Chapter 757: The Reclusive Mage

"Are you going to try to see if you can follow the guidance of "it" to explore a less deadly ruin to obtain knowledge? The result..."

Punk asked Aztlan expressionlessly.

"Yes, in the end, I chose to listen to the "intuition" that was obviously influenced by "it" to come here, and then I did gain a lot of knowledge, and I even have the ability to study magic locks, which countless legendary mages dream of. Opportunity, but as the price, I was locked in this cage full of knowledge and couldn't get out..."

With a helpless smile, Aztlan also showed some complicated expressions in his eyes. It seems that the conversation with Punk reminded him of himself who was overwhelmed 200,000 years ago.

But soon, the white-robed mage who adjusted his mood continued to introduce Punk to the "topic" he originally wanted to emphasize.

"Hey, although I am a spellcaster who majors in enchantment and summoning spells, with the knowledge of enchantment that I have learned a little, I must not understand this incredible magic lock in a short period of time. Yes, so I have been trapped here for a full 200,000 years... You know, I am only 286,725 years old this year, and before I know it... I am in this ruins The time spent here is twice as long as the first half of my life."

Introducing his "encounter" in a non-salty tone, Aztlan's voice is still calm, and even when passing through a dense fog, this "encounter" like a bard watching the scenery The noble mage" also drew a thread of magic power among the green leaves of the rainforest, and then manipulated the fog in the rainforest to dissipate a little.

Judging from Aztlan's skillful and natural manipulation, he seems to have done these simple tasks himself for countless times, and even though he is followed by several legendary powerhouses of unknown origin, this calm The white-robed mage still maintains a slow "pace of life".

At this time, even Punk realized that the white-robed mage in front of him was different, or incompatible with ordinary legendary professionals.

He is so comfortable! It is a kind of comfort like an old man enjoying a peaceful life, a kind of comfort like a hardworking office worker ushering in a holiday, a kind of "comfort" like a terminally ill patient waiting for death on a hospital bed... Although Azt Lan mentioned many times that it was "unfortunate" that he was locked in a cage.

But in fact, under Punk's eyes, not only did the mage in front of him not feel any grief and indignation at the situation of being in a cage from the beginning to the end, but even the breath revealed from his whole body carried a lot of enjoyment of life. smell.

Even Aztlan was indeed displeased, but his displeasure was not caused by being imprisoned in a magic lock. His displeasure was only because he was dissatisfied that the era of this "legendary island" was too blocked. It's just a way out for many spellcasters.

It was also until this time that Punk, who hadn't said much, was surprised to realize that the "homeland" that Aztlan was talking about...was not just a simple metaphor.

"...Although you call the matter of being imprisoned in the magic lock a "encounter", but I don't see any emotions from you that can be matched with "encounter". In fact, I think You don't have any intention of escaping as soon as possible, I even think that you are still enjoying your current life, if you don't mind... Can you explain to me what you are thinking."

If you have any questions, you should ask them directly. When two legendary professionals talk to each other, straightforward questions are often more convenient and quicker than roundabout words. Although the questions raised by the caster were natural, they seemed somewhat abrupt.

As soon as the white-robed mage finished his last sentence, Punk's questions immediately followed without leaving the other party any time to think.

However, Aztlan is obviously not a pedantic nobleman, and he has been expressing his desire for peace, so although Punk's question was straightforward and blunt, Aztlan still patiently explained:

"Well... your feeling is right. After all, the magic lock is too profound. It is not something that ordinary level legendary professionals can crack. After understanding this, I believe you will understand that there is no point in worrying... …to take a step back, it’s not just magic that makes sense in my life.”

Having said that, Aztlan stopped slowly. He stretched out his hand and gently brushed the green grass leaves around him. Under the infusion of life force transformed by magic power, these flowers and plants bloomed into colorful flowers one after another. .

"Look, isn't this thriving scenery worthy of our appreciation? Aren't they more suitable to accompany spellcasters like us yearning for knowledge than endless fighting and killing? Anyway, when I am in this huge cage, And after finding it difficult to leave, the first thing I did was to use magic power to create many kinds of elements. I made a small sun that was barely enough to hang in the air, and finally synthesized the seeds of plants and spread them down, creating a complete Ecological environment......"

Silently scanning the green bushes extending to the horizon, Aztlan's eyes were like those of art-loving nobles admiring a beautiful scroll.

At the same time, Aztlan, who may not have communicated with intelligent creatures on an equal footing for more than 200,000 years, did not forget to open the chat box and continue his "answer":

"...By the way, because I have studied the human body, in addition to this dense rainforest, I also created many ordinary human beings according to the material composition of the human body. Two hundred thousand years have passed. The population does not exceed one million, so they all live and work in peace in this small world where there is no war, no hunger, no plague, and... I also built a magic school according to a model similar to the Mages Guild, except My magic school does not have those dark exploitation and evil bullying, so I believe that my magic school is definitely better than the "black factory" of the Mage Guild to cultivate talents..."

Showing a confident smile, the white-robed mage stepped forward again.

Bathed in the soft sunshine, when talking about his "achievements", Aztlan's tone became much lighter, and this guy even concluded to Punk in a lazy tone:

"How is it? Is my life fulfilling and happy? Here I can build my ideal Garden of Eden, I can study the profound magic locks that cannot be met, I can enjoy peace and quiet, and there is no "interference mechanism" It's endlessly asking for trouble......

To be honest, I used to be ambitious, and I have experienced one or two legendary battles, but... now I think there is nothing wrong with staying here all the time, anyway, the legends of the multiverse will go into seclusion sooner or later. wrong? Where is seclusion not seclusion? In this comparison, I am still very lucky, at least the vast majority of legendary spellcasters don’t even think about taking a look at this beautiful and magnificent magic lock.”