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"What is it?"
Edward lowered his eyes slightly and recited the elf's rules softly.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning had already peeked out from the horizon, illuminating the large stone table in front of him. The subtle reflection made him frown.
The speed of the Sickle and Hammer mercenary group is not too slow. After all, the words of a mage who can easily defeat hundreds of knights and a giant dragon are undoubtedly as effective as divine decree for these mercenaries. Even if
Even if it is so bumpy that it falls apart, they will try their best to complete it.
Of course, relying on horses and vehicles, even at incredibly high speeds, it took more than a day to get back to Burgundy from the vicinity of Neuschwanstein Castle.
After a bumpy day and night, even the Psion felt somewhat tired. However, the previous encounter made him excited and unable to sleep.
"...seven golden lampstands. Under each lampstand, there is a Son of God, dressed in black, hanging down to his feet, with a dragon skin tied around his chest... And the seventh Son of God is named Hero...His
His hair and pupils are both silver, like snow, like metal. They are burning with the luster of fire. But the fire cannot come close to him, it can only be for his servants, and his words are
As a metaphor, do not disobey. He holds a book and a three-edged sword... His face is like the blazing sun shining brightly. I am the first and the last, the one who lives. I am your king,
The only king who belongs to you, I have died before, and I will die again, but I am also destined to live again... and live forever and ever."
This passage is somewhat familiar.
In other words, it's that pattern, which is somewhat familiar - at least Edward has heard it a few times. If I remember correctly, it is accompanied by chants such as "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord, God"...full of indescribable emotion.
The meaning is empty, just like the standard models of myths and legends...
Or is it because of the elf in the royal power? That high elf seemed to have sat on the throne and declared to himself...
For a moment, the only thing Edward could think of seemed to be this - the holders of royal power. It seemed that most of them were unknown or alone, but it seemed that the longer they were apart, the only ones who had prominent status and had done great things.
The more.
If that elf is really what they call Hilo, then it is indeed a good thing for him... Maybe he can also use this relationship to re-establish some contact with these druids.
Of course, this idea is a bit too idealistic. After all, judging from the last few words of the old guy, this Hilo seems to be quite taboo to the druids because of some great achievements, and then contact the king's power.
Judging from the power of the evil sect to attract the attention of the gods, maybe those guys will only hate that guy even more.
To make accurate judgments, it is best to understand the real situation...
However, it is a pity that the quickest method does not work - after some attempts, Edward found that he still could not evoke any connection with the royal power, let alone find the memory fragment of one of the souls.
As the number of fragments increases, the effect of this artifact becomes more and more powerful. When he just fought against the dragon druid, the magic missiles launched by Edward had increased to nearly twenty or thirty times the original effect.
However, it becomes more and more empty, as if it was originally alive, but now it is gradually dying.
If you are really a real mage, then to what extent will the spells you cast be amplified by this artifact?
In fact, Edward has thought this way more than once. Unfortunately, his current understanding of magic still seems to be a mess...well, a little less messed up. After all, now, he can barely use magic below the third level.
Magic can almost be called a genuine mage.
Unfortunately, the corresponding price is that the more submissive this artifact becomes, the closer it seems to be to a dead object, and it will no longer be as active as before, constantly trying to devour the owner's soul.
Well, since we can't think of a solution from this aspect, we can only settle for the next best thing.
Dehua shook his head slightly. The sound of footsteps at the door made him temporarily stop thinking.
Druid Famini walked in sleepily. "Mr. City Lord, what are you doing for me?" He saluted carelessly. Then he took a sip of the rose tea prepared for him on the table, and then sipped it.
I smacked my lips, it seemed because the tea was too sweet.
Of course, the psychic was not in the mood to beat around the bush at the moment, but went straight to the heart of the issue.
"Then, Lord Famini, can you tell me how your Druid sect is organized?"
Existences like druids have always been shrouded in an extremely mysterious atmosphere on this continent. These existences that hang out in the wilderness and jungle rarely interact with ordinary people, except for their ability to use special abilities to awaken trees,
Apart from various rumors about driving animals, few people know about their situation.
But no matter what, they should be an organized magic group.
Edward can make some moves to provoke a certain duke, but if the opponent is a group of spellcasters, this problem will be a bit troublesome - the former has a fixed range of activities, territory, and subject families, which can be used as weaknesses, and their own
There is no need to worry about force. You can consider decapitation or threats to achieve your goal. The initiative is completely in your own hands.
The latter's degree of freedom has been greatly improved. It is not easy to make a single blow effective. In some respects, Edward has become a passive party. Of course, if these guys are smart enough, they should know about the mind.
Warlock is not a suitable opponent. But the problem is, it seems that these guys who are close to nature are not that smart.
"Sect? Oh, well... Generally speaking, the Children of Nature, oh, what you call the Druids, do not have any organization... or rather, it is a loose organization. We call it the Deadwood Council.
Usually handles all druidic internal matters."
The sweet tea was obviously effective in driving away sleeping insects, so this question made Famini frown. After a while, she carefully considered the words: "Well. There are a certain number of great elders, more than ten, who come to discuss matters.
, but they are not gathered together and have no special characteristics among each other.
Generally speaking, the upper level has no binding ability for ordinary druids. They usually choose to settle in their own jungle. Under each great elder, a region is formed.
The Parliament of Nature, which leads downwards to all the children of nature.”
"So. How many such sons of nature are there? I mean, these so-called elders?"
"I'm sorry, Lord, other things are the secrets of our druid. I can't reveal it to you arbitrarily. Unless you can become our friend with the consent of the elders, otherwise the only thing I can tell you is
It’s here.”
Edward nodded. Although there was not much information, the description of the other party's loose organization made him feel at ease - at least he didn't have to worry about the other party coming out in force: "So, what do you think about the Germans who settled in the Black Hawk Dukedom?
The Rui Council also knows something?" After a pause, he asked:
"The contact between us is not close. If I must say it, I just barely know the general situation there."
Famini shook his head and took another sip of tea in the cup. He was obviously not used to such a sweet drink. However, he seemed not to give up trying: "It is said that the Duke has some unique advantages. You know,
A part of the Sunset Forest happens to lie across his territory. Therefore, the druids who live there may have a loose alliance with humans. Of course, for you, it is to help them train
Animal companions, but I think that's all. Children of nature don't like to deal with you humans... Well, please forgive me, druids don't like to deal with ordinary people, because people's development usually depends on nature.
Going in the opposite direction. Existences in nature adapt and blend into it with their own strength, but except for elves, both humans and barbarians seem to be more inclined to transform nature to suit themselves."
"So, can you still contact them?"
"I'm afraid not, Lord City Lord, I..." After hesitating, Druid smiled unnaturally: "I, well, let's put it this way, because I am closer to ordinary people, I was...
I was ordered to leave my forest. Although I did not lose my identity, I have lost contact with my other companions."
In other words, he was kicked out...
"Okay, so what impression do you have of this passage?" Edward hesitated and recited the passage in Elvish language softly.
"Sorry, I have no impression," the Druid thought seriously, then shook his head: "Although the Druid's sect originated from the elves, there are almost no pure-blooded elves among us anymore. I'm sorry, Lord.
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"Where did you go? Why did you leave without leaving a message?" The little girl glared at him angrily, but Edward, who was thinking, was a little absent-minded, so he just responded casually: "There is not enough food, so
I went to get some, and I also hired some mercenaries to come back. It’s all trivial, and you weren’t performing any rituals or anything like that? So I didn’t bother you.”
"You don't even know how much help they have helped you! Also, what's the little thing? I heard that you had a fight with a dragon?" Obviously this attitude is not very appropriate, so the half-elf lady's
The voice immediately raised an octave, "Don't try to lie to me, that little fool told me everything! There is also a regiment of knights chasing you,"
"Well, it's not a real dragon, it's just a druid's trick. It's not very dangerous." Edward's lips curled up: "As for the knights...since you know everything, why are you asking me?"
"Nonsense, do you know how worried people are? Who do you think you are, the legendary brave man? You are just... a person," the half-elf angrily complained, but suddenly he was speechless. Now, it seems that he really can't use it.
What a weak title to put on this guy who was originally just a mercenary and mage apprentice: "In short, no matter where you go from now on, you must take me with you! You are not allowed to escape quietly like this!"
"Well? I will naturally take you wherever you can go, but sometimes it's not convenient for you to go," he said a little helplessly. In fact, having said that, it is normal for girls to act coquettishly and act a little petty.
, even a matter of course. As long as you know the appropriateness and don’t mess around with business matters.
"I don't care! I have to keep an eye on you! Otherwise, you might find some women from there and bring them back!" Little girl, "Let me ask you, that little fool's thing is the key to the treasure. It should be
Have you already got it? When are we going to get that treasure back?"
"How do you know what treasure he has?" Edward frowned: "You should know. It's not suitable for us to go out now, right?"
"Still, it's a bit weird. Otherwise, with your consistent style, you must have taken down the things a long time ago and then dealt with those two idiots. Don't you have a way to make a person forget a lot of things?
?Oh, by the way, I remember that you seem to be very good at using charm and so on? Just let them"
"What do you mean by getting rid of it...Why do I seem to you to be such an immoral guy?"
"Do you still think you are a good person?" The little girl sneered half-seriously: "As for those bad ideas, I think all the people in the whole city combined are not as good as you. If it weren't for those two idiots
With such a thing in your hand, would you be so kind as to take in these two sources of disaster? Well, although they are not that important now."
"You went to find trouble with them?" Edward's eyebrows twitched.
"Humph, are you so nervous? No, I just asked that little fool. There is no problem. That little fellow is easy to fool and quite stupid. He is an interesting gadget." Noticed his expression.
, the half-elf lady showed a proud look: "However, I don't like her sister."
"Did she offend you?"
"No." The little girl's cheeks immediately became excited again. She jumped over the table, sat down in Edward's arms, and stared into his eyes: "That little girl is pretty to some extent. If she wanted to do it for her family's castle,
If I come to seduce you, you, a pervert, agree immediately, but what if you encounter an enemy that you can't deal with?"
To be honest, this reason is really... it made Edward a little bit dumbfounded for a moment: "Hey, what do you think of me? Didn't you just call me cunning, why did I become someone who would sacrifice my life for others now?
Are you stupid?"
"I told you. Although you are cunning, you are also a big pervert. As long as a beautiful woman hooks her finger, you will easily become confused." The half-elf replied matter-of-factly: "And, that
Although the little girl is not as beautiful as me, but that pair... Anyway, I can tell at a glance that she must be good at seducing men, so I can't let that damn little girl have a chance to seduce you? "
After all, I just feel like I lost in terms of body shape, right?
"My little ancestor, don't be a little girl. I don't know which one of you is more like a little girl."
The hateful look on the little girl's face made Edward burst into laughter. He stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of her pointed nose, causing her to scream in protest. For this half-elf lady, he was somewhat emotionally doting on her, closer to her.
My sister's feeling: "It's okay, don't always speak like someone else's elder. In the legend of my hometown, always saying this will shorten your lifespan, right?"
"I'm more than ten years older than her, what's wrong with calling her little girl?" The half-elf lady still argued unconvincingly: "Looking at appearance doesn't determine age, so I'm qualified to call her that.
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"Oh, in that case, I have to call you aunt. I didn't expect you to be so old, it's unpleasant."
"Shut up, damn Edward, you can't scream like that! Otherwise I'll cut out your tongue!" Miss Lisa was very dissatisfied, curled up in his arms and punched Edward several times, but unfortunately her small fists were too powerful for Edward.
In terms of a demonized body, it's really nothing.
However, after a moment of concentration, Edward noticed some changes... The half-elf lady in his field of vision was shrouded in a subtle glow. The energy of the magic network was slightly surrounding her, but it was complicated and contained within it.
Power, unprecedentedly powerful.
"Has your strength improved again?"
"Not bad, can you see it?" The young lady immediately became proud, "Aren't you very happy, I can now use eighth-level magic!"
The psychic couldn't help but take a breath.
In the realm of arcana, coming into contact with the eight-ring magic network represents an unprecedented change in power, and the greatest achievement is to be crowned with the title of Archmage, which means leaving the mortal realm.
, truly stepped into the door to understand the truth of the world, and although divine magic uses the name of God to mobilize the magic network, it is far less complex than arcane magic, but if you want to get the approval of the gods, you must be pious enough.
To change your beliefs, it usually requires
This speed made him sigh a little,
That's why I let you take me with you. I'm very strong now.
He had only just touched the Wall of Truth after struggling all the way, and received a treatment equivalent to the entry of a high-level mage, and this little girl has already stepped into the threshold of the Gate of Truth. You must know that even a magic stick
They upgrade faster than mages, but anyone in a sect who can use eighth-level magic is at least the priest level. Who is not an old guy in his fifties or sixties?