The Wizard World: 166 Fertile land-Nora 1

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Dennis's room. .

It's dim, the sky outside the windows is faintly white, and the wind is blowing the woods.

Angelepin was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but the eyeballs under his eyelids kept turning.

A layer of weak, invisible, transparent waves constantly wrapping his head. Like the same transparent gelatin, it keeps twisting and fluctuating.

Transparency fluctuations seem to start getting smaller and smaller over time. It was originally larger than a human head, but after more than ten minutes, it actually clung to the skin of Anglie's head and became extremely thin.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sky outside the window gradually became clear.

The hyaluronate on Angele's head suddenly began to be absorbed into the skin.

Only a click is heard. A little red spot of light popped out of Angele's forehead and flew to the window without stopping.

Slap! !!

Angele slaps instantly, slaps on this red light spot.

Since there is no sound, the red dots are directly scattered into spark-like light dots, slowly dim and extinguished.

Angele opened his eyes and sat up.

"The hidden danger is finally solved." He breathed a long sigh of relief. "If it weren't for the compression of mental power, I wouldn't be able to get rid of this thing. But now, the compression of mental power has even changed my mental fluctuations slightly. Even the prophecy department can't find me through witchcraft It's over. "

He calmly settled and turned over to get out of bed. Pick up a copy of the manuscript you got on your desk and light a fuel lamp. Sit back and read carefully.

After recording the newly obtained manuscript from beginning to end, Anglieu sat down and calculated some simple compression structure variants before the sky became completely bright.

He put away the manuscript, got up and opened the door. ishu.

The hall is quiet and there is no sound. Under the bright light, some fine dust drifts slowly. Angele propped the stairs to the second floor.

these days. Every morning in the morning, a newly written manuscript appears on the desktop of the study on the second floor. This is a manuscript specifically reserved for Angli by the old wizard. And every time Anglieu would take it away quietly. Then learn. The cooperation between the two has gradually reached a tacit understanding. So the old wizard Makorov naturally always got up very early, but when Angele went to the study and was ready to push in the door. Gently pushing the door, the door of the study suddenly opened automatically.

Push the door open and there is no one inside.

On a high-back chair beside the bookshelf, a light yellow letter was placed and pressed with a white round seal.

Angel froze slightly, walked over to pick up the seal on the chair, and glanced at it. This was the old wizard's own personal seal. Then pick up the letter. Gently flicked.

‘Dennis, let ’s just call you that.

I can teach these days. I leave it to you. I can feel that my life is losing ..... Last night, I saw my son Callevin, he was still so cute, saying that he bought a big house in Weinberg and I saw him Holding little grandson. They said they were going to a hot spring vacation ... and an old friend Medivh also came to see me.

I know I can't live for a few days, but I still have some outstanding wishes. After I leave, everything in the villa is at your disposal. In the end, my only request. If you can, be sure to pass on the knowledge I have given you. ’

The content of the letter was very bland. Angele put down the stationery. He knew that Makorov couldn't wait to pass everything to him. He wanted to fulfill his wish in the last stage of his life, and there was another thing he didn't want to let himself He was weak and died in front of him, this was the last bit of self-esteem of a wizard.

The original Dennis was just the brother of the old wizard, one of the many sons of a wizard who has lived long enough for hundreds of years. Very poor qualifications and bad personality. And Anglia is inherently much better than Dennis. No matter how concealed, these days, Makolov must have found something wrong.

It's just that Angele and he are tacit.

After turning around in the study, Angliel felt a little bit sad. He knew that the old wizard should have quietly left the villa when he was trying to compress his spirit. Although he also expected such a day, he did not expect it to be so fast.

Now that the hidden dangers have been removed, the injuries have been cured. Angli was no longer planning to stay longer. He looked around the room and carefully removed a black waist pouch from his waist.

It was the waist pouch of the black-robed witch Aisha he killed.

Gently tore off the string tied to the waist pouch, Angele reached out and squeezed out a soybean-sized black crystal.

"I should leave too." He breathed a sigh of relief. Throw the crystal in your hand at random, without looking, and turn out of the room.

Black crystals lightly fall on the red carpet. A snoring sound suddenly turned into a circle of slightly black ripples, spreading slowly in all directions. Let's call, the tasks, ripples, desks, bookshelves, and furnishings touched by ripples, everything is instantly lit. The red flames filled the study.

Outside the villa, Angele carried a small black wooden box, looked back at the villa, turned around and walked downhill without turning back.

The villa behind is burning fiercely under a fierce red flame. All the mental power fluctuations and mana fluctuations are burned by the fire ignited by the black crystal, including the red mental strength scattered by Angele ... … After leaving the villa, Angele bought a large pile of food and sundries such as jerky and drinking water from the town, bought two horses, and asked about the general direction, and headed directly to the largest city nearby. go ahead.

In a city called Erassia, the people in the car asked the direction of the sixth ring tower area, and they bought a route map and set off.

Angele's area is not far away, there are only two medium-sized countries separated by the middle, and because of the dense organization of wizards, the environment here is extremely safe, even the more ferocious beasts in the forest. No trace. The robbers are completely extinct. Ordinary people here simply rely on the little resources that wizards have missed.

Angele plans to go to the Sixth Ring Tower to find information about the ring, and then collect the materials needed to advance the hunting giant tree and the complete materials of Ningshen. The shaman organization here wanted him jointly, with his current strength. It is unlikely to be able to disguise to the extent that other wizards cannot recognize, so it is better to be safe. He is not yet an opponent of the old red-browed wizard, so he can only write it down. Come back later.

Hanging on without stopping, it took more than a year for Anglieu to finally reach the area where the Sixth Ring Tower is located.

The legendary place with the highest density of wizards-Nora Heights ... on a wide, empty plateau. Green-yellow lawns, gray gravel, and winding loess trails all the way to the far end.

White clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the strands are not shaped like cotton wool.

A knight in gray robes riding a lean white horse on a yellow curvy path, hurrying forward hurrying. The knight was wearing a gray robe and a hood, all covered with light gray dust.

Angele has been walking on this plain for four days. One of the two horses I bought died halfway through the illness, and now only one is left.

The wind on the plain blew his gray robe against his body. It's chilly.

On the small road ahead, an upright brown street sign is inserted obliquely on the ground, with some faint black writing on it. The one-man tall wooden signboard looks very worn.

Angel's face was slightly relaxed.

"It's been a long time and I'm finally here." He speeded up the horse and turned to the side of the street sign to turn over and dismount.

Dust off the dust on the sign. It was written in Angmar: Nora-a land of abundance.

Angel looked up and looked forward. After the wooden sign passed, there were two curved white stone pillars on each side of the front path, like two white fangs piercing the ground, standing quietly on the side of the road .

He is holding the horse. Walked over, stood beside the two white stone pillars, and touched the curved stone surface gently.

The surface of the stone is cold and rough, with many fine honeycomb weathering holes.

"This is the sign of Nora's border ..."

Angele stood by the stone pillar for a while before proceeding.

Within a few kilometers ahead, there will be more and more other detours gathered around the path, winding around, densely paved like a lot of earthy ribbons on the plain, and finally converging into one, one ten Multi-meter-wide fine stone road.

Angel took the horse and stepped onto the largest carriageway of this fine stone paved carriage. He had a faint feeling of walking on the highway of the earth.

No half figure can be seen before and after, only the endless road can't be seen.

It took more than two hours to drive forward, and there are more and more trails coming in around the main road.

Until then, Angele saw a gray robe man running all the way from a branch road on the left, rushing in front of him, glaring anxiously without looking at him. Horse **** disappeared into view. There seems to be something urgent.

As Angle progressed, more people came in on the sidewalk.

Some people are riding more and more on horseback, and others are rushing forward with horses and ox carts, carrying food and fruits. Anglie noticed that most of these people were wearing grey robes, and some of them even had a faint energy faintness, which meant that they were actually second-class apprentices.

Angele came along all the way, but he did not see an ordinary person, all apprentice level.

Following the road, a continuous gray-white mountain range emerges in the distance.

On the left of Shizi Road, a large calm lake appears.

The mirror-like surface of the lake clearly reflects the blue sky and white clouds. There are two groups of travelers parked by the lake, one is washing their face and water. A wave of bonfires set up around a few of their carriages, as if they were cooking something, and a faint smell of fish soup drifted away.

Angel led the horse slowly over, and took a large black water pouch from the horse, which was empty inside.

Hold the horse to the lake, and let the white horse bow his head and lick the lake water. Angele squatted down, poured out the remaining water in the water bag, and pressed it directly into the lake. rq

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