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The serious damage caused by the war is immeasurable. Not only many humans and elves were killed and injured, but also countless innocent creatures were injured, and countless rare species were even destroyed. There was a lot of mourning, the people were in dire straits, and corpses were everywhere. Such a tragic scene finally angered people.
After meeting the King of Heaven, he ordered the God of Fire to come down to the next world to settle the dispute.
However, the God of Fire, who had a strong temperament, came to this prosperous place with an order. When he saw such a chaotic scene, he let out a huge fire when he was angry, and immediately turned the most prosperous area of the Gumeng Continent into a sea of fire.
In the end, this vibrant and prosperous area turned into ashes. Countless elves and humans did not escape this catastrophe and died. The elves who died with magic were unwilling and full of hatred.
A cloud of smoke drifted to another world.
It is said that this grievance-filled smoke soul will return to this prosperous area every winter every hundred years, emit magical sounds to attack humans, swallow their voices and souls, and then be imprisoned in their magic circles. Therefore,
Since the end of that war, no human has dared to live in this prosperous area, and it has gradually turned into a dense forest.
"Sad and unfortunate, we jungle creatures have become the scapegoats of human beings!" The wizard finished telling this story with a helpless and painful emotion, "But, this legend has actually been experienced by me personally."
"You mean this is your first time to experience something like this?" Zhang Jinguang stared at the wizard's face, but couldn't see any strange expression.
"If it wasn't the first time, would I still be alive?" The wizard didn't expect that Zhang Jinguang would still ask like this, as if he should have experienced many times, and couldn't help but shudder at the thought that he could survive.
"Since you have no experience, how come you are the only one in the tribe who can still breathe? What's more, your kung fu is no better than other goblins, and even compared to Huang Da Lai, your physical strength is far, far behind."
It turned out that Zhang Jinguang couldn't figure out the reason why the wizard was spared.
"Because I am a wizard!" The Goblin Wizard answered very simply, which sounded like a joke to Zhang Jinguang.
When the wizard saw Zhang Jinguang, he was still staring with doubtful eyes. Because there was not much flesh on his face, these eyes were very protruding, making the eye sockets deep-set, and the eyes naturally became very big. Because of these eyes,
The wizard was so familiar that Zhang Jinguang's entire face had undergone fundamental changes, and he was gradually transforming from a zombie's face to a young man who had just grown up, without the wizard noticing anything strange. In the eyes of the wizard,
Zhang Jinguang was always who he was in his mind, the patron saint who had saved their lives countless times.
Therefore, he did not want to hide anything in front of Zhang Jinguang, so he explained to him again: "In our Goblin tribe, wizard is a sacred profession and the most respected profession among all Goblins. When I was very young, I
My dream is to become a wizard respected by all the goblins. It happened that there was an old wizard in my tribe. When he saw me, he fell in love with me and thought I was the smartest kid in the tribe, so he accepted me as his disciple.
.I began to learn witchcraft under the guidance of the old wizard and followed his earnest teachings.
Indeed, I was smart and lived up to the expectations of the old wizard. I quickly learned some simple spells and witchcraft. The old wizard was very happy, doted on me even more, taught me more attentively, and accumulated all the skills he had accumulated throughout his life without reservation.
He taught me everything. In the end, because of my hard work and intelligence, I mastered the skills of the old wizard and became a young and outstanding wizard in the Wange tribe.
On the day I started my apprenticeship, Master called me to his side and told me the above story about the war between elves and humans with a solemn face. Master repeatedly warned me: when I hear the strange sound of the smoke elf soul,
, I must cast witchcraft and telekinesis spells immediately to suppress the attack of the magic sound, and maybe it can save my life.
Finally, the old man held my hand and said sincerely: 'Although I have never encountered such a thing in my life, I sincerely hope that this is just an ancient legend, a story that will never appear in the thousand-year-old jungle!
'
However, the old wizard's hope finally came to nothing, and the magic sound finally appeared among the goblins of our generation. Just as you have experienced, just yesterday, we experienced life and death together.
Although I inherited the old wizard's spells and witchcraft, my skills could not compete with the magical sounds of the elves, and I collapsed quickly. After all my companions died, I finally passed out.
Fortunately I met you, otherwise, I would still die in this cold snow."
"Oh, that's it." Zhang Jinguang suddenly realized, and the scene of the demonic sound attack was so painful again, "If the small crystal on my forehead hadn't cleared up the smoke, I might not have been able to wait.
I'm here to save your chance."
"That small crystal on your forehead?" The wizard seemed to have just noticed that there was a small crystal on Zhang Jinguang's forehead. He looked at his forehead and asked in surprise, "Isn't that your third eye?"
Zhang Jinguang ignored the wizard's surprise, but suddenly remembered the story the wizard had just told. Remembering that the wizard said that the smoke was caused by the soul of the elf, and thinking of those magical sounds, he couldn't help but be scared to death, and shouted in panic:
"Oh no, no! The small crystal on my forehead absorbed these magic sounds, swallowed up the entire smoke, swallowed up those lonely souls and evil spirits, and allowed all those magical spirits to enter my life. What should I do?
good?"
When the wizard saw Zhang Jinguang spinning around in a hurry, the smart wizard immediately started to use his brain to think of a way for him. The smart wizard quickly understood the reason why Zhang Jinguang remained the same after swallowing the elf smoke, so he couldn't help but
He laughed and teased: "Haha, after working on it for a long time, do you now know how powerful the magic sound is? Why don't you spit it out quickly?"
Zhang Jinguang looked even more panicked when he heard what the wizard said. He started to gag, as if he wanted to vomit out those souls. At the same time, he scratched his chest again and again, trying to get out all the magic sounds that had been stored in his body.
; while shouting:
"Yes, yes, come and help me. It's terrifying to absorb their voices, but they also absorb the souls of elves. Wow... wow... is this serious? They can also use magic circles! What to do, what to do?
?”
The wizard saw that this joke was too big and made his savior panic and uneasy. He couldn't bear it and hurriedly advised: "Hey, great god! Listen to me, if these spirits and their magic sounds have any influence on your life,
If you were a threat, would you still be alive today? I'm afraid these spirits would have been wiped out long ago, and it's impossible for me to be saved by you! So..."
"So there is something in my body that can fuse with them, dissolve their magic, and use it for me. Is this the credit of the small crystal?" Zhang Jinguang heard what the wizard said and thought it made sense, so he continued.
"Yes, yes! That's right!" Seeing Zhang Jinguang calm down, the wizard breathed a sigh of relief.
But Zhang Jinguang shuddered when he thought of so many souls stored in his body and carrying such complex and magical sounds. He couldn't help but murmured to himself:
"This...this, this magic sound...the sound of magic...the ever-changing magic circle...the soul-stirring spirit!"
When he said the word "elf", he suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly: "Oh, by the way, let's go find Sylvie. Doesn't she know magic? Let her help me remove the magic sound in her body.
Summon the spirit soul!"
"Sylvie?" The wizard did not expect that Zhang Jinguang would suddenly think of Sylvie, and regretted that he had told him a story about humans and elves.
"Well! What kind of contract did she promise to sign with me? Why not go find her." Zhang Jinguang looked very interested, even a little excited, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
"This..." The wizard hesitated and looked very embarrassed. Although Sylvie was a summoning magician and rarely harmed or summoned them, once the goblins were summoned by her, their life would be like cannon fodder.
It's uncomfortable and extremely life-threatening.
Therefore, as a goblin wizard, they definitely don't want to see her. What's more, she only comes to them every time, and they have never taken the initiative to find her. After all, they have no way of knowing where Sylvie lives.
Where is the demon world?
"Unwilling?" Zhang Jinguang noticed the wizard's particularly complicated expression, and couldn't help but think of the scene when Sylvie summoned his tribe, so he sympathized with his difficulty. In addition, he learned from the Poison King Yikans that
Knowing the power of the magician and knowing that the devil world where Sylvie lives is a particularly difficult place to find, he understood the other party's difficulty and said:
"If that doesn't work, why don't we go find Yikansi? Anyway, all of your tribe was killed. Just like me, you have nothing to worry about and are single." Zhang Jinguang changed his strategy in order to "save the country through curves" and looked for Yikansi.
If you have the opportunity, can you meet Sylvie?
Because, being able to find Sylvie was the best of both worlds. After all, in his mind, that beautiful girl and her sweet appearance had always been there.
"Yikans?" The wizard felt confused when he heard this strange name. He thought Zhang Jinguang was confused by the spirit soul and started talking nonsense.
"Yes, don't you know him? A famous Poison King. He said he lived in Mendicla City." Zhang Jinguang never expected that the wizard didn't know the Poison King yet.
"City of Mondikla!? City of Mondikla?!" the wizard muttered with a somewhat dazed expression.
Zhang Jinguang saw that he was getting more and more confused, and his eyes gradually became dull. It was obvious that the wizard did not know the city of Mendicla, and Zhang Jinguang suddenly felt very disappointed.
As a result, Zhang Jinguang's wish to get out of the jungle of Gumeng Continent failed again.