Chapter 81 Cruel Test

"Mimir is still alive?" Joan asked Lao Bai in disbelief.

"So to speak, my child."

"Even if he didn't die in the Twilight War, he has lived for more than 40,000 years. How can a person live for such a long time?" Joan shook his head, feeling more and more incredible.

"Young man, for a demigod, death is not an insurmountable obstacle."

An old man's voice suddenly came from ahead, startling Joan. Looking up to the direction where the voice came from, Joan saw an old head suspended in mid-air with the light of the spirit of Irminsur, with a pair of deep and clear eyes hidden in the messy beard and hair, looking forward to She looked at him with interest.

Joan stopped, sweating coldly. When he first saw the talking old man's head, he subconsciously suspected that the other party was an undead creature, a legendary "demilich". However, he did not detect the evil breath of death from the other party, but the "Tears of God" sent a telepathy at the right time, telling him that the old man with only one head left was a "half-god" with level 10 mythical power. ".

"You are... Master Mimir?" Joan asked tremblingly.

"I am Mimir, the guardian of the Fountain of Wisdom." The white-haired head smiled slightly at Joan, "My child, I can sense the power of mythology from you. If I guess correctly, you are a newcomer. The 'Mythical Archmage'?"

Joan was terrified that his secret would be discovered by the old man, but then he thought about how well-informed the demigod Mir, known as the "Wisdom Old Man", used "advanced internal vision" and other means to see through his own myth What's so strange about the profession? What made him a little relieved was that the other party didn't seem to see that he possessed the "tear of God", so that he could always keep the last trace of privacy.

"Old Bai, look at this kid, how amazing! Have you ever seen such a young mythological archmage?" Mimir exclaimed.

"Indeed, as you said, Lord Mimir, this child is only thirteen years old. I have never heard of a thirteen-year-old mythological archmage at this age." Lao Bai's spirit also sighed.

Hearing the compliments from the two old men, Joan's face burned with embarrassment. He knew in his heart that he did not obtain the inheritance of the mythical great mage through his own efforts or talent, but purely because he was lucky enough to pick up the "Tears of God", otherwise he would still be just an insignificant mage apprentice now.

Mi Mier saw through Joan's mind at a glance, and said with a smile: "My child, you may think that you are just lucky and not really capable, but you must know that luck is also a part of strength. If someone else is in your position, even if With good luck, I obtained the inheritance treasure of the 'Master of Mythology', and I may not have the courage and ability to kill that vicious and insidious soul stealer and complete the mythological trial."

Joan blushed and nodded, feeling a little complicated, wondering if he was really as good as Mimir said.

"Come to me, child, and look at the spring."

Joan followed the call of the wise old man, walked up to him, and found that behind Mimir was the thick and gnarled tree roots of Irmin Sur, with countless roots hanging down like wicker. out his face.

"Master Mimir, is this the legendary 'Fountain of Wisdom' hidden deep under the root system of the 'World Tree'?" Joan couldn't help shaking with excitement, "Drinking this spring water can really enhance intelligence?"

Mimir nodded, but there was no smile on his face, and his expression became unprecedentedly serious.

"Son, the ancient prophecy tells me that you are the one I've been waiting for for many years, the mythical archmage who is qualified to drink from the fountain of wisdom and has the potential to change this era, but prophecies are always ambiguous, and my judgment may not be correct. "Mimir sighed, and then said to Joan: "The fountain of wisdom can greatly enhance a person's intelligence, which is especially valuable for mages, but this kind of power is not free, in fact, the price is very high."

"Master Mimir, do you really want Joan to accept that test?" Irminsur's spirit trembled slightly, appearing terrified, "That test is too cruel, you can't ask a thirteen-year-old child to endure such a test." Pain, not to mention nine days of enduring it!"

"Stop talking, Elminsur!" Mimir interrupted the pleading of the ancient tree spirit, his eyes became extremely fanatical, "I have waited for too long, so long that I wonder if my waiting is worthwhile... How, Joan is the one who is most in line with the prophecy, we must give him a chance to control his own destiny, yes, he is still too young and lacks enough experience and experience, but this is not a fatal flaw, if he is really The mythical archmage in the prophecy... Believe me, Ilminthul, he should have the courage and perseverance to pass that cruel test, and prove that he is qualified to drink from the fountain of wisdom."

Mimir turned to the bewildered Joan, and asked solemnly, "Son, do you dare to accept the test of fate?"

So far, Joan doesn't know the specific content of this test, but he knows that if he wants to obtain the fountain of wisdom, he must pass this test. Joan also knows that his current intelligence level can only be said to be good, and it is still far behind the real genius mage. However, as long as he drinks the water of wisdom, it will not be a problem to level the gap with the genius, from good to excellent His great leap is right in front of him, is he willing to miss this golden opportunity?

Of course Joan was not reconciled.

"Master Mimir, I am willing to accept your test!"

...

On the south bank of the Yifen River, "Snake Hand" Sharman rode a gray horse up the hillside, overlooking the fierce fighting by the river from a condescending height. On one side of the battle was the army of "blight monsters" under his command, and on the other side were the Asa chasseurs from the Algonquin Valley.

Before the battle started, Sharman thought that the "withered army" under his command had a great advantage. However, in the real battle, he realized that the mentally retarded withered monsters couldn't stop the Asa cavalry who were proficient in cavalry and archery and cooperated tacitly, let alone the troops on the other side. More than twice as many as their own side, the battle lasted less than an hour, and the "Withered Corps" suffered more than half of the casualties. They retreated all the way to the riverside, with the Taotao River behind them, and there was no way out.

The vegetation in the open area along the river is sparse, and Asa hunters can unscrupulously shoot arrows coated with hot glue at the wither monsters that gather in groups, and when they hit the dry wooden body of the wither monsters, they will immediately ignite raging flames. At the same time, the druids of the Asa clan turned into falcons and soared into the sky. The spread wings of the falcons almost blocked the sunlight, closely monitoring the battlefield below, and conveying the latest movements of the wither monsters to the ground troops.

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