Chapter 10 The Old Master ()

The caravan continued to move forward, but the group of people in Zorantu were getting more and more nervous because they found that there were almost no one else on the road except them. Logically speaking, there should be many people on this road.

The leaders of the caravan also began to feel a little surprised, but no one thought it was the reason for the robbers. If a road like this is wrong, nearby countries will send troops to clear it out, because once this road is destroyed, many nearby countries, including the king, may have to worry about tomorrow's food.

A long way from the caravan, several majestic horses stood quietly in the grass, holding the "Classic Eye" invented by a famous mage - a cylindrical mysterious instrument. There are many such instruments, and their functions can allow ordinary people to possess magical powers in certain fields like those powerful or sons of gods - this is also the reason why mages do not believe in the existence of gods. They study the world, strengthen themselves, and firmly believe that one day they will become gods in the mouths of ignorant people.

Junma was an extremely strong warrior. He was wearing light armor, but the armor was filled with mysterious light and similar to the text written from the underworld, indicating the uniqueness of this light armor. In addition, the muscles on the warrior's exposed arms, the pieces of the force that seemed to be taken from the hands of the gods, undoubtedly showed the identity of this man's powerful warrior. The long sword he straddled his waist was not held with a scabbard, but was exposed to the air, but it was not stained with dust. It was as bright as water, but as long as a sharp mind, people could feel the strong murderous aura from the sword and the wail of death... This was a murderous knife that drank blood and life!

Putting down the "Secret Eye" in his hand, the powerful warrior said to the warrior behind him: "The goal this time has come." After a pause, the warrior smiled sarcastically again, "They really dare not walk through that dangerous canyon, this is seeking death."

A warrior next to him asked, "Chief, after doing this, this trade route will probably be ruined, right? Are you going to change houses again?"

The Great Warrior smiled and said, "No, the little animals in the house I found this time are very well-behaved, so we have to stay here for a long time. Maybe this will be our long-term base."

After stopping and thinking carefully, the warrior said, "As for the handling of this trade route, the great wizard has given a solution. There will be someone to deal with it at that time. You can wait until the war is over and go back to enjoy it. Just use your brains to handle the matters of our think tank."

"What the leader said is, then, when will we act?" asked a warrior under his command, with a bloodthirsty red light already showing in his eyes, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

"Don't worry, Usa, you will soon be able to taste the blood!" said the Great Warrior. "When our mage's first attack is launched, the brothers from other places are all here, and we will be the first to rush out of the slaughter!"

"Hey! Boss, are you going out a little later than you can?" A warrior under his command suddenly said, "You see, there are no powerful people or great masters in this caravan. Once you go out, they are afraid that they will surrender directly!"

"Hahaha!" The powerful warrior felt relieved and laughed loudly after hearing his subordinates' words, "Okay! I'll wait for you ten breaths."

"Ten breaths, I can kill seven warriors!" A warrior smiled. Although they were all warriors, he firmly believed that warriors like himself who often walk on the edge of death and the abyss could kill the so-called warriors who often can only rape them in front of women and children and weak without any effort.

Although the leaders of the caravan felt that nothing could happen, their love and caution for wealth still allowed them to invite the mage to come out to divine and calculate forward after discovering the abnormality of the road.

Several ordinary-level mages who had calculated the method did it, but they were completely unable to get the result. The leaders suddenly felt a little surprised and hurriedly invited advanced mages and sorcerers.

The mage in the head is an already old mage. The big reason he is the leader of the mage in this caravan is because of his rich experience and the magic power he has accumulated over time. In fact, mages like him should have stayed in his mage tower to study the mysteries of the world and were not willing to deal with merchants at all. However, this old mage is just a poor mage who loves magic but has not very talented. His life is not smooth. At this age, he has to join the caravan to be the leader of the mage to earn enough gold coins to build his own mage tower.

But it is precisely because of the bumpy experience of this old mage that compared to other mages who are prone to being arrogant and self-appointed because of their mage status, he almost does things that other noble mages can easily do. It is precisely because of this that he has reached this point with his inexplicable mage talent. Although he is a little worse than his peers, he is already proud of his aristocratic mages who are now above the crowd.

The mage's eyes were clear. Although the man was old, the light of wisdom that almost burned in his eyes was ignored by everyone. He only remembered that this was a wise mage, a person who was infinitely close to the realm of a great mage.

Walking into the experimental tent specially prepared by the leaders for the mage group, looking at the blurry scenes on the crystal calculator of other mages, the light of wisdom that the old mage had been holding had finally shaken. The other mages had left, and their faces were all very bad. Although they knew that mages who might be more powerful than them might have interfered with the calculation, these mages with high standards actually lost such a big face in front of these merchants they actually looked down upon, and suddenly felt that they were extremely embarrassed.

So when they saw the old mage coming, these people immediately got out of the way, but these people's minds were actually very complicated. On the one hand, they hoped that the old mage would discover the facts and not be embarrassed in front of the merchants anymore. On the other hand, they hoped that the old mage would be powerless, so that they would not seem too incompetent.

These noisy thoughts are constantly flipping in the minds of these ordinary mages, from a certain perspective, this is the main reason why these mages cannot advance temporarily. If they can get rid of these jealousy, malicious intentions, evil thoughts, and impure things that have nothing to do with the mage themselves, then their realm will soon enter the next level. However, many people know this truth, but not many people can do it. Just as it is difficult for alcoholics to quit drinking, many mages stay at this stage for life.

The old mage ignored these ordinary mages who were churning in their hearts. As a poor man who loved magic, the mental journey he experienced in order to become a real mage was not something that these ordinary noble mages who were quite comfortable in life could imagine.

The old mage took out his own crystal calculation ball and used his mana calculation. However, he had not taken action yet and suddenly activated the danger perception of magic that he had trained through hard experience over the years:

"Do it out of the way! The attack from the great mage is coming!"

After calling, the old mage immediately inspired the protective spells included in the ornaments and clothes on his body. The cunning and keen merchant leader also reacted very quickly, and immediately inspired the protective treasures he got from the mage. However, a few ordinary mages who were still thinking about the success of the old mage and the possible impact of their own, and a few small merchants who usually only flattered and beat them one step slowed down, and then the suspected hail fell from the sky and beat them to the point of bleeding, and some even died.

The most afflicting ones were some ordinary mages. Although they reacted very quickly, they turned on the protection, but because they did not pay much attention to the protection of the treasures or pursued the gorgeousness too much, they were smashed for a while and then broke. Then the mages were knocked unconscious. They were lucky that they were not smashed to death.

There are also a few mages who are very good, but when they encounter this haste, they are panicked. The protective treasures they launched are in a hurry. The old mage there broke a low-level treasure, and the third high-level protective treasure here is broken into pieces! This is the difference between an old mage and an ordinary mage. It is not only reflected in the principles of law, but more about experience and mentality.

As for the merchant leaders, although they used the functions of the treasures worse than those ordinary mages, after avoiding the first wave of attacks, the merchants' guards immediately played a role. Although it was an attack from the great mages, since it was a range attack, it was still easy for these warriors to deal with it.

However, people outside the Warriors are different. Many people outside the tent, even the elites of ordinary people, were immediately injured when they encountered such a situation. Although few died, many people were seriously injured. The camp was filled with wailing and panic. The chaotic atmosphere was apart, and people could not help themselves and ran around to seek shelter, but they were even more panicked. Many people died under the trampling of chaos.

What fell from the sky were stones and sand. Although these things were not very big, they fell from the sky, and the squint eyes with the impact force and dust were smashed down. The hard things in the sky were smashed, but they couldn't see clearly what was going on. The great wizard, who didn't know where, destroyed the entire camp with just a simple spell.

Except for a certain camp.

Mora suddenly stopped and said to Zorantu: "The phoenix blows from the sky again, be careful of the ones from the sky."

Zorantu and his men's tense hearts suddenly relaxed and took a deep breath. In fact, since they walked onto this deserted road, they were constantly waiting for Mora to speak, even more eagerly than waiting for his lover's letters, because this was a major event related to life. However, Mora never spoke. If these mercenaries were not afraid of getting angry Mora would have urged him to say something.

Now Mora finally spoke.

In the sky? Although these mercenaries are small mercenaries, they may be stronger than those big mercenaries when they see their knowledge. When Zorantu thought carefully in his mind, he immediately guessed that it should be related to the mage, because attacks from the sky are usually what mages often like to do.

He immediately stopped and asked his subordinates to tie all the tents together urgently to make a big umbrella. In fact, these little mercenaries were not unfamiliar with this work, because when they were selected to join the super caravan, Zorantu previewed with them in advance how to resist if they were attacked by the mage.

Although they were ridiculed by many people at that time - they didn't believe that anyone would dare to attack such a super caravan. Although there were no powerful warriors and great mages in the team, nearly a thousand warriors and nearly a hundred mages were enough to make all the little ones escape. However, the Zorantu team, who trusted their leader, still did it.

Now they were extremely grateful to their leader. They were so foresighted! In just over ten minutes, seven or eight tents were tied into a huge umbrella, and they even sprinkled some water. Although there were very few great masters who could lower flames, if they encountered them, it would be a tragedy.

When they first saw the strange movements of this team, the other mercenaries nearby did not laugh because they really knew that the young man was a serious disciple. Although it may not be reliable now, what if it was true?

Their leaders were not fools, and they also learned to make an umbrella. As for if nothing happened and were ridiculed, how could they be compared with life?

So, when the sky suddenly became dark and something fell from the sky, all of these people looked at the boy sitting quietly under the umbrella and looking at the wind, sand and stones all over the sky.

Who is his god? Or what is his relationship with his god?
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