Warhammer Wizard

Entering the palace, Ren had never seen a building with such a large interior space.

The floor of the hall is as smooth as a mirror, spotless, and the surrounding 100-meter-high walls seem to be cast in gold, engraved with magnificent frescoes. Strong shield, slaying dragons, **** demons, fighting other gods.

Visually, this deity is clearly Anam, the **** of giants.

He did not fight alone, with an army of giants following him.

These giants come from different branches and come in all shapes and sizes, but the ones that stand out are the dozens of titan giants who ride thunder and lightning.

Several of these titans are as good as gods.

There is a circular floor in the middle of the hall that is completely transparent, like glass, and you can directly see the underground space.

There is a huge furnace running there, from which energy pipes extend, and turbulent currents flow in all directions.

Ren glanced at the mobile phone interface, and the density of thunder elements reached 70, which was appalling.

The light of the furnace illuminated the hall above, making the entire palace shrouded in a sacred atmosphere. The ancient simplicity and the grand atmosphere are combined. From time to time, lightning bursts out and thunder roars, as if you are in the kingdom of the gods.

However, none of this attracted Renn's attention more than the figure sitting across the hall.

This is a titan.

He was sitting on a huge back chair made of metal, and just sitting there, he was already taller than the Titan giant he had just seen.

If you stand up, it must be more than 20 meters!

Giants and dragons have one thing in common. The bigger the body, the stronger the strength. Titans with a height of more than 20 meters are rarely seen in epic records.

At first glance, Ren felt a great sense of oppression and almost couldn't breathe.

I am like an ant standing in front of an elephant.

Small and fragile.

The giant's skin showed a strange metallic luster, like a bronze color. He was not wearing armor like an ordinary storm giant, but a loose white robe, which was very casual, like putting a curtain on his body. Wrap it two or three times, then tie it with a belt.

He also had no shoes on, and stepped on the ground barefoot.

The face of the giant Titan is like a middle-aged man. It does not look old, but it reveals a vicissitudes of life. The long golden hair and the end of the beard are a little gray, as if they have existed for a long time.

His eyes were full of wisdom, like a wise polymath.

The Elder Titan's posture was very relaxed, leaning against the chair with his back lightly, with one hand on the armrest and the other on his cheek, looking at Ren who came in, his eyes were full of interest.

Ren had already closed the eyes of the soul.

Even without the eye of the soul, he could sense the terror of this Titan Elder, stronger than his teacher, and higher than the Holy Soul Wizard; he had contacted the possession of the long-haired lady at a negative distance, and he had a unique understanding of the gods. The breath is very sensitive, and Elder Titan also has a similar breath, which is divine.

Although the divinity is extremely weak, it is enough to show that Elder Titan is already a demigod!

The power of a demigod, if it were someone else, even a legend would tremble with fear.

The will of truth made Ren's face as usual, completely unaffected.

He followed Bremet and saluted the Titan giant's chest, and said respectfully: "Ren Augustus has seen Elder Sorim."

At the same time, I thought to myself, there is no Thorim among the twelve Titans and demigods in the Second Era, and I don't know when Sorim appeared?

"Ren, you speak the giant language well, your knowledge level is beyond your age."

Sorim's voice echoed in the hall, however, he spoke a very standard Imperial language, which is Orion, like a human who grew up in the Empire.

"The elders have been rewarded."

Ren leaned back and noticed a detail.

Sorim's standard of imperial language is too much. One of the words is used only at the beginning of the establishment of the empire, and the accent is also different from now, which is a bit weird.

Judging from this, it was at least 2,000 years ago that this Elder Titan learned the national language!

"It's not a good thing for young people to be overly modest."

Sorim stood up, his huge body like a hill, forming a large shadow, and said: "I have witnessed the rise and fall of many kingdoms, and the birth and extinction of many species. For thousands of years, the mortal race has The character has never changed, and he always likes to cover up his true thoughts, in fact, in the face of absolute power, this is unnecessary."

He stepped forward as he spoke, and the hall shook slightly.

Every time he took a step forward, Elder Titan's body shrank by a circle. When he said "it's unnecessary", his stature had shrunk to the size of a normal human, turning into a sturdy middle-aged man in his early two meters, who was only more than two meters tall. Ren was half a head taller.

After Sorim got smaller, he looked younger.

Bronze skin, strong body, a faint smile on his face, gentle eyes, exuding an irresistible charm.

He walked up to Ren, with thoughtful eyes in his eyes, nodded, and said with a smile: "It turns out to be the will of truth. No wonder I can't see through your mind. What did you think of just now?"

Ren replied calmly: "I'm guessing the age of the elder."

"Oh?" Sorim didn't get angry, but became interested. "How old do you think I am? If the error you give is within three hundred years, I will give you a reward."

This difficulty is not small.

From a mortal's point of view, the lifespan of a demigod is almost eternal, and if there is no accident, it can even live for tens of thousands of years!

Beside Bremet shook his head gloomily, "Sorim, why didn't you let me guess when we first met?"

"Haha..." Sorim laughed heartily, "This question is too easy for archaeologists, I don't want to give you a gift for nothing."

Ren turned his head and looked contemplative.

His eyes swept across the hall of the palace, carefully observing every detail, and finally slowly looked at Sorim, as if trying to find clues that could infer the age of the Titan Elder.

Both Sorim and Bremet disapproved, obviously not thinking that Ren could guess correctly.

In fact, Ren really couldn't guess.

He could only judge that Sorim was over two thousand years old, but whether it was three thousand years old, three thousand five hundred or five thousand years old, he had no idea at all.

If you're a real archaeologist or polymath, you might be able to find out with some time.

But Renee is not yet.

However, he has the eye of the soul. Although I can't directly observe Sorim's soul, I can feel it little by little from the corner of my eye.

In the field of vision, Sorim's whole body is full of rays of light!

Ren didn't dare to look straight, even a glance from the corner of his eye made his soul tremble. He endured the discomfort, his face remained calm, and after a few seconds of careful understanding, he quickly closed the eye of the soul.

For so long, Ren has used the Eye of the Soul countless times, and it has long been handy.

He can also make accurate judgments only by the prestige of the target soul.

This is as clear as the annual rings of a tree. Just by looking at the outermost rings, you can calculate how many rings the tree has, without seeing the whole picture.

"Three thousand nine hundred and fifty years old." Ren quickly gave the answer.

Sorim was stunned.

Bremet's eyes were even more unbelievable. Even if he was allowed to speculate, it was impossible to guess more accurately than Renne.

Sorim was born at the end of the last era and completely witnessed the abyss demon's invasion of Alanus, destroying the pattern of the three races of elves, dwarves and orcs for hegemony. He escaped to the storm plane and survived until the advanced Titan giants. Return and spend the dark millennium witnessing the rise of mankind and the creation of empires.

To this day, Sorim will live to be four thousand years old in a few decades!

"What did you base your calculations on?" Bremet asked curiously.

Ren spread his hands, "I can just guess."

Both the dwarves and the titans were in disbelief, Sorim nodded half in amazement and half in approval, and a badge the size of half a palm appeared on his hand.

The material of the badge is very similar to stone, with obscure runes engraved in the middle, shaped like a zigzag lightning bolt.

"This is the lightning runestone, a unique creation of our storm giants. Carrying it on the body can improve the casting speed and power of lightning spells."

Sorim briefly introduced two sentences and handed the thing over.

When Ren came into contact with the runestone, he immediately found out its effect. The speed of casting and the power of the spell were increased by about 10%.

As expected of a demigod, such a generous shot.

Ren quickly put it away and said sincerely, "Thank you for the gift of the elder."

"I made this by hand, as long as you like it." Sorim said indifferently, and looked at Ren again, "I heard Bremet say, are you a student of the Holy Soul Wizard? "

"Yes." Ren responded, knowing that business was coming.

"I've heard the name of Anseldorf, and his spellcasting concept is somewhat unique, which inspires me a lot." Sorim commented in a very plain tone, and continued: "You are him. He is also an earl, and he must have a high status in the Oriente Empire and have many friends?"

Ren didn't understand why a demigod asked these questions, so he could only nod his head and admit:

"Okay."

Elder Titan seemed a little dissatisfied with this answer, but he didn't care, "You don't have to be nervous, I just want to make some deals with you."

"Deal?" Ren's heart moved.

Sorim took out a crystal-like silver ore and asked, "Have you seen this mineral? We call it 'source crystal' in the Giant language. If you can collect the source crystal, you can use it with you. I make deals, and I take no matter how many."

Ren took the ore, and it was extremely heavy.

The metal touch takes effect immediately, and the mineral in the hand has a clear understanding of the structural properties. Its density is very high, between refined iron and meteorite iron, but it is not particularly hard.

Its conductivity to energy is also very general, which makes it unusable for making magic equipment.

However, Ren noticed something.

This kind of mineral, called source crystal, radiates energy all the time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you put it in the dark, you will definitely see it emitting a faint light. Inside the small mineral, there are difficult The imaginary huge energy is like the radioactive ore in the previous life.

Is the source crystal a kind of nuclear fuel?

Ren had never seen this metal in Alanus, nor had he heard of its existence, but it didn't prevent him from making guesses.

His gaze fell to the huge furnace beneath the transparent floor.

Sorim noticed Ren's movements, his expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help sighing: "Ren, you are more wise than I thought."

Saying that, he raised his hand and waved, and a bronze plate fell into Ren's hands.

Ren saw that the bronze plate was engraved with lightning, and it was written in the Orien language. This was a transaction list, which listed the things that the source crystals could be exchanged for, and their corresponding number of source crystals.

He glanced at it briefly, and his heart suddenly became hot.