Chapter 80 Mimir's Call

Joan's intelligence attribute has been raised to 17, which is already outstanding among the ranks of low-level mages. It's a pity that mental attributes such as intelligence are not like strength or agility. On the surface, it is impossible to tell who is smarter than the other. Joan just feels that his mind seems to be clearer than usual, until he performs complex mental activities—such as studying spells— Only then can we truly appreciate the huge benefits brought about by increasing intelligence by two points.

Joan put away the "Tears of God", bent down and searched in front of the soul-stealing spirit's body, and obtained four items in total: a fist-sized fairy skull, a gall-shaped copper bottle, and a hardwood carved skull. Vial, and a spell scroll.

Joan took a look at the skull first, and remembered that it was the weapon that the Soul Stealer used to attack him before. It seemed to contain some kind of evil magic power, which could be absorbed on the target and control the other's mind. Only the creator of this kind of special wonder can use it, and others can't arouse the magic power if they get it, so Joan just throws it aside, and digs a hole to bury the skull and the soul-stealing spirit's body later.

Joan then picked up the bile-shaped copper bottle, opened the cork and immediately released a puff of pungent smoke. Looking into the bottle through the sunlight, there was not much solution left, and it was rippling with orange light. Joan had seen the Soul Stealer use this bottle of magic potion, and it seemed that after taking it, he could breathe out flames. The remaining potion in the bottle was only enough for one sip. Joan didn't want to waste it, so he plugged the bottle and studied it slowly when he had time in the future.

What is contained in the wooden bottle is also a magic potion, which looks light blue and exudes a hint of coolness. After all, Joan's knowledge is too shallow to see the specific magical effect of this bottle of potion. The "appraisal technique" can help him answer his doubts, but each appraisal needs to consume at least one pearl. Joan has no pearls to use now, so he has to suppress his curiosity and wait until he has more money to appraise in the future.

The last loot is the spell scroll, but it doesn't cost money to identify it. Joan unfolded the scroll and glanced at it, and recognized that it copied the 1-ring arcane "Hand of Burning", and couldn't help but smile. "Burning Hand" is a rare group-killing spell among the 1st-level arcane spells. The caster can blast a cone-shaped spread of flames in the direction that his hands are facing, killing all creatures within 15 feet on the opposite side, and igniting the spell overlay flammable substances within range. Joan happened to be short of group attack spells right now, and this scroll came at the right time, and decided to take the time to copy it into his spell book as a key study topic in the next stage.

Putting away the "Burning Hand" scroll, Joan dug a hole with a dagger, kicked the soul-stealer's body into the hole and buried it hastily. After patting the dirt off his hands, Joan stood up and looked around, only then did he realize that the environment here was a bit weird. The mountains and canyons in the distance look similar to the terrain near Powhatan Village, but there is an indescribable sense of dissonance, especially the sun hanging in the sky, like a colorful paper-cut painting flat on the gray On the sky, it seems that it has never moved at all. Living in such an overly quiet world, Joan couldn't feel the passage of time, and his consciousness became a little blurred.

"What the hell kind of place is this?" Joan muttered to herself, restraining her fear, and walked quickly along the same path. Fortunately, Irminsur is still rooted in the depths of the valley, but the surrounding dense ash forest has disappeared, and the ogres and Asa people who fought fiercely have also disappeared out of thin air. In the silent valley, the vegetation is lush and the wind sounds like ethereal If it wasn't for "Lao Bai" standing in front of the pipe organ, Joan would have suspected that he had traveled to another plane after passing through the tree hole.

"It doesn't matter so much, in short, get out of this weird place as soon as possible."

Joan quickly ran to Irminsur, raised his head and shouted, "Old Bai, can you hear me?"

An old face emerged from the tree trunk, nodding to him with a smile.

Joan breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Lao Bai: "I want to return to Powhatan Village, can you send me back?"

Lao Bai was noncommittal, his expression became a little weird, and he hung a branch silently, wrapped around Joan's waist, lifted him into the air, and threw him into the tree hole.

Falling into the dark tree hole again, surrounded by the magic vortex, Joan recalled what happened when he came here, and his heart immediately hung. However, unexpectedly, this time the magic power coming from all around did not oppress him, it was like a gentle cloud holding him up, and he kept falling at a constant speed in a void.

Qiao An faintly felt that this time through the tree hole was different from the last time. It was not until the magic cloud escorted him to land safely that he confirmed that this time was really different.

It was dark all around, and Joan couldn't see anything. He stood up while leaning on the inner wall of the tree hole, and tried to call "Old Bai", but suddenly found that his voice was trembling.

Joan's shout echoed in the darkness, and no one answered for a long time. According to the echo, he guessed that he was in a very empty area, perhaps a vault deep in the earth.

Qiao An didn't understand why Lao Bai sent himself to this dark abyss, so he could only keep calm as much as possible, fumbled to take out the spell-casting material package, and planned to cast the "Light Art" to dispel the darkness and observe the surrounding environment.

At this moment, a ball of light suddenly appeared in front of him, attracting Joan's attention. Like a firefly in the dark, the orange ball of light floated to Joan, sending a telepathic wave into his mind.

"Son, this ray of light is my spirit, follow the guidance of the spirit, and I will take you to meet someone."

Qiao An quickly followed the ball of light floating forward, that is, the manifestation of Lao Bai's soul, and asked curiously, "Who do you want to take me to see?"

"Master Mimir."

"Who is Mimir?" Joan became more and more confused.

"Lord Mimir is a demigod and one of the ancestors of the Asa tribe."

Joan had thought the name "Mimir" was familiar before, and after hearing Lao Bai's introduction, he suddenly remembered that Kandy had mentioned this name. Legend has it that 40,000 years ago, in the era of floods and giants, the ancestors of the Asa tribe originally lived on the Asgard plateau in the middle of Wilnoa. At that time, the Asa tribe generally had the power of myth. Chieftains and seers are even "demigods" with level 10 mythic powers.

Mimir is a "half-god" of the Asa tribe, known as the "Wisdom Old Man". It is a pity that in the "Twilight War" that determined the fate of the Asa tribe, this ancient and glorious civilization was finally destroyed by the giants. Now Asgard, the hometown of the Asa tribe, has become the kingdom of giants, and the descendants of the Asa tribe are forced to flee Go to the Midgard and Alfheim areas on the east coast of Wilnoa, and intermarry and multiply with the local aborigines. Today, they have lost their mythological power, and their civilization level is even lower than that of human societies on other continents. Colonists from the Old World ridiculed them as "ignorant savages".

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