses mental power as mana, which is very much in line with the concept of firepower first. When necessary, the magicians of the South are small batteries on the battlefield to vent their firepower. ”

Walking through the woods, Eun Lothlin suddenly remembered the Five Fireball Mages and the corresponding tactics, and his love for the Blue Striped Mage was needless to say.

The two invisible servants who dispersed were the scouts and sentinels of this five-person team. They have a wider field of vision than ordinary people, and their sense of smell for danger is no less than that of bird hunting spiders with the ability to "predict".

It was precisely because of the wide reconnaissance range that Embarrassment Lotlin and the others calmly avoided the golden lion Rhine and the violent beasts active in the Green Cloak Forest, and it took a day to reach the Misty Mountains.

The dragon's roar was like thunder, echoing through the distant mountains. Even the goblin tribes attached to the red dragon Claudius, as well as the dragonborns such as wurms and kobolds, trembled under the majesty of the Flame Tyrant.

The Invisible Servants had withstood the impact of the dragon's roar a few times before collapsing on the spot. Grace Lotlin's unusually tenacious mental power tentacles finally came in handy, and he was able to detect danger in advance every time, and led his four gladiators to escape from danger repeatedly.

Running east-west, across the southern tip of the middle of the New World, the Misty Mountains rely on the protection of the legendary creature of the red dragon Claudius, not only the spiritual, intelligent and violent creatures recuperate here, reproduce and expand the basic plate of the race, but even the descendants of the old gods who are tired of fighting, and the lost temple sacrifices also find inner peace here.

During the passage of the Misty Mountains, with his keen mental power, he discovered many secret realms where people lived in seclusion, and became aware of the identity of the owner of the secret realm.

Fortunately, both sides have scruples about clashes and even fights. After a little contact with each other, the hermits who occupied the territory let go of the road and let the people of Ron Lotlin pass through.

"Two old aristocrats living in seclusion, I don't know how old they are. The gods fell into a deep sleep, the source of faith was almost depleted, and a very lost temple was sacrificed. A descendant of the union of the Spring Elves with humans, a natural user of the water element. With a little guidance, you can definitely become a magician. Unfortunately, her temper and personality are too peaceful, and she is not a half-elf who grew up in battle. ”

After a series of encounters, Grace Lothlin and his gladiator slaves finally crossed the Misty Mountains and became the first noble sorcerer of the South to enter the Wheat Plains, and as a member of the expeditionary force, he began to crusade against any demon or depraved demon worshippers who dared to appear in his sight.

On the edge of the Wheat Plain, the villages that collapsed in the earthquake are in ruins, and the farmers who survived have nowhere to go but to survive on the grain they collect and the wild vegetables they pick.

Most of the crops in the fields have been destroyed, and this year we will definitely go hungry. However, the Baiozantium, which collected tithes, has been completely destroyed, and the old men who pressed on their heads are gone, and after saving this food tax, they can definitely get through by tightening their belts.

By next spring, the messy farmland will probably be healed by the ubiquitous power of nature, and it will be time to clean up and sow precious seeds.

It is a pity that the farmers have the best wishes for the future life, looking forward to the time passing quickly, but they did not expect that bad luck will come one after another.

The herd action of the hyenas still roam the vicinity of their lair, and the fallen demon worshippers are like whipped hounds, constantly sweeping the surrounding area, reaching the edge of the Wheat Plains with their tentacles, and beginning to try to break through the invisible barriers and expand their power further.

Villages inhabited by indigenous people, even if they are in ruins, as long as there is a living mouth, they can harvest flesh and blood, and even precious souls.

Possessing these fine materials, whether used to perform demonic pollution rituals or crafted into a universal currency such as soul crystals, can bring certain benefits to the Fallen, and no one will refuse except the victims.

The ruined village discovered by the dusty Ron Loslin and his party happened to be attacked by a group of demon worshippers.

The first of them is the Black Knight who has completely fallen by absorbing the power of demons, and the Demon Warlock who has smeared his body with demonic blood to complete the transformation, and the rest are all murderous and aggressive degenerates, with dark skin like little devils.

As her spiritual tentacles swept over the ruined village, she knew that the Fallen had joined forces to attack a rock-made hut containing all the remaining villagers of the village after the cataclysm.

Comparing the strength of the two sides, Ron Loslin admitted that he was slightly inferior, and immediately commanded his slave gladiators to begin laying hidden traps.

The two sharpened iron bars are bent in half to make sure that there is always a spike pointing upwards when thrown on the ground. A knee-deep hole, with sharp iron sticks stuck at the bottom, does not seek to kill the enemy, as long as it can severely damage the prey.

The four slaves sprinkled hundreds or thousands of thistles to improvise a barrier to prevent the enemy, and then began to dig pits, insert lots, lay grass, and camouflage, and quickly dig dozens of pits, according to the instructions of Ron Lotlin, the distance between the front and the back and the left and right was different to ensure that there was no pattern to follow.

When he was ready, Embarrence Roslin made the foal stand up, flipped over and took advantage of his height to catch a glimpse of an excited Fallen, with a bronze ring on his right index finger, pointing towards it, and reciting a syllable in his mouth, and a magic missile was ready.

"Die!"

The white magic missile shot towards its locked target, breaking through the air like a Colt M2000 equipped with a silencer, hitting the prey in the back of the heart just as he reacted.

The power of the magic missile is comparable to that of the Type 67 wooden-handled grenade, killing the degenerate who is stronger than ordinary people on the spot, and the stinky fragments of flesh and blood are splashed in all directions, and they fall on the accomplices around them one after another, like a light rain.

Instead of withdrawing his finger, Losslin grinned, "Dirty spark!"

The Fallen who were attacking the Rock Lodge were stimulated by the scene in front of them, and their bloodshot eyes glanced around, especially the Demon Warlock with cracks in his skin, and soon discovered that he was suspected of being the mastermind.

"Magician!"

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