The Wizard World

Back to the convoy quickly, the camp was still deserted, a few mercenaries held their swords and leaned against the side of the carriage, sleeping soundly. The green smoke from the bonfire also gradually faded, slanting slightly with the wind.

Angelet walked lightly, walked to the bullock cart assigned to him, opened the carriage and got in. Lying sideways next to Ferrera. He opened his eyes and listened quietly in the darkness.

Subtle footsteps soon came from outside the carriage, and gradually faded away after a while.

Angelet leaned against the inner wall of the car, thinking about all the information he got today.

"If the Ancestor of Light is really the backstage of the church, then you must not act rashly and expose yourself. Even if the Ancestor of Light was defeated or sealed at the beginning, his current strength has been greatly reduced. But even if the remaining strength is not necessarily what I can counterbalanced."

Angelet recalled the old dazzing dragon he saw back then, and now that he thought about it, the power level of that old dragon was probably the same as his current self. It is equivalent to a disaster lord without the power of nightmare. It is much stronger than the Dazzling Dragon King that the beholder said. It is estimated that this is also the key reason why it can survive for so long.

From this point of view, in the ancient times, there were three major tribes that were the most prosperous wizards, and the chaotic dragon tribe was only one of them, and the dazzling dragon tribe under its branch had such a powerful existence. Not to mention the most powerful race of humanoid wizards at the time. There are definitely not a few existences of the same level, or even stronger ones.

Such a terrifying force was defeated by the Ancestor of Light in one blow, and it was only with desperate efforts that they managed to pull back a round.

Angelet's eyes tightened in the dark. "According to this calculation, the level of the ancestor of light is definitely above Xifan, and even stronger than ordinary Xifan." The Xifan realm is just a realm he named for the qualitative change above his own level. Involves the scope of the source root.

But in fact, it is beyond his ability to know the difference between existences above this realm and the difference between them.

Sitting in the darkness, Angelet's eyes became a little cautious.

Cuckoo! ! Cuckoo! !

There were bursts of fluorescent owl hooting outside.

The sky gradually turned from black to gray. Some chirping birds were gradually mixed in, and as the morning approached, the forest quickly became lively.

Angelet suddenly glanced at Fu Ruila beside him. Pretend to sleep with eyes closed.

Fu Ruila opened her eyes quietly, and found that she was next to Angelet, leaning on him, her face flushed. Gently let go and backed away, then carefully put on the gray-brown short-sleeved top and trousers, and casually combed the longer blonde hair. Then he carefully crawled towards the entrance of the carriage.

She pouted her little butt, and when she was about to climb to the entrance of the car curtain, she suddenly remembered something, and crawled back carefully, quietly picking up the saw cross sword that Angelet had placed beside the wooden box. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on Angelet's eyes, with a nervous look that he was afraid that he would wake up suddenly.

The length of the saw sword was still a bit long in the narrow compartment, and it was placed beside Angelet again. Ferreira tried her best not to touch the 'sleeping' Angelet. Holding up the sword, he carefully retracted it from Angelet's body.

Slowly, slowly.

After more than ten seconds, Fu Ruila finally took out the saw sword completely, her little face was already a little panting, flushed with exhaustion. Hold a saw sword that weighs five or six catties horizontally with one hand. There were also tiny beads of sweat on her forehead.

After getting the sword, Furuila took out a red booklet from her small box and put it in the pocket of her coat. I felt my little butt crawling towards the car curtain again.

Snapped!

Suddenly a hand hit her buttocks hard.

Fu Ruila froze, not daring to move. Trembling and looking back, Angelet, who was sleeping soundly, was smacking her mouth, just turning over, and slapped her big hand right on her little butt..."".

"Damn wretched uncle!! I will repay you for lunch!! I haven't tried the fly meat sauce, it must taste good!" Fu Ruila cursed fiercely in a low voice, feeling the warm touch of her buttocks and buttocks, I was so scared that I was sweating profusely.

Moving forward slowly, the big hand on the buttocks slowly slid down, landed on the calf, and then transferred to the floor of the car.

Ferreira breathed a sigh of relief. The movement speeded up and climbed out of the car, tearing off the dirty gray cloth curtain.

Sitting in the driving seat, she took out her red leather fawn boots from the fixed wooden box on the right, and quickly put them on.

Holding the saw and sword, he jumped out of the car briskly and walked towards the nearby dark forest.

"Disgusting! Damn it! Feces and bugs are ten times more noble than you!! When I become peerless in swordsmanship, one day I will beat you into a pig's head!! Pig's head!" Fu Ruila was furious when she thought of the embarrassment just now one place.

As she walked, she slashed the surrounding bushes fiercely with the saw sword, and amidst the clattering sound, green grass clippings and branches were chopped and flew everywhere.

"Poor my legendary heroic epic cross sword and the hateful Andre who used such despicable means as food and accommodation expenses to snatch all my treasures!!!" She cursed that nasty uncle as much as she could, cursing for a long time, After thinking about it, he still couldn't find a more vicious word to describe Andre. "Andre the pig!" She nodded and repeated it in a very puzzled manner. "Pig head!"

In the carriage, Angelet couldn't bear it any longer, propped himself up and laughed out loud. Looking out from the gap in the car window, I happened to see Fu Ruila cursing and covering her butt with one hand.

"This little guy is very funny. He usually looks cute and sensible in front of me."

Shaking his head, Angelet sat up cross-legged and began to continue his daily attempts at the gate of the microcosm.

Outside the window, the sounds of the waking up of the guarding mercenaries gradually sounded.

They sat until Furuila came back panting, and had breakfast together. The motorcade was just on the road again, and the sound of the wheels bumped some small stones from time to time, and the whole car body jumped.

Angelet leaned on the carriage boredly, with an old yellow thin book novel in his hand. Furuila was gesticulating with a twig on the side, as if she was still reminiscing about the sword practice in the morning.

"Little Rilla, have you washed your clothes yet?"

"washed."

"Has the old cow been fed?"

"Hey, it's the copper gong grass sold by Aunt Wade in the caravan. One copper coin is a meal."

Angelet glanced up at her.

"The carriage hasn't been wiped yet? And you haven't washed my shoes?"

Fu Ruila's face froze.

"I didn't ask you to travel with me for free." Angelet said with a straight face, "Go, remember to use a Bakelite brush, be firm!"

Ferreira took a deep breath, and stared at Angelet unobtrusively. That look obviously said, you are dead! ! She growled inwardly. I don't give you enough seasoning for lunch, I'll tell you my last name! !

"Okay, go quickly, thank you." Angelet patted the little guy's shoulder with a smile. "Remember not to be lazy. I'll go out for a while."

He turned over and got out of the bullock cart and followed the convoy. Looking back, he saw Fu Ruila honestly started to wash the shoes and the carriage, and then he was satisfied and rushed to the front convoy.

"Exercising those swordsmanship postures all day long will hurt your body, so relax your muscles." He took a few steps to catch up with the car in front, grabbed the wooden frame of the car and followed.

Two mercenaries in shabby clothes followed closely beside the car. He was chewing something while walking, looking lazy and not awake from the "Wizard World".

Angelet took the initiative to move forward.

"You two, do you know where Hylia is now?"

One of the mercenaries glanced at him: "Hailia? That guy seems to be sick. Why are you looking for him?"

A silver coin popped out of Angelet's hand. Accurately flew into the hands of this person.

The mercenary suddenly showed a smile on his face. "I'll take you there. That guy is very sick now, and he's resting in the back compartment."

Without saying a word, he took Angelet and walked back, passing over the carriage that Angelet bought to live in, and the two of them soon came to the back of the convoy, full of a series of oxen pulling the carts.

Several sick men and women were lying on a few dirty gray and black wooden boards. All of them were pale and listless.

The mercenary stopped coming here. "Go there by yourself. Be careful not to get infected in this place. These people are infected with epidemics, and it is difficult to cure them." He hurried back with a disgusted expression.

Bursts of groans could be heard from the wooden boards behind the convoy, among which the leftmost periphery. On one of the carriage boards lay the downcast middle-aged mercenary from last night.

This man's complexion was sallow, and his condition was different from that of others, lying on the wooden board without saying a word. The body shook a few times with the car board, but there was no other reaction.

Angelet walked over and jumped into the bullock cart, sitting next to the man.

"Young man, I see that you are not seriously ill. I have a magic medicine to treat the disease here. Would you like some?" He smiled and looked at the middle-aged man with dull eyes. "I think you obviously suffered from a serious illness last night because of something strange."

The man Hylia's face was shocked, showing a look of astonishment. "How do you know?" He was chased and beaten by a monster woman he didn't know at all last night, saying that he didn't keep his promise, broke his promise, and would just run away. Various charges of "Entertainment Show" have been thrown, and up to now His mind was still bewildered.

If it wasn't for the masked woman's sudden appearance, he probably would have died by now.

Thinking of this, Hailia took a closer look at the man in front of her.

His face is young, mature and handsome, his eyes are dark red and deep. He is obviously a man with rich experience. His fair skin is similar to those noble lords who rarely work, and he is obviously from a good background. It's just that he has a black mustache on his chin and a smiling expression on his face. Gives a very underwhelming feeling.

Wearing coarse gray long trousers, he doesn't look like a poor person at all. Especially a head of long dark red hair, tied into a bunch, shiny and shiny.

Angelet laughed twice. "Of course I know." He lay down on his back next to Hylia. Lower your voice. "I also know that you were rescued by a masked woman last night. Otherwise, you are probably lying dead in the woods by now, right?"

Hailia felt a turmoil in her heart, and couldn't help propping up her body slightly. "Who the hell are you!? Or do you know who I am?" Since he lost his memory, he has met people who said they knew him one after another. Some of them always looked at him with sad faces, and some just wanted to eat him. Drink his blood from his flesh, and rush to kill people with weapons.

This happened to him often after waking up from a dirty little ravine. It was the same last night. The girl who suddenly appeared said a few words, and then she held a dagger and prepared to finish him off. Like the people in front, she also used the same weird methods as a wizard.

"That's what people with amnesia have." Angelet smiled and looked up at the sky.

The blue sky is like a large piece of sapphire, with strands of smoke-like white clouds floating on the edge, and the warm but not dazzling sun hangs on the horizon, casting down a soft light golden sunlight.

A breeze blows over, and it is full of green grass and a faint scent of wild flowers.

"Not only do I know that you have amnesia, I also know that you must have been a different person before." He didn't wait for Hailia to speak, and then said, "But I don't know who you are. I just think that you People are fun."

Angelet turned his head and looked at the board on the right, on which lay a thin man in gray.

The man's complexion was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked very sick and weak. His right hand is still holding a short black wooden stick tightly, as if he is holding the most precious thing in the world.

The man immediately noticed Angelet's gaze, turned his face sideways, and narrowed his green eyes slightly.

"You know me?" The green-eyed man's voice was very low, as if he hadn't drank water for many days, his throat was extremely dry.

Both Angelet and Hailia were attracted by this man's voice.

Hailia looked at the man, feeling very familiar, but couldn't remember who he was. She just rubbed her temples in pain and fell into thought.

Angelet simply felt that this person was not simple, but he didn't expect that when this person's eyes looked over, with his level of strength, he would also feel a sense of transparency as if he had been seen through. (To be continued.)