Since rescuing the Nolan family who was attacked by goblins, the team of the Aze Chamber of Commerce seemed to have been favored and returned to the peace of the past. They soon arrived at Sexk's Shuangxing Town to complete supplies. After continuing to move forward, it was only a few days before the ferry crossing. After crossing the lake, they could reach the focus of Wang Fujian's trip - Moshantiel.

The Nolan family's convoy seemed to be cast in shadow, and then he paid a considerable amount of security to allow the caravan to protect him.

At the same time, the attack was the afternoon of the attack and expressed his gratitude to Cong for Wang Fujian and the old pastor Mike.

However, Wang Fujian mainly attributed the old priest to the low-key situation, which was in line with everyone's imagination. In reality, the other party cleared the goblins.

After learning about Wang Fujian's interest, the Nolan family gave him several valuable mysterious knowledge books.

When he was promoted to the file without any accident, his mysterious knowledge could reach a higher level.

Reading makes people powerful, especially spellcasters.

However, after Wang Fujian talked with Ms. Vayne, the mistress of the other family, he could only sigh that the phoenix fell to the ground was not as good as a chicken.

The Naseril Empire, which once dominated the country in Sauron, was once dominated by the great arcane Karthas, who cast the twelve-ring spell to overcome the position of the magic goddess Mistera, the magic net became violent because it lost its stable power, causing all the magic in the world to lose control. In the end, the floating cities of the Naseril Empire fell one by one to one, and people destroyed the country. The ruins of the country were the Enoak Desert in the north.

The former Arcane families, such as the Nolan family, have not had a chance to live. They have not even had a heir to the mage until now, just because they have received magic training and mastered the lowest zero-ring trick.

Wang Fujian silently flipped through the book "The Origin of Magic" in his hand, and he was fascinated by it for a moment.

"Mr. Bokab, what are you looking at?"

The curious female tourer Telinda asked, staring at him with curious eyes.

After the goblin attack, the woman with a full body shape looked at him with admiration, as if she was the eldest daughter of the Nolan family.

Wang Fujian pondered, "I didn't expect the difference between spontaneous magic and prepared magic to be so big."

Telinda chuckled, "Mr. Bokabu, you're too worried. If there is no magic in your bloodline, such as the ancestors who have produced great wizards or have powerful bloodlines like dragons, then you'll probably not be promoted to a warlock, so you don't need to worry."

Wang Fujian smiled but said nothing.

The warlock spontaneously casts spoils, and basically only masters a few spells in each ring, but they can freely choose which spell to cast. His fear necromancer also casts spoils spoils spoils spoils, but the spell table is fixed among more than ten, unlike the warlocks, which are at least selected from the entire arcane table.

The mage prepares spells. They must meditate for an hour every day or go to bed. In this process, they connect magic to cast spells in advance, and then guide the energy of the entire spell to be burned in the depths of their spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, the mage casts spells on the spot is just the last step, similar to rocket ignition, which means that they can master thousands of arcane techniques. The disadvantage is that they can only cast these spells on the day they choose their spells when they meditate.

In layman's terms, the warlock chooses several sets of carved plates among the thousands of carved plates, and can decide which carved plate to use to print at any time every day.

The mage prints movable type, and has to use movable type to combine it into a fixed article, and then only prints that set on the same day, but as long as there is a source of the article, you can print different books every day.

The file scholars and the wizards are almost the same in this regard.

Suddenly, the entire team fell into a state of stagnation. Wang Fujian watched the smoke and dust rolling in front of him, silently folded the books in his hand, and held the long sword tightly.

The old priest Mike, who was standing beside him, was still half-awake in the carriage, calling him meditation and prayer. Since that day, there has been an extra sword around his waist. The sword body occasionally flashed with arcs, which was a magic sword that often took thousands of thousands.

It has to be said that in the Middle Ages, holding weapons always gives people courage.

Telinda hurriedly drove her horse forward, and then turned back soon, "It's nothing, it's someone set up a card in front of me. It is said that she is pursuing the 'Earthy Guy' who escaped from the Lessel Forest."

As she said that, she looked at Wang Fujian with apologies, "Mr. Bokabu, I'm very sorry. All the people who join the caravan within a week need to go through a search level inspection, so I can only feel wronged."

Wang Fujian suddenly became strange. Is this a few hundred miles away? Can I still set up a card to target him?

There was no title of the Lord of Hell or the Lord of the Abyss on his forehead.

So targeted?

And why did this Miss Telinda look expectant when she said sorry?

"It's strange." Druidsas, who had been silent and seemed to be a dull gourd, said, "The usual strangers on Earth have never caused such a storm. In this way, at least ten places can be set up to form an encirclement. What happened?"

Telinda smiled proudly, with a look of praise for me, "Because the senior priest of the Mother of Earth, Sangthia, happened to be resting in the temple, suddenly dreamed of God's enlightenment, and saw a shadow covering the sky as if it was coming to Sesque and heading towards Letherman. At the same time, he also saw seven shining fragments in that direction."

The old pastor who was sleeping soundly suddenly opened his eyes.

Wang Fujian also quickly looked at the other party, exchanged sights, and tried to get some enlightenment.

However, the old pastor immediately closed his eyes and continued to snore slightly, as if he was not concerned about his own affairs.

Wang Fujian felt that he could be a voice actor with a "sigh" sound. Obviously, "not exposing or reporting" is the biggest measure that the old pastor can do.

In terms of hiding his identity, he may not necessarily help him, even if he is the future "hero" that the other party is optimistic about.

Soon the middle of the team came to the inspection gate, and the team that had been inspected in front had already consolidated not far away, waiting for them.

There were hundreds of heavy cavalrymen in dark armor lined up next to the pass. They held long spears three or five meters long, and any group could charge, and could stab anyone into a hornet's nest. Unless a mage with flying skills could have such extra-discipline methods to escape the battlefield.

"Everyone, report the name one by one, and then pass."

A black-haired young man with dark face facing cunning stood at the door, holding the list in one hand and not playing with the scimitar in the other hand. Two powerful orcs with Kong Wu were following him, with green faces and fangs staring at the team.

"The person responsible for the inspection is the wanderer Modu. He has made his boss stand up and is quite famous in the nearby town. The two behind him are half-orc savages. Even ordinary human warriors can't hold back when they perform violent words." Telinda whispered in Wang Fujian's ear.

"Sass, pass!"

"Kandoin, check!"

“…”

The names floated by one by one, and the people walked past the fence one by one.

"Bokabu, check!"

In an instant, many people in the field looked at Wang Fujian, including the wanderer Moduo, who was also curiously staring at him, "Take your documents over and take off your upper body at the same time."

When Wang Fujian heard this, he silently took off his outer robe, revealing the simple dismantling armor inside. The caravan members instantly widened their eyes and couldn't help but breathe.

On the Soren Continent, it has never been a myth.

Many low-level adventurers even dream of saving money to buy an expensive heavy armor, so that their descendants can at least have a high starting point, and the earth is equivalent to a house.

Therefore, everyone naturally recognized that this was a simple dismantling armor worth a thousand gold. Generally, only a noble person would wear such flashy things.

Modo saw the expensive armor and loosened his tight arms slightly. The rumored that the necromancer would not be able to get such noble armor.

Then everyone saw Wang Fujian's strong upper body.

"Well, there is no scar." Moduo nodded, and at the same time he kept flipping through Wang Fujian's noble documents with both hands. The wanderer is a skill master, and forging documents is also a basic skill. Naturally, it is also a big shot in the industry.

Wang Fujian continued to smile.

He does not have a "healing spell", but fortunately, there is "transfer damage" in a necromancer, which can heal himself by harming creatures. Therefore, he has to quietly kill a wild game every day. Although the amount of healing damage is extremely low, he has completely recovered the scars on his body over time.

This is the power of magic. Scars on Earth that can only be recovered through multiple skin grafting surgeries are nothing more than a healing spell.

"By the way, is your grandmother doing well recently?" Modo suddenly said.
Chapter completed!