The young guard yawned on the horse. From a distance, he could see the smoke rising from the firewood in the direction of Chai Dui Town. There were three small kingfishers chirping on the roadside, and from time to time they pecked at the ground after the snow had melted.
, seeing the young retinue approaching on horseback, he flew away as if he was having fun.
When the young retinue returned to Chaihei Town, he saw that the stone hut that originally belonged to Dr. Olenso had been completely transformed into a chapel, with an extra circle of sheds built around it. A shed was erected on the roof.
The huge wooden holy emblem, with its rising sun radiating pattern actually faintly surrounded by white light, made the young servant feel at ease.
At this time, the chorus of hymns was heard coming from the chapel. Although it was a bit messy and out of tune, the young subordinate could already feel that the people's faith was constantly gathering, as if it was slowly forming a miraculous power.
The young guard suddenly remembered Sir Salemi's teachings - miracles are used to prove the existence of the Lord, and the Lord is everywhere!
Through the window, the young guard observed the townspeople in the chapel. They sang hymns devoutly. Some people clasped their fingers and bowed their heads in repentance. Some people closed their eyes tightly, but could not stop the tears from pouring out.
, and some people sang it selflessly, and no one else disliked it.
"Lord, be with me." The young servant felt that the blood in his body was boiling. An indescribable power naturally emerged in him. The scene of everyone praying devoutly in front of him was so wonderful that it was worthy of his devotion.
All to maintain and contribute.
At this moment, the young servant finally understood why Master Salemi was so determined and fearless in the face of any danger. He was not bound by any oath or law, but was completely immersed in the divine Lord's heart.
Teaching and inspiring.
And where is the Lord’s inspiration reflected? Right at this moment, right in front of the believers!
The young retinue saw light. It was not the light of flames, nor the light of the sun. His soul was "light"!
"You're back? Why are you alone?"
Sir Salemi's words interrupted the young servant's immersion. It turned out that he had been waiting for a long time without knowing it, and the believers in the chapel dispersed one after another. The young servant's face turned red, and he quickly lowered his head and said: "Master, I'm sorry.
!The church in Lagen City said it couldn’t spare any manpower, and the local lord, the Red Earl, was also looking for trouble with them.”
"Hmph! What kind of crimson earl? It's just a self-proclaimed title. He has no noble blood or family tree at all!" Sir Salemi said unhappily: "How can the empire allow such a person to bear the title of a noble? Isn't this ruining the reputation of the nobles?
"
The young retinue said: "Sir, I heard that the Red Earl seems to be a mage."
"It's the evil mage again!" Sir Salemi punched the stone wall next to him: "Dr. Olenso has also disappeared in the past few days. I think he was really tempted and corrupted by the mage!"
The young minister didn't understand these complicated things and didn't dare to say anything. Sir Salemi looked straight at him and asked, "Huh? Have you been inspired?"
"What?" The young servant was confused and confused.
Sir Salemi smiled slightly: "Haven't you noticed it yourself? You have been inspired by the Lord and already have the power to perform miracles. Okay, very good! Tonight I will guide you on how to understand the Lord more deeply.
A miracle. Don’t waste this opportunity!”
The young retinue was overjoyed and asked in surprise: "I, have I become an armed guard of the church?"
"Not necessarily. If you are more willing to perform miracles instead of integrating martial arts, you may become a priest." Sir Salemi suddenly said: "Why do you have a nosebleed?"
The young guard raised his hand and touched it, and there was thick blood slowly flowing out of his nostrils. He said with great shame: "I...I'll go take care of it first!"
Seeing the figure of the young guard running away, Sir Salemi shook his head with relief. Although he did not expect to invite religious support from Lagen City from the beginning, now that he has such an inspired Christian,
It shows that the beliefs you hold on to are extremely correct!
…
Seeing the scene in the blood basin fleeting, the Red Earl cursed in a low voice: "What kind of bullshit luck is this? You actually get a miracle at this time!"
Dozens of miles away from Chaidui Town, next to a sentry tower built many years ago, the Red Earl and his personal guard of more than 300 people were stationed here, setting up a temporary camp. The Red Earl himself was facing the
Use a blood basin to cast the spell.
Since there is no Imperial Legion stationed in the Golden Crown Wood Dominion, the colonists are basically left to form their own defense forces. For some towns that have begun to take shape, the Imperial Legion will recognize their status as lords instead of sending additional governors.
For a person like the Crimson Earl, he was not a noble himself, he just married a girl from a down-to-earth noble family, but the Imperial Legion did not hold him accountable for using this title.
As a spellcaster who masters blood magic, the Red Earl is not an orthodox mage trained by a magic academy. If you go back further, blood magic has similarities with necromancy, and is even closely related to vampires.
Of course, the Red Earl is not a vampire, but that does not prevent him from developing a technique called "blood spawn" after studying ancient blood magic.
Based on one's own blood, the potion made through alchemy can slowly transform the other party into a derivative of one's own blood as long as the other party takes it. At first, one can use the other party's sensory abilities to detect things, and after gradual transformation, one can control them.
The opponent's body even allows the damage suffered by itself to be transferred to the blood spawn.
What's more, using blood as a medium, he can transfer his soul to a new body to achieve eternity - it's a pity that the Red Earl doesn't have such ability.
Once the blood potion enters another person's body, it is not a toxin, a disease, or a curse, and it is not even filled with negative energy like most necromancy spells, so it can easily bypass various protective effects and immunity abilities.
"Although in the face of the church's miracles, rash communication with blood will still cause rejection, but luckily it has not been discovered... Hahaha, the power pursued by blood magic is a more stable supernatural ability, and it will not be removed at every turn.
The effect of the spell." The Red Earl felt very proud. He raised his hand and sucked the blood from the basin into a horn-shaped glass bottle. He turned to face the apprentices and followers and said:
"How's your prediction detection going?"
A prophecy mage with a string of hexagonal crystal pillars hanging around his neck said: "Reporting to the Earl, there is indeed abundant natural energy gathering in the direction of Pile Town. It should be that the Emerald Ring is performing some kind of ritual spell. But we can't be precise.
Locating the Emerald Ring Sage, maybe he is an advanced spellcaster and has evaded our detection."
The Red Earl played with the ruby scepter and said with a smile: "Could it be a high-level druid? Didn't it say that traces of the Emerald Ring were recently discovered in the New World? They have resurrected?"
The Red Earl still remembered that when he was young, he used to pretend to be a member of the Green Circle and conduct blood magic experiments as a village witch doctor. Of course, there were also some ignorant village women who would come to embrace him, and he didn't mind showing it off.
Ambition and ambition.
If he hadn't bumped into those rangers who were chasing him, he wouldn't have ended up in the New World as if he was on the run, but he was lucky enough to avoid the disaster of the Green Ring's destruction.
The Red Earl does not revere nature as much as the druids and rangers. He is still more willing to deal with the human body and blood than the unpredictable power of nature and the empty and boring nature.
The apprentices below are discussing how to target the high-level druids and armed guards. However, after all, it is nothing more than a lack of magic items, a lack of powerful killing methods, and a push-and-pull approach, which really makes the Red Earl feel dissatisfied:
"Okay! After saying so much, aren't you just expecting me to take the initiative?"
As a high-ranking mage, the Red Earl carries more than a dozen magic items all over his body. He has six rings on his left and right hands. The jeweled crown on his head provides him with constant "secret vision." Even the gold-rimmed bright red mage robe on his body is full of magic.
Powerful protective effect.
Compared to the apprentices in front of him who were armed with cheap wooden staffs and carrying inferior wands, the Red Earl seemed to be armed to the teeth.
After all, there may not be any intimacy or loyalty between the mentor and the apprentice. Instead, betrayal and oppression abound. The mentor guards against the apprentice, restricting him from acquiring too many magic items, and even eroding his spellcasting ability through endless repetitive work.
progress; the apprentice hates his mentor, secretly uses various tricks to accumulate treasures, steals magic items and materials from the mage's workshop to the outside world, and even colludes with other mages, cooperating inside and outside, trying to replace his mentor.
This is actually the daily life of most mages. Even in the Eye of Mystery, the big colleges and big guilds in the Tower of Pentacles, there are not enough internal intrigues? It is just relying on high-level mages to calm the situation and prevent conflicts from breaking out.
It's just a guild organization.
Therefore, when gathering the private guards this time, the Red Earl did not say that he was coming for the ancient ruins. He was afraid that some of his apprentices and followers would have evil intentions and report them to others at this time, so he decided to "clear out the church in the territory"
Come to Chaidui Town in the name of "power".
Anyway, in a place like this, the rules and regulations are decided by the Red Earl. Even the church power here is controlled by him. Killing a druid and armed church guards is not a big deal.
As long as you can ensure that the ancient ruins are under your control, you will have a bargaining chip with all parties! In order to clear all obstacles, any disobedient spellcaster is a potential enemy!
"Send someone to Chaidui Town to collect taxes!" The Red Earl waved his hand and said: "Let's just say that the Imperial Legion will be stationed in the Golden Crown Wood Autonomous Territory. Every village and town needs to pay bandit suppression tax, security tax, road maintenance fee, and household registration fee.
... There are as many items as you can charge me with taxes and fees. It’s best to force them to rebel. If that doesn’t work, I’ll search them door to door. If you see weapons and armor hidden, they will be classified as colluding with the local indigenous people to intercept and kill the legionnaires.
The French Guards intend to rebel! When the time comes, they will directly burn the town to the ground!"
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"Hey! You really should try it. These snow elves can actually bake the snails so fragrantly."
Outside the snow goblin's lair, Wolf held several baked potatoes in the shape of spiral shells. This root crop unique to the New World was easy to cultivate and had abundant yields. It became an indispensable staple food for the colonists who reclaimed the wilderness.
Titus was hiding in a sleeping bag and flipping through a spell book. When he saw the baked snails handed over by the other party, he rolled his eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid of those guys poisoning you? The goblins' methods are very insidious!"
"Poison? I'm not afraid of being poisoned." Wolf said with a smile. Since he was transformed into a berserker, it can be said that he has been immune to most toxins and diseases. He can even digest raw meat easily, but this is not
Disturb his gluttonous habit.
Theus had nothing to say. He lamented that this strong man was too ambitious. Even if he was not afraid of goblins, he was not afraid of himself as a mage. Once his defenses dropped while sleeping, he had many ways to kill Wolf and then take advantage of him.
Escape at night.
"The reason why mages are powerful is not just because of their ability to cast arcane spells, but because we can learn and master knowledge to obtain different ideas and methods for solving problems. If we only know how to fight by casting spells, we are just a group of people who rely on arcane spells to fight.
He’s just a barbarian whose skills are limited to sticks!”
The teachings of the college teacher are still ringing in his ears, and Titus now has a personal experience.
In the past, in the Arcane Guards, with the assistance and cover of his colleagues, and a group of mysterious knights who served as human shields and baits for him, and who could consume them casually with a bunch of magic items and scrolls, it seemed like he had endless glory.
But when all this help was lost, Theus realized that the only thing he could control was his own "knowledge".
"Are you worried?" Wolf chewed the snails with the skin on the side and saw that Theus was absent-minded, so he asked: "Still thinking about how to escape?"
"Run? Where can you run?" Theus smiled bitterly: "You are not our mage, so you don't know our hardships."
"Then let's talk about it." Wolf lay directly next to him, his arms resting on the back of his head, and his feet crossed and dangling.
Theus seemed to be vomiting bitterness: "Whether it is the Imperial Legion or the Pentagram Tower, there are penalties for losers. This time I was sent abroad, so many teammates died, and the legion positions and subsidies will definitely be gone.
.In the Tower of Pentacles, I will also have to bear the fine, and I may have to keep making magic items for the rest of my life to pay off the debt."
Wolf mocked: "Isn't it enough that you saved your life?"
"That's what mages are like. As long as they don't climb to a high position and don't have greater strength, they are doomed to be overpowered by others." Theus scratched his head and said in annoyance: "But whatever the mages do requires money,
!Learning arcane magic requires repeated experiments and a rigorous training and study system. And it is not enough to simply increase the level of arcane magic. Who needs to rely on spell slots to cast spells now? Magic items, scroll potions, and alchemical enchantments all rely on
Real money and silver piled up.
If you want to have your own mage tower and magic workshop, it will cost you a lot of money! Some high mage have a bright appearance, but in order to build their own mage tower, they have to bear a lot of debt, and it will cost them just to pay off the debt.
Twenty or thirty years. For this reason, you even have to work as a consultant for wealthy businessmen and landowners. To put it bluntly, isn’t it just a thug or a bodyguard?
There are even some female mages who live the same life as high-level prostitutes, and there are sororities specially set up to meet these needs. When I think of this, I can't eat or sleep! When did the dignity of mages become