How does an ordinary time-traveler affect a world?

There is no transcendent wisdom, the traces of the past have been erased by the changes of time and environment, and there is no deep understanding of the new world, and everything can be rewritten with the knowledge of the past world and self-righteous utopia?

Until there is a great power all over the world and completely different rules, it can only be an unrealistic, ridiculous dream.

In this way, it is humble.

Immerse, understand, master, until change.

The most solid road.

Penny pushed open the small door.

An even redder light dimmed his figure.

The situation in the courtyard surprised him a little.

It is said that when orcs ransacked human settlements, if they encountered resistance, they would kill all the people in the colony and pile up their severed heads into a pyramid.

In another world, this kind of thing is called 'Kyokan'.

In front of him is an astonishingly large Beijing Temple, which is densely packed with thousands of heads, and what makes him even more uncomfortable is that the surface of this Beijing Temple is obviously fixed with some kind of spell, as if covered with a thin film, and the expressions on those broken heads are more prominent under the reflective and monotonous membrane texture, showing an extreme cruelty and hideousness, so that Penny knows that it is not a sculpture at the first glance of seeing it.

Several tattered red robes draped over the landscape, and he looked up for a moment, and a low, hoarse voice came from his side, as if squeezed out of his throat: "How does it feel?"

Penny turned his head and saw that the man who spoke was at the door of the small house on the left, he was dressed in a somewhat shabby but very clean red robe, his tall body was dry and thin, and the wrinkles on his face were not young, but he could not tell which age he was.

The corners of his mouth sunken slightly, as if he were born to not smile, and when Penny's gaze moved up until he met the eyes, he was immediately shocked.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had penetrated into the body and shook all the nerves.

What a pair of eyes are they?

As indifferent as a stream in the mountains, as calm as a dead graveyard, between the slight movement of the eyes, but like the thunder rolling in the thunderclouds, and as if the undercurrent approaching the shore is about to turn into a huge wave, the huge spiritual oppression force will directly press the hearts of the people facing it into the abyss.

Penny actually stopped breathing for more than ten seconds.

After his adventures in the Northlands, Penny was no longer a man who had never seen a big scene, and in the abyss there was a god who showed him his might, but it was not as powerful as this pair of eyes.

Maybe the incarnation can't fully embody the power of the gods, but why does the tall and thin old man in front of him have such a majesty comparable to the power of the gods?

Penny swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva in quick succession, trying to calm himself down.

He already knew that the depth of the Red Robe Mage Guild was far deeper than he imagined, and he also knew that the inductor of the Red Robe could not be an ordinary person, but if a legendary mage appeared in front of him, this joke would be a bit big.

"You look nervous, and that's not good. The old mage walked slowly to Penny's side, "Today is a good day for you...... Oh no, it may not be a good day, but it is a very important time, our lives are already so heavy, how can you have the strength to move on?"

"I ...... I'm so sorry. Penny raised his hand and performed a salute towards the old mage, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the pair of terrifying eyes again, and suddenly his brain shook slightly, and the two psionic 'Thinking Shields' and 'Spiritual Barriers' popped out automatically, but they retracted again.

When Penny met the eyes again, he felt that the gaze was not so terrifying.

But he was still apprehensive, because he didn't know what was leaking from his mind under the pressure of that moment.

"Oh, what did I see? a peaceful but stubborn surname? a restrained but infinitely extended ambition to extend the possible surnames? a seemingly humble but actually haughty self-awareness? still with a confused identity? Yes, yes, it seems that I have been fortunate enough to have a special colleague, better than the same. The old mage was silent for a while, then nodded with a retrospective feeling: "Come here." ”

Penny secretly breathed a sigh of relief, followed the old mage to the inconspicuous room, and couldn't help but look back at the hideous face on the Jingguan.

"It was the worst battle in our history. The voice of the old mage came to his ears: "More than fifty mages, more than 400 Mulin warriors with more than 1,000 civilians were besieged by 30,000 orcs on the top of the mountain, the battle lasted for five days and five nights, when we recaptured the Ser Mountains, we found that the orc shaman used spells to leave us such a souvenir, our ancestors were very excited, and decided to keep it as a sacred place for worship, since then, the mages of Ser have worn red robes- This is because the mages who died in that battle ended up wearing pure red. ”

Penny nodded, of course he knew the Serds' fanatical worship of red, but when he heard the old mage's next words, he was surprised again:

"But it's useless to remember that history. ”

Penny glanced at the old man in astonishment, could a legendary mage have such a contemptuous attitude towards the history of the Mage Society, or was it the arrogance of the red-robed mage derived from the exuberant struggle in his heart?

"We may have belonged to the Imasca, or we may have betrayed them, if that claim is confirmed, but there is no doubt that we once belonged to Mulholland, but we also betrayed them, we have brought the orcs to attack Feren from a distant otherworld, and we have reclaimed this land from the alien race after more than a thousand years of hard fighting, but whether the past is glorious or not, whether it is worth recalling, these are the past, and we belong to us now. The old mage opened the door, and Penny followed him into the little room, which had no furnishings, except for a shelf with a few books, only a gloomy rune that calmed the heart.

He sat on the chair in the center under the guidance of the old man, and his mood entered an inexplicable ethereal state.

The old mage's voice continued to reach his ears: "The past is not important to the Red Robe Mage Society, because his traces have been deeply imprinted in our order, there is no need to be nostalgic, and there is no need for special remembrance, the important thing is that we still exist, and will continue to exist in the future."

Not...... You've pitted change and illusion, and you've thought of a third type of spell to get rid of?"

Penny hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind: "Prophecy, I will abandon the prophecy." ”

"Oh, what an unimaginable choice?" the old mage's tone was a little stunned, "Are you sure you don't need this kind of spell in the future?" are you willing to give up the ability to know everything? ”

"My lord, can you predict the future?"

"Uh...... Theoretically, yes. The old mage thought for a moment, and finally said, "Although few people do it. ”

"Then let my eyes guide my path, I'm used to it. Penny said lightly.

“...... All right. The old mage seemed stunned for a moment, and looked at Penny a few more times, before turning around, taking a book from the shelf, and flipped through it: "Oh...... Wait a minute, I'm taking over this job temporarily, I haven't used this set of things for a while, and it seems that the tattoo technique has improved a bit in recent years, and I need some time to get used to it. ”

"It doesn't matter. Penny forced a smile, and secretly complained to the uster, what kind of urgency did he have to deal with? Get a legendary mage to test his nerves?

"It stands to reason that you have to take an oath before joining the Mage Guild, but these oaths ......" The old mage stopped at a page of the book in his hand and frowned: "It's so old-fashioned." ”

Penny was speechless, although he was also in favor of abolishing formalism in his heart, but it was too naked to say it so directly.

Who the hell is this mage?" Penny recalled with a heartfelt memory, but he had always known very little about the existence of those at the highest level in the Mage Society, and after a period of time, he clearly understood that the legendary spellcasters in the Mage Guild were definitely much more than he imagined.

"What can restrain loyalty but profit and power, the oath on it is really empty and tasteless. So skip this paragraph, oh, dear apprentice, you have to rejoice, if that morovis kid were to preside over the ceremony, you would have read these disgusting things carefully and carefully several times. ”

Penny didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile and nod.

"But don't be too happy, apprentice, why do you want to be a red-robed mage?" the old mage asked suddenly.

"Guardian ......," Penny thought for a moment.

"Guard, grab, it's that simple? No, no, no, no, how can the colleagues who have been brought by my hand be so shallow, you should have a seed deep enough to be worthy of the red robe I have given you. The old mage frowned and shook his head.

"Deep seeds, stronger?" Penny asked, trying.

"Yes, only enough ** can drive us forward, right?"

"So what kind of ** is enough? to be a spellcaster as powerful as you?" Penny thought for a moment, Legendary Mage, it should be enough for NB.

"Strength? This thing is just a tool, and if you live for the sake of pure power, you might as well die. The mage shook his head, as if he was very disapproving: "All men seek power, but only to satisfy the deeper ** in their hearts, warriors seek power, in order to win the favor of those ridiculous big men in their eyes, in order to obtain vanity glory and power, orcs seek power, to crush their enemies to pieces, mages pursue wisdom, uh...... In a way, it's also a force that delves into the world, looking for ways to master or transcend it...... What about you? What are you going to do?"

"Mastery or transcendence, is it a great goal to become a god?" Penny frowned, daring to ask.

"Gods?" was exchanged for the old mage's dumb smile: "Those poor worms have great power, but they can't even control their own thoughts and lives, and they are firmly bound to the shackles of the rules, do you want to be that kind of thing?" I don't think you want to. ”

The implication is that even the gods are not in their eyes.

Penny stopped talking, he understood that the thoughts and strength of this old mage were far beyond his level, such a discussion was meaningless at all, and the huge gap between the worldview cognition and the width of his thoughts determined that he was as naïve as a child in front of this old mage.

Maybe you can still talk about it, but you can't say what enlightenment you can get.

But Penny was afraid of angering the unfathomable old man, so he hesitated.

"It seems that you already have an idea, but obviously you don't want to say it, if you don't say it, how can you get my approval?" The old mage looked at Penny's expression and suddenly smiled: "Until now, I have been very satisfied with your performance, I like this kind of conversation, at least I'm not wasting time on a pile of wood, am I?"

"Your Excellency. Penny stopped hesitating, he easily understood that there was no point in hiding it in front of the old mage, so he said respectfully, "As you said, knowing, mastering, changing, and transcending are probably all that a mage is all about. ”

"Yes, yes, you got to the point, that's good. An unprecedented smile appeared on the old mage's face: "So, you want to change?"

Penny nodded a little apprehensively.

"Well, it's better than chasing those boring things. Although it doesn't seem like you want to change much, but once you change a little bit, the rules of the world force you to change more things, and I feel like you're promising, because I feel enough stubbornness in you, or rather, ...... Tenacity. The old mage squinted his eyes and looked Penny up and down, and the young man suddenly felt that huge oppressive force had descended on him again: "I hope it will make you persevere." ”

Under the tremendous pressure, Penny felt a burning sensation on the top of his head, and at the same time as this burning sensation was generated, he saw countless black lines falling down in front of his eyes.

"Passionate, reverent, and sincere......" the old mage said in a solemn tone as his palm hovered above Penny's head.

Penny's face twisted unconsciously when he heard these three words, when did the red-robed mage become involved with these words? But while he was still considering whether to ask questions, he heard the old mage continue to say in that tone:

“...... It's all shit. ”

Penny was speechless.

The atmosphere was quieter, and Penny felt completely cooler above his head, and sighed in his heart that he had to make some kind of sacrifice if he wanted to fit into a world.

Then in the quiet room, only the old man's hoarse and mysterious chanting could be heard:

"Survival is like a great game, looking ahead, thinking deeply, those who are brave and enterprising take the lead, and those who are wise and calculating win the victory. ”

Penny's expression became serious, he felt that the old mage had sprinkled something on him, he smelled a bloody breath in his nose, it seemed to be the blood of some kind of magic beast, and the black apprentice's robe quickly changed color.

And the hoarse voice continued to linger in his ears until he left the hut that the red-robed mage might only enter once in his life:

"The will reigns with destiny, the authority reigns with ambition, and the red of the top of the Serre Hill walks with you. ”

He touched the top of his smooth head, the breeze blew the hem of the red robe, and a pair of eyes stared quietly at the sunset sky.

A blood-colored crimson.