Guards and mercenaries were coming and going. Compared with the previous day, the mercenaries were more interested. Ryan guessed that this was because today's battle went well and most of the mercenaries should have gained something from the goblins.
In comparison, the businessman's interest was not that high. On the way downhill, a carriage overturned under the attack of wolves, and the black fire oil barrel placed in it was overturned. After a little calculation, Matz knew that he
The loss was over one hundred gold dinars.
The night sky was dotted with stars, and in the distance, the jungle-covered Mount Scaville was revealed in front of everyone's eyes - the wildly growing forest and the white bones beside the road all told terrible past events.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" The guards were loading and unloading, and a large wooden box was lifted off the carriage with the help of two people.
"Ouch!" The fatigue that lasted for a day made the guard a little weak. The wooden box fell to the ground, and a few pieces of the ore inside were thrown out.
This stone is composed of a mixture of sea-blue crystals and rough rocks, and is apparently an unrefined magic ore.
"Sea Heart Stone?" Teresa approached with a staff. After half a day's rest, her complexion had recovered: "Mr. Oliver? Is this your goods?"
"Oops, ouch! What are you doing? You are clumsy, put your things away quickly!" Mats rushed over, signaled the guards to put the things away, and then smiled awkwardly: "This... this is my cargo, Turo
Ms. Vic.”
"What's going on? Mr. Mats?! We, Jialan, have issued notices many times in the Nord King's Court. We are willing to pay a high price for any sea heart stone. Why is there actually sea in your goods?"
There is such a thing as a heart stone?" Theresa's expression changed obviously after seeing the ore in the wooden box. The sea heart stone is a very precious magic mineral and is necessary for making many magic items, and this ore has
The ability to assist the descendants of wizards in awakening their magical talents. At critical moments, casters can even directly absorb the energy contained in it to restore magic power.
"This...I..." Mats looked around in embarrassment. He found that everyone in the caravan was looking at him, hesitating and speechless.
Upon seeing this, Ryan came to the rescue: "Okay, Teresa, merchants have the freedom not to sell to you, right? The Kingdom of Nord has no law that explicitly prohibits the export of these things. After all, if the export of these things is prohibited, I'm afraid His Majesty the King will
Are you going to have to worry about military pay?"
"But the Sea Heart Stone is too precious. We in Jialan are also in urgent need of this magic ore. We have already given such a high price..."
"But the Imperial Academy of Sorcerers is willing to pay a higher price, isn't it?" Ryan interrupted Theresa, then chuckled and said to Matz: "Am I right? Mr. Matz?"
"……Yes."
"It seems that we have always been too tolerant of you businessmen. It's time to give you a little... um~" The sorceress was about to get angry, but soon the pain in her lower abdomen reminded her that something was wrong. Seeing this, Ryan simply walked up and said,
He picked up the sorceress and said, "Okay, okay! Don't be angry, you can't make the decision on this matter. Just talk to Ms. Aurora later!"
After saying that, Ryan didn't give the sorceress a chance to say anything more. He hugged her and ran away. To his expectation, the sorceress didn't resist during this process and let him pick her up, which saved him a lot of money.
A lot of trouble.
Half past seven in the evening.
Lifting the tent curtain, Ryan saw Amelia bringing out a basin of hot water with a dull expression. Ryan stepped out of the way and asked, "Do you feel better?"
"Much better. Also, don't you know that when entering a lady's room at night, you must at least knock on the door?" The sorceress was half lying on the cushioned backrest, looking not in a good mood.
"...I'm sorry, then you should have a good rest, good night!" Ryan sighed, nodded and turned around to leave.
The tent fell into silence again.
The sorceress thought Ryan was out of anger, but he never showed up again. Teresa didn't see him come back after waiting for a long time, and she felt a deep sense of loss in her heart.
Not mentioning the things in the tent for the time being, after Ryan spoke to everyone in the caravan, he came to a nearby open space alone. He took out the magical scroll he had purchased in Wulan Town, the zero-level magic spell, Light Technique.
, fell into deep thought.
Unrolling the scroll of divine magic, Ryan followed the energy patterns and symbols on the scroll and used his psychic energy in a flawless manner. Then he raised his hand: "Light Technique!"
A light ball smaller than a fist shot out from Ryan's hand, lighting up the eerie and cold surrounding environment. Then about ten meters away from Ryan, the light ball suddenly disappeared without warning.
"It's different from normal magical spells. Normal light spells can fly at least twenty meters after being fired and then gradually disappear. However, the light spells I simulated can only fly ten meters." Ryan thought for a moment and murmured:
"Is it because of the divine power of the gods?"
"Try this again." Then, Ryan took out another magic scroll. This magic scroll cost him a lot of money, and it contained a first-level basic spell - magic missile.
Compared with divine scrolls, the number of magic scrolls is even rarer. Like other magic items, making such scrolls is extremely difficult. Only high-level wizards know how to make them. In order to complete a scroll, the mysterious spell pattern must be carefully copied to
parchment, and copy the incantation required for the spell.
Then the wizards will inject magic power into the scroll, which is a very technical task. If too much magic power is injected, the scroll will be in danger of exploding and self-activating, especially destructive spells. If too little magic power is injected,
There may also be situations where the spell cannot be activated.
A wizard with a level of three rings can only make magic scrolls with a level of one level. A legendary wizard with a level of six rings can only make magic scrolls with a level of four rings at most. And so on. It is worth mentioning that if you want to use a magic scroll, the user must
You must also have some magic talent and be able to read the text on it, which also makes the audience of magic scrolls narrower.
"Magic Missile is a one-ring energy-shaping spell that shoots three beams of energy bullets towards the target. It is a basic spell that every wizard apprentice can master." Ryan murmured to himself.
The principle of this spell is very simple. Magic is condensed into energy bullets and aimed at a target. Ryan quickly used his psychic energy to analyze the spell, and then followed the spell structure to follow the same method: "Magic Missile!"
Just as he imagined, psychic energy could also simulate the release of magic missiles, but similarly, the magic missiles that originally had a range of at least fifty meters flew about ten meters before completely dissipating in the air.
"That is to say, the magic simulated by psychic energy cannot leave my body for more than ten meters." Ryan recalled his father's teachings in his dream: "Psychic energy is extremely powerful and the source of corruption. You must make good use of it.
This power.”
"So, how about this?" Ryan gathered the spiritual energy in his hand in the center of his hand, then opened his fingers, and the spiritual energy converged into silver-white light, which instantly lit up the dark forest. Under the glow of the hot spiritual energy, nearby people
The dead trees eroded by the chaotic energy suddenly experienced some kind of mutation. The black chaotic energy faded away, and branches and green leaves grew again.
No, it's not that the black chaotic energy has faded away.
It was Ryan's psychic energy that completely shattered those chaotic energies!
But soon, the strong spiritual light not only drove away the chaotic energy, but its own strong destructive power quickly burned all the trees that were finally freed from the torture of the chaotic energy into charcoal.
The burning smell spread into Ryan's mouth and nose, which made the White Wolf Knight feel very uncomfortable.
"Too much is not enough. My spiritual energy can purify corrosion, but it is still a terrifying destructive force in nature. I need to practice how to control it. Maybe this is how my father trained me." Ryan nodded, and he planned to get up and walk from the depths of the forest.
Suddenly a strong wind blew.
The white divine fire appeared in the forest again, with strong winds flying and dead branches all over the ground. Ryan's eyes suddenly opened wide, and then he kneeled down on one knee subconsciously: "My Lord!"
The white flames in the middle of winter are the will of the White Wolf God of War Yurik coming!
The divine fire did not materialize, it just hung high in the air, and then slowly entered Ryan's sea of consciousness.
"Boy, we meet again." In Ryan's sea of consciousness, the white divine fire spoke.
"I offer my respect to you, the great wolf god, White Wolf Knight Ryan, here to listen to your teachings!" Ryan's face was surprised and happy. As we all know, the white wolf war god Yurik rarely responds to the prayers of believers, and also
He rarely delivers oracles, and he rarely descends into the main material world. The only time he descends into the main material world is to personally come to fight against Chaos during the first Chaos Invasion.
Since then, the wolf god has never even sent an incarnation to appear in the main material plane. He is relatively cold towards his believers, especially the weak who often ignore them when they pray to him for protection. Only his beloved leader of the White Wolf Knights and
The Archbishop of the White Wolf Church occasionally has the opportunity to communicate with him.
After Charlemagne killed Morkar, the Chosen of Chaos, and repelled the Chaos army, Ulric blessed Charlemagne and his empire and asked him to build a "visible" temple for himself in the north of the empire, and
The empire could not find a reason to refuse - after all, the Wolf God had come to the world in person to fight against the Chaos army. Therefore, one of the most spectacular temples in the world, the White Wolf Temple, was built in the territory of Elector Walrich in the north of the empire.
On the high mountain cliffs, after thousands of years of development, humans relied on the White Wolf Temple to build White Wolf City, one of the few large cities in the main material world.
"Are you Ryan, the adopted son of the bald Norman? Let me tell you, you really don't look like him." Yurik's first sentence shocked Ryan: "If you have the chance, tell your adoptive father, don't
When praying, he always hopes that I can help him grow his hair again. For this kind of thing, he should pray to Sallya, not me."
Thalia, the goddess of mercy, is also known as the goddess of healing.
Ryan couldn't say anything except smiling and expressing compliance: "I understand, I will obey your oracle, my lord."
"Come on! I didn't send the incarnation to tell you this. Boy, your previous sacrifice showed that the mountains here are infested with unclean chaotic creatures. Go, go and bring me its head. This is important to me.
It is the best Winter Veil gift." The white divine fire was about to disappear after saying this, and Ryan quickly said: "Um... I encountered something I don't understand."
"Say!" The white divine fire wavered.
"...Understood." Ryan lowered his head, indicating that he understood. Then, while hesitating, the White Wolf Knight spoke: "I heard that the great Lord has a long life and rich experience. I wonder if you know... Ancient
Holy things?”
"You actually know about the Ancient Saints? I thought that after thousands of years, no one knew about the Ancient Saints except long ears and a few nerds." Ulric's tone fluctuated for the first time.
…
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"Boom!" The heavy flying ax sliced open the entire tree, cutting the trunk from the middle. All the thorns and branches shattered in an instant. The giant tauren could feel the earth shaking with every step he took.
Its face was covered by a white skull and its expression could not be seen clearly. Only a large amount of mist was sprayed from its mouth and nostrils: "Hur... kill!"
"Soul of the Jungle!" Eldrad waved his long staff, and the trees nearby changed under the emerald green light. They rose up from the ground and rushed towards the tauren.
The giant tauren's movements showed no signs of slowness. It walked towards Eldrad step by step. A tree man rushed from the left. It didn't even look at it. With one sweep of its battle ax, it chopped the tree man into two.
Duan, the several tree men summoned by Eldrad were unable to stop it at all.
Thick hooves stepped on the forest floor, and Eldrad felt heavy pressure with every step he took.
Is it the Minotaur?
Unlike, the Minotaur is a very emotional creature, but this creature is always calm.
So is it a giant-horned bull on the same level as the Minotaur?
"In that case..." Eldrad inserted the long staff into the ground with force, and then took a deep breath. His originally tattered clothes were stretched open with the owner's movements, and hair appeared on the wrinkled skin.
His nose stretched, his palms gradually turned into claws, and his body gradually expanded. Within a few seconds, he already had the appearance of a bear.
There are no particularly powerful offensive spells in the druid's magic, so Eldrad decided to use his claws and teeth to fight.
Just when Eldrad was about to transform into a giant bear, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the giant Minotaur's mouth, and extremely filthy energy gathered on its body, as if it was going to swallow up everything in the world.
"Wild... Brutal... Charge... Crash!!!" The combat skill was activated, and almost in the blink of an eye, the giant Minotaur rushed out a distance of nearly fifty meters, and the protective circle established by the wooden staff was like paper.
Turned into fly ash, a huge shadow enveloped Eldrad, who was still transforming.
The battle ax swept across, leaving a huge bone-deep wound on the Druid's chest, which spread from the right waist to the left shoulder. Blood flowed all over the Druid's chest. Eldrad was struck by the huge impact.
Under the force, it flew backwards for dozens of meters. Fortunately, the remaining tree men swarmed up and temporarily entangled the hands and feet of the beast man.
"Uh-huh..." Eldrad's beastly appearance quickly faded, and he gradually turned back to his human appearance. He sat down on the ground, clutching his chest. The pain almost made him unable to breathe. His originally wrinkled face
At this time, his face shrank even more, and blood flowed all over the ground. Eldrad crushed an emerald green gem without hesitation, covered his chest with his hands, and crawled back.
The giant Minotaur opened its mouth and laughed wildly. Blood-red liquid dripped from its mouth. The filthy energy shone more and more as he slowly approached Eldrad.
Eldrad gasped for air, and the giant minotaur walked step by step, like the sound of a death knell ringing.
"You...you are...the doomsday..." (To be continued)