"What?" The chainmail warrior didn't understand: "Isn't it just a bunch of weird body movements and breathing techniques? It looks similar to armed guards. Even halfling rock climbers have this kind of attention."
"It's not the same." The curly-haired woman said: "For those who practice martial arts, any breathing and movement are to enhance the martial arts, or to strengthen the martial arts combat effectiveness by enhancing body coordination. And I think this guidance method actually pays attention to
The connection between spiritual awareness and breathing, the focus of exercise is awareness.”
"Exercise consciousness? Has this Olanso really found a way for ordinary people to learn psychic powers?" The chain-mail warrior said with distrust: "To train consciousness, it is better to follow the mages to train memory and logical thinking.
If you have intellectual talent and learn psychic powers, you can create fireballs."
"Intelligence is just a manifestation of psychic powers, just like bards can cast arcane spells, but they don't need rigorous rational thinking like mages." The curly-haired woman said.
The chain-mail warrior retorted: "That's because music and language contain specific logical laws. The bard is just some kind of innate intuition and musicality, and he can find out the power to guide magic."
"In this case, as long as there is a way to guide the inner psychic powers, it doesn't matter if you are a psychic who is born with awakened psychic talents, right?" The curly-haired woman said: "As for you, Enfas, you were smashed through the skull with a pickaxe.
After the priest used a miraculous cure, he accidentally awakened his psychic powers. Doesn't this just prove that psychic powers can be mastered through some kind of acquired transformation?"
The chain-mail warrior touched the top of his head and said, "Then do you think this is possible? Relying on a bunch of breathing techniques and slow and leisurely movements to guide psychic powers?"
"Didn't you hear that? Oranso cultivated a group of spiritual warriors in Pile Town." The curly-haired woman said.
"It's 'Doctor Olenso'." The chain-mail warrior emphasized his tone: "I can't say for sure whether he is your former student! Defeated 'Son of the Fire Demon' Fusman, and also blocked the legendary mage.
With Sidons’ magic, I am more willing to believe that he is an earthly saint of the church than the young apprentice who followed you around all over the place!”
The curly-haired woman shook her head, picked up the wine bottle at her feet, took a few sips, shook it, and said, "Do you still have 'Lord's favor' there?"
The chain-mailed warrior rolled his eyes: "The bottle you have in your hand is the last bottle, and you drank it all along the way. The twelve bottles of 'Lord's Grace' given to you by the head of Lilela, put them in Londinium
In the city, any bottle can be sold for three to four thousand gold coins, and you treat it as low-quality ale to quench your thirst... By the way, shouldn't a psion keep his consciousness clear? If you are drunk so often, won't it cause any damage to the brain?
?”
"Compared to you psions who are serious about learning psychic skills, I may be closer to a fanatic. In a drunken state, the state of disrupted perception and senses allows me to focus better." Curly Hair
The woman looked back and smiled: "You have to admit that there are so many people in the world who have different thoughts and ideas. Regardless of whether this Olanso is the Olanso I know, I can find a way to work.
The path to effective psychic energy is a major development of psychic powers."
The chain-mail warrior's distrust was written on his face: "Humph! Aren't those guys from the star realm still floating around all day long? I haven't seen many psychics taught by them. The last time I tried to communicate with them, the result was just
The short conversation gave me a splitting headache and nosebleeds. The hallucinations couldn't dissipate for half a month. When I tried to raise my hands, I ended up shaking my legs. When I tried to talk, I couldn't control my urine! It was driving me crazy!"
"Hey, I warned you before. You stare at the star world, and the star world stares at you." The curly-haired woman said: "For psychic powers, knowledge can be completely transformed into power intuitively. Manipulate energy, transform matter, and erode
Reality, interfering with time and space, can only be imagined, and nothing is impossible. A conventional mind cannot understand the mystery of psychic powers."
The chain-mailed warrior said dissatisfied: "Every spell caster is eager to tout the skills he has mastered as the highest and greatest magic, and even describe it as the essence of magic. This can be regarded as a boring arrogance of spell casters."
"Whatever you say." The curly-haired woman didn't care.
"Then what should we do now?" the chain-mail warrior asked: "There are no psykers as expected in Fire Dance City...except for the two of us."
"Go to Chaidui Town, there are many people there." The curly-haired woman opened her mouth to catch the last drop of drink.
The chain-mail warrior looked suspicious: "In what capacity are you going? Olanso's former teacher? With his current strength, will he recognize you as his teacher?"
"What are you talking about?" The curly-haired woman waved her hand and patted the caravan behind her: "Aren't I just a psychic who tells fortunes and divination for people? Isn't it normal for people to make a living wherever there are people? In the fire
If I make some extra money in Wucheng, I’m going to go to Chaidui Town!”
…
The cold sea breeze keeps roaring, and you can see the pale waves on the dark ocean from a distance, like fish scales, squirming towards the beach on the shore, as if there are some unspeakable monsters lurking in the ocean, coveting the fresh warmth of the land.
Hot life.
The fishy smell swept through the entire Baisha Bay, which is located in Palm City, the capital of the Sail Leaf Province. It was once planned to be built into a tropical resort in the southeast of the New World. The islands in the nearby offshore waters can be developed into private homes for the rich and high-ranking mages.
Directly subordinate territory, not subject to imperial power.
However, on the day and night seas between the New and Old Continents, the "Endless Vengeance Storm" stirred up the wind, waves and ocean currents, causing damage to the ship traffic between the New and Old Continents. As a result, the surrounding waters shrouded by the "Endless Vengeance Storm" attracted a large number of marine life, and even
Invading coastal areas where storms are approaching.
Ugly and evil four-armed murlocs swarm in groups, spiny sharks with sharp horns on their heads swim quickly, and wind snakes that can fly out of the water swallow clouds and smoke. Of course, there is also the nightmare that the crew members of all walks of life tell each other - the deep-sea squid.
These creatures have become a lingering shadow that hangs over the province of Sail and Palm City.
The old man who was deep in thought held his crutches with a solemn and solemn expression. He was sitting in a top-floor room of a high-end hotel, exclusively occupying the balcony facing the bay beach. Since the "Endless Revenge Storm" has invaded the Sail Province with the same endless marine life,
Along the coast, hotels and inns in Palm City have almost no guests.
Not only is it a natural instinct to avoid danger, but also because after every fierce battle with gunfire, the ocean will wash up a large number of monster corpses on the shore, causing the air to be filled with an unpleasant fishy smell that can float for more than ten miles along the coast.
scattered.
"Old man, the sea breeze is very cold, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" In the shadow in the corner of the balcony, a person seemed to walk out of thin air, or the shadow was stretched into shape.
"Do assassins hiding in the shadows actually know how to consider the health of others?" The old man was not surprised by the visitor.
"Shadow Blade has always upheld an excellent service attitude. We are not the kind of killers who spend a few gold coins in the corner of the tavern to stab people with awls. Satisfying customers and letting the dead rest in peace is the motto of Shadow Blade." Shadow Body
Xing said, his words sounding like erratic echoes.
"But this time, I don't want the deceased to rest in peace." The old man turned around. One of his legs seemed to be not very flexible. He relied on a crutch to stabilize his body. In the cold and smelly sea breeze, he still stood unyielding like a rock pillar.
The shadow figure calmly said: "Depriving the soul, dismembering the body and cremating it, and hanging the body as a warning are also our services."
"The 'Shadow Blade', which was once as famous as the 'Door Lock', and the two sharp blades in the shadow of the Great Londinium Empire, have now been reduced to philistine buffoons who will do anything for money?" The old man sneered.
The shadow figure was not angry at all: "We will adopt customers' opinions and suggestions and try our best to improve the service quality of Shadow Blade."
"Okay! This kind of formulaic statement in the bank window makes no sense!" The old man said with a cane: "I want you to kill someone."
"who?"
"Dr. Olenso of Woodpile!"
After hearing the old man's words, the shadow figure was silent for a while, and then said: "In order to ensure the effectiveness of this service, can I ask, for what reason does the old man need the shadow blade to assassinate Dr. Olenso?"
"Finn Byron is my son." When the old man mentioned this name, his solemn and solemn expression showed a hint of uncontrollable grief, and the arm holding the cane trembled slightly.
"Based on your Shadow Blade's intelligence, you should be very clear about the role played by Dr. Olenso in the battle in Fire Dance City." The old man simply spoke words of hatred from between his teeth: "He hid in Nelem's
Behind the scenes, he was manipulating the situation and the development of the war. My son died tragically in his hands. You must get rid of this guy!"
The shadow figure asked back: "Old man, Dr. Olenso can defeat the 'Son of the Fire Demon' Forsman head-on, and can also crack Sidons's 'Fire Supernova'. It is rumored that he is a legendary psychic and a saint on earth.
According to many theories, facing such an opponent is not something that assassination can handle."
"Then send out the legendary assassin among you!" The old man roared like an old lion: "Don't think that our Senate doesn't know everything! It was you who assassinated His Majesty Toget V, otherwise where would he be today?
That golden-haired fat pig who talks nonsense sits on the ruby throne?!"
The shadow figure did not refute, but said in a calm tone: "Do you know the price of the legendary assassin?"
"Ordinary gold gems are for the legendary assassin to take action." The old man took out a mist-shrouded gem from his arms, raised his hand and threw it to the shadow figure. A small boat was carved out of the gem with incredible exquisite craftsmanship.
It was like riding the wind and waves in the mist, listening to the old man say: "This is a magic ship that can take people into the etheric plane."
The shadow figure finally couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he heard the old man say with a smile: "That's you, right? The legendary assassin of Shadow Blade? I don't believe you didn't investigate me when I contacted you, and you must know that I want to
Who to kill.
You look down on ordinary magic items, and industrial estates fixed in a certain place are definitely not your cup of tea. Only such legendary items are enough to tempt a legendary assassin who has been hiding in the shadows all his life. Especially compared to those that can corrode flesh and soul.
Using the shadow energy to move quickly through the etheric plane will be safer and more reliable. And having one more way to sneak in is exactly what you, the legendary assassin, need."
The shadow figure regained his mood in an instant: "Old man, such a test is not fun. This deposit is indeed very heavy, but it may not be enough to assassinate a suspected legendary caster."
The old man said: "Isn't a magic ship that can travel through the etheric plane enough for you to understand? Two high mages from the Ether Society have already gone to Chaidui Town to investigate the situation. As long as you accept this task, I will
I also give you the catalyst ring that is in tune with the magic ship."
"Oh, old man, it seems that you have made all preparations to kill Dr. Olenso." The shadowy figure lifted his hood, revealing another head made of shadows below.
…
"Don't go any further, I can detect the fluctuations of the magic circle."
It was late at night, more than 30 miles southeast of Chai Dui Town, and there were two high-level mages from the Ethereum Society wearing gray-blue robes. One had gray hair on his temples and looked middle-aged, while the other was so old that his beard and hair were all white, and his eyes were white.
A turbid gray-white color with no pupils.
The middle-aged mage leaned over and grabbed a handful of ice and snow, then opened his palm and blew it. The ice crystals floated in the air and vaguely adhered to a flowing wall. The ice crystals drifted and condensed, forming complex runes.
"Well... we can't see any real content in 'Analyzing the Spell'. It's too difficult to identify a magic circle of this size." Old Mage Wutong said: "Normally, only a legendary mage can arrange a magic circle of this size.
To do it. If not, it will take at least five ninth-level mages, and it will take several years to provide enough raw materials."
"Even a ninth-level mage cannot make the magic circle appear highly consistent with the natural environment. This is not an arcane spell, but similar to the natural spell of a druid." said the middle-aged mage.
The old mage Wutong asked: "Didn't you say that Dr. Olanso is a psychic? Judging from the records kept by our Aether Society, psychic powers cannot show such a large-scale magical effect."
"It's not all psychic powers." The middle-aged mage stroked the ground and said, "It's the pulse of the earth. He combined the magic circle with the pulse of the earth."
"There is such a strong pulse of the earth? Other mages know about it, and they don't get beaten to death for it?" The old mage Wutong was shocked, and he seemed not as calm as his companions.
"It seems that the Pentagram Tower has some abilities." The middle-aged mage said: "That Diante once published several papers in the Magic Council, mentioning that the ancient giant ruins may have restrained the pulsation of the earth into a stagnant state.
If it can be utilized, it is a fairly stable and reliable magical energy source, and it is also the starting energy source for the ancient giant's 'ascending ladder' - of course, this is all Diant's guess."
"It's a pity that Archmage Diante died at the hands of this doctor Olanso." Old Mage Wutong laughed.
"The current situation, doesn't it just prove Archmage Diante's conjecture with practice? And it can be applied to this extent... It's terrible." The middle-aged mage said.
Old Master Wutong joked: "What? Are you afraid too?"
"I have a guess." The middle-aged mage said: "A powerful spellcaster who is proficient in psychic powers, and has extraordinary skills in using ancient giant ruins. The origin of this doctor Olanso may not be simple."
"You mean...he is the half-giant from the legendary Kingdom of Esdra?" Old Mage Wutong asked: "Do you think the half-giant is not extinct?"
"Although our organization is called the Ethereal Society, the members' attention is not only focused on the etheric plane, but also includes all planes except the main material plane, and naturally includes the star realm." The middle-aged mage sighed:
"You are still young and don't know that the Ethereal Society once summoned mages for an astral expedition, and without exception, they all went crazy."
"What's the reason?" Old Master Wutong asked like a student.
"I don't know. After detecting the memory of the Adventure Mage afterwards, our Aether Society estimated that there are a group of terrifying and powerful psykers in the star world. Not to mention that the Adventure Mage was driven crazy by the endless babble and murmuring.
Together with the mage responsible for casting spells to detect memories, they were also 'infected'." The middle-aged mage exclaimed: "In the end, we had no choice but to imprison these people in a secret room and not allow them to communicate with anyone to avoid letting them.
The spiritual plague' spreads to others."
The old mage Wutong took a breath: "In other words, the doctor Olanso we are going to deal with also has this level of psychic powers?"
"The noble master of the Senate, in order to avenge his son, did not think about the feasibility of reality at all. I think this empire is already in decline. Even Doragon dares to openly establish an empire!" The middle-aged mage sneered: "But all this
There is no need to worry, the indigenous alliance will soon go north to attack, so let them fight first. We have plenty of opportunities to make a move."
The old mage Wutong smiled: "Then it's best to keep the body. Don't waste such precious anatomical materials."