The third crow was circling and dancing over a courtyard in the city, and a moment later it landed on the old man's shoulder, showing a hint of intimacy.
"Palace, we need to discuss important matters!" The old man opened the letter and saw only a short line of small words. It did not explain what it was about, and it seemed very urgent.
"I don't know what the conqueror is talking about. Could it be that even the Pava Federation cavalry can't deal with it? Could it be that the experts from Jackdaw City can't solve it on their own."
"It doesn't matter, who calls me a foreigner? I can repay this kindness by putting in some effort."
The old man said this without any hesitation and walked out of the courtyard. There was no noble carriage and no servants accompanying him. If it weren't for the mage robe he was wearing, many people would probably regard him as an old man in his twilight years. p>
And because of his light green skin, outturned nostrils, and figure of nearly two meters tall, it is very difficult not to be noticed.
The old man's name is Croslod, a half-orc, a great mage of the dark system, and the holder of the Beast Bone String (magic weapon). Although he now lives in the Jackdaw City of the Pava Federation, his hometown is in the Golden Plains.
A habitat for all beasts.
Nearly a hundred years ago, Crossroad was still living in the habitat of all beasts, guiding the younger generation to practice magic every day. Alone, he regarded his students as the most cherished thing, because he taught very seriously, and he could even say that he spent all his money
Teach each other, no matter the children of ordinary orc families or the children of nobles.
In his eyes, each child only has different qualifications, and the only difference is hard training and wasted time. This is the nature of many orcs, which can be called honest, but can also be regarded as stupid.
"I think you should spend more energy on these children instead of grading everyone."
"And you are just a half-orc. Even if you are powerful, you must obey the orders of us nobles. This is the eternal rule of the habitat of all beasts."
"Also, our orc tribe does not recognize any great magisters. You must know that the shaman psychics of the Hetura tribe are the faith, and they are the embodiment of the Gaia Temple in the world. As for you, you are a strong person to say the least.
Even if it sounds ugly, it’s nothing more than a heresy!”
One day, several orcs came to Crossroad with their children. They showed no courtesy at all, and they were sarcastic and sarcastic just so that Crossroad could fully guide the descendants of the noble family in the future instead of wasting their energy on
On ordinary orcs.
This situation is very common in alien continents, because in principle, there is no such thing as a "magician" in the alien continent, but is called a "psyker".
In the orc tribe, this situation is even more serious. The orc tribe will only believe in the shaman psychics from the Hetura tribe, not the "magician heresy".
"Whether I am a 'heretic' or not is not decided by you guys. If this is what the Hetula tribe wants, I will naturally abide by it. But if it is what you guys want, please forgive me for my inability to do so!"
"And in this era, orc magicians have long been recognized by Wudun City, so these words do not have any threatening power, so it is better to say less."
Crossroad frowned when he heard this, and then replied softly. Although he didn't like the other person's tone, he didn't want to provoke any upper-class nobles.
Seeing that Crossroad was so disrespectful, the other party left with a few harsh words. However, from that day on, the number of ordinary orc magic apprentices decreased day by day, either because they were forcibly grounded by their parents or because of
Simply drop out of school.
This is the dirty trick of those upper-class nobles. They either threaten the use of their mansions or force them with job opportunities. "I don't know whether your children will eventually become strong, but I know that having no income means
This sentence deeply frightens ordinary orcs, so they would rather kill their children's talents than become destitute and become beggars.
"This is the final decision of the academy. No instructor agrees, but it cannot be changed." Half a year later, the academy finally dismissed Crossroads. It was only due to the pressure from the upper-class nobles and had nothing to do with Crossroads himself.<
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"I understand, these notes are my personal magic experiences when I was young. Although they cannot be said to be treasures, I believe they can still be helpful to the little ones."
"Dean, you don't have to feel so guilty. Everything is arranged by the old gods, just like I was born a half-orc."
Crossroad was not surprised when he heard this, and he had long expected that such a day would come. But when this day came, it was still hard to let go.
Crossroad returned home and stood quietly by the window looking at the hustle and bustle in the city. Suddenly, he felt lonely for no reason. Now that he could no longer teach those magic apprentices, he suddenly lost his life goal.
For three days and three nights, Crossroads sat at home, motionless as if dead. His brain stopped thinking, his pupils glowed gray, and he neither ate nor drank.
"That's all, I don't have any concerns anyway. Instead of suffering here, it would be better to go to the so-called 'Pava Federation', and maybe you will live more comfortably."
Crossroads was completely awake on the third night. He stood up and walked out of the room, and finally disappeared in the night. Only a vague sigh hovered in the habitat of all beasts, except for a few flying birds.
Outside Ye Xiao, no one heard anymore.
After stopping and walking, Croslod first went to the Hetura tribe to meet with the oracle and told him the news that he was about to leave the orcs. Then he passed through the rusty plains of the dwarves and finally landed on Sage Beach.
Get on a dhow and set sail for the Pava Federation.
Two years later, he stood in front of the conquerors, revealing the aura of the Grand Magister and swearing allegiance. Crossroads settled in Jackdaw City from that day on, reading ancient books or conducting magic experiments every day.
, life is extremely leisurely.
But just like the letter sent today, Crossroad must not hesitate to help the Pava Federation when it is in danger. This is the condition for him to exchange for his current life.
"Huh? There really is a great mage among the other party, and he is also a dark type like me."
"Forget it, I'll just blend in and blend in. I hope the other party is an opponent worthy of my respect."
Crossroad did not go directly to the palace, but ended up standing outside the alley of the small courtyard where Boom and his party were. Although he did not know how to "shade", the dark magician was good at sensing the enemy.
Breath, naturally Crossroad can quickly lock on Christine.
A string of strange necklaces dimmed its brilliance, and then Crossroad turned around and walked towards the palace, but he had no intention of meeting Christine now.
"Sit!" A moment later, Crossroad stepped into the palace hall. Upon seeing this, the conqueror ordered his servants to bring a wide chair. At this moment, in addition to the conqueror, there were already three peak experts gathered here. One of them was
The great magician of the explosion type, Bergman, the second is the great swordsman, Armstrong, and the third is naturally the great magician of the dark type, Crossroad.
However, the conqueror Paliograd still looked calm, as if there were still people who had not arrived yet. The air was heavy and oppressive, and none of the four had any communication, either thinking silently, looking out the window, or simply closing their eyes.