"He did it!"

There was a moment of vibration, and several souls suspended in the aetheric interface outside the laboratory felt a strong suction, and then a long period of dizziness, and they woke up again, realizing that they had returned to their bodies, and Serra and Arnell looked at each other, their eyes full of ecstasy.

For a while, I could only repeat: "He did it! He really did it!"

A small mage apprentice who overthrows a quasi-legendary monster that has lived for nearly four thousand years!

"There's no time, get out of here. The door to the laboratory was slammed open, and a middle-aged man with brown hair in his forties and fifties walked in and spoke.

"Are you Elder Ocruz?" said Serra, "Where is Mr. Sean?"

"Let's go to the top floor and look for him. O'Cruz, who has a strong control over the soul and was able to delay his return to his body a little, saw Penny stumble out of the lab at the end, and had a brief exchange: "He went to the main control core to turn on the self-destruct system. ”

"Let's go too. ”

Several people left the small room at a brisk pace and ran up the floor.

......

The sharp pain of tearing, sandwiched with the impact of completely confusing thinking.

This pain, Sagba Pascal has forgotten for nearly 4,000 years!

The claws of the 'rat' easily pierced through the layers of magic barriers, breaking his soul connection runes, this attack made his soul almost split into several pieces, and the link with the magic web encountered a strong shock, most of the spell bits and the magic effect maintained immediately fell into interruption, and this pain has been accompanied by him from dizziness to consciousness, unconsciously drifting back to the old body that has been lost for thousands of years, waking up again, but feeling that the connection with the body and the magic web has been cut off by a strange and familiar consciousness.

"It's you! I discarded emotional garbage! Get out of the way!" Sagba Pascal looked at the spirit, his heart full of uncontrollable anger: "I'm going to kill that kid!"

"It's sad...... the spirit sighed, "Emotional garbage, you still don't know what you've lost......"

"What did I lose? You should thank me, or you pathetic piece of waste would never have appeared, and now you're in the way?!"

"Waste?tragedy...... Forget it...... the spirit sighed again, "And what are you here for?"

"I'm ......" The Mechanic immediately stammered, this question had just caused him to be emotionally disturbed.

"Look, you're more pathetic than I am, you don't even know why you're alive" The spirit sighed a third time, "I remember philosophers calling this being the walking dead, oh no, it's a tragedy that you have abandoned your flesh and blood." ”

"Shut up! Shut up!" the Mechanic's soul throbbed a few times, and he roared in annoyance, "Something in the way, don't ask such nonsense questions!"

He frantically pounded the spirit body that suppressed him, but the soul that had been hit hard was extremely weak, and several impacts were in vain, and he could only listen to the other party's slightly sarcastic voice:

"Exploring the meaning of existence has become a mess of questions?" It seems that you still don't wake up...... "The spirit gradually dispersed, approaching the suppressed soul body: "What you have been discarding all along, is yourself......"

A large number of memories of the past enter the main body of Sagba Pascal's soul, a moment, all kinds of familiar images, a passing time.

The small town of childhood, the capital of the empire, the glorious palace, the burning sky, the final dissipation and silence......

Scene by scene flowed through the Mechanic's consciousness, all obstacles in front of his soul dissipated, and he opened his slightly dazed eyes, and two lines of cloudy liquid flowed from his dry cheeks.

The shaking of the ground continued to intensify, and the turbulence of energy burst out from the spatial rifts that kept appearing, and the collapse of the half-plane began.

......

Penny's fingers left the center of the self-destruct device, he stood up straight and walked to the teleportation array on the other side, seeing that the paladins, witches, elders, and bards inside were ready, he stood inside, and activated the mana hidden in it, and another burst of bright light flooded the vision, and they appeared in the elder's dwelling that had been reduced to ruins, reminiscing about the thrill of only three days, looking at each other's embarrassment, and a sense of happiness for the rest of their lives.

"Phew, this is an epic saga. Arnell's face changed for a while, and he suddenly laughed happily: "If I make up a poem and sing it, I will immediately become famous! You know? A little low-level mage fought wits and courage with an ancient monster, and finally won the victory! Those brave dragon quests who have been sung for thousands of years to save the princess are all scum compared to this!"

"You can still write poetry?" Penny glared at Arnell suspiciously.

"Don't forget I'm a bard, it's my job. The bard smiled proudly: "I have a good mouthful of poetry." ”

"Oh, oh, disrespectful. Penny nodded disrespectfully, "I always thought your profession was just a silver stick and a thief. ”

"That's the attitude you have!" the bard glared at the careless mage, "You know you're the protagonist of the story!

"I've never seen myself as a protagonist. Penny pursed his lips, but saw that Serra looked at him a few times, as if he had something to say, and the pilgrim blinked.

"Mr. Sean, I want to thank you for saving my life. Serra said with a red face.

"I'm just saving my life. ”

"No, you have another option entirely. "We are the ones who put you in more danger, especially my reckless ......"

"It's none of your business. Penny smiled, "No one is born to take risks. ”

"Indeed, I am far from being a qualified Hand of Tyr, and I still need to continue to learn. Seragrofia said solemnly, "Mr. Sean is our role model and role model. ”

"Me?" Penny's face twitched weirdly.

"Of course, your wisdom, your courage and your noble character. ”

"Don't mention it......" Receiving this praise, Penny felt that the lower layers of the epidermis of his face had produced an extremely high temperature, and quickly waved his hand awkwardly.

"Anyway, I'll never forget this experience. Serra assured with a solemn expression, "I will definitely repay you." ”

"The Witches will remember your kindness, Mr. Sean. The sorceress Salriffin saluted Penny, and the elder Ocrus stroked his beard and smiled, and Penny had time to look closely at the old man, who had been hearing his voice but not seeing him—a simple gray robe, with long brown hair and bearded vines tangled around his neck, like a common forest savage, but a pair of blue eyes were very wise, and it seemed that he had not lived many years in vain, and he looked at Penny kindly:

"Young man, thank you for saving my life and continuing to contribute to the lives of Lesselman. ”

"I'll talk about that later. Penny sensed that the flesh of these people had a tendency to gradually thunder, and quickly coughed: "We still have business to do, don't forget that the villagers at the sentry are still under the attack of the trolls." ”

"Yes, Elder. The sorceress Sallyfin's face changed, and suddenly there was a noisy roar all around, and a large number of trolls appeared around several people.

Penny, Serra, and Arnell changed color one after another, and at this time, they were actually besieged by trolls!

The elder stepped forward, took out a staff studded with a dirty emerald, raised it and raised it, and the group of trolls suddenly stopped howling and became silent, except for Ocrus, who shouted a few giant words, and the trolls immediately bowed to the staff, and then dispersed.

A group of people were dumbfounded, especially Penny, who saw that the elder could actually make a troll worship, and suddenly thought of the magical aura of a certain species of turtle.

"There's a forest troll ancestor's soul imprisoned. Okrus wiped the emerald on the top of his staff and frowned, "They are not very intelligent and have an innate instinct for this gem, but strangely, I remember that there were not so many trolls nearby." ”

"Your wisdom is incomparable, but please think about it again later. The sorceress Salriffin complimented him convincingly, but the next sentence betrayed his anxiety: "Let's hurry back to the sentry." ”

Hurried back to the Madir outpost, which was already dilapidated and filled with smoke, and it seemed that after a fierce battle, the trolls seemed to have just withdrawn, and some warriors on the walls were resting on the ground.

However, there were more acquaintances on the city wall, these people were equipped with silver-armored swords, different from the rambling of the berserkers, although they were exhausted and stained with blood, but the posture of rest was a serious posture of sitting, and their eyes lit up when they saw the people under the city walls.

Penny's eyes narrowed, recognizing the Tyr Paladins who had come with Serra, and it seemed that they had finally found the place.

When Serra saw them, her steps slowed hesitantly.

Camacho walked down the city wall and issued a solemn reprimand: "Serra, trainee samurai, you disobeyed the order and acted privately, and we have been looking for you for three whole days. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm willing to accept the punishment. Serra stepped forward and bowed.

"I'll punish you as appropriate, but tell me what you did. After Camacho finished speaking, his expression softened: "It's great that you're safe." ”

"Captain......" Seeing that several of the paladins who had come with her all looked at each other with this comforting expression, Serra's eyes turned red with emotion.

"Elder, Witch, you're finally back. The embarrassed berserkers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the return of the Lord's heart, and then eagerly asked, "Have you found a way?"

The villagers in the sentry also came out, and they all looked at the returning people with expectant eyes.

Facing such a series of eyes, Sally Fen breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hands and said loudly:

"Don't worry, everyone, we've solved the problem, and the trolls won't come to intrude again!"

The soldiers and residents in the sentry cheered excitedly, and the sound shook the woods outside the sentry, and a few cold birds flew out.

......

Although it was just after the catastrophe, there were heavy casualties in the sentry posts, and there were still many remaining problems, but the northerners sharpened their resolute and optimistic character in the icy and snowy world, and solved the problem of trolls, which was of course a matter of celebration in their hearts。

However, in the process of celebrating, a group of people transferred the credit to Penny without a trace, and the berserkers looked at Penny's thin body, and it was not difficult to perceive that he was actually the weakest one, but seeing that the other people were all determined, they all toasted to Penny with a stomach of suspicion to express their gratitude, among which the holy warrior Camacho also thanked Penny with a wine cup:

"Thank you, I thought the bard's friend would be an unreliable guy too, and I heard that you were the ones who desperately kept Serra safe. ”

"She thinks too highly of me. Penny smiled modestly, he wasn't used to being the center of attention, and he didn't drink much, and after a few glasses of Northland spirits, he was already feeling a little dizzy.

The group of berserkers drank too much, and suddenly remembered several of their companions who had died in the past few days, and grievedly at the witch and the elder:

"Witch Lord, we must ask Mushantil for an explanation, why? We have sent so many messengers, why can't we ask for the slightest reinforcement, even if we send some men to protect the villagers and move them to safety?"

"Yes, two adults! we must ask for an explanation!" a group of berserkers shouted as they remembered the predicament of half a month.

The witch and the elder sighed at each other, this is indeed a matter that needs to be solved urgently, because this is related to the prestige of the Lethman Witch Society among the people of the Northlands, and this trip to Mushantil is not impossible.

"The number of trolls in this area is a bit strange, and I am afraid that my cane will not be able to cope with it, so in a few days I will simply move all the villagers to the vicinity of Mushantil. Just go and see what happened to the sixth Oslow. The elder advised, and the witch nodded, and the matter was settled.

Night falls quickly in the Northlands.