"Crazy la la la"

The weather in London is really bad. When the rain comes, the sky is like a gloomy hell, which makes people feel depressed.

Little Hermione, wearing a black umbrella, walked out of the post office. She looked at the heavy rain in front of her with disgust. She looked around, as if she wanted to release a magic to dry her shoes that had just been wet by the rain.

But after hesitating for a few seconds, Hermione gave up this seductive idea.

Magic is indeed very convenient, but the little wizard is not allowed to use magic when he is on vacation. If he is caught by the Ministry of Magic, the academy where she is located will be deducted points, which is a very bad thing.

So Hermione had to hold an umbrella and rushed home in the rain. Fortunately, the location of the post office was not far from her home.

But what Hermione couldn't understand was

"Why is Mr. Merlin so anxious to ask for a magic map? Did he encounter any trouble? Or was he lost?"

Merlin was not lost, but he did have trouble.

He tried to mark the location of the Nordic treasure land recorded on the parchment, but it was a bad map hand-painted by people hundreds of years ago.

Even though he secretly used the supercomputer computer from the Paris base to compare the terrain and search, Merlin still found nothing.

The world has changed a lot enough for hundreds of years, not to mention that the person who drew this picture may not be a wise naturalist. In short, the error of this picture is amazing.

If you can't get other information and just follow this picture and that poem that doesn't understand, Merlin will be destined to be disappointed.

So in desperation, Merlin had to turn to magic again...

Although wizards are part of human civilization, wizards have their own heritage. They began to try to draw the general terrain of the world more than a thousand years ago.

The wizards knew hundreds of years earlier than Magellan that the earth was round, and some wizards with exploratory spirit even made the world map in their eyes.

And the best thing is that every version of these magic maps that have been passed down more than a thousand years ago is properly kept by the wizards.

That's what Merlin needs.

To understand a map from hundreds of years ago, he should not use modern maps to compare, he should use the map from that time as a reference. Therefore, he commissioned Little Hermione in London to buy him a book called "The World in the Eyes of the Witcher" in Diagon Alley. It was a boring history book, but it contained a complete rubbing of all the magic maps.

2 months later.

In a hotel in Paris, Merlin held parchment in one hand and compared it with the other on a magic map of the thick history book that can be enlarged and reduced.

Since the book came to him two months ago, he has spent all his time in search of useful news besides going to work and practicing magic. But there are so many details on the map drawn by the wizards.

This method of following the map is very effective, but Merlin has no choice.

Now that the Spring Festival in 1993 has just passed, satellite map technology has developed and improved.

There is even such technology at the Paris base, but that is not something that Merlin can use at will, not to mention that he doesn't want to reveal his secrets.

But the good news is that more than two months of hard work have finally paid off tonight.

On the magic map that was enlarged to the extreme in front of Merlin, he finally found a place that was extremely similar to the details of the map of parchment.

"It turned out to be Nordic 500 years ago"

Merlin picked up a pen and drew a circle on the magic map. He picked up the wand at his hand and slapped it gently. On the white paper in front of him, the black signature pen seemed to be held by an invisible hand and began to slide quickly on the paper.

Transcribing a spell, a simple but practical magic. As long as the magic power of the spell caster is sufficient, the pen that is cast can completely copy all the words and pictures like a printer.

After a few minutes, the transcription spell is completed.

Merlin stretched out his body, folded the parchment paper and the magic book together, and put it back into the wooden box where he was carrying the book. He himself took the details of the map that had been printed and walked to the wall behind him, where a huge map of Europe hung on the wall.

Merlin's finger was searching for the Nordic area of ​​the map, and a few seconds later, his fingers were pointed somewhere on the map.

"Norway!"

Merlin narrowed his eyes, stared at the circle on the map in front of him, picked up the brick-like cell phone from his hand, and dialed a number.

"John, I feel a little uncomfortable, this morning, and I start bleeding again."

Merlin coughed twice, and he reached out to pick up the travel bag he had already sorted out. While speaking, he put Lora and the box of magic books into his worn magic pocket, and then put the magic pocket that was sealed into his close-fitting pocket.

He said:

"I need to take a while off. Forget it, take the annual leave in advance and go back to Clayton to find that magical doctor. It may take half a month. Well, I will make up the procedures after I come back. Please give me a headache."

"By the way, the cigar you are obsessed with, I will definitely help you with enough for ten years when I come back this time? It's too exaggerated!"

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5 days later, Norway, Tremaca National Park.

Merlin's figure walked out of the air, carrying a backpack and a baseball cap, like an ordinary backpacker.

He held a modern map in his hand, climbed up to the heights from time to time, and compared the terrain. He had been searching here for a day, and he was getting closer and closer to the last treasure land.

But it also went deeper into this vast forest. Last night, Merlin even encountered a predatory brown bear.

Deep in this national park, there are many towering fir trees. This place is a primitive and natural scenery, and there is no human creation at all.

As she got closer and closer to her destination, Merlin's doubts became heavier and heavier.

He is a semi-finished super warrior with magic, and it is very difficult to walk in this barbaric land. 500 years ago, could anyone survive here?

More importantly, who exactly did it lay magical objects in this corner that was almost forgotten by the world? Why did he leave a map?

Also, what exactly is the so-called "things given by gods" in the puzzle of the poem?

Is it really a weapon left by God in the world?

Is there really a God in this world?

Merlin's heart was filled with questions one by one, but he could not find the answer. After becoming a wizard, Merlin became more and more curious about the ancient secrets hidden under the world.

Agents and wizards are two professions that deal with secrets. Merlin can foresee that in the future, he will inevitably know many amazing secrets.

Just like this secret-driven adventure. Merlin didn't really care what he could get in the end. Maybe what he cared about was actually these secrets themselves.

"arrive!"

At dusk, Meilin came to a rugged mountain without any characteristics. He stood beside a circle of circular stones and looked at the trees in all directions. In front of him, there was a particularly tall fir tree with a diameter of as wide as three people.

Merlin put the map back in his pocket, and he knew that he had arrived at his destination.

Of course, it's not through guessing riddles.

In the dissipating darkness, Meilin could feel that in the center of the particularly huge fir tree in front of him, at a height of about 30 meters, deep in the tree trunk, something that did not belong to this tree was hidden.

That's metal!

It's a completely different thing from the aura emitted by trees.

That should be what Merlin is going to find.

"Swish"

The red magic wand fell into Merlin's hand, and accompanied by the chanting of the shattering spell he had just learned, a huge force gathered by magic power hit the fir in front of him, like an invisible punch, or like a battle axe slashing down in the air, and the tough bark flew everywhere.

“reduto!(Smashing Curse)”

"Then let me see it"

Meilin waved his hand, and another less skillful crushing spell flew out, tearing the dents on the tree even bigger.

"The answer to this secret!"

"Boom, boom, boom"

After throwing out three crushing spells in a row, Merlin was a little tired. He picked up the water cup and took a sip of water to relieve his spirit.

The dark magic in his body is still growing, and its total amount is much greater than that of an ordinary little wizard.

But Merlin had a problem with self-taught magic. He lacked the guidance of experienced wizards. He was slow to learn new magic. The more advanced the magic, the more demanding and complex the requirements for magic manipulation, and their own magic models were.

The simplest magic trick only requires a few syllables to match a simple mana model.

But now the crushing spell used by Merlin has gone from the scope of magic tricks. There are 11 syllables for a crushing spell, and its magic model is even more complex like a three-dimensional composition. Merlin took 20 days to barely master it.

However, in magic textbooks, the crushing spell is still a primary standard spell, or even a relatively simpler type of primary spell.

Those complex spells, such as protective spells, and more advanced transformation spells, are almost several times more difficult than crushing spells, which makes Merlin very pessimistic about the prospect of learning magic.

He could only hold the Magic Book for 3 years. Even if he was optimistic, Merlin might not be able to learn even one-third of the standard spell when he returned the books.

So Merlin made an important decision a few days ago. He no longer greedily, but chose some more important spells to him in the spells, as well as more practical potions and alchemy. As for the disciplines of divination, he could only give up.

"boom"

Another crushing spell hit the fir in front of him, accompanied by the crackling sound of tree trunks. Under the night, a silver light finally appeared in front of Meilin.

He put away his wand, turned into black fog, and floated into mid-air. He looked at the thing in front of him, it looked like a stick, and there were irregular cracks on both ends of the stick, which seemed to indicate that the thing was not complete.

It is part of something. Perhaps the three paragraphs behind the parchment represent three things. Combining them together is a complete magical object.

While thinking, Merlin condensed his left hand and tried to remove the silver stick-like object in front of him that had merged with the tree trunk.

But just as his fingers touched the silver short stick, a violent, bloodthirsty desire to destroy, rushed into Merlin's body like a flowing force.

At that moment, the black fog he had transformed suddenly rolled up and forced his fingers that touched the silver short stick. The next moment, he was safely returning to the ground as the black fog drifted.

Merlin gasped violently, forcibly suppressing the desire for destruction that was roaring in his heart.

His soul is getting stronger and stronger, and it is not difficult to suppress the desire for destruction left in his mind. He looks at his trembling fingers, with red scars on his fingertips, like a brand. In Merlin's spiritual vision, he can still see the remaining red light spots on his fingers.

Just like the light of blood.

That thing, that weird thing, instinctively desires blood and killing. Talia did not deceive him. The secrets contained in those parchment were indeed a powerful and extremely offensive magical creature.

But the problem is that he dares not take risks now because the thing in front of him is a bit weird.

He shook his fingers that seemed to be burned. He once again transformed into black mist and floated in the air. He carefully looked at the short silver stick embedded in the trunk in front of him. In his spiritual vision, he saw more details.

It was a metal stick with many strange characters on the surface. Perhaps because he was just touched by Merlin, there was still a faint magic light on the characters on the stick. Merlin couldn't understand the words, but he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have seen similar words in the magic book.

His upper body condensed in the air, and he reached out to take out the magic book, and searched while comparing. After several minutes, Merlin found the source of these words.

"It was the Rune Lun that let me see what these words say?"

Merlin was flipping through the rune phrases in the magic book. This thing is very ancient and is said to have appeared before the history of wizards. It was widely circulated in the Nordic region more than a thousand years ago. Germanic people also used this thing, and it seemed to be a spiritual rune related to religion.

Merlin compared the runes on the stick and searched for similar phrases. He was lucky enough to find a few characters that he could understand. But the meaning of the combination made Merlin even more confused.

"This word is, Divine Realm."

"Then, Asgard."

"The last one is the riot army?"

Merlin put together the books, and he looked at the evil thing in front of him, and he said:

"The gods' residences of the nine kingdoms in the Nordic myths of Asgard, that is, you are related to Nordic myths, right?"

A ray of light flashed in Meilin's eyes. He looked at the strange thing in front of him and said softly:

"you"
Chapter completed!