Hill touched the black magic book with mixed feelings in his heart.
Although he had long known that his magic book had a vibrant energy cycle, and the power of Selune's silver moon was very good at stimulating the cohesion of the soul, so after being promoted to the artifact level, he began to slowly
His own will and soul appeared, but he really didn't expect that he was mature enough to think about such complex issues.
Although it was a bit too impulsive, but after all, the consciousness had just been formed, and he was still very young, so he was a bit impulsive.
If the artifact suffers a lot of damage when it first forms consciousness, it will really affect his future... Unless Hill later finds various soul-related rare materials and incorporates them into the magic book, it will be difficult for him to grow into a high-level artifact.
This is indeed the trust that the magic book has in its creator from the depths of its soul, but... what if?
People always like to protect themselves first.
Besides, what if something really goes wrong with Hill? It is absolutely impossible for him to become whole again after being scattered.
Even if Hill just fell into a deep sleep, he would not have to think about the future since he had not replenished enough soul energy during the most critical stage for the magic book.
Hill had never thought that it would be so difficult to leave the artifacts and plants that were so attached to him, let alone the resolute look in Liszt's eyes as he stood in the interstellar vortex and looked at him.
If he really couldn't go back, then... Hill sighed silently. This heavy trust also made him a little flustered and confused for a moment, and finally turned into determination.
Even though it seems like he is just traveling alone, he is never lonely, and so much love is enough to support him tenaciously until the end.
Hill stopped looking back... When he rushed into this area, Hill knew that he could only choose to take the risk himself.
Although there are no monitoring satellites on the periphery of those worlds... Fantasy worlds have long had such things. Elves like to use this kind of alchemical fortress to observe various galaxies... But if you want to turn around and leave, you will inevitably come into contact with someone who is specifically targeted at leaving.
The little organ of man.
As for the reason why there is no monitoring on the inside, it is because of the relatively powerful confusion formation, which is the kind of offset formation that can make people obviously walk in a straight line, but actually go around in a large circle.
But because this formation is generally used in conjunction with the phantom formation, Hill was really unaware of it at first.
But Hill's inexplicable way around was already a blessing given to Trahill by fate. It was simply impossible to get out without being noticed by anyone.
He didn't even dare to contact the elemental world.
With a bitter smile, thinking about Oasis who might contact him at any time, Hill reached out to cut off the too close connection between himself and the elemental world... Because of the contracts with the elemental lords on his body, Hill even sealed himself
With his natural attributes, mages can tell at a glance that he is a person favored by the elements.
In the past, Hill always thought that as long as he was concealed enough, he now realized how closely he was connected with nature, so closely that it seemed that every step he took was stepping on the fingertips of nature's will.
Even in the starry sky, after completing this step, Hill seemed to feel that he had become much heavier.
The feeling of being hugged by the air while walking that had been with him ever since he was promoted to Legend disappeared for the first time.
He checked the black clothes on his body again, which were similar to the traditional mage robes of Toril, and confirmed that the material of the clothes was just ordinary shadow silk... This kind of material made of shadow itself can make his actions more concealed.
Increases the chance of hiding and slightly reduces the chance of spell casting failure. Even in Toril, many mages like to wear it.
The wizards of the evil world will definitely like it more.
Originally, this thing should not be so easy for Hill to extract, and the shadows don't like him, but who would have thought that when he was in Toril, the daughter of the night was sitting next to Hill!
When he was drawing silk, Shar just smiled slightly, and Hill pulled out dozens of rolls...each roll was more than 100 meters long.
With such a good opportunity, he couldn't just draw it once, right?
So after reviewing his too-pure materials, Hill chose this more suitable one.
It’s impossible for the mages in this world not to be able to do it.
Hill also specially made a dozen identical robes for replacement, lest anyone think he was a bit extravagant.
Touching the blood-red hairband covered with spikes on her hair that was dyed black, Hill easily blended into a fragment of a meteorite that was rapidly falling towards the planet ahead: there was an archmage using the Eight Rings
Level meteorites fall from the sky.
When entering the planet's membrane, Hill couldn't help but frown... The archmage added an additional spell to his meteorite falling spell: capturing astral travelers.
Hill was certain that he would never be discovered.
Even if the connection with the elemental world is severed, the meteorite will not betray him.
As the extremely fast-moving meteorite hit the ground, Hill frowned and blended into the earth: Damn, the earth here has no activity at all.
Even the specialized testing ground for mages is a bit too quiet.
The earth will change as the nearby environment changes. Places that have been severely damaged will naturally turn into a brutal environment.
Even if the sky is full of yellow sand, it will not have such a lifeless feeling.
Even the bottomless abyss smells of sulfur!
This is already a bit close to the River Styx!
Hill calmed down and used all his strength to slowly sink into the soil... No, although he was close to the soil of death, he was not there yet.
This piece of land still wrapped Hill up at his stiffest and slowest speed.
But the time was just right. When Hill's last breath was wrapped up, the sound of conversation came from a few dozen meters away from him.
"Ah! Teacher's meteorites are getting better and better!" A male voice with a bit of a drake voice sounded first, "Not only are there enough in number, but they are also large in size, and they are all in the target area!
This way, you don’t have to take materials away from other magic towers, which is great.”
"Yes!" Another person sighed, "There are really fewer and fewer meteorites outside our world now, and I don't know when, even the three-year summons won't be able to get enough resources!
I heard from the people in the Black Mystery Tower next door that they were very unlucky last time. It was their turn after a long time, but they only got a few dozen yuan. Gee, I don’t know if they can survive the past three years if they make up for the material costs."
"If we can't survive, we will be swallowed up by other magic towers!" The drake voice said casually, "Didn't our tower accept people in the past few years?"
"Are you willing to see people like this coming?" Another person who had been silent until now suddenly said coldly, "Let's not talk about the kind of apprentices who are brought in by capable teachers. Anyway, they will only learn from their own teachers.
Divide resources.
But those apprentices who have lost their teachers but are young and have good qualifications... if they come, they will be a threat to us."
"What can we do?" The male duck said sadly, "Although we are already official mages, what do we mean?
Just do your best not to be pushed down by others, and don’t have any twisted thoughts.”
"Alas..." The other man who spoke in front couldn't help but sigh, "Jerry Buck, I know you are unhappy because your brother's resources were taken away by the newcomer, but you must not show it.
Do you know?
Now we all have to rely on the magic tower to live as a family, and we have to behave well for them.
Huh... Now, except for black taro, there is no edible food left!
And even black taro production seems to be declining."
"What?" Drake asked in surprise, "Can't black taro grow in volcanic ash?"
"Ha~ Our world doesn't seem to want to support so many people anymore." Jerry laughed a little coldly, "Otherwise, why do you think the Magic Tower has accepted more and more new apprentices in recent years? And each one is getting better than the last.
Good qualifications?
Only the residue left after our mages collect the materials can we grow normal food.
Then the worse residues that cannot grow food are mixed with the soil outside to grow black taro.
Now, the nobles have almost no power, and they have to ask mages to support themselves... It's different from the past, do you understand?
As long as the mages are unwilling, the nobles can't even afford to raise their own soldiers, let alone hire any mages!
The wealth accumulated by their ancestors no longer has the value to tempt the mage."