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"Excuse me, sir. If you have any questions, please ask. I will explain everything I can." Looking at my dazed expression, the heavily armored knight in front of me asked me impatiently. Although his words and tone were respectful, I always felt that he had a vague hostility towards people, or towards me.
"Captain Mu Wen, I want to know the origin of the cursed land and its specific situation, especially the situation regarding the undead and magic..." There is nothing to hide. Thinking that my troops are close to the undead army, if I don't find out the reason as soon as possible, if the undead army counterattacks, I don't have much hope except for the hundreds of flywheel chariots and magic cannons that can pose a greater threat to the enemy. And even if it is a flywheel chariot, I can't guarantee how much power it can exert without the protection of the magician.
"Sir, I don't know the origin and situation. I can only tell you a rumor about the Land of the Survivors and my own feelings. According to ancient legends, the entire Land of the Survivors is a weapon used by an ancient god. When the god defeated his enemy, he abandoned the artifact and created the current Land of the Survivors.
Thousands of years ago, before the Calamity of the Undead, the entire Land of the Survivors had the most fertile land on the entire continent, the kindest and smartest people on the entire continent, and a large number of powerful magicians. It is said that the magicians who study and live there are at least a bit stronger than those in the outside world.
But after the invasion of the undead, people found that everything had changed. Not only was there no more magical elements, but even the land had become extremely barren. The rivers dried up, the grass and trees died. Soon, this place became a dead zone.
But when the local people tried to migrate out of this land because they could not live there, they were blocked by the two countries in the East Continent. In the name of God, they drove all the people in this cursed land back to their original place and closed all the exits. . . . .
Until hundreds of years ago, due to the continuous wars between the Mokaster Empire and the Western Continent, the country was greatly weakened. Therefore, the nobles of the Mokaster Empire began to recruit the survivors here by exchanging their lives for freedom. They also claimed that as long as they served the Mokaster Empire for 5 years, the soldier would not only be able to retire like an ordinary soldier, but also bring two relatives or friends from the survivors. So, I stood in front of the adults.
To be honest, I have only one feeling about the Land of the Survivors, that is, there is absolutely no fluctuation of magic power here, and even a magician has never appeared here. . . . . . "
A series of words burst out directly from Miu Wen's mouth. There was no emotional fluctuation in his tone, and even the pitch of his voice did not change, just as hoarse and harsh as at the beginning. It was even impossible to hear any hatred towards Mokaster or the countries of the East Continent.
But I finally knew one thing, that is, this strange area was not born naturally, but was created when the army of undead appeared thousands of years ago. Thinking of this, I secretly moved in my heart, and without caring about Miao Wen being around, I directly cast the wind wing technique on myself and prepared to run to the sky to see the specific situation.
But what discouraged me was that my Wind Wing Technique had not lasted for 10 seconds before I felt that I had mistakenly thought it continued and was about to fall. Fortunately, I descended in time and avoided becoming the first unlucky wizard to be killed by using the Wind Wing Technique.
"Shit!" After standing up from the ground in a panic, I casually cast a fireball not far away. But the situation that followed almost made me faint. It was supposed to be a head-sized fireball, but now it was only the size of an egg. After it was out of my control, it flew only a dozen meters away and completely dissipated. It was as if I had just set off a small firework.
"Damn it..." I threw the magic wand in my hand to the guard behind me, cursing the intelligence officer of the Mocast Empire in my heart. Bringing more than 100,000 magician troops into such a desperate place is simply murder.
At the same time, I casually pulled out a handful of magic scrolls from my arms and began to cast the Wind Wing Technique on myself one by one. . . . .
Under the idiotic expression of the magician of the Kingdom of Yan, I slowly and arduously rose to the air. Looking at the black and yellow surface of the entire cursed land and the steep canyon, I almost wanted to cry.
From mid-air, I had no other way to get through this cursed land except to force my way through the canyon that the undead army was defending. But in that case, with the power I had now, it was simply impossible to easily break through there.
In the canyon, my flywheel chariot was not very useful, and the magic cannon I could use was in short supply because I consumed too many shells in the battle outside the temple. It would be fine if I was suppressing the enemy once, but I was afraid that using the magic cannon to destroy the enemy was simply a dream.
Damn it, no matter what, I am only half a member of the Kingdom of Yan, and the other half is still a soldier of the Kastek Empire. So, besides protecting the troops of the Kingdom of Yan, what does the life and death of the Mokast Empire army have to do with me? Just when I made up my mind to attack, suddenly a strange phenomenon attracted me, causing me to involuntarily start wasting magic scrolls again instead of slowly descending.
I saw that in the entire cursed land, the hills near me were like magic patterns, making the entire terrain look like a carefully designed magic circle. . . . . . Strange, there must be something strange here. . . . But what is going on? If this is really a magic circle, who has the ability to build such a huge project? And what is its purpose? But if it is not, then how to explain the situation on this land
With a lot on my mind, I slowly descended from the sky. If I just wanted to know the reason and the solution before, now I have been attracted by this strange situation. No reason, just based on this strange and mysterious ability, I am afraid that its attraction is something I cannot resist. If I can crack the mystery, then I can control the lives of all magicians.
"Miao Wen, thank you for your explanation. If there is nothing else, you can go back to your troops first!" Thinking of the value of it, I sent Miao Wen away directly.
After a brief exchange of greetings with me, Miao Wen immediately turned and left. But looking at his back, I felt refreshed physically and mentally. Fortunately, damn, I am so lucky. If I had appeared on this continent in my original appearance, I would probably have been dead by now. That Miao Wen, there was actually a special longbow arrow stuck in the armor behind him. Perhaps the military craftsman of the Mocaster Empire was too lazy, or perhaps his status was too low, this shoulder with two barbs was only slightly flattened on both sides. ... Now I finally remember who he is. He is the commander of the heavy infantry that I forced to break through when we were fighting in the western territory of the empire, and the silver swordsman who was attacked by Yaruo with magic arrows but failed. ... (To be continued)