prehistoric calendar

Moslan Pancake walked out of the luxury carriage. He frowned and looked at the hard stone floor under his feet. There was no red carpet, no attendants lying down for him to step on, and there was no magic levitation to keep his feet from getting wet.

Dirt, this kind of ground...

"Grandpa, do you really want to come here?" Moslan Pancake frowned and retracted his feet, and at the same time said dissatisfiedly to a person in the carriage.

In the carriage, a majestic old man about one meter tall and wearing a luxurious magic robe nodded and said: "You must come. I have made it clear to you. Mosland, you are my best heir. You just need to come."

He became a second-level magician in five years, but to become a high-level magician, he must spend ten years slowly learning metamagic skills. It may be ten years, it may be twenty years, it may be thirty years.

Then after becoming a high-level magician, it will take hundreds of years to become a legend. This is only possible after using the legendary magic I left behind. It will be at least three or four hundred years before you become a legend, and I

...You have less than fifty years left in your life, do you know what this means?"

Mosland listened respectfully, but said nothing.

The old man continued: "We are high-level dwarves, and our number is almost the last among the earth spirit derivatives. Although everyone in our clan has magic talents, and the proportion of excellent magic talents is also very high, because of the scarcity of our numbers,

We don’t have a group of people to rely on, and since we are specialized in magic, it is extremely difficult to increase our lifespan. Even if we become a legend, we will only have a lifespan of five hundred years at most, unless we become a demigod. But my magic talent is actually not top-notch.

Compared to you, I'm far behind. I will never be able to become a demigod in this life, but you are different, Mosland, you have a chance of becoming a demigod."

"After I die, my magic tower, my magic scroll, and the wealth accumulated over the past five hundred years will all be sources of trouble for you. But without these, your road to becoming a legend will be extremely rugged, and it may be

Just like me, I wasted too much time to be able to sprint to the demigod. Therefore, before I die, I must find a mentor for you, one who is enough to protect you and enough to make all those who covet my legendary wealth accumulation

, a mentor that everyone shuns."

Mosland suddenly said with disdain: "So? Grandpa found a mere second-level magician for me?"

The old man glared at Mosante, and he said seriously: "You are a second-level arcanist. I asked you to read the information carefully, but you didn't listen. You just went to have fun with those dudes. Can you believe what they say?"

?Looking at this young and promising person with great talents and great ideas, and now he has even created miracles, everyone only dares to say some sarcastic words secretly, and you actually believe it?"

Moslant curled his lips. His knowledge of this person indeed came from the high-level dance. He was born and raised in the most prosperous area of ​​the Business Alliance. Naturally, he could not be like Jinhe City in the remote mountainous area.

The direct descendants of legends and demigods form a circle of their own. They belong to the second-generation circle that is the most untouchable and the most noble in the entire business alliance. They are like the descendants of powerful people, the descendants of big businessmen, and the heirs of top business groups.

He is only assigned to them as his younger brother.

Recently, a name often appeared in their circle, the second-level magician Wu Ming, a ghost who was just born, and with the support of the demigod dragon lich, he was dominating the edge of the mountainous area and was known as a hegemon.

In this way, they really don't look down on the spoiled children of their contemporaries. Toward Wu Ming, these second-generation people will use all kinds of filthy words and slanderous words, as if this Wu Ming is an extreme villain.

, they only dare to stay in the edge of the mountainous area and dominate. Once these second generation people really meet this guy, he will probably fall to the ground and keep begging for mercy.

Although Mosland knew that the truth would definitely not be what people in their circle said, he had already been a little more disdainful of Wu Ming, who was lucky enough to enter. Until now, his grandfather actually wanted him.

He was actually very reluctant to come to worship Wu Ming as his teacher, but he had always acted like a good boy in front of his grandfather. He couldn't say no to him, but he had already made up his mind, and when the time came, he would

Let's make a fuss here, kill a few servants, embarrass Wu Ming, and let Wu Ming retreat in spite of the difficulties. He actually wants to be my mentor? It's really boring. He's just a second-level person.

what?

The old man didn't seem to notice what Mosland was thinking. He seemed to have many things on his mind. He didn't say anything for a while, but took the lead to get out of the carriage, while Mosland could only hold his nose.

Follow behind.

At this time, an attendant came up to receive him, and the old man said, "I am Mobizart." He said nothing and just looked at the attendant coldly.

This attendant was a human vampire. He stood respectfully and remained silent.

Mobizart frowned. At this moment, the attendants who followed him stepped forward and said loudly to the vampire: "This is Lord Mobizart? What? You don't recognize him!?"

The human vampire smiled and said politely: "Do you have an invitation letter, or can I send it to you for a visit? If not, please go to the inn to rest for a while. We will sort out the guest information as soon as possible to facilitate the immigration department to complete it as soon as possible.

After the information is transmitted, it will be confirmed whether the guest is qualified to enter the core territory in almost three working days."

The attendant was furious and grabbed the vampire's collar and shouted: "How dare you!? Do you know who you are talking to!? This is Lord Mobizart, the legendary magician!! Blind your dog

It’s so obvious that even your lords will call you master when they see it. How dare you speak like this!?”

The vampire's smile gradually disappeared. He pointed at his collar and said, "Is this a threat?"

Mosante, Mobizart, the entourage who was holding him by the collar, and the more than thirty followers behind him were all stunned. Then a few seconds later, except for Mobizart, they all laughed.

After laughing, Moslant sneered and approached the attendant, kicked him in the stomach, and then said with a smile: "Spare your life, I heard a good joke, get out of here,

Open the roadblock. If you don't do it within one minute, I will make you into a meat puppet for fun."

The vampire attendant sneered, and took a whistle directly from his neck. After blowing it, several death knights walked out of their posts around him, but Mosante was not afraid, just counting the numbers, and then,

He heard a voice.

"Kneel down within three seconds, or you will die. Please note that I added the word "please" as a polite term!"

While Mosante was still dazed, he discovered that his grandfather, the great lord and the legendary great magician, owned a territory of more than 5 million square kilometers and more than 80 million people. He was known as the top five in the field of magic in the Business Alliance.

The master-level figure knelt down with a snap, and at the same time, using his fingers, the mage's hand was used, and he directly pushed Mosland to the ground, and also knelt down.

The clever followers immediately followed and knelt down. They were a little dazed, but they didn't know that three seconds had passed. Then a white mark was drawn across, and all the followers who were still standing were cut into two pieces, but it was strange.

The strange thing is that their corpses did not shed the slightest trace of blood, but the entire corpses were completely shriveled, as if they were mummies that had been mummified for a hundred years. There was not even a drop of moisture in their bodies, and they were as dry as dead wood.

Mosland was still kneeling stupidly, he didn't even know what was happening, and then he keenly discovered one thing, his grandfather, the grandfather he admired most since he was a child, the invincible legendary magic

The master once used magic to kill another legend, and was considered one of the most likely candidates to become a demigod among the legends, Mobizart. He, he was actually trembling.

Then, Moslant saw a ghost, a very strange ghost, holding a huge scythe. There seemed to be frost on the scythe. The ghost looked like a skeleton, and was wearing a piece of clothing that exuded a cold and pale light.

The ragged cloak was suspended in mid-air and came over the heads of him and his grandfather.

"Did you threaten and attack Lord Wu Ming's core territory staff?" Ghost asked.

As expected, Mobizart's pancake was trembling. He lowered his head with a trembling voice and said, "Sir, please forgive me, we don't know..."

"Don't you know this is the entrance to Master Wu Ming's core territory? Or don't you know that this attendant is a staff member of the core territory?" The ghost said in a voice that seemed to come from the abyss of the cave.

"My lord, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me," Mobizart pancake just said.

The ghost took a deep look at Mobizat Pancake, then looked at Mosante, and said to the death knight: "Pull them to the square and whip them ten times, and then send them to the guesthouse, where they will wait for review.

It’s over. If you are qualified to enter the core territory, then follow the rules. If you are not qualified, just drive away and go ahead.”

The death knight saluted: "Yes, Lord Ice Scythe."

Moslant was immediately lifted up by the arms of two death knights. As a high dwarf, he is shorter than a dwarf. Unlike goblins and high goblins, the height of high goblins is about the same as that of normal humans, while the average height of high dwarfs

He is 80 centimeters to one meter tall, which is 20 to 30 centimeters shorter than the average dwarf. He looks a little smaller.

Moslant immediately became anxious and shouted loudly: "No, you can't, I, my grandfather and I are distinguished guests, how dare you treat your lord's distinguished guests like this!? You, Ghost, who are you! What is your position?

?Let your lords come out!"

The ghost laughed and straightened out the ragged robe it was wearing. Mosland then saw a work sign on the chest of its robe with the words "Welcoming Attendant" written on it.

"I am Lord Wu Ming's welcome attendant! The welcome attendant is responsible for managing you so-called VIP guests!" Ghost seemed to be laughing very proudly.

Mosland was stunned again. He pointed at the ghost and just shouted: "Welcoming attendant, welcoming attendant, wait, wait a minute, isn't the welcoming attendant..."

Gradually, he was pulled away by the death knight, and his voice could no longer be transmitted...