Chapter 84: The Magician (Part 2)

Merlin?

This doesn't seem to be a Greek name pronunciation?

Could it be an indigenous?

When Murphy heard this, he frowned slightly and turned around and walked out of the military camp.

If he remembered correctly, other indigenous people were not allowed to enter the inner city except for a few specific people, including the Marquis Elizabeth.

Did the soldiers who inspected neglect their duties and let them in?

If this is true, then we have to punish them.

When I saw several people waiting outside the military camp, Murphy couldn't help but be stunned.

The other party's outfit was strange, all of which were all gray cloaks, very long and mopping the floor. Except for the thin figure standing at the last one wearing a long sword, the others were undoubtedly holding a wooden cane.

Or it shouldn't be a cane, because the cane will not be carved with such cumbersome and gorgeous patterns, nor will it be inlaid with gems on it.

The outfits of these people made Murphy feel extremely familiar.

"Are you the lord of this city? The governor of the Greeks?" A young man with a rather arrogant expression came to Murphy and spoke.

The answer to him is a long sword!

The general guard servant standing behind Murphy heard him speak, and without saying a word, he drew his sword and put it on his neck. As Murphy's servant, he would never allow others to speak to the Lord in such a arrogant tone!

"Dillas, don't be rude!" The group of people was led by a tall, white-bearded and old man. He could not tell his age, but his face was rosy and loud, and his voice was even more energetic than others.

The old man slowly walked to Murphy and looked him up and down, as if surprised by his youth.

When his eyes fell on the ruby ​​ring presented by Evanna, the queen of the hawk, on Murphy's finger, he showed a little astonishment on his face, but he soon lost it. He leaned over and said, "My name is Merlin, and he is the wizard in people's mouth. But I prefer others to call me a magician."

Magician?

Murphy's fingers trembled slightly, but he quickly controlled them.

The old man pointed to the arrogant young man beside him and said, "This is my disciple Dillas."

Then, the old man pointed to another tall, middle-aged man with a strong body like a warrior and said, "This is Gandalf, a magician from the Morendo Mountains."

Then, the old man introduced several other people, most of whom were disciples of the magician Merlin.

But for some reason, he did not introduce the person standing at the end who was thin with Changjian.

Looking at the people in front of him who claimed to be magicians, Murphy's thoughts had already stirred up a large number of waves. He had long known that there were a group of humans who claimed to be magicians in the southern plains, but they were rare and very mysterious. However, in the mouths of ordinary people, they were more called wizards by people.

Murphy has always wanted to meet these people.

But I didn't expect that they would take the initiative to find themselves today.

"Lord. We have no malice. We are here to help you." Merlin, a genius-looking and affectionate magician, looked at Murphy and spoke: "There are shamans in the gnoll's army that can use elemental power. It is difficult for mortals to fight against them. You need our help."

Just as he finished saying this.

The figure of the high priest appeared at some point. She slowly walked to Murphy and said softly: "The goddess told me that there were allies coming. Lord, are they?"

A trace of shock appeared on the magician Merlin's face. He looked at the high priest who slowly walked to Murphy in surprise, and said in disbelief: "Are you a priest?"

The high priest nodded slightly but said nothing.

"It seems that the rumors outside are not wrong. You really have your own gods!" The magician Merlin sighed softly and said slowly: "You are from another continent? Do the humans there already have their own gods?"

Murphy was shocked when he heard this!

"The goddess favors humanity." The high priest looked at the magician in front of him and whispered.

These mysterious magicians were placed in the Governor's Mansion.

After the high priest left, Murphy ordered the maids to prepare a sumptuous dinner for them.

"Why are you here to help me?" Murphy looked at the magician in front of him. Except for his special outfit, they didn't look much different from other people.

"We are magicians, but humans." The speaker was Gandalf, a magician from the Morronto Mountains. His name made Murphy sound a little familiar. The middle-aged magician named Gandalf said in a deep voice: "The gnoll believes in Kazart, a demigod with a human body and wolf head. Although the gods will not interfere with the war of mortals, its shamans can use the power of elements!"

"Since the Second Age, the werewolves were the enemy of mankind."

Hearing this, Murphy showed a smile on his face. He looked at the magicians in front of him and asked curiously: "What is the power of the magician? What is the difference between it and the magical arts of the priests?"

"The power of all spellcasters comes from elements. The difference is that the priests rely on gods, while the power of the magician comes from themselves." Looking at Murphy's curious appearance, the magician Merlin explained.

"What is an element?" Murphy frowned and puzzled.

element?

Just like in physics and chemistry in previous lives?

The magician Merlin slowly spread his right hand, and some obscure syllables were chanted from his mouth, and then a small flame appeared in his palm, which jumped and grew stronger, and eventually turned into a fireball the size of a fist.

"This is the power of the element." Magician Merlin threw a fireball out of the hall. The fireball exploded after hitting the ground, and the ground burned.

Is this the power of magic?

It doesn't seem very powerful? Murphy looked at the small pit on the ground, but he was a little confused. In terms of power, it is at most comparable to a grenade from World War II, but he doesn't know how many times these magicians can use such magic, and whether there are more powerful spells?

It seems that civilization in this world has just begun, and all the technologies are very primitive. Could it be that magic is the same?

The maids looked at these mysterious magicians curiously, and then brought up a plate of exquisite dinner parties.

"Where does the origin of magic come from? Did it come from the elves as the legendary ones?" Murphy raised his wine glass and asked, looking at the magician Merlin in the lead.

The magicians seem to have little interest in food, but rather love wine. Except for the thin figure who wants to be equipped with a long sword, the other magicians basically don’t eat anything, but pour wine one cup after another.

"The origin of magic cannot be verified. However, human magic does come from the inheritance of elves." The magician Merlin picked up the wine glass and said authentically as if he was moved.

"At the beginning of the era, that is, when the heroes of human names drove out the gnolls and other human-cannibal creatures to fight. A group of anthropologists went to the ancient elves to learn knowledge. Some of these scholars had the talent to understand how to use the power of elements. This was the original magician."

"Humans have not been excellent in magic, and the number of magicians has always been very rare."

"Because humans are not born with magic power like ancient elves, human magic power requires a long period of meditation to accumulate. This has led to the fact that humans have never had a powerful magician."

"In fact, there are fewer and fewer creatures that can use elemental power since the Second Age. From ancient elves, to purely high elves of blood, to now mixed-blood elves. Many races have gradually disappeared with the reproduction of population. It is said that many descendants of giants living on the other side of the continent can no longer use elemental power."

"The rules of this world are balancing, and the gap between humans and other races is narrowing."

"In fact, since 1800 years ago, the magicians have begun to undergo a change and study a new power!" The magician Merlin said that a hint of fanaticism appeared on his face. He said in a deep voice: "Because the talent cannot be comparable to other races, the magicians are trying to attach the power of elements to some objects."

"We call this emerging school of magic - alchemy!"

Murphy tried hard to digest the information, and when he heard the magician Merlin say this, a sentence popped up in his mind.

Is this human wisdom?

In terms of physique, humans are far from being the opponent of the gnolls, but the historical fact is that the southern plains have always been occupied by humans, and the more powerful gnolls have been expelled.

"Alchemy?" Murphy asked, chewing three words: "What is the function of this school?"

"We try to attach the power of elements to weapons to make them sharper. We also try to attach the power of elements to armor to make them stronger. We are even studying the power of elements to drive some objects." Speaking of this, the magician Merlin sighed: "It's a pity that these all take a long time to experiment, and the progress of scholars' research is very slow."

"The only achievement at the moment is that we can make a weapon invincible for a period of time, or make an armor extremely strong."

"The exploration of magic requires a lot of practice. Many precious materials take a long time to collect."

"At present, humans are bound in the southern plains. When the magicians look for some precious materials, they have to leave the southern plains. In this way, they have to face many dangers!" The magician Merlin pointed to one of his disciples, the arrogant Dilas, and said: "He is his father and a very talented magician, but when he went to the Karazan Mountains to find a rare mineral, he lost the news."

Hearing this, Murphy couldn't help but feel a feeling in his heart.

The development and growth of mankind have paid countless blood and life.
Chapter completed!