Chapter 37, Urick's Message

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That night, the caravan camped in the valley.

The guards and mercenaries came and went. Compared with the day before, the mercenaries were more interested. Ryan guessed that this was because today's battle went smoothly, and most of the mercenaries should have gained something from the goblins.

In comparison, the businessman's interest was not so high. When going downhill, a carriage overturned under the harassment of wolves, and the black fire oil drum placed in it was overturned. Matz knew after a little calculation that he The loss was more than one hundred gold dinars.

The night sky is full of stars, and in the distance, the jungle-covered Scarville Mountain reveals a foot under the veil in front of everyone's eyes-the wildly growing forest and the white bones beside the road all tell terrible stories of the past.

"Hurry up!" The guards were loading and unloading, and a large wooden box was lifted from the carriage with the help of two people.

"Ouch!" The exhaustion that lasted for a day made the guard a little powerless, the wooden box fell to the ground, and a few pieces of ore inside were thrown out.

This stone is a mixture of sea-blue crystals and rough rock, apparently unrefined magical ore.

"Sea Heart Stone?" Teresa leaned on her staff and approached. After half a day of rest, her complexion had recovered: "Mr. Oliver? Is this your cargo?"

"Oh my! What are you doing? Clumsy, put away your things quickly!" Matz rushed over, motioned for the guards to pack up his things, and then smiled awkwardly: "This is... this is my goods, Troy Miss Vic."

"What's going on? Mr. Matz?! We, Jialan, have issued notices in Nord Court many times. We are willing to pay high prices for any sea heart stones. Why do you have sea stones in your goods?" Something like a heart stone?" Teresa's expression changed obviously when she saw the ore in the wooden box. The sea heart stone is a very precious magic mineral, which is a must for making many magic items, and this ore has The ability to assist the descendants of wizards to awaken their magical talents. At critical moments, spellcasters can even directly absorb the energy contained in it to restore their magic power.

"This... I..." Maci looked around in embarrassment, and he found that everyone in the caravan was looking at him, hesitating and speechless.

Seeing this, Ryan came up to make a rescue: "Okay, Teresa, merchants have the freedom not to sell them to you, right? The Nord Kingdom has no laws that explicitly prohibit the export of these things. After all, if the export of these things is prohibited, I am afraid that His Majesty the King Are you going to worry about military pay?"

"But the sea heart stone is too precious, and Jialan is in urgent need of this magical ore. We have already given such a high price..."

"But the Royal Wizarding Academy of the Empire is willing to give a higher price, isn't it?" Ryan interrupted Teresa, then smiled 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 some... um~" The sorceress was about to get angry, and soon the pain in her lower abdomen reminded her that something was wrong. Seeing this, Ryan simply walked up, Picking up the sorceress by the waist: "Okay, okay! Don't be angry, you can't decide this matter, just talk to Ms. Aurora later!"

After finishing speaking, Ryan didn't give the sorceress a chance to say anything more, and quickly slipped away while holding her. To his surprise, the sorceress didn't resist during the process, and let him pick her up, which saved him a lot of trouble. A lot of trouble.

Seven thirty in the evening.

Raising the curtain of the tent, Ryan saw Emilia bringing out a pot of hot water with a dull expression on his face. Ryan stepped out of the way and asked, "Do you feel better?"

"It's much better. Also, don't you know that you must at least knock on the door when you enter a lady's room at night?" The sorceress half-lyed on the cushioned backrest,

Doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

"...Sorry, then you have a good rest, good night!" Ryan sighed, nodded, turned and left.

The tent fell into silence again.

The sorceress thought Ryan was being angry, but he never showed up again. Teresa didn't see him back after waiting for a long time, and felt a strong sense of loss in her heart.

I will not mention the matter in the tent for the time being. After talking to everyone in the caravan, Ryan came to a nearby open space alone. He took out the magic scroll he bought in Ulan Town before, the zero-level trick light , fell into deep thought.

Unfolding the magic scroll, Ryan followed the energy lines and symbols on the scroll, walked around with spiritual energy, and then raised his hand: "Light!"

A light ball smaller than a fist shot out from Ryan's hand, lighting up the gloomy and cold environment around him, and then about ten meters away from Ryan, the light ball suddenly disappeared without warning.

"It's different from normal divine spells. Normal light spells can fly at least 20 meters and then disappear gradually after being shot, but the light spells I simulated can only fly ten meters." Ryan thought for a while and murmured: "Is it because of the 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 magic scrolls, the number of magic scrolls is even rarer. Like other magic items, making such scrolls is extremely difficult, and only high-level wizards know how to make them. To complete a scroll the mystical spell pattern must be meticulously copied onto parchment, and then the incantations required for that spell must be transcribed.

Then the wizards will inject magic power into the scroll, which is a very technical test. 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 spells cannot be cast.

A wizard with a level of three rings can only make one-level magic scrolls, a legendary wizard with six-ring strength can only make four-ring magic scrolls 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 a little magic talent and be able to read the text on it, which also makes the audience of the magic scroll narrower.

"Magic Missile, a ring of evocation spells, shoots three beams of energy bombs towards the target. It is a basic spell that every wizard apprentice can master." Ryan muttered to himself.

The principle of this spell is very simple. The magic is condensed into an energy bomb and aimed at a target. Ryan quickly analyzed the spell with psionic energy, and then concocted it according to the spell structure: "Magic Missile!"

Exactly as he imagined, psionic energy can also simulate the release of magic missiles, but also, the magic missiles that originally had a range of at least 50 meters dissipated in the air after flying about ten meters.

"That is to say, the spells simulated by psychic power cannot be more than ten meters away from my body." Ryan recalled his father's teaching in his dream: "Psychic power is extremely powerful, and it is also the source of corruption. You must make good use of it This power."

"So, how about this?" Ryan gathered the spiritual energy on his body in the center of his hand, and then spread his five fingers. The spiritual energy gathered into a silver-white light, which instantly lit up the dark forest. Under the glow of hot spiritual energy, nearby The dead wood eroded by the chaotic energy suddenly had a certain mutation, the black chaotic energy faded, and the branches and green leaves grew again.

No, it wasn't that the black chaotic energy faded away.

It was Ryan's psionic energy that completely shattered those chaotic energies!

But very soon, the intense psychic light not only drove away the chaotic energy, but its own strong destructive power quickly burned all the trees that had finally escaped from the torment of the chaotic energy into charcoal.

The scorched smell entered Ryan's mouth and nose, which made the White Wolf Knight feel very uncomfortable.

"Too much. My psionic energy can purify corruption, but it is still a terrifying and destructive force in essence. I need to practice how to control it. Maybe this is the training my father gave me." Ryan nodded, and he planned to get up and walk from the depths of the forest. Suddenly there was a gust of wind.

The white divine fire appeared in the forest again, the wind was flying, and the dead branches were all over the ground. Ryan opened his eyes suddenly, and then subconsciously knelt down on one knee: "My lord!"

The white flame in the middle of winter is the will of the white wolf god of war Urik descended!

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, Bai Shenhuo spoke.

"I pay homage to you, great wolf god, and the white wolf knight Ryan is here to listen to your teachings!" Ryan's face was full of surprise and joy. As we all know, the white wolf god of war Urik rarely answers the prayers of believers, He seldom passed down oracles, and even more rarely came to the main material world. The only time he came to the main material world was to fight against chaos in the first chaos invasion.

Since then, this wolf god has never even sent an incarnation to appear on the main material plane. He treats believers rather coldly, especially when the weak ask him for protection, he often ignores them. Only his beloved White Wolf Knights leader and The Archbishop of the White Wolf Church would occasionally have the opportunity to communicate with him.

After Charlemagne killed Moka the Chaos Chosen and repelled the Chaos army, Ulric blessed Charlemagne and his empire and asked him to build a "seeing" temple for himself in the north of the empire, while The empire couldn't find a reason to refuse - after all, the wolf god had personally descended into the world to fight against the army of chaos. Therefore, one of the most spectacular temples in the world, the White Wolf Temple, was built in the northern part of the empire in the territory of the elector of Wallrich. On the cliffs of the mountains, after thousands of years of development, humans relied on the White Wolf Temple to build the White Wolf City, one of the few major cities in the main material world.

"You are Ryan, the adopted son of that bald Norman? Let me tell you, you really don't look like him." Urick's first sentence turned to Ryan: "If you have a chance, tell your adoptive father, don't you When he prayed, he always hoped that I could help him grow his hair back, and he should pray to Thalia, not me."

Salia, the goddess of mercy, is also known as the goddess of medicine.

Ryan couldn't say anything other than a smirk and a sign of compliance: "Understood, I will obey your oracle, my lord."

"Come on! I didn't send the avatar to tell you this, boy, your previous sacrifices showed that the mountains here are infested with the unclean creatures of chaos. Go, go and bring me its head. It's good for me. It is the best Winter Veil gift." The white fire was about to disappear, and Ryan said quickly: "That...I have encountered some things I don't understand."

"Say!" The white divine fire wavered.

"...Understood." Ryan lowered his head, indicating that he knew, and then hesitated, the White Wolf Knight said: "I heard that the great my lord has a long lifespan and rich experience, I don't know if you know... Holy things?"

"You actually know the Old Sage? I thought that after thousands of years, no one knows about the Old Sage except long ears and a very few nerds." Ulric's tone fluctuated for the first time.

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"Boom!" The heavy throwing ax sliced ​​through the entire tree, cutting the trunk from the middle, and all the thorns and branches collapsed in an instant. The giant tauren could feel the ground trembling every time he took a step. 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: "Huh... kill!"

"The soul of the forest!" Eldrad swung his staff, and the trees next to him changed under the emerald green light. They rose from the ground and rushed towards the tauren.

The giant tauren's movements did not show the slightest sluggishness. It walked towards Eldrad step by step. A tree man rushed from the left. It didn't even look at it. It chopped the tree man in two with a sweep of the tomahawk. In this section, the few treants summoned by Eldrad couldn't stop its footsteps at all.

His stout hooves stomped on the forest floor, and Eldrad felt heavy pressure with every step he approached.

Is it the Minotaur?

Unlike, the Minotaur is a very emotional creature, but this one is always calm.

So is it a giant-horned bull of the same level as the Tall Minotaur?

"In this case..." Eldrad thrust the long staff into the ground vigorously, and then took a deep breath. His tattered clothes were stretched apart with the movement of the master, and hairs appeared on the wrinkled skin. The nose elongates, the palms gradually turn into claws, and the body gradually expands. In a few seconds, he already had the shape of a bear.

There were no particularly powerful offensive spells in the druid magic, and 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 the filthy energy gathered on it, as if it wanted to swallow everything in the world.

"Wild... barbaric... punch... bump!!!" The battle technique was launched, and almost in the blink of an eye, the giant Minotaur rushed out a distance of nearly fifty meters, and the protective circle built 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, spreading from the right waist to the left shoulder, and the blood flowed all over the Druid's chest. Flying backwards for several tens of meters, fortunately, the remaining treants rushed forward and temporarily entangled the hands and feet of the Beastman.

"Hmm..." Eldrad's beast appearance quickly faded, and gradually changed back to a human appearance. He sat down on the ground, clutching his chest, the pain almost made him unable to breathe, his wrinkled body At this moment, his face shrank into a ball even more, and blood flowed all over the ground. Eldrad crushed an emerald green gemstone without hesitation, covered his chest with his hands, and crawled back.

The giant Minotaur opened its mouth wide and laughed wildly. Blood-red liquid dripped from its mouth, and the filthy energy shone brighter. He slowly approached Eldrad.

Aldrad panted heavily, and the giant Minotaur approached step by step, like the sound of a death knell.

"You... you are... Doomsday..."