Jonas reflexively tilted his head back, but the iron gate was, after all, a long vertical board. If the upper road was not blocked, he ran down the road, and with a huff, he stuffed it between the old mage's legs, and received a fatal blow.
chicken.
"Fuck..." Jonas groaned and fell sideways to the ground. The bad guy who hit the door rushed in like a small whirlwind. He let out a high-intensity cheer from his mouth and walked away with a big step.
The old guy on the ground kicked me twice, once on the waist and once on the chest.
"Teacher! I learned it! Oh," the person who came was a rough young mage. He tripped over Jonas's body and staggered, falling onto the old mage's body with his knees first. "What the hell!"
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"It's me!"
At this time, the young mage also realized that he had done something wrong, and hurriedly helped Jonas up, "Ah, teacher, you and we fell at the door? Who harmed you!"
The sulky and painful Jonas cursed out all the filthy words he had learned all his life, scaring the young man so much that he shrank his neck like a quail in the snow, his blue eyes wide open, looking blank and innocent,
Jonas lost his temper halfway through his scolding. He covered his injured old body and walked out the door step by step. He is now
He figured it out, he couldn't stay in this room for too long, even if he was buried in snow or frozen to death by the wind, he would never be in this unlucky place... A biting stream of frost hit his ravaged cheeks
, he instantly felt a tingling sensation from deep in his spinal cord, and the snow-white world in front of him was like a huge maw of chaos, waiting for him to donate his blood.
The young mage stared blankly at his mentor, who stood frozen at the door for a few seconds. Then, as if he had gone back in time, he retracted his legs that were in the air and walked backwards back into the room step by step.
If nothing else, it’s really warm in this room!
Jonas returned to the stone bench and sat down carefully with a stinking face, and then used his majestic face to cast a death gaze on the reckless man who hurt him.
Young Salido forced out a gentle smile and said, "Teacher, it's okay if you're okay. I'm here to tell you that I've completed the task you assigned me..."
Jonas muttered something and turned away to ignore this idiot.
The papyrus on the table was full of words, symbols and pictures. Jonas was feeling a dull pain all over his body. He wanted to read something to distract his attention. He took out a few pieces of paper at random and looked at the scrawled notes.
, due to his limited knowledge level, it was difficult to read, and his ears were filled with the chatter of his disciples. For a moment, Jonas felt like he was calming down.
There was a warm air coming from the layer of clothes on his chest, soaking the old mage's thin and weak body, giving him a rare vitality.
Jonas raised his eyebrows and took out a bone square amulet from his collar. It was a magical creation with ancient and exquisite enchanting techniques. Jonas's eyes shone when he saw it.
If this is a dream, then the boy hopes to wake up later, just because he has discovered the treasure of knowledge. Every word on every piece of paper on the table is radiating the light of wisdom, and he is just a skinny little fry.
Make efforts to absorb nutrients.
The young mage's high-intensity nonsense for three hours finally drove Jonas crazy. Taking advantage of the fact that the other party could not understand his words, the boy also started to talk nonsense. When Salido heard his mentor talking about something strange,
It was a familiar language, and I was immediately overjoyed, "Teacher, you have new knowledge! It's really amazing!"
Jonas looked at Salido with disgust, because this guy gave him a sense of déjà vu, like looking into a mirror.
Bah, I'm not that slimy! The boy immediately denied the possibility that he had any resemblance to this sand sculpture.
Salido suddenly began to chant a spell, and three seconds later he unleashed a thaumaturgic language on himself.
This mysterious magic that has been lost in later generations allows the caster to understand and use any communication method that has existed for a long time. However, it does not last long, and it is difficult to enchant items, so it is an emergency measure.
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"...You are such a noisy bird. I don't understand it at all and I don't want to hear it. I'm really convinced that you can talk for so long. Forget it, one minute or two minutes. Two or three hours. You are really amazing. You can be so capable."
Why don't you go to the two armies to quarrel and fight? Maybe you won't have to fight from day to night. That would be a great good deed..."
"Teacher, do you dislike me?" Salido expressed his grievance.
Jonas yelled in horror, "Do you understand? What?"
Salido scratched his face, "I just used a proficient language."
"Give me one too!"
Half an hour later, Jonas finally learned this extremely practical magic. Then he ignored Salido who continued to talk and began to read the notes on the desk attentively.
After an unknown amount of time, Salido had quietly left. Jonas looked up from his desk with a confused look on his face. He found that he could not remember the content. It was so profound and obscure that if he tried to read it forcibly, he would have a severe headache and confused hallucinations.
listen,
Phantom smells, phantom touches, and some patterns even gave him the weird look and feel of a living creature, like an invisible deep-sea giant squid swimming around the room, its cold and powerful tentacles gently tapping his back, giving him a strong thistle scent.
, and also made a sputtering sound.
If it weren't for the wonderful inspirations that kept popping up in this body's mind and the talisman on his chest that kept bringing vitality, Jonas would have given up trying long ago.
The messy fragments of knowledge were mixed together in a muddy mind like a confusing puzzle, and gradually they were combined into several powerful spells. Jonas could feel the tremor of the magic energy, and the bones of the earth were like the clouds and mists being pushed aside.
The mountains reveal a majestic and magnificent figure.
This is a powerful force, the power to change the world with will... incredible.
Jonas became more and more immersed in the vast sea of notes. Time passed, and six days passed in a hurry. During this period, countless people knocked on the door, but they disappeared without waiting for a response, leaving the boy with a quiet environment. However, such a comfortable
The atmosphere was forcibly broken by two men.
"Father!"
"dad!"
Jonas turned his head and said, "Which two sons are calling me?"
Two snarling Nord men rushed into the door, "Father, did the second brother come to see you?"
"The second child?" Jonas recalled for a moment. Is it the man with eyes like an eagle? "It seems so."
"Don't believe a word he says!"
The two guys with snow falling on their bodies squeezed into the house, and Jonas forcibly stopped them before their wet shoes hit the unsorted papers on the ground.
There is no second chair in the room, which is surprisingly simple. The two sons were already prepared. They brought two spare small wooden stools from the corridor and sat down peacefully as soon as they leaned against the wall. They looked like two
The bear squatted on the apple, and the wooden bench made a worrying creaking sound.
Jonas rubbed his painful head, "Then what do you want to say?"
The sons were embarrassed, but before they could say anything, the second son also barged in.
Jonas looked towards the door, when a cold light pierced his chest.
The second brother put down the long bow in his hand with a cold face. His brothers seemed to be stunned and silently watched Goldo fall to the ground little by little.
Jonas felt the blood pouring into his mouth along his lungs, like mouthwash, sliding through the gaps between his teeth and blowing bubbles. The invisible giant squid in the room now took shape and floated in front of his eyes. The fireball on the ceiling slowly
It collapsed, and golden sparks and fire waves covered the upper part of the room, like a sea.
A heartfelt realization rose in my heart that death had come.
Galdo, a respected old mage, was murdered by his own son.
He lay on his back, and the last scene he saw before his death was an illusion. The strange monster of the deep sea lowered its tentacles, just like the aerial roots of a banyan tree, pulling his soul out of his body and hanging upside down in the air, above a gorgeous sea.