Mage Joan

Joan’s intelligence attribute has been increased to 17, which is already outstanding in the ranks of low-level mages. Unfortunately, spiritual attributes like intelligence are not like strength or agility. On the surface, there is no one who is smarter than others, and Joan only feels that his mind seems clearer than usual until he performs complex mental activities-such as studying spells- Only then can I really appreciate the great benefits of improving two points of intelligence.

Joan put away the "tears of gods", leaned over and squatted in front of the soul-stealing corpse and searched for a total of four items: a fist-sized fairy skull, a gall-shaped copper bottle, and a hardwood carved Vial, and a spell scroll.

Joan first picked up the skull and looked at it, remembering that this was the weapon he used to attack himself before stealing the soul essence. It seemed to contain some kind of evil magic power, which could adsorb on the target and control the other party's mind. This kind of special wonder can only be used by the creator himself. Other people can't stimulate the magic. Joan throws it away and digs a pit to bury the skull together with the soul-stealing body.

Joan then picked up the guts-shaped copper bottle, opened the stopper, and immediately emitted a pungent smoke. He glanced into the bottle through the sun, and the solution inside was almost empty, rippling orange. Joan had seen the Soul Stealer use this magic potion and seemed to breathe flame after taking it. The remaining potion in the bottle was only enough for a sip, and Joan didn’t want to waste it. He plugged the bottle and waited to study it later when he was free.

The magic potion is also contained in the wooden bottle, which looks light blue and exudes a hint of coolness. After all, Joan was too shallow to see the magic effect of this potion. "Appraisal technique" can help him to answer his doubts. However, each appraisal needs to consume at least one pearl. Joan doesn't have any pearls to use now, so he has to press his curiosity and wait until the future is ample to appraise.

The last loot is the spell scroll, but it does not cost money to identify. Joan unrolled the scroll and glanced at it two times before recognizing that it was a ring of arcane "burning hand" transcribed above. "Hand of Burning" is a rare group-killing spell in the Arcane Arcane. The caster can blast a cone-shaped flame in the direction of his hands, killing all creatures within 15 feet of the opposite side, and igniting the spell cover. Flammable substances within range. Joan now happens to be missing a group attack spell. This is the time when this scroll came, and he decided to take the time to copy it into his spell book as the focus of the next stage of study.

Putting away the "Burning Hand" scroll, Joan dug a pit with a dagger and kicked the soul-stealer's body into the pit to bury it. Clapping his hands off the dirt, Joan stood up and looked around, only to find that the environment here was a little weird. The mountains and canyons in the distance look similar to the terrain near the village of Povatan, but there is a sense of unspeakable violations, especially the sun hanging on the horizon, like a colorful paper-cut painting flat on gray The sky dome seems to have never moved. In such a quiet world, Joan could not feel the passage of time, and his consciousness became a little blurred.

"What the **** is this place?" Joan muttered to himself, restraining his fears, and quickly walked along the same path. Fortunately, Ilminsur is still rooted deep in the valley, but the dense ash forest around it is gone, and the fierce fighting ogres and Asa people have disappeared out of thin air. The quiet valley is lush with trees and wind like ethereal The pipe organ, if it weren't for "Lao Bai" to stand upright in front, Joan simply suspected that he had crossed the tree hole and reached another plane.

"No matter how much, just leave this strange place as soon as possible."

Joan ran to Ilminsur quickly, shouting his head and shouting, "Old Bai, can you hear me?"

An old face appeared on the trunk, nodding to him with a smile.

Qiao An breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Lao Bai: "I want to return to the village of Pohuatan, can you send me back?"

Lao Bai was undecided, and his expression became a little weird. He hung a branch silently, wrapped Joan's waist, and lifted him into the air, throwing him into the tree hole.

Falling into the dark tree hole again, the magic vortex surrounded it, and Joan recalled what happened when he came, and his heart hung up immediately. Unexpectedly, however, the magic that came around this time did not cause him oppression, as a gentle cloud lifted him up, maintaining a constant speed of falling in a void.

Joan felt faintly that this time through the tree hole was not the same as last time. Until the magic cloud escorted him to a safe landing, he confirmed that this time was really different.

It was dark all around, and Joan couldn't see anything. He supported the inner wall of the tree and stood up, tried to shout "Old White", and suddenly realized that his voice was shaking.

Joan's cry echoed in the darkness, and no one answered for a long time. According to the echo, he guessed that he was in a very open area, perhaps a dome deep in the earth.

Qiao An didn't understand why Lao Bai sent himself to this dark abyss. He could only keep his composure as much as possible, fumbled out to take out the cast material package, and planned to use "brightness" to dispel the darkness and observe the surrounding environment.

Suddenly a burst of light appeared in front of him, attracting Joan's sight. The orange ball of light floated to Joan in the dark, sending a telepathic wave into his mind.

"Child, this light is my soul, follow the spirit guide, I will take you to see a person."

Joan quickly followed the ball of light floating forward, that is, the old white soul manifested, and asked curiously, "Who are you taking me to see?"

"Master Mimir."

"What character is Mimir?" Joan became more and more confused.

"Sir Mimir is a demigod and one of the ancestors of the Asa."

Before Joan felt that the name "Mimir" was familiar, after hearing Lao Bai's introduction, he suddenly remembered that Kandy had mentioned this name. According to legend, the ancestors of the Assa tribe originally lived on the Asgard Plateau in central Wilnoa 40,000 years ago, during the era of floods and giants. At that time, the Asa tribes also had the power of mythology. Leaders and prophets are even "demigods" with level 10 mythological powers.

Mimir is an Asa "demigod", known as the "wise old man". It is a pity that in the "Twilight War" that determines the fate of the Assa, this ancient and splendid civilization was eventually destroyed by the giants. Now, Asgard, the home of the Asa, has become a kingdom of giants, and the descendants of the Asa are forced to flee. In the Midgard and Yalfheim region on the east coast of Wilnoa, they married and reproduced with the local indigenous people. They have lost their mythical powers today, and their civilization is even lower than that of human society on other continents. Colonists from the Old World ridiculed themselves as "foolish barbarians".

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