Mage Lord: The Tech Tree is Skewed by Me

Leon looked around.

The shadow monster that was supposed to be eating a meal had long since disappeared, and the entire ancient archives seemed empty.

After realizing the strange changes in the ancient archives, the confusion on Leon's face faded almost instantly, replaced by a vigilant and solemn expression.

This is indeed his golden finger.

But until this moment, Leon has not yet figured out what is hidden in the gray black mist.

Could it be some big BOSS? Or is it an old monster that has lived for thousands of years? Or even one of your own gods who is ready to seize your body at any time?

The more divergent Leon's thinking becomes, the tighter the string in his heart becomes.

He stretched out his hand to explore, and the staff made of elk, goose and antlers appeared in Leon's hand in an instant.

"Light!"

Leon raised his staff and chanted some ancient spell with a specific melody.

After a while, the light that once lit up the night sky when the Lapruk people attacked at night flashed on the top of the staff, and the soft and bright light formed a round ball of light.

The ball of light was not dazzling, but it was bright enough, at least... far brighter than the bronze chandelier hanging from the sky.

In an instant, the originally diffuse black mist instantly retreated a few inches, revealing more bookshelves that were originally hidden behind the black mist.

This was an idea that Leon suddenly realized when he ordered Andrew and others to pick red cordyceps.

Since the bright sunshine at noon can make the dark fog subside a little, allowing the expedition team from Antolia to cross the Bergori Pass at ten minutes at noon to explore the unknown on the other side of the mountains, then the piece of land that I have supported Shouldn't light also have the same effect?

And now, it turns out that Leon's conjecture was correct.

Just as the black mist receded, a void black shadow flashed in front of Leon's eyes,

"Who?! What is it?!"

Leon's alarm bells rang loudly in his heart, and he didn't even have time to rejoice in his cleverness in using the staff to illuminate the light, so he shouted out loud.

However, Leon was destined not to wait for an answer.

Because in the next second, a black shadow shaped like a beetle slowly appeared in the black mist.

Is this a shadow monster?

Leon was a little surprised by this.

In his impression, most of the shadow monsters he saw were... well, how should I put it? They were basically ghostly black shadows that seemed a bit silly at first glance, but really looked silly upon closer inspection.

At least the appearance is very consistent with Leon's stereotype of A Piao, as if it will dissipate if you swing it with a stick.

But the thing in front of me... is just like a semicircular beetle with a bunch of legs and feet. Its entire body is made of thick black mist, and it looks particularly solid, with black liquid flowing out of it. fog.

"Fireball!"

Familiar spells, familiar usage.

Seeing the black shadow not far away rushing straight towards him, Leon immediately sent a fireball with quick hands and eyes.

bass!

The fireball hit the black beetle's body accurately.

Then, the flame went out, and the seemingly solid black beetle split into two halves instantly, turning into a ball of mist lying on the ground, dead~

"Is this dead? So brittle?!"

Just when Leon was extremely surprised, he saw a few black mist scattered on the ground suddenly moving quickly, and then under his own eyes, they once again merged into a black beetle not far away. .

"Alive again?"

Leon was surprised again, but this time, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, whenever Leon's fireball comes into contact with the body of the black beetle, it will be scattered into mist balls falling on the ground like mitosis, but then it will reunite again, like an unbeatable little strong, endless life, The cycle goes back and forth.

Is this thing invincible?

After this black beetle, which was condensed from black mist, was resurrected more than ten times in succession, Leon couldn't help but frowned tightly.

At the same time, a question involuntarily arose in his mind. Did his previous behavior of stuffing all the shadow monsters into the ancient archives count as raising Gu?

Damn it!

Since magic couldn't kill the monster in front of him, Leon had to find another way.

Looking around, there are only bookshelves and books in front of me. There are only bookshelves in front of me. I can't smash them with books, right?

etc--

Just as Leon was hesitating, his right hand inadvertently touched the sword at his waist.

It was a gift that Hillman gave to himself when he first came to the territory, a sharp sword that the dwarf craftsman had worked hard to forge for several years.

However, since Leon is a genuine mage, he has never used a sword much before.

Thinking of this, seeing the black mist not far away once again gathered into the shadow of a black beetle, Leon simply stopped hesitating, put down the staff in his hand, and pulled out the sharp long sword from the scabbard.

As the lord of Antolia, how could Leon not know how to use a sword?

You know, before going to Palma City to study, practicing swordsmanship has always been a required course for Leon every morning!

Although it had not been used for a long time, Leon had already formed muscle memory.

So, the sword was unsheathed, and Leon stared solemnly at the black figure rushing towards him.

At the moment when he was about to come into contact with him, Leon moved sideways quickly and escaped the black shadow's bite without any damage, and then... the sharp sword pierced the black shadow's body.

Leon felt like a sword had stabbed a soft marshmallow.

In an instant, the shadow of the black beetle turned into a mist scattered on the ground again, but this time, after a minute of waiting, the mist scattered on the ground gradually lost its previous movement.

Is this dead?

Leon, full of doubts, gently picked up a staring fog with the tip of his sword.

Immediately, the changes suddenly increased!

The originally motionless fog suddenly spread over the sword, so that Leon felt an indescribable depression in his mind.

This feeling……

It seems to be the same as the impact of the black fog that Andrew described before.

But soon, almost in just a moment, the spreading fog disappeared without a trace as it gradually approached the hilt of the sword, leaving only ghostly lines and looming shadows on the sword.

What's happening here?

That fog actually merged with the long sword in his hand?

The strong curiosity overcame the doubts in his heart, and Leon tried to swing his sword at the marble pillar on the side. In an instant, a sword mark appeared on the seemingly indestructible stone pillar.

And this also gave Leon a strange idea in his mind.

The long sword in his hand seems to be... enchanted?

Thanks to book friend "Yan Wenming" for the reward of 100 Andal silver coins and a moose and goose~