in the divine world...

The fireplace burned wildly, spreading warmth and brightness to the small room.

The old man with white hair and beards wrote strange runes at his desk. These ancient words will be like naughty children after completion, breaking free from the shackles of parchment and floating in this semi-enclosed small room.

The old man turned a blind eye to this and continued to write mysterious words on the parchment.

As these elf-like words became more and more, they began to go from floating around in the room to flying regularly.

Gradually, many words formed colorful rune rings, like rainbows, surrounded by the old man's parchment as the center. It was like shrinking the rings of Saturn and copying many, full of mysterious and fantasy colors.

However, just as these rune rings were increasing and the rotation speed was getting faster and faster, the old man stopped the quill in his hand.

If you look closely, you will find that his hands are trembling slightly, and strange burn marks appear on the edge of the quill made of white phoenix feathers inexplicably.

"Old Shaman, news comes from Morag."

At this time, the door of the room was opened from the outside to the inside.

As the lights of the magic lamps shot in the outer aisle entered, all the runes melted away like white snow covered by sunlight.

"Are you studying the runes recorded on the map found in that desert?"

Pierce Green saw a rune floating past him, only half remaining and still disappearing, and said to the old man who seemed to be a little older than usual.

"There are too many lost human cultures in the eastern plains now, and now we can only see some of the glory of human beings in the past from ancient books."

Sharman put the quill that had begun to become a little browned back into the ink bottle, carefully rolled up the empty parchment paper, put it back into the drawer, and then looked at the short and fat old man at the door.

"What's wrong with that cursed cage? If it's just the same as last time, let those mage sergeants solve it." He pinched his nose tiredly: "Magic is a treasure of human beings. Plagues and curses are better if you can, don't get any contaminated."

"Morag's guards reported to the Seven Stars Mage Tower in the surrounding cities, saying that a strong magician went there, defeated the huge monsters that caused pollution, and created a huge castle out of thin air to suppress and seal the monsters."

Pierce Green said truthfully.

"Create a huge castle with sealing function out of thin air?" Old Shaman stopped the movement in his hand, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more with his frowning: "If it is true, instead of spreading rumors, this magic may have entered the fifth ring, the 'miracle' level realm."

"I don't know when these nameless strong men will start, and there will be more and more of these unknown strong men." Pierce Green also sighed with emotion: "The last time the little guy who directly summoned a powerful void creature in Hornhagre is already not far from the miracle."

"The so-called miracles are things that cannot happen... and being able to create miracles means that the other party has transcended common sense and has become a member of our great magician."

Old Shaman opened another drawer and took out a small box the size of a palm, exquisitely crafted, and covered with beautiful and practical patterns: "Look at who is in our old bones, bring this to new companions. It's still the same rule. Let him come if you can come, and forget about what you can't come."

"I'm going to go back to my family recently to see my cute daughter, so I'll leave this to me." Pierce Green took the box, flipped his hand, and the small box disappeared.

"Your daughter is almost sixty years old... she will soon become the age of an old lady."

Old Shaman stroked his beard and joked at Pierce.

"As long as I am still alive, she will always be the little girl who pesters me to call me Dad in my eyes." The short and fat old man made a statement of daughter control without hesitation.

However, when he found that Old Shaman was staring at him with a smile, his old face turned red and immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of this, the little guy you said you should pay attention to last time seemed to have gone to the Sanctuary recently. He seemed to think that the orcs were planning an attack on humans. But I asked Mrs. Sharon, and she said that the only gap in the Angora Mountains was calm and there was no sign of war at all. The only big thing that happened during this period was that an illegitimate child from the royal family died. He just caught thousands of people to bury him when he held a funeral for him."

"Do you think he is spreading rumors with ulterior motives?"

Old Shaman twisted his beard.

"This is not the case. Judging from the incidents that happened several times in a row, that little guy is not bad by nature. I guess he encountered some abnormal little things, and then he felt that he had discovered some huge secrets and started to spread them everywhere to increase the popularity of his college."

Pierce didn't discredit Cialis much - his impression of Cialis was that he was cheated by those guys who spoke to the Holy Light and kept their judgment in the Holy Land until they were half dead, and the juniors who performed quite well in Hornhaeger: "But he has been too close to the Pure White Church recently, so it's better to knock it if you have the chance."

From beginning to end, he never thought that Sivi was the possibility that the great magician they mentioned suddenly appeared.

"Then do it like this. I will continue to study the difference between the Lun rune and the Rune rune. You go first."

After the matter was explained, Old Sharman did not drag on the slumber and directly issued an order to expel Pierce... Half a century of friendship made them unnecessary to hide when communicating.

"Be careful not to get rid of anything wrong. Among our old bones, you are the only one who has the hope of becoming a legendary master before death."

——Angola Mountains. Patrol sentry—

The small guard post built at the foot of the mountain is hidden in lush forests. Even when it is late autumn, the forest still shows its strong vitality - even if it is just a small stone, it is covered with moss.

"Mena Pad, you're lazy again!"

A soldier wearing half-armored armor and holding a spear in his hand looked at his partner helplessly.

"Hey, Sebaolin. Rongen, let it go. This is not a lazy person. I'm just reading the letter from Shana. "The soldier called Mana, with the iron helmet slightly thicker than the paper, was not concerned about his careless image: "Do you know, she is a good girl, and has been waiting for me in her hometown for two years!"

"You have to say this sentence more than thirty times every day. Listen, I don't want to listen to your love story. Shut up now, otherwise I will kick your ass with iron boots!"

While complaining, Sebaolin also sat on the creaking chair and began to wipe the tip of his gun with a dirty rag.

Compared to Mana Pader's spear, which was already a little rusty, Sebaolin's bag is very good and shiny, just like a new product that has just been cast.

"Oh no, you're sitting on the envelope Shana gave me, move your big ass away!"

After pushing the other party away, Mana solemnly folded the letter in his hand and put it back into the envelope: "This is the 24th letter I have received. I will retire from the service starting tomorrow."

"I said, man, are you really planning to leave after working for two years?" Sebaolin asked again.

"Of course, after the last mountain tour, I will go back to my hometown to get married tomorrow!"

Carefully stuffing the letter into his breastplate, Mana continued, "If you remember correctly, your service period is coming soon, right? Are you planning to continue working in the army then?"

"Of course, I'm defending my hometown and my relatives."

"Stop having fun. We are not even members of the border guards, we are just members of the mountain patrol team, and we have no connection with war. Besides, with the high-level mage team of Lorenceth, it is absolutely impossible for those orcs to fail the war at all..."

Before Mana could finish speaking, the feather arrow suddenly shot into his neck from outside the patrol post!

Sebaolin didn't even feel sad or other feelings. When he turned his head and looked outside, he found that many burly figures suddenly appeared in the forest that was just empty.

"Enemy attack!"
Chapter completed!