Chapter 979 The Main Force of the Parliament Has Arrived. Senior Brother, Don’t Hit Me in the Head! (Push up to Add Update 4)
Chapter 979 The main force of the parliament has arrived—Senior brother, don’t hit me in the head! (Push up to add update 4)
"When will someone come to the house..."
"Yeah, when will someone come to the house..."
Grete and Lynn sat in the hotel in the small town of Waltham, sighing each other with a long and short sigh.
They ran all the way back to the small town on the east coast where they started. The news was sent back through the mage tower (the identity of the ninth-level mage and a large box of magic crystal energy played a great role), so I had nothing to do and just stayed here in a daze every day——
What?
shop?
In such a small town, it only takes less than half an hour to walk from the port to the edge of the wasteland. What is there to see?
The entire port combined is almost full of shops that collect various raw materials, such as Warcraft meat, Warcraft skins, Warcraft tendons, various medicinal materials, large and small pearls, and Warcraft bones. Walking from the street to the end of the street, and then from the end of the street to the street, basically you have seen enough.
Gretel has a lot of these raw materials in his hands, and they are the top quality. Places close to human society will basically not produce powerful monsters, and there will be nothing interesting to see.
In addition to the raw material store, there are still a few stores selling cloth, scissors, needlework, and daily necessities; a store selling clothes and jewelry; a store selling paper, pens, ink, knives, and candles; and a store selling adventurer supplies. store.
The items there cannot be sold even in mid-range neighborhoods in Nevis, and can only be sold in slums. Even if it is placed here, Grete puts half of his head in, takes a look in the dim light, turns around and walks away——
Shopping is not a big deal, but traveling has no scenery. Wanting to catch a fish, Serela didn't sit at the beach for two minutes before she made a "plop" and went straight into the water. Then, the huge, dark shadow dived toward the bottom of the sea.
Gretel: "..."
Cerela, we are fishing, not catching fish! If you dive down, will there be any fish in the surrounding sea?
Then, there was no place to go shopping or entertainment (Barensimo never tired of going to bars and dealing with waitresses every day, but Grete was scared just by looking at it).
The two people who dismantled the spell model until they vomited had no choice but to sit in the hotel and sigh.
When will people come from the country... Don't let them wait for three months... In other words, the fastest sea ship will take a month and a half. I don't know if the parliament has enough courage to directly send an alchemy ship, or compare it to an alchemy ship. Stronger...
"Meow-"
Mr. Trocca suddenly cried out. With a light jump, he jumped from the table to the windowsill and stretched out his claws into the distant air. One grab, one slap, one more grab——
Gretel and Linn turned their heads at the same time, looking up at the sky. Two pairs of eyes widened at the same time:
"What's this!"
In the sky very far away, a black spot grew from small to large, approaching very fast. At first glance, it seems that it is still at the limit of visual distance and can only see a small dot;
At the second glance, it looks like a barracuda with wings, stirring the sea of clouds and swimming freely between the clouds and the sky;
Looking at it for a third time, it turns out that this barracuda is composed of two parts. The fusiform capsule below is divided into two parts based on the center line. The lower part is as white as the sky, the upper part is as dark as the earth;
Above the fusiform cabin, a row of sails was spread out, staggered forward and backward, and full of sails. At first glance, it looks like it is made of canvas. If you look closely, you will see that there is light flowing on each sail, all seven colors, and countless magic symbols rising slightly, looming.
"This is...this is..."
"Airship? Such a big airship?!" Gretel stretched his neck and tried his best to look around. He has seen and ridden in the parliament's airship. There is a place near the top of Igor Peak where the airship is parked;
However, such a large airship flies thousands of miles directly from Nevis. One can imagine that it might be a long way from here to the Land of Eagles...
The parliament is so generous this time!
Gretel suddenly felt his shoulders sink. Such a large airship has been mobilized. It can be imagined that the parliament is very determined and invested a lot this time. With such a large investment, if you lose money...
I don’t know if I can make up for this loss if I robbed all the Eagle Kingdom?
Amitabha, good, good, good. It’s better not to have such bad thoughts, try to be kind to others, and achieve a win-win situation...
"By the way, should we go and greet him?"
Linn waved her hand in front of him. Gretel looked at the airship ahead from a distance, his eyes empty:
"I was wondering, does this small town of Waltham have an apron...or an airport? Where will the airship land if it lands?"
Before he finished speaking, a beam of colored light shot out from the top of the mage tower in the port and headed straight for the airship. The colored light shot straight up into the sky, and when it reached the airship, it made a snap sound and unfolded into a light curtain, blocking the airship behind.
The airship also shot down a colorful light, hitting the light curtain. The two rays of light entangled with each other for a while, merged into one, folded downwards, and disappeared silently into the mage tower. In the mage tower, a mage soon flew up, standing high in the sky, stroking his chest and saluting:
"The presiding mage of Waltham Port, Blanche Astraea, welcomes all the archmages! Please come with me——"
"Come on, let's go too. When they land and we can't be seen yet, we're afraid we're going to get knocked on the head..."
However, Grete, who went to greet him honestly, still did not escape the fate of being knocked on the head. The first time Senior Brother Byerbo saw him, he stretched out his hand and a translucent mage's hand flew out and smashed several chestnuts on his forehead:
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
"Ouch! It hurts!" Grete held his head and cried out in pain:
"Big brother! Why are you hitting me!"
He was beaten obediently, but Cerira couldn't stand it anymore. Standing aside, with a straight face, he reached out to grab the mage's hand. Halfway up her hand, Gretel held it down and winked at her:
Don't fight with your senior brother, you can't beat him! After being knocked obediently twice, the senior brother stopped. When we started fighting with him, I got even more hits!
Cerira stood aside with a pouted mouth. The mage's hand changed from bending two fingers to hit the head, to spreading the whole hand and patting Gretel on the head. Senior Brother Baierbo crossed his arms and smiled:
"You are so capable! You have actually become the Lord of Plague? Huh? Did you know that the neighbor came to show off to the teacher just for this?"
"Well……"
Gretel slumped down in despair. Really, it was the Necromancers who called him out, and they even came to the teacher to laugh at me. It was really annoying!
If I couldn't beat him...
"Do you know you are in danger this time?"
The senior brother slapped him on the head enough before throwing him a lot of information. There was a large 16- to 8-karat thick book with a hard cover and gold corners. Holding it in her hands, her arms sank down - Cerira quickly took it and stuffed it into her own space equipment;
There is a large piece of hard leather with many words carved on it, the handwriting is rough, the other side of the leather is quite rough, it feels like scales;
There were stacks of bound papers, and Grete glanced at them, looking like papers copied from a thesis library;
There is a small book with yellow and brittle edges. I don’t know which predecessor’s handwriting it is...
"These are the pitfalls that the senior mages have fallen into. Take a good look at them." The senior brother earnestly urged, wishing that he could hold Gretel's ears with his mage's hands and pour all these words into his head:
"In the past, there were mages who showed their power in the wilderness, among the indigenous tribes, or while exploring different spaces, and were worshiped by others. As they were worshiped and worshiped, their power was taken astray."
When he said this, his face suddenly became serious. He had obviously read these records and was deeply shocked by the tragedy inside:
"The luckier ones spent more than half of their strength, cut off from their own spiritual power, and barely escaped; the unlucky ones indulged in the power brought by that kind of worship, and in the end, the whole person became what the indigenous people thought. It looks like I can’t find myself again at all.”
Gray shivered. Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, he made a prompt decision and blasted away those calls of "Lord of Plague" and got rid of them. If there is a little bit of greed and addiction...
If he didn't do it right, he would now be wandering in the wilderness of the New World, turning into the plague girl. Oh, that's not very likely. After all, he is taller and stronger. Maybe... he will become uglier?
"Take these back and take a good look at them." Senior Brother Baierbo warned him earnestly:
"Look at the path that our predecessors have walked and the mistakes they have made. By the way, remember to write down your situation this time and submit it to the parliament - this is a very valuable experience, and your experience will also become a reference for future generations. Guidance, don’t forget it!”
Grete nodded obediently with a grimace. It's over. Originally, the "Lord of Plagues" was just a joke. Everyone yelled and laughed, and it was dismissed. Now it has to be written down on paper, and how he died is to be written down exactly...
After this report is submitted to Parliament, will the name "Lord of the Plague" be nailed to his forehead and never be washed away?
"By the way, where is your paper?"
"Huh? Paper?"
"You've advanced to level 10! During this time in the New World, you haven't gained any new insights? No research on new magic? No new experiments?"
The senior brother rolled his eyes at him angrily and threw out questions one by one. Ask a question, and Grete will sink a little lower; ask again, and a little lower:
"I'm here to take risks and save people this time... The experiment is new but..."
"No buts! No buts allowed!" The mage raised his hand again and struck his head:
"In the past few days, you should sort out your thoughts and write a paper quickly! Before we set off, the paper must be finished and sent to Nevis through the Mage Tower! Let the teacher also take a look at your recent progress! "
Gretel:! ! !
No, I'm already level 10! The road to legend is already halfway gone! Why am I still being urged to write a paper when I take a risk to save someone?
Even if primary school students are on summer vacation, they don’t have to write summer homework every day!
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