Bo Rong and his younger brother sat under the light.
Since yesterday, the night wind in the mountains seems to have become much softer.
Even from such a high place, I have never heard those strange screams.
"Bata..."
The attic was very quiet, with a group of children sitting there peacefully.
Bo Rong vaguely heard the sound of wizard Bo Liang smoking a dry cigarette downstairs.
Until the night was dark, no one came up.
Instead, I listened to the hunters passing by talking about the mountains.
I know that lately, the spirits around me are a little unstable.
Borong glanced at his companions and his younger brother from the corner of his eye.
Most of them are children from the village.
But there are also some that are so unfamiliar.
Thinking about the outsiders who came at noon before, I guess they were from other villages.
Definitely not a foreigner.
The hundreds of thousands of people living in the mountains are naturally different from other places.
Although Bo Rong has never seen it, he still has some vague understanding.
She is born smart.
The wizard Boliang once discussed with his mother and wanted to teach her the magic skills.
But he was rejected by Bo Rong's mother.
At that time, Bo Rong was the only daughter in the family.
The mother was afraid that if she broke the banyan tree, her blood would be cut off.
Wizard Boliang probably thought of this, so he didn't come to the door again.
Thinking of this, Bo Rong felt a little dazed.
She heard the elders in her family talk about witchcraft and sorcery.
The people in the village also respected and feared Wizard Boliang.
But Bo Rong has never been seen.
She is already in her prime years.
Among all the young children, he seemed quite abrupt.
I don’t know what Wizard Boliang thinks.
But at this moment, Bo Rong only felt that there was a strong wind.
As the lights flickered, a person walked out of the attic with a frosty and solemn look on his face.
He didn't look like someone from the mountains.
The man looked at the many children sitting in meditation and just grinned:
"I am Yi Xia. Wizard Boliang has asked me to talk to you about some magic."
"I don't know much, but I am good at making fire cause miasma."
"Today, I will tell you about the method of making fire..."
So the lecture began.
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"Obstacle! Mother Earth curses you!"
The tauren holds a totem in its right hand and a mahogany sword in its left hand, which is more like a toy to it.
A string of rosary beads hung on his chest.
It glared angrily at the filthy water ghost in front of it, and its roar echoed through the sky.
The water ghost looked at the distorted tauren with a blank expression.
I just feel that nowadays, the spirits have also learned how to obey the monsters.
For a moment, the consciousness full of resentment actually had a sense of broadening its horizons.
In the next moment, the tauren was waving a totem and smashed his body into a blur.
The tauren took the opportunity to get closer again, and stabbed him in the vital part with his sword.
Only a sound like corrosive sulfuric acid was heard, and the water ghost disappeared completely in a short time.
The tauren stopped and gathered up the relics of the water ghost.
A large pit was dug nearby and placed in it.
He also recited the sacrificial texts of each sect, which was a wonderful way to increase the reputation of the local sect.
Today is the last day to stay in this copy.
Although, it no longer makes much sense to increase your reputation.
But these days, the tauren have developed a habit.
Even the mechanical gunners began to think about how to micro-carve scriptures and spells on bullets:
She found that this had a pretty harmful effect on spiritual life.
Moreover, it seems that there is not much need for mana with too strong characteristics.
It doesn't even seem to be closely related to faith.
Even their local sect disciples have a rather subtle attitude towards the belief in some gods.
The mechanical gunner felt that he had become more knowledgeable.
The multiverse is endless, and there are always endless weird and weird planes to encounter.
"Lao Niu, please hand over the task soon, it's time to settle the matter."
The mechanical gunner looked at the minotaur who was still mourning the scriptures and shouted loudly.
Lao Niu calmly finished reading the last verse.
I just threw myself an acceleration spell.
Feeling that the writing might be lacking, I took out a syringe from my backpack and gave it a shot.
After thinking about it for a while, I also put a talisman on my leg for quick travel.
Then he ran at full speed towards the area where the villages and towns handed over tasks.
"You want to return home?"
"Yes, it is man's great desire to return fallen leaves to their roots."
"It seems that you have already understood the taste of this place."
Hearing Lao Niu say that he was leaving, the old monks in the town were stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Then, he seemed to have thought of something again.
He took a picture album from the side.
Lao Niu took a look and saw that it should be newly painted.
The old monk slowly unfolded it.
Then, looking at the familiar face above, Lao Niu was stunned.
People, they probably know each other.
But, what does it mean to catch a dragon in his hand?
Lao Niu fell into deep thought...
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"Network prompt: Dungeon settlement is in progress..."
"Network prompt: It is detected that the leader's treasure chest has not been opened. Should it be merged and settled?"
"Please note: After the merger is settled, the probability of rare rewards related to the instance can be superimposed without an upper limit and its limited output can be increased, but the unopened boss chest will disappear permanently."
"PS: Only boss treasure chests that qualify for honorable kills can be merged and settled in the relevant dungeons of challenge mode."
Looking at the prompt information refreshed on her retina, Yi Xia directly selected the overlay with her consciousness.
Pure mid- to low-quality rewards no longer mean much to him.
Because, after nearly seven days of hunting.
His inventory backpack is almost full...
Unfortunately, until the end, Yi Xia never found another spirit like the ginseng spirit.
But it doesn't matter.
He has "recorded" the breath of such existences with his stomach pouch.
If we meet again, it won't be as blurry as before.
As Yi Xia's consciousness was confirmed, new prompts began to appear on his retinas:
"Network prompt: Merged settlement successful..."
"Based on the treasure chests you merged and the final basic evaluation, your final treasure chest is: Legendary Rare Limited Challenge Super Giant Treasure Chest."
Then, Yi Xia looked through the wooden boards of the attic to the students practicing spells below.
It was just over six days, and he found that it was barely enough to talk about the power of fire.
Those indescribable spells would become extremely complicated and inefficient to describe and pass on in the form of language and text.
It takes sufficient cultivation and knowledge to condense it into a few words.
Later generations will need a correspondingly high level of understanding to restore it.
Yi Xia feels that not many of these students will be able to embark on the path of witchcraft in the future.
Yi Xia looked at the students who were calling fire.
Amidst the singing mixed with various accents, a faint light of fire appeared in the palm of a student.
Yi Xia thought for a moment, should her name be Rong?
Maybe he is a witch...
Yi Xia nodded, and then chose to leave the instance.
There are enough sacrifices, it’s time to prepare the sacrifices...