Wu Ming's noncommittal attitude made Alice secretly anxious. Tianlai Novel | 2
You know, Anthony, the master of magic, is not an elder of the Forest Elf Council, but he is also a well-known and powerful person in the elves.
The fact that The Book of Merlin can be praised by Anthony shows that while this book is extraordinary, it also silently improves Wu Ming himself.
After all, ordinary people can't come up with such a good thing, let alone the confidence to trade it. To be fair, Alice believes that even if she is the owner of the Book of Merlin, she would not be willing to trade it, let alone
Everything traded is high-end goods.
From this, it can be seen that the Book of Merlin may not be that important in the eyes of this mysterious visitor. The other party is more advanced than he thought.
"At the beginning of the establishment of the Arcane Empire, we need cutting-edge combat power to increase our bargaining chip. Even Master Anthony cannot understand this mysterious visitor. He should not be easy to deal with. We must win him over to the empire."
Thinking of this, Agris took a deep breath and said: "Sir, there are many more of these magic books in your hand in our tribe. Our prairie elf tribe has the most complete magic library, as well as various precious
Ancient documents. I hereby extend an invitation to you, inviting you to visit the prairie elf tribe and exchange magic with the sages."
This time, Aglis only talked about magic exchanges and no longer mentioned joining the Arcane Empire, and at the end she named her a sage.
Seeing what Alice said so tactfully, Wu Ming's eyes showed a bit of approval.
If it was just an academic exchange, rather than joining the Arcane Empire, he wouldn't mind making an extra trip if time allowed.
At that moment, Wu Ming nodded slightly, put on a relaxed tone, and asked: "How many sages are there in your tribe?"
Ai Ge Lisi looked happy and quickly replied: "There are three sages in our tribe, namely the Moon Night Sage, the Starlight Sage, and the Dawn Sage. Among them, the Moon Night Sage is our high priest.
, has the strongest strength of the ninth level. The other two sages are both eighth-level peak existences, and their magical attainments are enough to rank in the top ten among the entire elves."
Sage is an honorary title given to the most outstanding magic masters and the top wise men among the elves.
Wu Ming didn't know much about the elves, so he didn't know much about the value of this title.
However, Anthony, an eighth-level mage, can only be called a master, not a sage praised by others.
This shows that the weight of the title of Sage is by no means a standard configuration that will be given to those who reach the eighth level of strength.
"Let's take a look. If I have time, I will go there. Now, I need to study it first. These basic books will not go anywhere in a short time." Wu Ming concluded and said his own
View.
Hearing this, Alice was a little disappointed.
She opened her mouth to say something, but seeing Wu Ming's firm attitude, the rest of the words remained unsaid.
"We will stay here for half a month. You are welcome to come to me at any time." With regret, Ai Ge LiSi turned around and left.
Watching Alice leave, Wu Mingcai slowly withdrew his gaze and looked down at the magic book in his hand: "Sage, Arcane Empire, Magic Era!"
The elves value magic more than bows and arrows. If the Arcane Empire is truly established, the Magical Era will surely come.
Just now, he really wanted to ask, if the elven tribes were unified, would the grassland elves change their names, such as high elves?
You know, the elves have a long lifespan, and their lifespan is more than ten times that of humans.
If the grassland elf really has the idea of calling himself a high elf, it means that the mage army and the plane expedition will also be possible in the future. He has already reached a fork in his destiny.
"Witnessing the establishment of the Arcane Empire and the birth of the high elves, what a wonderful thing it is! If it weren't here and related to the world of Doraemon, I would really want to participate and become a part of the epic legend." Wu
Ming slowly looked back, sighed, shook his head and said: "What a pity, what a pity!"
What is a pity for Wu Ming is that this world is inextricably related to the world of Doraemon.
Affected by the timeline, Wu Ming was unable to guess whether the timeline of this world was unfolding normally.
If so, his participation in history is equivalent to an early investment, and he can bring back rich returns later.
On the other hand, if this world is the same as Doraemon's world, it belongs to an unlimited cycle of time.
Then, no matter what you do, it will be useless. Once you reach a certain point in time, everything will be overturned and started all over again. What you do now will be meaningless.
With regret, Wu Ming took the magic book and found Nobita and the others who were watching the performance.
Nobita and the others were sitting on the grass, watching two elves perform magic.
What these two elves perform is not orthodox magic, but the reasonable application of spells and magic.
The two magic balls of light seemed to come alive in their hands, constantly rolling around their bodies, and occasionally turning into the form of small animals.
Except for Nobita and the others, most of the elves watching were children. Each one of them looked at the gaudy performance, their palms turned red, and a few exclamations were heard from time to time.
"Whoosh!"
A magic ball turned into a little rabbit and jumped towards Wu Ming.
Wu Ming slowly opened his right hand, letting the little rabbit jump onto his palm and play coquettishly with him.
"Brother Wu, can you touch it for me?" Daxiong and several other people gathered around and wanted to touch this magic rabbit.
It's a pity that magic is a kind of energy, and the two elves performing it cannot convert reality into reality.
The little rabbit in front of me looks no different from an ordinary white rabbit, but it is more like a projector, and the reflection it projects has no physical existence.
"Ah, how could this happen?" He stretched out his hand and ran his fingers through the little rabbit's body. Nobita and the others were disappointed.
Wu Ming smiled softly, and a wave of cold air spread from his hands.
In an instant, the virtual magic rabbit transformed into a physical ice rabbit.
Countless cold air condensed into water droplets, giving the magic rabbit a substantial body, but it felt a little cold to the touch.
"I gave it to you. I blessed it with plasticity and activity magic, which will not dissipate within a month." Holding the Ice Rabbit's ears, Wu Ming gave the little rabbit to Nobita.
Nobita hugged the rabbit and cheered, but the two elves performing magic were a bit embarrassed.
Depriving others of their magic is the upper-level mage's suppression of the lower-level mage.
The two elves watched eagerly, and even with the elf demeanor, their ears were a little red.
Elves' red ears are just like a person's blush, which is a sign of shyness.
Wu Ming looked carefully and couldn't tell whether these two handsome elves were male or female.
He was so handsome that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female. Wu Ming secretly shook his head when he looked at her.
No wonder, the population of the elves has never increased. If you were in love and found out that the other person was the same sex when you got to bed, it would be a big joke.
"Hmph, long-eared elf!"
With malicious suspicion, Wu Ming withdrew his gaze and asked Fatty Lan: "I brought back a few magic books and was planning to study them. When will you go back, or are you going to play here for a few days?"
"Go back, we have been out for a few hours." Fatty Lan thought about the time, greeted Nobita and the others, and said: "Nobita, it's time for us to leave. Let's come over to play next time."
"No, I don't want to leave."
Under the cries of the naughty children, everyone embarked on the journey back.
Before leaving, Wu Ming looked back again and glanced at the magical world behind him.
If he comes back next time and the time here is still normal, he can make some preparations and confirm some of his conjectures.
"I hope my guess is correct, otherwise it wouldn't be fun!"
Wu Ming's eyes narrowed, he tightened his right hand, and sighed: "Time, what on earth are you?" (To be continued.)