Chapter 819 Elegant Person

Lorgar nodded, and classified Maggie into the category of the high-ranking witches. At the same time, the image of an ugly, ferocious but extremely powerful giant beast still came to mind.

"Then...how about wearing the God's Stone of Retaliation?"

She knew that once her opponent used the God Stone, her abilities would be greatly restricted, and it would be difficult to perform a full transformation. It's okay to face ordinary desert warriors, but there is basically no possibility of winning against an extraordinary person like Ashes. What's more, the other party can also actively wear the god stone, no matter how strange the ability is in front of her, it is meaningless, so Ashes should be the pinnacle of military power in Neverwinter.

However, the latter did not answer immediately, but was silent for a while before he opened his mouth and said, "If there is such a person, her strength and speed are not inferior to those of extraordinary people, and she has almost unlimited lifespan, and any injuries will not affect her. Her performance, even if she suffers a fatal injury, can still recover as before, how strong do you think such a person will be?"

Lorgar couldn't help but gasped.

As a martial artist who has experienced duels for a long time, she naturally knows the importance of combat skills and experience.

In the holy duel, the most difficult ones are not the young warriors in their teens or twenties, but those tribal backbones in their thirties. They generally serve as mentors and chief inspectors in the clan, teaching the experience and tactics they have mastered to the younger generations. In terms of strength, they are not inferior to young people, and with the comprehension of the battle of life and death, none of them should be underestimated. But at the age of forty, the body will become sluggish due to age, and the accumulated dark wounds will gradually worsen. Although the skills are more skilled, they can no longer perform as freely as before.

Just being unaffected by injuries is enough to make people enviable, and it is precisely because there are witches in Neverwinter who can heal any injuries that she decided to go there to further hone her strength, not to mention having an endless lifespan?

This has nothing to do with one's own talent and will. If there is really someone who can do what Ashes said, as long as the time is long enough, she will become the most outstanding fighter sooner or later—this kind of opponent makes people feel scary... …no, it's exciting.

"Is there such a person in Neverwinter?" Lorgar asked impatiently.

"A witch named Phyllis." Ashes replied, "I haven't formally competed with her, but..."

"Just what?"

"When I was practicing swords in the castle garden, she happened to pass by, and then she made two suggestions. After I practiced according to her words, I found that the shots were indeed smoother." The extraordinary witch said slowly, "It's a pity that I didn't I boarded the ship and left Neverwinter after a while, and I haven't had time to discuss more with her."

"Did you just take a look at it?" Lorgar wagged his tail even faster. No matter how experienced an instructor is, he needs to fight each other to point out the shortcomings of the apprentices-this is also a big problem. The reason why the clan will build a dedicated martial arts arena. The smaller the opponent's level gap, the higher the difficulty of pointing. Ashes is undoubtedly a powerful fighter, but can he directly find flaws only through visual inspection? It is indeed a top fighter who has broken through the age limit!

It seems that Phyllis is the strongest person in Neverwinter. After all, no one can put their expectations on the fact that the opponent does not wear the God's Stone of Retaliation when they actually step on the battlefield.

And Ashes, who is also unaffected by the God Stone, is the second strongest player - the infinite life can be regarded as a miracle descended by the three gods, and there is no way to force this. In the mind of the wolf girl, this mountain-like powerful figure is already a goal worthy of her pursuit.

What about herself?

Lorgar looked forward to this trip to the west even more.

But Ashes didn't end the topic—the other party seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and the strange smile from before appeared on his face again. The Transcendent patted her on the shoulder, and said in a low tone, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that there are more than a hundred witches like Phyllis in Neverwinter."

Eh?

The expression of the three princesses of Kuangyan froze immediately, more than one or one hundred? When did the Miracle of the Three Gods become so random?

"Come on," Ashes raised the corner of his mouth, "the days ahead will be long, you won't have to worry about finding someone to compete with."

...

In addition to the extraordinary witch, Lorgar would occasionally meet another blond woman who had once demonstrated the might of an arrow on the scorching high platform—the nobleman who breathed through the same nostril as the King of Graycastle, Andrea. Even though he hadn't fought against her, Ashes' evaluation did have some truth. From her body, the wolf girl can always feel a vague sense of distance, as if the two live in different worlds.

No matter when she was talking with the crowd, or when she stood alone by the sinking bay and looked at the sea, her gestures and gestures were indescribably elegant, which made Lorgar feel her own gap in other aspects for the first time.

With the intention of giving it a try, the third princess took advantage of a chance when there was no one around, and greeted the other party, and Andrea's response was also very flat, not as enthusiastic as Drow Silver Moon.

But when she asked a question that Ashes couldn't answer before, the latter's expression suddenly became more lively.

"This question... It's useless to ask Ashes. She can't even count from one to one hundred. She only has muscles in her head, let alone how to govern a city." Andrea talked eloquently. "And His Majesty Roland's policy is much more complicated, and I only figured out a little way after thinking it over and over again." She paused, "But do you really want to listen? This is much more difficult to understand than calling back and forth."

"Well," Lorgar nodded earnestly, "Father said that everything has a common principle, and knowledge of other aspects can also promote the growth of one's martial arts."

"Obviously there is no such thing..." Andrea rolled her eyes and sighed softly, "Okay, I'll just tell you. If you use golden dragons to buy black water like you said, Neverwinter The city will spend part of its wealth in exchange for the goods it wants, right?"

"There's nothing like this in the world," Lorgar affirmed.

"Then twenty years later, assuming everything goes well, His Majesty will have nothing to change except for losing a large sum of golden dragons."

"Lost...go?" She was stunned, "Why do you say that? Isn't it more expensive to do it like this?"

"Of course not," Andrea rolled her hair, squatted down, and gestured on the ground with a wooden stick, "Now the sand people who have migrated to the southern border have become part of Graycastle, and the loss of wealth has become an internal circulation. ——The supplies you need all come from Neverwinter, and the wealth you produce will flow back to His Majesty. During this process, the share of circulation will become larger and larger, and will reach one in twenty years. A staggering amount, and the cost is only the initial investment, and even this part of the money is not lost, but has been circulating in the cities."