"What do you mean?" Wang Fujian asked. Although he guessed the other party's intentions in his heart, he was still pulling the limit.

Just like love, whoever gives the trump card first and loves the other person more will be at a disadvantage.

At the same time, he also gently turned his upper body and looked around, but did not give up completely. He fought with the last wave of belief after tearing his face.

"You and I are actually the same type of people."

The old pastor suddenly felt emotion and took out a pipe instead of normalcy.

As soon as he snapped his fingers, his pipe lit up instantly, and then he started to eat happily.

Magic tricks!

Wang Fujian could not see the opponent's spell casting process at all, and could barely deduce the spell foundation from the result.

"From the noisy and bustling deep water city, to the beautiful and high towers of Silver Moon City, or the cold and boundless seashore of swords, and even the supreme forests that the elves praise. Under the surface of the seemingly prosperous times, there are still dark and hidden paths and dirty sewers, and the darkness is full of conspiracy and struggle."

"Including the dark area deep in the soles of your feet, there are drow elves covered with black skin, the terrifying purple heart-fighting demons fight endlessly with many monsters, and the abyss and hell that go down are even more bloody battles..."

"so?"

Despite being a little rude, Wang Fujian interrupted the other party's chatter.

At least half a quarter of an hour, the caravan will definitely arrive here, and he will have to finish the scene no matter what.

"Soren Continent, heroes are needed." The old priest said righteously.

"Do I look like this?" Wang Fujian couldn't help but laugh at himself.

The word "Earthy Guest" that is heavy and bold on the character card panel is extremely distinct.

"I used to be such a hero. Even though I was old and made bloody killings and lifelong regrets during my growth, it was enough to bury an empire. But this did not affect my hero's identity."

As he said that, the old priest pointed to the corner of the bush.

"The most common ones in the coffin forest are these 'helmet thorns', which have waxy green leaves and black thorns standing up. The one next to your feet is climbing on a weir tree, and it will soon become a dead tree. But once these weir trees that are similar to oak trees but have different leaves and are covered with silver-colored crusts have a chance to grow, they will become huge and multi-branched forest giants."

"They grow everywhere in Sauron, but are rarely seen, and can only be found in the deep mountains and old forests, and are actively protected by forest elves, druids and rangers."

As the old pastor waved his hand, the black thorns fell down.

"We need the emergence of heroes for the disaster that the Sauron Continent will face, the ancient evil that is about to revive the black clouds to overthrow the city."

Wang Fujian was a little lost in his mind. He realized that his heart, which was clearly as solid as a rock, was shaken by the other party's overflowing words.

He really wanted to say that he grew up learning the people's historical view. He has been critical heroic historical view all the way, but he was suppressed by the world and could not express his confidence in the earth, so he could only say helplessly.

“We are not suitable.”

It's not about pulling, but about being calm.

As the "different guests on earth" that the world cannot tolerate, the essence is that it is one of the difficulties mentioned by the other party, even if they are actually fighting for the death of the earth!

"It's up to you to decide." The old pastor took a deep breath of his pipe and smiled heartily, "I am only responsible for irrigating some hero seeds that can become Sauron during this short journey."

After Wang Fujian noticed the other party's kindness, he glanced at the clan emblem of the carriage, "Including the advancement of Shadow Master, is also one of the nutrients?"

“That is the fruit of harvest.”

The old pastor said, and a book with black iron inlaid and cross steel frames tightly sealed out of his cuffs instantly.

Spells like "The Hand of the Mage" take this classic out of space items such as dimension bags?

Wang Fujian secretly guessed the other party’s principles just now, and at the same time he had to admit that he still did not notice the traces of the other party’s spell casting, let alone the analysis of “spell identification”.

Besides, the mage's hand is not a mage's spell?

While thinking about it, Wang Fujian took the book, and the name above the seal was gilded with a gilded halo.

"Shocked Hero".

The cover of the classics presents a cold and dark scene in the forest, with withered willow trees hanging from twisted branches, and further away is a vast white mist and a faint shadow of strange trees.

The ground was covered with withered leaves, and two black-robed spellcasters stood on the ground, one old man and one young man.

The old man held a two-meter long staff, and a gray raven stood at the fork at the fork of the tip of the staff.

The young man was wearing a robe with patches on it, but the specific shape was human skeletons, wolf zombies, goblin skeletons, etc., which was the bone talisman robe he had before!

At the same time, the young man's appearance began to distort, gradually becoming exactly the same as Wang Fujian!

He couldn't help but raise his head and suddenly realized that the glowing woodland around him had become as depicted on the cover.

It's like the end of the world.

"Mind Barrier!"

The old pastor shouted.

Suddenly the void torn apart, bursts of arcane torrents emerged, and the energy rolled into vortexes and intertwined, and then wrapped towards him, layer by layer, rolled into cocoons, and endless protection power lingered around him.

Wang Fujian then breathed a sigh of relief, as if the heavy world will pressure on his shoulders suddenly disappeared.

All laws will be warded off and all evil will not invade!

"This is the Eight-ring Protective Spell "Mind Barrier". Within 24 hours of the spell's effectiveness, you will be immune to all magic that can detect, influence, sense thoughts or emotions, as well as devices with the same functions, including but not limited to affecting mind spells, prophetic spells, and Exploration spells."

Although the old pastor’s description was difficult to say, Wang Fujian still recited it without missing a word, and at the same time, bursts of thunder appeared in his heart!

Eight-ring spells!

A priest or mage at least level 15!

On the Soren Continent, they are definitely strong people on the side, lord-level existences who are bound to break the territory.

In the church, it must be the archbishop level in the core diocese.

Just asking such a spellcaster to cast an Eight-Ring spell, you will have to pay a service fee of 1,200 gold coins!

"Under the protection of this spell, you should be able to read this book safely. Of course, you only have the ownership of it for these 24 hours. The reading process also needs to be under my surveillance. I will take back this book at this moment tomorrow."

Listening to the old pastor's advice, Wang Fujian nodded silently, and then opened this extremely mysterious book without any difficulty.

At the same time, his face became shocked and incredible little by little.

The beginning is concise and describes a terrifying world full of pollution and basic professions—

Fear of Necromancer and file scholar, upgrade method for level 1-20 full version upgrade route.

I haven't found it for a long time and thought that the way I'm broken is put in front of me like this.
Chapter completed!