Wizard, I have a different world

Pit No. 2.

A group of people rushed in shouting.

Unlike the city guards with uniform uniforms and serious expressions, this group of people looked more like stragglers.

The costumes are all kinds of, the weapons are all kinds of strange, the heights and skin colors are different, and the team is even more chaotic.

But the aura on their bodies is extremely powerful.

The vitality of the few among them was condensed, and they were clearly official knights, which was why the city guards did not act rashly.

"Hal!"

In the crowd, a short man shouted loudly:

"No wonder you don't let us in. It turns out there is a Forgotten City here. Do you want to hide it from the Lord Sodan?"

"I only obey the orders of His Highness Mevia." Hal of the Corps said in a muffled voice:

"Stanford, you are just mercenaries called by the city lord to help. You are not the one who should be here underground."

"Haha..." Stanford took a step forward with a sneer on his face:

"The task given to us by the Lord of Suodan City is not only to eliminate the aliens, but also to investigate the recent changes in the Black City."

"Hal, do you think if I tell you that you discovered the Forgotten City but didn't report it..."

"What will be the consequences?"

"Crash..." The city guards suddenly raised their swords and guns, and the mercenaries also clenched their weapons.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Stanford, you dirty, lowly halfling." Hal's mouth twitched and he glared at the other person:

"Are you threatening me?"

"Hal!"

Stanford separated from the crowd, and his short body burst out with a terrifying aura, expanding in all directions as if it had substance.

"You want to die?"

The two people's eyes widened, and the situation was about to break out.

Stanford, who was born a serf and has halfling blood, could not bear the most insults from others.

"never mind."

After a moment of confrontation, Hal's eyes flashed, and he took the initiative to give in during the stalemate between the two sides. He lowered his voice and spoke:

"I didn't intend to conceal the information, I just planned to report it after I understood the situation clearly."

"snort!"

Stanford snorted:

"Understand the situation?"

"What do you know? Look at how many valuable things there are in the Forgotten City, and then take them for yourself?"

"Money?" Hal said with disdain.

"You are still the same. You only care about money. The city in front of you may have the secrets of the gods."

"That cannot be measured by money!"

"Huh..." Stanford shrugged:

"It's better to do this. When we enter the Forgotten City, the money in it will belong to me, and everything else will belong to you."

"But first, how about introducing the situation?"

"What happened to the giant spirits that ran out? Many of our brothers died in their hands."

"Djinn?" Hal looked thoughtful, paused and said:

"Like the Paladins, they are also the guardians beside the Moon Goddess, guarding the Forgotten City."

"Every Forgotten City has a group of corrupted giant spirits. Some of them were spearmen, some were swordsmen, and some were extremely rare trainers."

"It is said that during the period of the Moon Goddess, only those with extremely outstanding qualifications were qualified to become guardians and learn the inheritance given by the goddess. Although the things on them have become decayed with the passage of time, there may not be any good things left."

"Well..." Stanford put his chin in his hand:

"Even the armor has turned to ashes. What's left? I wonder if gold can withstand the corrosion of time?"

"Maybe." Hal turned around and said:

"Since you are interested in this place, you might as well guard it for me for a few days."

"General team?"

Captain Barnard was sweating on his forehead:

"What now?"

The gloom that enveloped the Forgotten City was about to dissipate, and someone suddenly interfered with the benefits.

How not to be impatient?

"What should I do?" Hal asked in a low voice after staying away from the crowd:

"Have they discovered the secret passages in Pit No. 3?"

"No!" Barnard said hurriedly:

"The secret passage is very secretive and not publicized. They don't know about it yet."

"That's good." Hal breathed a sigh of relief:

"Carry on as usual here, speed up there, we must enter the Forgotten City before Stanford."

"yes."

Barnard nodded vigorously.

other side.

"Captain."

A mercenary whispered:

"After entering, do we really only take gold?"

"Otherwise?" Stanford sneered:

"The secrets of gods can be touched by people like us? I won't accompany that guy Hal to seek death."

"yes!"

The men should be.

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Fragments of the Divine Realm.

Karl held a black 'iron plate' in his hand and looked at it carefully.

This thing is the 'relic' left by the giant spirit.

The armor on the giant spirit's body had all decayed into ashes, but this thing was the only one that was completely preserved. It was definitely not an ordinary thing.

It sounds strange.

Djinns have also appeared in the Black City, but they only know how to kill and cannot speak, and they have not heard of leaving anything behind after they die.

The person Carl encountered was a stranger.

He kept shouting: teaching, training, protection, responsibility...

Could it be a leader?

The 'iron sign' in the hand is seven inches long, three inches wide, and about half a finger thick. The material should not be iron. It feels cold to the touch and has a wood texture.

Patterned on both sides.

In the center of one side is a human figure sitting cross-legged, with many complex textures and words engraved around it.

The other side is engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers, which is quite reminiscent of the style of Chinese ink painting.

Similarly.

There are also words around the portrait.

The words are the size of rice grains, densely packed, and even if you put them in front of your eyes and look at them carefully, you have to be careful to distinguish them. The result of careful identification makes Carl very happy.

"Breathing method!"

"And it is a high-quality breathing method!"

How high?

Carl doesn't know.

But it is definitely higher than the poisonous wolf breathing method he is currently practicing, and much higher.

The poisonous wolf breathing method is a relatively common breathing method that can make people become knights, but it is difficult to go further. The only advantage is that it improves the practitioner's ability to perceive danger.

This breathing method, let alone becoming a knight, even has the method for a knight to become a great knight, and even how to become a legendary knight.

"Legendary Knight!"

Carl murmured:

"Such a strong man can only be born in the royal family, a few dukes, and the church in the Kingdom of Gondor."

"Giant Breathing Method!"

This is the name of the breathing method recorded on the iron plate.

According to the text on the iron plate, practicing the 'Giant Breathing Method' can give people the power of ancient giants, of course, this is probably an exaggeration.

"I wonder if I can still practice it?"

After all,

It says that practicing this method requires not only sufficient talent, but also the blessing of the Moon Goddess.

Hmm...

The Moon Goddess has long fallen, where does the blessing come from?

"Try it first!"

There is no loss in trying it, and this breathing method does not require special secret medicine to assist in practice, even if you are not human, you can practice it.

The main theme is to teach everyone!

Following the image on the 'iron plate', Carl sat cross-legged on the ground, controlling the flow of breath in his body with every breath.

With the poisonous wolf breathing method as a foundation, and the blessing of the divine domain fragments that can perfectly control every part of the body, it is not difficult for him to change to a breathing method.

Even if the breathing method is extremely complicated, it is only a matter of time.

Time passed slowly.

At a certain moment.

"Swish!"

The 'iron plate' on the ground seemed to sense something, suddenly stood up, and flew off the ground and slowly floated towards Carl's forehead.

The moment it touches the skin.

"Buzz..."

Karl's body trembled, and a faint voice sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Like a whisper in his ear.

Like the echo brought by the breeze.

...

Weak,

But clear.

"Bless you, my believer."

The voice was empty and hollow, like the last words of a dying man, with a strong expectation. As the voice sounded, a warm current emerged from the iron plate.