Magic Apprentice

"Holly-the messenger of the great gods, once again came to this land of pity for the gods, he brought us new hope."

An old man with white hair and crimson robes, standing in the center, said loudly and piously, his words seemed to be a call and a prayer.

There was a circle of people sitting around the old man. Their faces and eyes were also filled with piety and desire.

"What will the great Horry bring us this time?" A young man with a tall figure who was still full of childishness could not help asking.

"I don't want to guess the saint's intentions, but I can be sure that the saint will lead us to a more brilliant tomorrow." The old man said loudly with determination.

Not only the old man but everyone around him was also full of excitement and enthusiasm.

A cheer rang out on the grassland, and the cheering spread far away, echoing on the vast expanse of grassland.

Standing on the outermost side, Enleco could not help shaking his head. He knew he had done something wrong again. His curiosity should not be so strong that he wanted to know what the **** was, so he should hold the tribe so solemnly. meeting.

Seeing everyone's ferocious expression and looking at the pious look on their faces, Enleco felt extremely funny.

The little trick he played under the pressure of Kris was actually seen by the Montita people as a sign that their great saint came again.

Even Enleco was extremely surprised that the news spread so fast on the grassland that it had arrived here in just a few days.

Enleco himself did not know where he was in the kingdom of Montita now, he had long lost the concept of direction and position.

At the same time, he now finally understands why Joe said at the time that Her Royal Highness was a hopeless road idiot.

The earth chariot is indeed a great artifact, but when it is in the hands of a guy who always has a huge deviation in the direction and distance, it may not be practical for the ordinary teleportation magic circle.

However, Enleco dare not show any complaints in front of Her Royal Highness. There is nothing more dangerous than showing dissatisfaction with Her Royal Highness.

Enleco was gratified that Kris still had self-knowledge. Eventually, she gave up unnecessary travel and chose a more direct but not so convenient way to travel, found a tribe and followed them to Monti Grant, the capital of the kingdom ││ This legendary city of hope.

Looking at the old patriarch's generous speech, Enleko shook his head secretly. He quietly stepped out of the crowd, staying there again would make him unbearable.

Enlecco also didn't know where to go. His tent was the place where he felt most restrained and horrified. In fact, he always couldn't figure out what relationship he had with Her Royal Highness Princess Chris.

Enlecco had never had any extravagance, and Kris would treat him like a husband.

If he can be regarded as a disciple and an apprentice, Enleco is already satisfied, but now it seems that he is still far away from that position, which makes Enleco feel quite helpless.

Zuo Siyou thought, after hesitating for a long time, Enleco walked outside the camp.

In order to prevent everyone from being dragged away by wolves and other ferocious beasts in the grassland at night, a two-person high fence was built around the campsite.

Although the slender fence made of bamboo can be easily cut off by a machete, it can only block the fierce pack of wolves.

A door similarly made of bamboo was tightly closed. Even in the daytime, it could not be taken lightly. Outside was a cruel world of weak meat and strong food.

Two horses and a carriage were tied next to the bamboo door. If the craftsmen of other kingdoms on the mainland saw such a humble carriage, they would be extremely ashamed.

But in this grassland kingdom, horse-drawn carriages are rare new things.

This is a very simple and lightweight two-wheeled wagon. The wheel frame is very delicately made, but the wheel frame is simply placed on two rattan chairs. Even if it is covered with a piece of cowhide, it is definitely a crude work.

The manufacturer of this carriage is Enleco himself.

Enleco was very interested in travellers and those beautiful and delicate carriages since he was a child. He always wanted to own his own carriage, and now he finally got his wish.

Enleco is not without the ability to make the carriage more beautiful, but that would be too striking, and now for him, after experiencing countless prosperity and glory, what he is most annoyed by is attracting the attention of others.

When coming out of the campsite, Enleco did not forget to close the bamboo gate, and there were always beasts waiting to enter the campsite.

Driving the carriage, Enleco drove towards the distance, which was the direction of the morning hunting team.

A lush green prairie in Montita, a gust of wind blew through the wilderness, and a wave of green was immediately raised in the wilderness. A little white appeared in the wave. The tribe's sheep flocked there to graze. "Moo" voice accompanied by bursts of cowbells.

This is a fairly affluent tribe. The cattle and sheep herds are thriving. The most gratifying for Enleco is that this tribe obviously has a bright future, because there are just a few babies born in the tribe, and a dozen People of the same age as them are about to reach adulthood. They went to Grant to attend the adult ceremony and received the blessing of the respected and supreme Sante.

This is a young tribe, but it is not lacking in knowledge because of its youth. Because this tribe has several elders full of wisdom, the old patriarch is the best among them.

According to Enleko, these old men are somewhat similar to the Dad Dato who always remembers in his heart. They have the same wisdom, the same hard work, the same hard work and resentment, and they also have a fanaticism.

Because of this, Enleco was very willing to stay with them (considering that he had to face Her Royal Highness Princess Chris after going back, this willingness was even stronger).

The carriage was sprinting on the grassland like a gust of wind. The magic circle carved below the bottom axle of the unobtrusive place made the carriage seem to float in the air without being affected by the ground bumps.

This is a supercar that doesn't look very good, and Enleco is quite complacent about it.

He was thankful for this. He finally found a way to enjoy the countless benefits of magic quietly and unobtrusively.

Enleco is very regretful. If he knew how to do it at the beginning, and was not so arrogant to get an unmanageable result, then now he may not fall into such a situation.

While Enleko was complaining about himself, suddenly he heard a cry in the distance.

Enlek can understand the language spoken by the Montitas, but he knows nothing about this method of using shouting to deliver messages.

"My dear friend Riding, why are you leaving your beautiful wife, is it because she is too harsh?" A few riders came from afar, and a rider on his horse said with a smile.

He held the reins in his left hand and a curved bow in his right hand. He wore a bright red hat on his head and looked very energetic. He looked about the same age as Enleco.

"Le Kress, my friend, do you need me to teach you two hand skills, so that you can tame your wife as if it were a little sheep?" Another rider also teased.

Although Enleko hadn't met them for only a week, everyone in the tribe clearly saw that he was afraid of the beautiful wife who was several years older than him.

For the Montita people, this is obviously something that makes fun of everyone-making fun in good faith.

But Enlecco was not so relaxed. He didn't care much about making fun of everyone. What he worried about was what would happen if Chris knew what everyone thought.

Enlecke probably wouldn't guess optimistically, Kris would give him a face like he did when he first met his father, and he would show gentleness to him.

The more likely result is to be angry with oneself because of anger, and that's when one falls down.

Enleco suddenly thought of Kris's reluctance to hold her temper, trying to be gentle and virtuous. When he came to the Kingdom of Montyta, the terrible price he might pay for it, he felt horrified, and he couldn't help but shudder. .

Perhaps the fierce Kris is better, at least it was a predictable storm.

"How are your gains?" Enleco quickly changed the subject, and now he is playing smarter.

"Very good. The water plants here are very fertile, so the rabbit is quite fat. Go back and let my wife cook delicious roast rabbit meat for you." The rider in the hat said with a smile.

"Okay, I can't wait any longer." Enlek said pretending to be excited, he drove the carriage with the riders.

The hated rider named Bashan is the great-grandson of the patriarch. He, of the same age as Enleco, will be blessed by the great magister Cisilia.

The other riders are a few years older than Enleco, and they represent the future of the tribe.

"By the way, Bashan, I haven't figured it out. You are not short of food. Those cattle and sheep are all very fat. Why do you still have to hunt rabbits?" Enleco asked in confusion.

"We lived like this seven hundred years ago. This is what the great saints gave us the most valuable instructions and teachings. We don't lack food but we still hunt hares, not because we are insatiable or naturally like to hunt." The young rider glanced at Enlecco and said, "I know you must think so, all the Lyding people I have seen think so."

Enlecco didn't try to justify. He shrugged and asked, "So what's the real reason?"

"In order to suppress the number of wolves, the grassland of Montyta is very fat, so the rabbits living here have a unique living environment. You know how well those rabbits are good at fertility, and a pair of hares will become a large group in a blink of an eye. . "

Bashan shook his head helplessly and said, "It is precisely because there are so many rabbits that the grasslands can have so many wolves."

"I get it. It's really great wisdom. Solve the problem fundamentally, rather than wait until the problem comes up and try to find out. The saint is indeed a great man." Enleco praised.

Half of these words come from his sincerity, and the other half are ten, to cater to these fanatic grassland people.

Enlaiko knew the position of the saint in the minds of the Montitas, and he knew how hopeless the fanaticism was.

When he was in the Kingdom of Reading, he had learned the intensity of this fanaticism, but what the Reading people respected was not an illusory saint, but a well-known wise man with a surname and even descendants.

Enleko now has no expectations of his childhood. For him, no matter the gods or the great heroes in history, they all lost the aura that had originally enveloped them.

One of the gods was actually a fake guy, and his true face turned out to be the elder of the Devil Race. The magnificent and solemn war between gods and demons was distorted into a funny farce by a ridiculous reason.

What makes Enleco even more intolerable is that, in his view, the culprit that caused this earth-shattering turmoil is just a bad old man with bad habits who likes to play tricks on others.

Coupled with the growing understanding of Xi Ling and her strange family, Enlecke also did not have much confidence in the wise man whom the Redding people respected as the great founding father.

And the one that hit him the most is the bad middle-aged teacher who is the same as himself. It is really difficult to find a little respected place from him, but in fact in his time, this guy was actually The greatest hero.

The huge contrast and sense of loss made Enleco completely lose all faith.

In addition, another reason is that Enleco is quite skeptical that the so-called saint may be like a necromancer who pretends to be a ghost, and the so-called heavenly soldiers are just a group of beautiful illusions. Skeleton soldier.

"It sounds like you are a little bit distracted, but there is no way. For a person like Lyding, how can we really understand the respect and admiration of our Montita people for the saints?" Bashan said with disapproval. .

"There is no Monti without the Saint." Said another rider. He looked like the oldest person here, wearing a beautiful shawl that was obviously not produced locally by Monti.

"Ancha, I know exactly what the saint means to you, and what kind of miracle will he create again this time?" Enleco said.

"The grassland is getting more and more uneven. In addition to the wolves, there are those Kaoqi people. They are more greedy than the wolves." The rider named Ancha said: "Tell you a secret, this time we When the tribe arrives at Grant, in addition to letting Bashan and his wife receive blessings, the patriarch hopes that the supreme Lord Sant will give us glory. "

"What kind of glory?" Enleco asked curiously.

He is indeed very curious, because the Montitar Kingdom is a country that grows on grasslands and horsebacks. Most of the Montitians, like this tribe, live a free and nomadic life. They have no fixed territory, and they also have no status, Ideas such as Guanlu and Fengshang.

Is there anything that these grassland people are striving for?

"Our tribe has nearly 1,300 people. Although it is not as good as the first-class tribe with more than 10,000 people like Hankolo League and Qipal League, it is also considered to be on the grassland. It ’s quite remarkable that the patriarch hopes that Lord Sant will allow us to form a cavalry team and allow us to join the ranks of unicorns. "

Ancha said with great enthusiasm that he was flushed with red light, and even Enleco could feel the passionate blood on him.

For the Unicorn Corps, Enleco is no stranger. During the journey in the psychedelic forest, Kate mentioned to him this powerful and equally mysterious cavalry regiment.

"After joining the Unicorn Cavalry, what will this tribe do, settle down near the capital Grant? Or will the tribe continue to move around, but you leave your parents and wives?" Enleko couldn't help asking because he was very It is clear that Bashan and his newly-wed wife are intimately intimate, and they would not be willing to separate from each other.

"Dear Friends of Reading, you obviously have some misunderstandings. Montyta has never had an army like yours in Reading and other countries, and there are no knights whose occupation is war; each of us is the bravest Warriors, knights and archers. "Speaking of which, Bashan raised the curved bow in his hands:" Not only men, our wives can also pick up knives, guns and bows, and in peacetime we are excellent hunters Shepherd. "

The newly met friend surprised Enlecco. After a while, he recovered and asked, "What about unicorns? Is that also the case? This is really unimaginable."

"I can guess why you are so surprised to be a member of the unicorn. Naturally, it's a little different," Ancha said.

Bashan could n’t help but interject and said: “If you get the permission of Lord Sant, our tribe will have the honor of welcoming a new member, he will definitely be an extraordinary warrior, he will become our training and commander , Teach us superb martial arts and fighting skills. "

"That warrior will migrate with you?" Enleco asked again.

"He will be fully integrated into our tribe, will become a member of our tribe, the most respectable member." Bashan said, his expression is full of longing and desire.

Another rider immediately smiled next to him and said, "We all know that Bashan has always dreamed that he could become a captain one day. This kind of status is very popular with girls, and many girls will give him gifts. hold."

Hearing this sentence, Enleko nodded his head incessantly. He knew exactly what the rider was referring to. The Kingdom of Montyta is a strange country with many strange customs, one of which is Monty Men can marry several wives.

This custom reminded Enleco of the elves in the song bell.

Enleco was even quite skeptical that the blood of the elves was flowing on these Montitas, at least when it came to dealing with marriage and love, the two were too similar.

As they were talking, they saw a group of young people riding on a horse from a distance. Everyone here bowed and arrowed at the bushes of non-stop shaking grass, and hunted dogs at their feet. The bark of "Wang Wang", drilled around.

Seeing the grass that was rolling like waves, and the rabbit who just jumped up and wanted to escape from the surrounding net, Enleco couldn't help but ask, "How many are there?" "

"Two or three thousand, we drove the hounds in a row all morning. Within five miles, almost no cave was leaked." Ba Shan explained as he drew an arrow from behind.

"Is it necessary to shoot an arrow? These poor creatures have fallen into the snare. Presumably you have a more convenient way to get these prey." Enleco shook his head and sighed.

"Cute Redding people, do n’t think we are too cruel, this is a kind of practice. For the training of eyesight and arrows, our ancestors have continued this training for hundreds of years, which makes every one of us Become the best shooter. "Bashan said.

He glanced at the delicate curved bow hanging next to Enleco ’s carriage and said disapprovingly: "As a Riding man, your arrow skills are very good, but I can guarantee that any ten in the tribe is ten years old The above children can definitely beat you in actual combat. "

"Yeah, even a girl can win, because we have been training arrows this way since childhood. For us, the fixed target is a toy used to practice in childhood." Another rider interjected.

"Do you want to try it?" Bashan handed a pot of arrows.

"No, I believe everything you say." Enlecco said quickly, he was not a guy who would stick to his position in areas he was not good at.

Enleco admired the arrow skills of these prairie people. To his surprise, these people shot arrows so fast that they didn't need to aim at all.

He was even more surprised that no one had fully filled the bowstring, and at most half of them shot the arrow, and they actually held the bowstring with their thumbs.

Enleko tried it in private, and it felt awkward.

"Not too used to it. Our bow is very hard, and we need to shoot the arrow with the fastest speed. If you use the method of buckling, our fingers have already separated from the palm." Bashan stopped and raised his hand The thumb, the leather fingertips on the thumb of the fingertip, have worn out and worn out.

"You don't seem to have filled your bowstrings, are you shooting arrows more quickly?" Enleco couldn't help asking.

"No, this is to make the hand more stable, but also to prevent the arrows from being shot into the soil too deep. After all, we can't do everything. The arrows are too precious for us, and we must cherish each arrow. "" Bashan said solemnly.

"There are grasslands everywhere, but bamboo and trees are only found in the mountains, and those mountains are owned by the demon and the indigenous people who guard the demon. In order to get some wood and bamboo, we need to spend a huge price. This is definitely not you. What you can imagine. "Ancha said while aiming at the grass with an arrow.

"Demon? Is there really a demon?" Enleco asked, and he didn't really believe the rumored demon.

As a magician, although he believes in high-level Warcraft, he can also chant chants like humans to launch powerful magic, at least the old wolf encountered in the magic forest is the best proof.

However, Enlek does not believe that there is a monster in the world that can manipulate humans and can change a lot.

Maybe it's a kind of Warcraft that is good at illusion, maybe it's a variant of the Goblin family. Enleco is hard to believe in a kind of unknown existence, which is contrary to the survival form of most creatures.

Demons are incomprehensible, although there are many legends, especially in the Kingdom of Montyta, which have a lot of legends.

However, in this kind of legend, it can survive for tens of thousands of years, and can change into a variety of appearances, with all kinds of magical and immortal creatures, which is difficult for Enleco to understand.

The hunters who were busy with archery stopped, their expressions were very dignified.

"My friend, you can't believe in the existence of demons, but you better not say your thoughts. I must warn you that the land you are in now is the sphere of influence of those demons, Montita Kingdoms are the hometowns of demons. They know everything, they know everything, they are everywhere, and they are omnipotent. "

Bashan said heavily: "And my great-grandfather's grandfather once encountered a demon, and he survived, but he was taken away for 20 years in return. Our tribe was protected by the demon, and the tribe was able to Prosperity. "

Enleko had nodded again and again, he clearly understood that he had made a fatal mistake.

Obviously these people see a certain demon as their patron saint. If they doubt the existence of the demon, it seems to them that it is no different from blasphemy.

Enleco knew exactly what would happen if he blasphemed against God. When he was in Chengdaville, he had already suffered the cold eyes of the believers of the goddess of life.

After all, the believers of the Goddess of Life are peace-loving and hate violence believers, and these Montitas must not hate violence. Enleco felt a chill in his back when he saw the shining arrows in their hands.

"I am very interested in hearing about your peculiar ancestor's experience. I am interested in all adventures. You must satisfy my curiosity." Enleco quickly remedied.

Even when he said this, he felt more and more degenerate and hypocritical. He seemed to be slowly approaching the slippery Jerry, and the elite Miss Hilling County Master who was in charge of the organization, was becoming more and more The more slippery, the more the wind turns the rudder.

But he also had a deep frustration in his heart. If he didn't learn this, he would have a hard time living next to Her Highness Princess.

As Enleco predicted, the simple and simple personality of the Montitas was indeed easy to be deceived, and their views of the family and tribes made them ungrateful of those who praised the glory and glory of their ancestors.

I saw that Ba Shan straightened his waist plate, his face glowed with a strange red light, and even his neck was stained with a hint of red. This is obviously not because of shyness, but because of his **** performance.

The people next to them also hung their bows and arrows. Although everyone in this story is too familiar with this story, but every time someone tells this story, the people around them will still be the same as when they first heard it. Excited inexplicably.

After all, for them, this is the beginning of the tribal prosperity, this story will be passed down from generation to generation in their clan, among their descendants.

"Our tribe was on the verge of extinction. A sudden storm brought hail that destroyed everything. Only corpses survived. Only the elderly, women, and children survived. After that hail, we had almost nothing, and almost all cattle and sheep died. Only a few lambs and calves are left. "

Bashan's tone was unusually low.

Enleco knew exactly what it meant to encounter such a disaster on the grassland.

"At that time, almost everyone lost their confidence and wanted to live. They could only find another tribe who was willing to take us. It was not difficult for women and children, but the elderly would definitely be rejected.

"We are on the verge of extinction. We met many tribes. They asked the elderly to leave without exception. The cured meat was about to be eaten up. If they wanted to continue to survive, they could only kill the lambs and calves, but they were tribes. Where the hope lies, after eating them, the tribe completely lost hope.

"The old man and the woman hunted the hares together, and so our tribe reached the Kunga Mountain with difficulty. It was one of the many sacred mountains in the Kingdom of Montita. Among these sacred mountains, there were not only human-eating beasts. There are indigenous people and the demons they guard.

"People on the grassland will never enter the holy mountain unless they are absolutely necessary, and they will not dare to kill the spirits in the holy mountain, but my ancestor has violated the rules that the grassland man has always followed. He secretly entered alone. Holy Mountain. "

Enlaiko couldn't help but ask: "Why? Is he asking for the demon's help?"

"No, no one has heard of monsters helping people before. My ancestors valued the goats on the hillside. They will bring hope to the tribes. On the grassland, cattle and sheep represent The wealth represents the prosperity and prosperity of the tribe.

"His goal is the most powerful head sheep. As long as he grabs the head sheep, the other goats will follow him obediently, but my ancestors never thought that he would knock him down before he could start. What made my ancestors even more scared was that the goat gradually became a half-human half-sheep in front of his eyes, and he even spoke. "

Bashan said that he stopped here, his eyes flashed with panic, as if he were the ancestor, as if he was falling in front of the demon.

"My ancestor originally thought that he would be devoured by demons. The legendary demons would eat people, but what surprised him was that the demon did not attack him. Instead, he told him that it knew he would come and knew him. Will attack it. "

"The demon gave my ancestor two choices. The first choice was that he could leave unharmed, and the second choice was to use his remaining life in exchange for the tribe's prosperity again."

Bashan straightened his waist again, his head raised slightly, his face full of pride and respect.

"My ancestor chose the second path without hesitation. The demon kept his promise. He told my ancestor two things, and those two things changed the destiny of the entire tribe."

Enlek raised his head curiously. He became more and more interested in the story of Bashan. In fact, although he still doubted the authenticity of the story, Enlaiko was curious about predicting the future, because it was originally Only the powers possessed by the gods, and the only one who can clearly see the future is the tallest of the gods-the **** of wisdom, love Tarotans Carter.

"The first thing is a direction. The demon told my ancestors to walk in that direction. The tribe will meet a group of people with something in their hands. For most Montitas, it ’s a waste. , But that kind of thing can bring a turn for our tribe. "

"Who did your tribe meet, and what is that thing? Can you tell me?" Enlaiko couldn't help interrupting Bashan and asked in interruption.

No one answered, and they all pointed their fingers at the stretched net under their feet.

"Is it the caravan?" Enleco asked again.

"Yes, you guessed it right. It is indeed the caravan, the caravan of Redding, your compatriots saved us and saved our entire tribe, so from now on, we The caravan is very polite. "Bashan said with a smile:" You are lucky, you are a Lyding. "

Enlecco also smiled and nodded again and again, he breathed out a deep breath in his heart, it seemed that he had pretended to be a Leding, and he really gave him a crooked fight.

"So what is the second prediction?" Enlecco asked enthusiastically.

"The second prophecy has never been fulfilled, but each of us is convinced that this prophecy will be fulfilled." Bashan said solemnly, and the eyes of other people were also full of fortitude.

"Please tell me what the second prediction is. I am very curious about it." Enleco couldn't help but ask.

"The second prediction is that Tomur's disciples will come to our tribe and leave behind the long-lost superb skills." At this point, Bashan's expression is even more excited and excited, and everyone else is so. .

"Tomur?" Enleco felt inexplicable, and he was quite new to the name.

"By the way, I forgot that the name of Tomur is only called by us Monti people. For you, the name of the great hero is" Sold "." Bashan said with a smile.

Enlek nodded again and again, but in fact, he still knew nothing about this Mr. Soder.

"So what happened to your ancestors? Didn't you just say that he returned to the tribe unharmed?" Enleko asked, and he had decided not to worry about the unknown Mr. Sood anymore. .

"Yes, he returned to the clan safely, but on the third day after he got the net and understood the premonition given by the demon, my ancestor passed away quietly, and he was still smiling with a smile when he was dying." Bashan said sadly.

"I believe that if he sees the prosperous scene of the tribes today, he will be very pleased." Enleco comforted.

At night when the bonfire was lit, everyone sat in front of the bonfire.

This is the largest tent among the tribes. This tent belongs to the most respected family among the tribes. This is the tent of the Bashan family, and Enleco is the VIP of their family.

The VIP is only Enleko. In the Montaita Kingdom, there will never be a woman ’s seat on the table. Of course, there is never an absolute thing in this world. Special cases always exist, and the only special case in the Montaita Kingdom. It is the royal palace, and it is not the majesty of the king that sits on the main seat of the palace, but the majesty of the supreme magister Hercules.

Fortunately, Enleco is obviously that Kris did not intend to fight for her position in this regard.

Enlaiko felt much more relaxed without the high princess teacher nearby. In fact, he was quite willing to stay at the patriarch's house. He would never return to his tent until late at night.

Of course, all Montitas can understand the reason why Enleco did this, but they do not intend to talk about it in person.

Inside the pot on the campfire, there was a burst of rabbit meat.

The youngest wife of the patriarch is cutting carrots into the pot. Beside her is the great-grandson-in-law's newlywed wife who is not much younger than her.

This is indeed a huge family. Bashan has a lot of uncles, sitting in a circle next to the campfire, and the women are waiting to drink.

Enlecco desperately covered his cup. He did appreciate the enthusiasm of the Montittans, but the prairie people's racket of persuasion on the table made him dare not compliment.

"Le Kreis, my dear friend, if you want to be a real man and do n’t want to be trampled under your feet by that murderous woman, you will drink this glass of wine and then return to the tent majesticly Give her a good lesson, and I promise that your wife will bow to you from now on, like a little sheep. "Said a man with a full beard and a very solid figure.

"So you can't help but drink this glass of wine, and just let you go, we are completely for your sake." Another person also came over and said, this time he even raised the glass in front of Enleco.

If anything makes Enleco feel worse than persuasion, it must be drinking.

The spicy taste made Enleco feel as if his throat was about to burn, and the wines of these Montitas were simply poisons used to kill people.

Compared with this kind of wine, the two glasses he had drunk before could indeed be regarded as syrup.

Bashan also walked in with fun. He shook Enleco's body vigorously, as if to let the power of the wine spread as quickly as possible.

Seeing Enleko's face getting red, a sweat bead oozing from the forehead and the tip of his nose, his mouth widening unconsciously, the thick alcohol flew into the air with his breath.

Every Montita was as excited as if he had just won a battle.

Bashan patted Enleco's shoulder hard, and this action made Enleco almost lie down on the ground.

"Okay, my Reading friend, now you should feel your body heating up, and your muscles are full of strength. The most important thing is that you are now fearless, aren't you?" Said the next big man with a smile.

"Yes, I'm not afraid." Enlaiko said to his mouth confusedly.

"Okay, now it's time to do the right thing. Let's take you back to your tent. You have to be ashamed to be a real man." The big man pulled Enlekola up and said.

The people next to him also followed, and Bashan ran to the other side of the tent quickly. When he came back, he carried a leather whip in his hand.

"Take this and give your mother-in-law a good manner, which is good for your future." Bashan put the leather whip into Enleco's hands.

Enlecke was unable to stand stupidly. He only felt as if he was being pushed forward by others.

Six or seven people crowded around the rocking Enleco and walked out of the biggest tent. A lot of people had been watching around there. They were all waiting to see the excitement, because Bashan told everyone that he would come back today. The little Lyding who was so weak for his wife became a real man.

In fact, many people in the tribe bet on this matter, and less than 10% have confidence in their Redding friends.

Enleco, surrounded by everyone, returned to the front of his tent and walked staggered in. He had long forgotten the purpose of his return.

For him now, there is already a little difference between up, down, left, and right. The best option is to lie down on the ground, but even so, Enleco still feels that the ground is turning slowly.

"Slap!" There was a snapping sound, and an enchantment separated the inside and the outside.

Putting down the calculation lithograph in her hand, Kris looked at Enleco coldly, and she already knew everything from Enleco's memory.

A screaming sound rang out, and the cold water falling from the sky was mixed with huge ice cubes, pouring Enleko all over.

I saw that Kris stretched out her right hand and grabbed Enleco overhead, and when her hand was retracted, there was a white mist in the palm of her hand.

Enlaiko, who was originally groggy, woke up suddenly.

He was still wondering why he was so wet. When he saw Kris's sullen expression, Enleco understood everything, and fear hung over him.

But Enlecco didn't dare to defend himself, because he knew that Chris must have known everything.

"Very majestic, want to be a real man-" Her Royal Highness Princess said coldly.

In an instant, Enleco seemed to return to Pirate Island again, as if to return to the cave that could freeze everything.

"I know what you want to say, you were instigated by them, right?" Chris sneered and asked.

Enleco neither dared to nod nor shook his head.

"And you can also refrain from saying that the glass of wine made you unconscious." Chris continued.

This time Enleco nodded again and again.

"However, although you are a little unclear, you haven't lost the whip in your hand. Obviously, your mind is still a little sober." Chris said with a slight smile, her smile scared Enleco.

Subconsciously, Enleko hid the leather whip behind him.

Seeing Enleco's fear, Kris felt very interesting, and she was quite satisfied.

"Take the whip," Chris said coldly, and she extended her right hand.

"Slap!" There was another sound of fingers, and the enchantment disappeared without a trace.

The Montita people who were standing outside the tent and waiting for a good show were originally puzzled. They did not know why the tent was quiet and silent.

Suddenly, the screams made everyone startled, but everyone heard clearly, it was the screams of their friends in Redding.

Bashan shook his head helplessly. He took out two silver coins and stuffed it into the hands of his father, the big-faced beard.

The bright moonlight shone on the grassland, except for one or two long and desolate wolf calls, everything seemed so quiet.

The night is a moment of rest for the herdsmen. They have to get up before dawn tomorrow. No one on the grassland has the right to sleep.

In the tent, Enleco was uneasy in his heart. He had just been hit by a whip, but he was not allowed to sleep on the floor at night by Enzhun.

However, when she was next to Chris, Enleco would not dare to think about it, because as long as there was a bad idea for Chris, Chris would know it clearly.

Enlecco can't guarantee such good luck, and always get the pardon from Her Royal Highness.

"What did you say today?" Chris asked coldly.

"You will not be interested. The topic we are discussing is about the beliefs of the Montita people, discussing the saint they believe in." Enleco did not dare to tell the truth, and Kris obviously does not know it now. Due to the oppression of Chris, what he did has made people on the grassland mistakenly believe that the holy man "Holi" came to the earth again.

Enleco is sure that after knowing all this, Kris will definitely make a decision on this matter.

Her opponent, Her Majesty Queen Cecilia, was highly respected and esteemed in Montita, and she also had the title of Saint "Sant".

However, "Sant" is only a saint after all. If a saint appears, then Sant will be stepped on.

Enleco believed that Her Royal Highness Princess Chris was absolutely willing to step on her feet, Her Majesty Queen Sisilia.

"Hmm-" Kris nodded, obviously this was indeed not a topic she was interested in: "Is that all?"

Enleco dare not lie. The contract forbids him to lie to Kris, but avoiding the weight is not within the scope of the prohibition. Enleco is more and more understanding how to deal with the **** contract.

"Yes, Bashan told me a very interesting story, a story about their ancestors, and a story about monsters." Enlecco said, he took the topic to the point where it wouldn't cause trouble for himself.

"Do you believe in a demon?" Chris said disapprovingly.

"I just listened to it as an interesting story." Enlek said with a shrug.

Since ancient times, magicians have denied the existence of demons, because both gods and demons can prove their existence, and magicians even know their characteristics.

But the demon is completely different, each statement is so ethereal, sometimes even contradictory.

But Enlek may be the only magician who does not completely deny the existence of the demon. After all, he once heard Most mentioning the existence of the demon and cursing the power of the demon.

"Tell that story," Chris said, and her voice appeared sharp again, obviously she was really interested in it.

Enleco quickly approached the past. He has more and more experience in how to deal with Chris. He knows that Chris ’s mood is obviously very good. He took advantage of this opportunity to show gratitude and warmth to Her Royal Highness. It will be very good for her, like today, at least to make the whip in her hand lighter.

While enjoying Enlek's tenderness and thoughtfulness, while listening to the story he told, Chris felt the comfort with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, Enlaico's words made Chris' eyes widen. She looked at Enlaico in surprise and then sat up slowly.

Enleco had to sit up, he knew that Kris must have found something.

"Does the demon really exist?" Chris said to herself, at this moment her sharp voice echoed in the tent. If it was not because of the separation between the inside and outside, I am afraid that everyone in the tribe would start from Woke up in his sleep.

"Why do you think so?" Enlecco asked in confusion.

"Idiot, of course, that prophecy." Chris glanced at her disciple, and this guy's reaction was so slow.

"It's because of that net?" Enleco asked, puzzled.

The disciple glanced again, but Kris did know the details of the disciple.

"I am not interested in the first prophecy at all. In many myths and legends, there are similar prophecies." Chris frowned slightly. "But the second prophecy should be a real one without a doubt. Predictions. "

"By the way, I never knew who Bashan they said was the" Solder "?" Enleko asked in confusion.

"The guy who doesn't study and lacks knowledge, Soder is one of Victor's friends that year, the sharp knifeman from the Montita grassland." Chris said coldly.

Enleco has long been accustomed to the method of Chris's speech. This proud guy will never admit "Victory Twelve Heroes" and there is no "Magic Emperor" in her eyes.

When it is necessary to mention these people, she always uses "Victor's companions of the year" and "Jackets who kicked Victor out" instead.

"Why do you think the second prophecy is very valuable? So that it can prove the existence of the demon?" Enleco asked, puzzled.

"Because no one but me here knows that the prophecy has been fulfilled, and the successor of Sood, the fast-knife player, is among the clan. That person is you idiot ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chris said she pointed her finger Enlecco said.

"Me?" Enleco felt even more baffled.

"Did you forget? The sharp knife I gave you when I was sent to the Devil World?" Dark red teardrop "is one of the two weapons used by the sharp knife player Soder.

"When I was studying magic in Naga, I took the knife from Victor, but then the knife did n’t make much sense to me, so I gave it to you. "" Chris said rightfully.

Enleco sat there in a daze, he was speechless.

"I am very interested in this matter. You want to find out which direction the holy mountain is. It is best to persuade the patriarch to take us there. If the demon really has the ability to predict, it is definitely worth studying." K Liz said excitedly.

"I have the power to manipulate the space. If I have the ability to foresee, then I will chase Ai Tarotans Carter, ha ha ha." A series of sharp laughter echoed inside the tent.

Enleco stared at Her Royal Highness stunned, her arrogance was obviously more hopeless than her madness.