Broad World

The meal time was over soon, and the group packed their outfits and came to the front of the magic gate. Henry walked up and knocked hard and shouted: "Please open the door! We have successfully killed the behemoth, and now it is safe here."

Soon a pair of eyes appeared on the door, watching everyone cautiously. "How is it possible! That guy has the ability to live forever, even if he is broken into pieces, he will be resurrected very quickly."

The orc warrior turned sideways and pointed at the corpse of the behemoth far away. "You can go and see, its corpse is there. I saw with my own eyes a white soul being pulled out of it and torn to pieces."

"How is it possible! That is the crystallization of the wisdom of more than two dozen arcanists! It is a reduced version of the Terrasque behemoth!" The arcanist yelled at Vaughn out of the door.

Henry smiled and said to him: "In fact, in these thousands of years, countless new spells have been invented, the most amazing of which is the "wish-making technique". It can make a wish to an unknown powerful will through magic, as long as Most wishes can be fulfilled by paying a sufficient price. Even the Tarrasque behemoth, as long as you can kill it frequently, you can kill it with the "Wish Spell"."

The arcanist looked at him with suspicion, obviously not believing those words just now. Henry did not continue to explain, but smiled in the direction of the corpse and made a please gesture. After hesitating for a long time, in the end the arcanist still couldn't resist his curiosity and walked straight over.

He stood next to the giant beast and observed it carefully for a while, and found that his entire body had lost its proper surname, and the inner soul was missing. He cast several exploration spells in a row, wanting to know what magic caused this effect. In the end, without exception, I got an answer, that is, "wish-making technique".

The arcanist's whole body was trembling with excitement. If this spell is true, it means that he can recover and resurrect. He soothed his restless heart, walked quickly to Henry and bowed deeply.

"First of all, please allow me to thank you. You killed this behemoth and fulfilled all of our wishes. Secondly, can you ask, can you still cast this spell again?" said the arcanist's face He showed a look of expectation, hoping to get an affirmative answer.

"Sorry, "Wish Spell" is a ninth-level magic, which is completely beyond my ability to cast spells. The only scroll has been used when I killed the behemoth. I am afraid that it will take a long time to get another one. Now." Henry shook his head with a wry smile.

The arcanist sighed, lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally said solemnly: "I have been sleeping here for too long, and I am very eager to go outside and take a look. I hope you are able to When you come back to resurrect me, I will sign a magic contract to be loyal to you forever and serve you."

Henry nodded. He felt that it was a very cost-effective business to use a nine-level magic scroll in exchange for the allegiance of an arcanist. At least you can learn some spellcasting skills from the Netheril era. You must know that arcanists cast spells, but they never pass the magic net.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to get a scroll of wishing surgery as soon as I go back. You only need to wait here for a while, no more than two years at the latest."

"Two years is not a long time, I will always wait for you here. In addition, I am a 17th-level arcanist called Borken Lothart." The arcanist introduced his name. And the casting level, one side opened a thick door.

Henry led everyone out of the door, then he turned around and waved at Borken. "If there is nothing else, let's say goodbye. We still have a long way to go."

"Wait! I'll give you something before I leave, so as to prevent some accidents." As he said, Borken closed the metal door and touched the complicated pattern on the door with his finger. Soon the whole pattern slowly began to change, and then they folded quickly at a dazzling speed, and after a while, they turned into a golden metal book.

Borken looked at the books on the ground with some emotion. "This is a very good magic item. Not only can it be used as a seal's magic pattern, but it can also be transformed into a golem of various shapes. Of course, if you like, you can also use it as a weapon or armor. I made this with a few friends back then, but unfortunately they are no longer there anymore."

Henry picked up this somewhat heavy book and performed an identification technique, and the specific information quickly came to mind.

The Book of Variety:

Borken Lothart and his friends originally wanted to create a multi-functional magic item that can respond to various crises at any time. But because everyone's ideas are too peculiar, they combined together to produce this thing. Most of the material of the book itself is pure gold, so it is very strong and can even be used as a shield.

special power:

There are several patterns on each page of the book, and users can choose different shapes according to their needs. If the changed item is hit by Destruction, it will immediately change back to the form of a book, and it cannot be used again within three days.

He was a little bit dumbfounded when he saw the information on this magical item. It can be said that about half of the functions here are useless. As a spellcaster, you still have to take out the sword and put on the armor to fight melee? The only bright spot is that it can be transformed into a golem of various shapes.

"On this road, I can have a bodyguard who doesn't need to rest all day." Henry opened one of the pages and chose a look that looks more powerful.

His hands flew out and fell on the ground and began to quickly deform. In the blink of an eye, a three-meter-high, round-bodied fine gold golem appeared in front of everyone. It said in a deep voice: "Transformation No. 14 has been completed, please give the order immediately."

Henry walked over and patted the abdomen of the golem and found that it was solid. He really didn't see that the volume reduction magic was attached to it. Then he told the golem: "You follow me on guard and pay attention to protect everyone's safety."

"When the order is received, it will automatically switch to the alert state, and the invisibility detection function will be turned on." After speaking, the golem's eyes emitted a burst of magic light and kept scanning the surroundings.

Borken looked at this dumb golem with complicated eyes, as if remembering some things before, and he didn't recover until Henry said goodbye again and waved to everyone. "Remember to come back early, I don't want to live here too long. Finally, I wish you all the best."

"Don't worry, it won't take long for me to fully resurrect you." Henry waved at him, turned and walked towards the entrance of the ruins.

Borken stood there in silence, sighing deeply until everyone disappeared from sight. He walked slowly to the front of the gate, walked in again and fell asleep.

After reaching the ground, Zuvosa carefully recognized the direction, and then led everyone into the dense pine forest. The thick pine needles on the ground are very soft to step on, and there are large tracts of mushrooms growing in damp places. It's a pity that they don't have time to stay, otherwise it will taste good if they collect some soup.

Banburk brazenly scared the squirrels on the tree who were hoarding food for the winter. In the end, the ranger couldn't stand it anymore, she picked up a small stone and threw it over, hitting the parrot's **** accurately.

"Who is it! How dare to attack the great Banburk! I want to show him some color!" As he put on a vicious look, it almost regarded itself as a giant dragon.

Zuvosa glared at it and shook the crossbow in his hand. This bullying and fearful parrot immediately stood up. It carefully hid behind the orc warrior and glanced at the ranger's face from time to time. Vaughan shook his head helplessly, letting Banburk hide on the hilt behind him.

Just when Amy was about to make a joke, a loud howl of a wolf suddenly heard in the distance, followed by countless wolves in response. For a time, the entire forest was full of wolves, and everyone became nervous, because judging from the sound, there were at least three hundred.

The ranger squatted and turned over the dirt on the ground and said to everyone: "Be careful~www.ltnovel.com~ We are going out of the forest soon. Those calls just now should all be wolves. They usually live in The hilly area in front. And where there are wolves, there must be orc tribes. Once you get entangled by them, don't even think about getting out."

"We have killed a monster that is comparable to a giant dragon. Are we still afraid of these guys?" The Orc warrior shook his head disapprovingly. In his mind, these guys who win by numbers are not much stronger.

Henry shook helplessly. "The orcs are not as simple as you think. There are not only warriors, but also priests and shamans. Moreover, the wolves run very fast. As long as they are targeted, they will be surrounded by the army. I don't want to face him all at once. To thousands of enemies, especially some spellcasters among them."

"You can drive along the bushes. Trees can provide us with some necessary cover. Moreover, the wolves can't run in places full of low trees. Even if they are found, they can kill them in time." Amy Low I thought about it and made a suggestion.

Zuvosa smiled bitterly and shook his head. "You must not know what is in those bushes to say that. There are swarms of carnivorous ants, as long as you get close to guarantee that they will become a bone in a minute." (To be continued.)