The Rebirth Magister of Online Games

Lin Moan remained silent, waiting for the old man's explanation. I only heard the old man say: "The location of this plane is connected to another small plane. During the dormant period, this plane of wind has no resistance to the outside world..."

"At this time, monsters who are good at space can easily open the portal, and a large number of monsters will swarm in." The old man said here with tears in his eyes.

Lin Mo said: "Then the original Manshi... ahem, your tribe is very powerful?" He looked at the scene in the tribe again.

The old man was silent for a while, and said with a sob: "It turns out that our Manshi tribe has a population of tens of thousands. After years of wear and tear, there are only less than 4,000 people left in the tribe."

Lin Mo nodded slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, those green-skinned pigs will come again." The reason he said this was that he got a task to help clean up the green-skinned pigs.

The old man said: "The green-skinned wild boars are not scary. If they were the only ones who came to invade the plane of wind, then we would have injured at most a dozen soldiers..."

Lin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Really?" He didn't quite believe it in his heart, but before he saw those green-skinned wild boars, Lin Mo couldn't make any guesses.

"You don't doubt what I said, for example, why did I know that the green-skinned wild boar would attack here?" Lin Mo asked after pondering for a while. He said that there is no basis for the green-skinned wild boars to invade here, it is only based on the information obtained from the mission.

The old man shook his head: "I feel the breath of God in you. You are chosen by God, that is to say, you are an envoy of God." He looked directly at Lin Mo, his eyes full of trust.

Lin Mo was dumbfounded, and after about thirty seconds, he said, "Let's go and visit your tribe."

The old man nodded, leaning on crutches and slowly turned around and walked towards the territory of the Manshi tribe. The middle-aged men and women who were busy stopped their actions and nodded towards the old man.

It seems that this old man's status is not low in the Manshi tribe... Although Lin Mo didn't say a word, he saw all this in his eyes.

He raised his head, looked at the huge sky whale that had gone away, and raised his fist. He said softly: "I must get it!" Although the voice was very soft, it was very confident and firm.

The old man on crutches turned his head to look at Lin Mo, because Lin Mo was already more than ten yards away from the old man. Lin Mo saw the old man's glance back, so he hurriedly followed. Although the old man Lin Mo saw was trembling, he was not slow at all.

Lin Mo followed him into the tribe, and then he observed the ranks of the young adults here. Although Lin Mo doesn't have the "reconnaissance technique" of thieves, and he can't check the level by attacking, but Lin Mo's experience is not just for fun. According to the intensity of their magic power, their level can be roughly inferred.

Lin Mo speculated that the average level of the young and middle-aged men of these barbarian tribes should be around 30, which is exactly the same as the average level of the first crisis in the world of "Sky Domain", "Attack of the Ghost Fire Legion".

Lin Mo is quite familiar with the "Ghost Flame Legion". Their strongest has a terror level of 200 levels. And after twelve years of hard work, Lin Mo's level is only one hundred and ninety...

According to the grades of these young adults, and contacting the old man who said that "only a dozen people will be injured", Lin Mo deduced that in this battle that has not yet happened, he also has a chance to play. In other words, the level of these green-skinned wild boars will not be the same as what Lin Mo saw in his previous life.

And now he also understood the meaning of the mission. He glanced at the tribe of about 4,000 people. Although it was not a large tribe, it was not too small.

The old man turned around and said to Lin Mo: "In the east of the plane of wind, there is the Qingzhu tribe. Their strength is slightly stronger than ours..."

"So the two tribes get along happily?" Lin Mo asked. His demeanor seemed indifferent, for his eyes were completely absorbed by the strange black stone houses. There is a strong adhesive between the black stones of these houses, so the black stone buildings are firm and safe.

The old man looked at Lin Mo and saw that Lin Mo was absent-minded. But he still said: "We support each other, otherwise, if we only rely on the strength of the Manshi tribe to resist the beast tide, the Manshi tribe would have ceased to exist long ago."

"Support each other?" Lin Mo turned his head. He thought for a while and said, "Then how often is the dormant period of the Plane of Wind, and how long does it last?"

"The dormancy time of the Plane of Wind is unknown, but the duration is five days." The old man said, "After these years of summarizing and thinking about countermeasures, we have built a black Great Wall about two hundred yards away. And the outside of the Great Black Wall is full of various traps."

"I see." Lin Mo nodded and said. Suddenly he had another question: "How many children are there in your tribe, why did you only see less than ten playing?"

"Most of the children stayed at home. They haven't awakened yet, so they can't be regarded as adult warriors. And these children playing are the most talented group. They have completed their awakening and are real barbarian warriors... "

"Awakening?" Lin Mo was taken aback. Because awakening is equivalent to a player's job change, there is a qualitative difference in strength from before awakening. He watched the children playing carefully, then smiled.

"With these children, the Manshi tribe will have a safe future," Lin Mo said.

The old man said: "Trust me." Then he walked forward seven or eight steps on crutches, and then he turned around. His movements are still trembling, but his eyes are not cloudy, but full of confidence.

"Now you understand why I wasn't worried at all when I heard you say that the green-skinned wild boar would attack here?" The old man smiled slightly. He continued to add: "No green-skinned wild boar can break through the defense of the Great Black Wall and the magic defense array I set up."

Lin Mo nodded: "But you only have the strength of level 30 or 40..." He was a little puzzled, why an npc of level 30 dared to boast so much. So he tilted his head, quietly waiting for the old man's answer.

Hearing what Lin Mo said, the old man's expression became serious, and tears glistened in his eyes looking at the black Great Wall.