"You sleep in the side room in the west?" Farmer Dema spoke. He pointed to the direction in the west.

"Okay, thank you!" Loki was very polite.

After arranging the accommodation, the farmer Dema went to bed. He did not invite Rocky to the balcony. While enjoying the night view, he tasted his homemade iced wheat beer, which surprised Rocky.

"Maybe Dema is old and doesn't like to drink beer. Maybe he can't brew it." Loki has always been curious. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through a lot of hard work to come to the Yundar Grassland. (Run the map)

The side room of the farm seems to be specially provided for visitors. It is quite neat, solid small wooden bed, thick and soft brown mattress, and a wooden wardrobe with a map of Yundal sheepskin, with a rich nostalgic style.

After Loki finished washing up, he did not forget to place his treasure, the "Hammer of Creator" before going to bed. Otherwise, it would be easy to get hurt when he turned over.

"Puff!" extinguished the oil lamp, and the "Creator's Hammer" shone. It is about 20 cm, and the whole body exudes a color. There is no functional gem inlaid on it. Loki does not like the gorgeous appearance. Its material is neither gold nor silver, but is cast with the highest orange magic ice crystal. The process of finding the material is too "cruel" and Loki does not want to recall...

A very light "artifact". Soul binding is even more impossible for anyone to change. Loki will quietly take it out and appreciate it every night. Or "show off".

Since there is no "enchantment" in the primitive grassland, other mages can see it with crystal balls. The premise is that their cultivation must be close to Loki... There is another terrible thing, that is, the rebels can also come to Yundal. The possibility is almost zero, unless it has been excluded by Loki.

Loki fell asleep very quickly, and it seems that hundreds of years have not been in vain. He has developed good habits.

In a deep dormant state, the mage's soul can freely shuttle. In addition to the world of dead people, there is a country of undead that has gone but no return...

At this moment, the rebels were negotiating with Edward III in another world. Loki was bored and came to join in the fun.

"I can create whatever you need! You can make a quit. Let me have a stable sleep." Loki joked first.

"Really?" said Ludar, the leader of the rebel who had been "baptized" by the sacred fire. He had long been beyond recognition. If it weren't for the "dark energy", Ludar would not have ended like this!

"Stop thinking! He will not forge anything for you! Loki, please come back! Let's see you in 2 years!" Edward III said, and he waved his hand to Loki's soul.

Just as Loki was about to leave, Loki suddenly realized that his soul was imprisoned by something! He guessed that it was the Dark Messenger!

"You don't think about going anywhere! Loki! You will be a slave for life!" Sure enough, it was Dark Mage Dark. He appeared as he spoke.

"You can actually bind me? It's extremely ridiculous! What level are you?" Loki shouted! He wanted to take the opportunity to delay so that Edward III can freeze time.

Something terrible happened, and Edward did not help.

"Edward! Could it be? You!" Loki shouted!

"Don't get me wrong. I just want you to suffer some pain and suffer. You are so excellent. I am just jealous of you. I am still the messenger of light!"

Edward III spoke and gestured. It seemed that he was really joking with Loki...
Chapter completed!