"interesting."

The incarnation of Xuan Weizi was sitting on a piece of exposed black rock, looking at a mine below. There were seven or eight hundred farmers in ragged clothes. Most of their weapons were dung forks and hoes. They looked very poor, but they were unusual.

His swollen muscles steamed with the heat of winter, his eyes glowed with a ferocious red light that could be seen, he bared his teeth and gasped for air. Under the leadership of the first few spellcasters, he charged towards the mine without fear of death.

I saw the farmers in the back row swinging their slings and throwing out dozens of fruits - fruits? Yes, they were fruits. They looked like red tomato fruits. They expanded rapidly in mid-air, like balloons that were blown up quickly, and flew by.

The mine wall exploded over the heads of the guards.

A series of dazzling bright lights and violent thunder, accompanied by the spread of colorful flames. Although compared to the most classic third-level arcane "fireball" of the mage, the direct killing power is far inferior. But it is accompanied by strong light and thunder, which makes no one

The ordinary soldiers who were exposed to protective spells were temporarily blinded on the spot, deafened in both ears, and screamed and waved their weapons.

"Oh? Is this a shock bomb and a flash bomb?" The incarnation was a little surprised. Although the sound of explosions reached him, it was more like hearing the sound of children lighting firecrackers randomly downstairs.

In the blink of an eye, like ants climbing the wall, the farmers climbed over the wall on their hands and knees and attacked the panicked mine guards. They used hoes, butcher knives, and even biting their teeth to submerge the inside of the wall in the blink of an eye.

However, mines like this one located in the Black Rock Province basically have mages stationed there. Although this mine is small in scale and has only one low-level mage, it only needs a scroll of "Short Message" to

Report the situation here and let higher-level mages teleport here to support the battle.

"They're just a bunch of refugees who don't have enough to eat. Hold it! Hold it!!" The low-level mage who was holding a wand in a panic was not young. He raised his hand and cast a "scorching ray", and the orange-red flames covered a person.

Half of the body of the refugee who tried to get closer was burned into charcoal.

The low-level mage was extremely angry. Seeing that the mine guards were unable to hold on, he slobbered and roared at the other miners: "Come on! What are you doing standing around here? Go and kill all these homeless bandits!"

The miners only carried shovels and shovels in their hands, and their faces and hands were covered with dirt and mud. They were no better than the group of refugees who attacked the mine. I heard the leader of the miners say nervously:

"Sir, why don't you hide in the mine? As long as the mine is blocked, these refugees won't be able to rush in."

The low-level mage's eyes lit up as he saw more and more refugees climbing up the wall. There were only forty or fifty people guarding the mine. Even if there was an occasional flash of magic light, it was frightening to see them being torn apart alive by the crazy red-eyed refugees.

The screams came, and the low-level mage no longer hesitated:

"You're right, enter the mine!"

After saying this, the low-level mage turned around and rushed into the mine without caring about garrison discipline and resistance to the end. Regardless of the other miners, he turned back and closed the door, and then used spells and gestures to make the sticky tenacity

The "Spider Web Technique" blocks the mine tunnel and keeps everyone else out.

"It's okay, it's okay! The news should have spread. How dare these refugees attack the mine? When the supporting mages arrive, they will not only kill you all, but also extract all of your souls to make enchanting materials!"

The mage held tightly the inferior wand with only three "lightning beams" charged in his hands, staring nervously outside the mine, fearing that the crazy refugees would rush in.

He doesn’t want to do any bullshit about “making heroic sacrifices for the cause of the empire”! Only farmers and craftsmen with brains as big as domestic pigs and passionate young people would believe the bluffing words on the propaganda posters! Where is the new world?

, New World? When you come to the New World, won’t you still have to work hard, pay taxes, and then be eaten up?

If you don’t want to be eaten, you have to eat people! Only a mage, and only a mage can eat people!

The low-level mage was sweating at the thought of "cannibalism". The image of the crazy refugee tearing off the fingers of the mine guard and stuffing them into his mouth still lingered in his mind and could not be dissipated.

"Crazy, crazy!" the low-level mage cursed fiercely: "These refugees dare to offend our mage. We must deal with them severely in the future! It is not enough to remove the soul, the corpse must also be transformed into an undead spirit.

Creatures, and then use them as cannon fodder! All the women among the refugees will be sold to the orcs, and they will be played with until they are crippled and dead, and they will only be used as sows by the orcs!"

While the low-level mage was still chattering in the mine, there were violent explosions and vibrations from the mine outside, and a lot of gravel fell from the head of the low-level mage.

But it quieted down after about a minute, and the low-level mage immediately shouted excitedly: "So fast? The high-level mage from Huowu City must have arrived! Huh! How can the power of the high-level mage be resisted by the refugee bandits?"

Even if there are one or two spellcasters among you, the end will be..."

Boom!

Before the low-level mage finished speaking, the door of the mine was smashed by an external force, and a "Huh?" was heard from outside. Immediately, a little flame rushed onto the spider web, and after easily burning through the obstruction, a tall man wearing animal skins was revealed.

A man walked into the doorway, wearing a deer antlers crown on his head, almost inserted into the top of the mine tunnel.

"You were the one delivering the news just now, right?"

The man with the deer crown took off a bundle of thorn coils from his waist. When the spell was uttered, the thorn coils activated themselves. They shot out like a python and wrapped around the low-level mage. Before he could react to cast a spell, he was tied up with five flowers.

Like handling a domestic pig waiting to be slaughtered, he was carried out of the mine.

The low-level mage was choked by the circle of thorns and was suffocating and dizzy. He was about to struggle. As soon as he was taken out of the mine, he saw two mages high up being nailed to the wall with spears thrown. They refused to close their eyes.

There was also a mage whose head was bitten by a standing giant bear, and he let out a muffled scream. Then the giant bear bit his head and pulled it out, and was actually torn off.

The neck and several vertebrae were pulled out of the cavity.

The body of the headless mage was thrown aside, and the refugees with red eyes and crazy swarmed up to snatch the body, drinking the blood and eating the body and internal organs. The giant human bear was chewing the mage's head with great interest, and you could clearly hear the cracking and grinding of the bones.

A clicking sound.

"vomit--"

When the low-level mage saw this scene, he vomited on the spot. What kind of refugee bandits are these? They are clearly a group of beasts, a group of bipedal beasts with no bottom line and no rationality!

"What? Are you vomiting now?" The man with the deer crown said calmly, looking around as if looking at his own backyard, as if he was thinking about how to prune the garden.

The low-level mage's stomach kept twitching, and after vomiting for a while, he was left with only bursts of retching. He looked around and saw that the group of miners stood aside as if nothing had happened, not being harmed at all.

"You, you..." The low-level mage understood in a flash: "You bunch of mud-legged people, how dare you collude with the refugees?! Do you know how big a crime this is? Your family will all be sent to the gallows! And you!

Can't this group of refugees just starve to death in the wilderness? Even if you are lucky enough to repel the first batch of reinforcements, there will definitely be high-ranking mages who will come after hearing the news, and then you will die without a burial place!"

The man with the deer crown knelt down and patted the low-level mage's face with his rough hands like an old farmer: "Is it a pity that you will starve to death in the wild? What a pity. Humans are animals first. No animal would choose to starve to death obediently, only the old and the weak.

They are too sick to run or catch up. As long as there is a chance of survival, animals will try their best to fight for it. This is the law of survival outside civilization and in the wilderness."

When the low-level mage heard the Man with the Deer Crown spoke a well-spoken Common Tongue, which was the accent of the Camelot region of the empire, and saw him dressed in an animal skin and deer crown, he suddenly realized:

"You, you are the Druid of the Green Circle?!"

"Not bad, it seems that we, the Green Ring and the Druids, will not be reduced to legends in the old papers in the study." The man with the deer crown gave a standard noble meeting ceremony to the low-level mage: "Onvino Pandra.

Gong, hello to you."

"Pendragon! How is it possible?!" the low-level mage screamed. This is the royal surname of the Great Londinium Empire. A Druid of the Green Circle, such a barbarian, actually bears the royal surname of the empire.

, what magic joke are you kidding?!

"Why is it impossible?" The man with the deer crown obviously has the same clothing and appearance as the traditional druid, but his noble temperament is hard to contain, or he is more like the king of beasts in the wilderness.

"My ancestors founded the Great Londinium Empire under the guidance and assistance of the founder of the Emerald Ring, the Archdruid, the First Sage, and the Chief Magician of the Palace. The descendants of future generations will follow the oath of nature,

Isn't it normal to listen to the call of the wilderness?" Onwino said.

The low-level mage was in disbelief at first, and then shouted as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Sage Onvino, no! His Highness Onvino! Are you marching in the Black Rock Province to rebuild the Green Ring in the New World? I am willing.

Join! I used to be blind and ignorant, struggling to survive in the ocean of arcana, but I didn’t know that the truth lies in the silent call of nature. Today, after receiving the revelation from His Highness, I am willing to follow the path of the Druid!"

"Don't call me 'Your Highness'. The moment I chose to join the Green Ring, all things in nature were my relatives. When the empire and your mages annihilated the Green Ring, they did not hesitate for a moment because of my joining." Onvino.

Said: "But since you are so sincere, I can give you a chance to join the Green Ring."

The low-level mage noticed that the thorns around his body were gradually loosening. He was ecstatic. As long as he could save his life, it was not impossible to join the Green Circle! Even the three mages who came to support were defeated in the blink of an eye.

It can be seen that His Highness Onwino is very powerful!

Before the low-level mage could say thank you, Onvino waved to the giant bear and said, "As long as you can defeat him, you can join the Green Ring."

"What?" The low-level mage didn't understand at first.

Onvino smiled kindly: "Oh, this is the wilderness hunting ceremony of the Green Ring. According to tradition, we should find an ancient forest for you to fight. But I have to move elsewhere in a hurry, so everything is simplified. As long as

If you can defeat this berserker, you are a member of the Green Ring."

The low-level mage saw the giant bear approaching step by step. He was twice as tall as himself, with arms as thick as tree trunks, sharp claws like hooks, and bloodshot flesh between his teeth. He stared at the low-level mage as if waiting for the next step.

A hearty meal.

"Is this the only kind of initiation ceremony? Can you donate money to join? I still have..."

"Are you kidding?" Onvino looked unhappy: "Will you spend money to buy wood and leather against nature and wilderness? Wilderness hunting follows the law of the weak and the strong. The winner survives and the loser dies. It is a simple matter.

Yes? Why do you mages make it so complicated?"

"Death? If I lose...will I die?" The low-level mage feels that his reason is about to collapse. This kind of initiation ceremony is comparable to a cult. No, it is worse than a cult. There is no one who expects to kill the newcomers.

Cult?

"Hurry up, I'm still in a hurry." Onvino raised his hand and pointed at the group of frantic refugees behind him who had eaten the mage's body until only the skeleton was left: "If you refuse to agree, I will have to feed you to everyone.

"

"Are you kidding..." The low-level mage looked crazy: "You are all a bunch of lunatics, perverts, and barbarians! You should have completely wiped out your Emerald Ring from the beginning! Eliminate every one of you, including your soul.

Broken into pieces, it’s too dirty to use for enchantment——”

puff.

With a muffled sound, the Rendachi Giant Bear's slap directly hit the low-level mage's face, and his head was whipped away neatly. Blood spurted out from the broken neck, causing the frantic refugees to swarm forward and bite and gnaw at him.

"Oh, it's just a matter of life and death that has to be made so complicated." Onvino shook his head and sighed, then waved to everyone to evacuate the mine.

…

"Tsk, tsk, these are no longer homeless bandits, it would be more appropriate to say they are a herd of beasts." The incarnation on the mountain said: "Not only do they have a soul and spiritual connection with the natural world, but they also completely entrust their body and mind to the natural wilderness.

In the race for life and death, one is either the hunter or the prey...but this is ultimately narrow-minded and biased.

The changes in creation in nature are caused by the combined action of multiple factors, with different systems nested within each other. There is more than just a relationship between the hunter and the prey. Let’s ask which of the water, soil, light and heat that breeds life is the hunter, and which is the hunter.

Prey? Forget it, people still have to speak to people, and it is more appropriate to be obedient to beasts than to fight with fangs and claws."

After the incarnation of Xuan Weizi established the Xinggang Dharma Altar, he came to Black Rock Province to understand the situation of the refugee rebellion, but the result surprised him.

At first, he thought that after the Battle of Huowu City, the mages and officials at all levels imposed excessive taxes and led to the uprising. If that was the case, Xuan Weizi might use this to interfere with the personnel arrangements of the Black Rock Province, or at worst, use psychic powers to target some officials.

Carry out "education".

But when the incarnation came to the Black Rock Province, it was discovered that the peasant uprising here was actually related to the Green Ring. When Xuanweizi asked Tar Valon about this, the other party had to admit that the few remaining sages of the Green Ring were in

The New World only focused on their own development and missionary work, and there was no unified plan.

In the past, in the Old Continent, the Green Ring still had an assembly of sages as its leader, but now the Green Ring in the New Continent has actually come to the point where each one is independent.
Chapter completed!