When morning came, Enleco was neither awakened by the sound of birdsong nor the morning rain and dew, nor did he wake up by himself because of adequate sleep.
He was so disturbed by the noise around him that he had to get up from the ground in a sleepy state.
There were already twenty or thirty people standing not far away. They were all wearing black robes that were tightly wrapped. However, because they were in the camp, the hoods covering their heads and faces were not covered by the hoods. Lift it off.
Enleco guessed that they were the warriors in the Shadow Thief Group.
Glancing in the direction they were looking at, Enleco finally understood why no one was setting up a tent in this place.
Not only was there no grass growing on the ground here, there were not even any trees.
The flat mud floor was as smooth as if it had been rolled over by stone rollers.
Yesterday, the little dancer who liked to use her hands and feet was holding the two scimitars in her hands, circling and dancing, displaying all her martial arts skills.
It was completely different from sitting on a chair and wielding a machete yesterday. Enleco was amazed by the swift sword skills and the light and elegant path of the sword.
Enleco is absolutely certain that in addition to strength, this little girl is definitely above Kate in terms of skill and speed.
Another difference from yesterday is that the little girl who danced the two scimitars like snowflakes flying all over the sky showed a feeling of power and beauty, rather than the feeling of a demon resurrected yesterday. a feeling of.
It seems that for this highly skilled warrior, the nature of the sword can even change their original temperament.
But in his own hands, this strange vampire scimitar was just a sharper scimitar.
Enleco also felt deeply helpless about this realization.
He patted the dust off his body and combed his hair with his hands. After the tired look on his face completely disappeared, Enleco moved closer.
Although he is a magician, although now he no longer feels inferior to being unable to cast magic.
But Enleco is still very interested in martial arts, a habit he has developed since the beginning of the trial, and Joe used his blossoming shooting skills to deeply implant this interest in Enleco. heart.
The soldiers obviously also noticed Enleco's approach, and several of them knew Enleco's identity.
Suddenly, the sword flashed, as if lightning struck out of thin air.
The sharp sword light flashed across the treetops of the forest not far away in an instant.
The light of the knife passing between the branches cut off the small branches and leaves that passed by.
The twigs and leaves carried a lot of dust, falling from the sky like rain.
The black-robed warriors burst into cheers.
"Okay! I can also use my energy. Now besides the head, there is another person who can use my energy." The little dancer jumped with excitement.
The golden sword light shone brightly as she jumped.
When she calmed down, the little dancer discovered that Enleco was already standing in the crowd.
Enleco originally thought he could hear one or two words of gratitude from the little girl's mouth, but he didn't expect that as soon as the little dancer saw him standing aside, she immediately ran over and grabbed his shoulders.
"Hey, you are very capable. Even my grandfather said that the weapons you made are not inferior to the 'Night Soul' in my hand. Help me make a few darts. Kalit once made a set of 'Stars' , your ability is no worse than him, how about it? Are you interested in surpassing him? "
Hearing the little dancer speak like this, the faces of the black-robed warriors all showed smiles.
This is the Shilea they say they know, a girl who is hard to satisfy.
"What are you talking about, the great wizard Kalit? How can I compare with him?" Enleco made an excuse and slipped away.
"Don't be so stingy! Even my grandfather said that your skills are definitely not inferior to Kalit. Grandpa even said that in terms of your knowledge of magic alone, you are still above Kalit. It's just that you Always regard crafting magic items as just a job, rather than creating life. Therefore, you have not really discovered the vitality of the weapons and their respective personalities. Therefore, the swords you forge are even the 'holy water'. The production device is just a tool, an extremely powerful tool." The little dancer held Enleco and continued: "However, even a lifeless tool is already powerful enough to compete with the tool in the head's hand. The 'Night Soul' of your own life is on par, you should feel extremely confident."
The little dancer slapped Enleco hard on the back. This was an old move often used by Enleco to encourage his subordinates, and she is still following it now.
But Enleco, who was not mentally prepared at all, was staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"I have something to do today and don't have time to forge weapons for you." Enleco made an excuse and wanted to slip away.
But before he could turn around, he was grabbed by the little dancer.
"I know what you are going to do. Don't worry. Your Miss Fenacia will not run far away. There will be a sandstorm in this generation today. No one can go out in this kind of weather. This is what grandpa told me last night. My horse team in the desert has all returned to escape the storm. Although Tou is as anxious as you, he has no way to go out." The little dancer said.
"You don't have to worry about this. I'm a magician. I can use the magic of the wind to block the sand and dust around me." Enleco said. He didn't really want to go into the desert to find the fictitious "Fenacia" Miss".
Enleco was very worried that the greedy little girl would make further demands. Who was sure that she would not want a piece of armor or anything else.
Enleco doesn't want to be anyone's special blacksmith.
"I'm afraid you underestimated the dangers in the desert." A faint voice came from afar.
Enleco did not expect that Gorslow had already entered the desert and walked around early in the morning. His beard was covered with dust, and his face was covered with a thick layer of dirt.
"You are a magician. You should know that only magic of the same level can defend against magic attacks of the same level. Sandstorms in the desert are definitely not inferior to high-level wind magic. You plan to walk ten miles in the desert with powerful defensive magic. How many hours?" Gorslow said disapprovingly: "Of course you may be able to do this with your strength, but in the dusty desert, what do you rely on to tell the direction?"
"Yes, yes, you can never imagine that a person who has lost his direction thinks he is walking straight forward, but he will always circle in one direction. This is how many people died in the desert, where they fell It's not far from where they started." The little dancer also helped.
Enleco had no choice but to accept the reality. He had to let the greedy little girl squeeze him again.
Gorslow suddenly saw the pair of strange-shaped scimitars held in Shilea's hands.
With his eyes, he could immediately see that they were a pair of extremely powerful magic weapons.
"Hileia, bring your knife and take a look." Gorslow said.
The little dancer happily handed over the scimitar she held in her right hand.
Gorslow held the blade between the index and middle fingers of both hands, his eyes bright.
The golden sword light slowly flowed along the sharp wind blade, emitting a strange luster.
"It's really an excellent knife. In terms of the craftsmanship alone, it can even be called an artifact." Gorslow's eyes were full of admiration and affirmation, but he finally shook his head: "It's a pity that when this knife was cast, the caster didn't put his thoughts on it. This knife has no life."
Having said this, Gorslow raised his head and looked at Enleco and said, "This is the weapon you made."
"Yes, but I don't understand why you all say there is life in the sword, and where did you see signs of life?" Enleco asked in confusion.
Gorslow pondered for a long time and shook his head again and said: "This is something that is difficult to explain to you. I even doubt whether I can explain it all to a Sophie."
"Yes, yes, the Sophie people are quite rigid. Their understanding of martial arts and swords seems to be based on muscles and metals, and nothing else can be seen." The little dancer interjected.
"You Sophies understand martial arts completely as a skill, a fighting skill, but we are different. We regard martial arts as a philosophy, and the gap between us is the same with our understanding of magic. , this understanding has also affected the making of swords. In our opinion, the most successful weapon casting masters can give life to weapons. Weapons made with this concept will even confirm that they are qualified to own and use them. Master." Gorslow suddenly stopped when he said this, apparently remembering the scene he saw at the Victory Day memorial.
After a long time, he sighed and said, "You should have a deep understanding of this matter."
"As for the reason and how we can tell at a glance whether there is life in the sword, then the explanation is probably quite mysterious. No one can explain it all clearly in words. In fact, it can be seen that this There are very few people who know a little bit about it. Among us, apart from me, I am afraid that only the elder can see that there is no life in this scimitar."
As he spoke, Gorslow suddenly swung his scimitar, and with the flash of the sword, a ten-meter-long slender and straight scratch like a hair appeared on the ground out of thin air.
There was a sound of exclamation all around.
Enleco is no stranger to this move. On the Victory Day memorial day, Kate once fought against the holy knight, and the holy knight used this move at that time.
This kind of sword skill has about the same power as the wind blade skill in magic.
But when it was displayed from the hands of Gorslow, it was not as impressive as that of the Holy Knight.
But Enleco would never think that Gorslow's strength was inferior to that of the Holy Knight.
After staying with Milinda for a while, Enleco knew that the real top masters could control their power extremely finely. Unless they were fighting against masters of similar strength, generally speaking, they would not spend too much power at all. .
Victory can often be won with just one move.
And what Gorslow displayed was undoubtedly this kind of superb swordsmanship without leaving any trace.
"This scimitar is too heavy and has lost its lightness. Shilea, it is a little different from your martial arts. Why don't you make the weapon into a sword?" Gorslow asked.
"I think the knife this guy is carrying is quite good, so I want to make one exactly the same." The little dancer pouted and said.
As she spoke, she pulled out the scimitar from Enleco's waist.
Enleco had nothing to say to this little girl who didn't know what politeness was.
When the girl was about to give the sword to Gorslow, she didn't expect that Gorslow took half a step back as if he was avoiding something.
Seeing his appearance, everyone around him was extremely surprised.
"What a weird knife." Gorslow stared at the knife in the little dancer's hand and said, "Hileia, no wonder you find this knife very easy to use. It is indeed suitable for people who are proficient in martial arts." Generally speaking, anyone can use this knife flexibly, because this knife will control the person who uses it. This scimitar is eager to suck blood and kill. Except for Xin Luoan's long sword, I have never felt such a powerful and persistent life.”
"You mean, it wasn't me who was performing my martial arts that time, but the knife was controlling me to perform my martial arts?" the little dancer asked in confusion.
"More or less, Shilea, you'd better touch that knife less. This scimitar is very evil. For a warrior, it is easy to be polluted by it. This knife is more suitable for laymen to use." Gors Luo warned.
The little girl put the scimitar back into Enleco's scabbard.
"Okay, you should be very clear. Don't even think about going out today. Help me cast some more darts, so that your account and mine will be settled." The little girl once again changed the topic back to the original place.
"Silea, do you still want to make a bunch of weapons that are not easy to use? It is already a waste of these scimitars for you to use. If you want to use these scimitars to their maximum power, you even have to change yourself. Martial arts path." Gorslow said.
The little dancer snatched her machete back from Gorslow's hand: "What do you mean? Do you want to confiscate these two weapons that I worked so hard to get and give them to others to use? You But don’t expect me to agree, and what if I change my martial arts path? Anyway, my martial arts haven’t been completely finalized yet.”
The little dancer spoke in a cold tone, and she obviously cared about the pair of scimitars in her hands.
There was nothing Gorselow could do about this little girl.
"I'm just worried that you're wasting those precious materials that your grandfather has collected for a long time. Although this guy is a very powerful magician, he is a complete layman in martial arts. Although he is not needed to make darts, your grandfather's Those assistants will cast it, but for him who doesn’t even know what darts are, the casted thing may not only be powerful but very unsafe, but you can only pray that the target will come up on its own. You hit me." When Gorsloo was about to turn around and leave, he dropped these last words.
"Che" facing Gorslow's back, the little girls snorted lightly and suddenly grabbed Enleco's arm again.
"You won't let him look down upon you, then let me ask you, what is a dart? Do you know?"
Listening to the little dancer's question, Enleco blinked. This was beyond the scope of his understanding.
Seeing Enleco's idiotic look, the little dancer knew that there was no hope now, and it seemed that she was talking to her head again.
She casually took out a small three-corrugated steel piece from her waist. The tail of the steel piece was also decorated with a long red silk.
"This is darts. It is no different from throwing knives. You should have seen flying knives before. This kind of show is often performed in the circus. As long as you don't focus all your attention on those boring clown performances, you will It will definitely be impressive.”
As she spoke, the little girl put the dart into Enleco's hand and said, "Try it and get a feel for it. This thing is much easier to use than a throwing knife."
When Shilea saw Enleco holding the head of the dart like throwing a throwing knife, she finally knew that the head was always prescient.
Ignoring the bursts of laughter around him.
She snatched the dart back from Enleco's hand, then patted Enleco's shoulder heavily and said, "Don't worry, we have plenty of time. This thing is easy to master. I will teach you how to use the dart."
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Facing the target made of straw filled with darts, Enleco did believe that Shilea said that darts are fairly easy to learn.
Indeed, this small weapon with a long silk tail is obviously easy to launch and hit the target.
However, Enleco finally knew why he had never heard of what darts were.
This kind of weapon used to carry out unexpected strikes is completely contrary to the tradition of Sophien Kingdom.
Enleco was absolutely sure that Kate would sneer at this kind of thing. In fact, the ability of throwing spears to kill enemies that Joe taught them was considered a bit deviant in the eyes of most knights.
For knights, weapons can never leave their hands.
It is absolutely unthinkable to throw a weapon to kill an enemy.
So let alone the use of a weapon that was specifically designed to be thrown to kill and injure the enemy.
But for Enleco, there is no such taboo at all.
Perhaps because of the influence he received from Teacher Chris and Joe, for Enleco, useful things have their own value.
Therefore, he did not refuse the little dancer's offer to teach him how to use darts.
Enleco soon discovered another thing, that little girl was a good teacher.
She is addicted to being a teacher.
Fortunately, she is a very patient teacher, at least much better than Chris and Joe.
When she got interested, the little girl even showed Enleco how to use the scimitar he was wearing.
This scimitar does require very special skills to use.
The short handle makes this scimitar extremely flexible and agile.
But for Enleco, this scimitar, like the lightning magic he is good at, is definitely a good tool for bullying the weak.
He can now perform a series of attacks in a decent manner in an instant. If his opponent is a slightly inferior character, he may be turned into a pile of pieces in that instant.
But if he were to fight against a real master, his sword would probably fly out with just one move.
Seeing that Enleco has almost mastered it, and the little dancer herself is satisfied with being a master.
The little dancer grabbed the clothes on Enleco's back vest and said: "Okay, you should repay me now. Help me make darts. I want a set of thirty-six darts. After Kalite's stars are launched, they can Wrapped in the "Wind Wings", you can fly far away, and can change the trajectory in the air according to the owner's wishes, and can even track the target. If the owner is closer, the stars will return to the owner's hands. They are your role models. do you understand?"
After speaking, these little witches once again pulled Enleco towards the tent where the elder lived.
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The basement is still the same basement, the magicians are still the same magicians, and the metal bars have been melted in the furnace.
Obviously those magicians and the little dancer have been colluding for a long time.
When the magicians provide help, they get those exquisite technologies, and the little dancer gets the magic weapons she dreams of.
Seeing this formation, Enleco knew that it would be absolutely impossible to get away without making darts for the little dancer who was pushing her too far.
But making weapons is okay, at least he has seen some ready-made examples. In addition, making weapons is simple after all, and it is far less complicated than making a 'holy water production device'.
But making darts was a completely different matter. First of all, he had never seen the stars that Shilea mentioned. He didn't know what they looked like or how they worked.
Therefore, even if you want to make it look like someone else, you can't do it.
"Miss Shilea, I have never seen a weapon that can fly out and return to the owner's hands. How do you want me to build it for you?" Enleco said with a frown.
"Enleco, you are very good. We know your ability. According to me, there will definitely be no problem." The little dancer walked up to him and pestered him with a pleasant look.
Enleco was quite immune to other people's intoxication. After all, compared to Her Royal Highness, this little dancer's intoxication was much more immature.
"Mr. Enleco, what is your understanding of creating magic items?" asked the elder who had always stood aside and never expressed his position.
"Create magic items?" Enleco really didn't know what the elder was referring to: "Creating magic items doesn't just mean matching various magic materials, and using special magic arrays, magic patterns and spells to make this item possess magic power. For protection, magic arrays can store magic power, and magic patterns and spells use a specific method to convert those magic powers into their own lethality. As for those magic materials, they are used to gather magic power. Ordinary people cannot do it like us. Magicians also rely on mental power to gather magical energy."
The elder could have guessed everything Enleco said.
All magicians trained in the Kingdom of Sophie undoubtedly think so.
It is precisely because of this that although the Kingdom of Sophie is the most advanced magical civilization in the world, it does not have a few world-famous magic weapons, and there are even fewer artifacts that can be ranked high.
On the one hand, this is because they are too far away from the Kingdom of Leiding, which is rich in various mineral deposits. On the other hand, it is also because the Kingdom of Sophie's understanding of magic is too rigid.
The power of the magical civilization of Sophie Kingdom is based on the many powerful magicians, and they use simple and clear methods to systematically explain the essence of magic, which has indeed greatly increased the number of magicians, and senior magicians are also more powerful than Other countries have much more.
But it's this simplification that makes them so much inferior in everything except magic.
"A very pure explanation from Sophie." The old man nodded: "After all, you are a magician from the Kingdom of Sophie, and your views on magic are the same as those of most Sophie magicians."
"But here we have a more profound explanation for magic weapons."
"In our opinion, everything in this world has its own laws, and everything is slowly circling. We call this most fundamental law 'Tao'. Of course, the Sophie Kingdom also has a knowledge of 'Tao'. But you call it the law of nature, what a subtle statement, as you can see from the name, the Kingdom of Sophie has abstracted and simplified this understanding."
The old man smiled and said: "However, the Tao we are talking about is much broader and far-reaching, precisely because everything follows the evolution of Tao, and in this evolution, there are no more than two situations."
"One is to completely follow this evolution step by step and complete one cycle after another. They are completely passive and will always carry out these cycles according to a fixed rhythm."
"The other kind is not as stable. Although they are still walking in the cycle, the journeys are completely different, and there are absolutely no two identical ones."
"The second type, we call them life. As long as it meets this condition, it is life. This kind of life may be the supreme god, or it may be just an insect."
"While making weapons, while blending various inanimate minerals together, it is also possible to turn those inanimate things that originally walked in a fixed cycle into life."
"Hilea may indeed be forcing others to do something difficult. With your current understanding of life, you cannot create life at all, because you don't even know the origin of life."
"However, this does not prevent you from creating magic weapons according to the concepts you are already accustomed to. Even if there is no life, what you create can be called a masterpiece. Look at this thing that Shilea is wearing now. A pair of scimitars, they are indeed lifeless, but they are no less inferior to the supreme masterpieces of the great wizard Kalit."
"Just like the Kingdom of Sophie has simplified the understanding of magic and the world in its own way, but it does not prevent it from becoming the country with the most prosperous magic civilization."
"You can build the weapons that Shilea wants based on your own knowledge and knowledge."
"What you lack is not a specimen. Even if I give you a specimen, it may not be of any use to you."
"All you need now is confidence, the confidence that you can do it all."
After speaking, these old men sighed and returned to their original state of silence.
"Yeah, you heard what my grandpa said, you should be confident enough to try to build it once. Look, we have prepared so many materials. You can shoot one first. Anyway, the dart is very small, so you can't waste much. Materials, even if you fail to create them, you can still try again. Failure is nothing to be afraid of. Have you never failed? You wouldn't have the strength of a Forbidden Mage when you first started learning magic. I think you are. I have long forgotten the experience of failure, and I have become accustomed to being praised. I have been a Forbidden Magic Mage for a long time, and I have forgotten that I was once a little magician who knew nothing." The words of the little dancer are still the same. The harsh and harsh.
But for Enleco, it was tantamount to a wake-up call.
Enleco looked at the little dancer and was speechless. Although what the little dancer said was not entirely correct, it did hit Enleco's heart.
"Okay, don't be in a daze anymore, start making darts quickly, everyone here will help you, these people will go out of their way to help you." The little dancer pointed to the magicians around her, including hers, of course. He was blowing his beard and staring at her grandfather.
"I will also take the trouble to test the things you made." The little dancer pointed to herself again.
Seeing the magicians nodding their heads, Enleco had nothing to say. He walked towards the table where the molds and the hellfire furnace were placed.
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"Oh, how can such a thing be used?"
"Wow, it was spinning so fast, my fingers were almost cut off."
"Hey, wrapping it with Wind Wings does not mean that the darts will fly as slowly as Wind Wings. Will this be lethal?"
"Oh, my God, you are so good. This thing is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins and cannot be controlled at all."
"Hey, this is too flexible. You don't have to swim around like a fish."
"Oh my god, hey, you idiot, I want you to build a dart that can fly back on its own, not a weapon that is designed to fly at its master."
"Did you listen to what I just said? This dart is more demonic than your scimitar. It always flies at me."
"This one is pretty much the same. I can finally use it."
"Hey, hey, this is not as good as the one just now. Why are you so slow?"
"Idiot, you are doing the same old thing again. Do you find it unpleasant to me? You always want to kill me."
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With the constant complaints and the hopeless incomplete products thrown all over the floor, Enleco finally found the trick to making darts.
Once you find the way, it gradually becomes clear why the magic darts can be freely controlled.
The little dancer, who was originally frowning, now gradually becomes cheerful. She couldn't put it down and held the golden darts, feeling the breath of wind contained in them.
The little dancer gradually began to regret why she refused to learn magic from her grandfather.
At that time, I always felt that learning magic was too boring and far less interesting than practicing martial arts with Tou.
Plus I don't want to stay in the basement all day.
But now holding these magical weapons full of magic, Shilea suddenly felt that these magicians were the most powerful group of guys.
Of course, it would be even more incredible if he could reach the strength of the little forbidden spell mage who was only slightly older than himself.
Shilea has never forgotten the scene when those companions who had experienced the baptism of the 'Spiritual Storm' in Stryer County mentioned this forbidden magic.
Not only were those guys respectful, they even knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the sky.
I don’t even know how to speak anymore, so I just say that the scene is indescribable.
Although Shilea had no doubt about the power of the head, she also knew very well that it was absolutely impossible for the head to make a person so awe-inspiring.
What's more, there are so many people in exactly the same situation as those people. If you pick any random person in Strayer County, they will all look like this.
Hilaya wondered whether she should spend some time with her grandfather from now on.
It would be nice to at least figure out how to make magic weapons.
One day, I can even make magic weapons with my own hands, which would be a dream.
Of course, the only one who can enjoy the same treatment is the head, and I will not build weapons for other annoying people.
Only the first person can enjoy special treatment.
While looking at the golden darts, Hilaya had a perfect and boring dream.
After building the first four, Enleco stopped because he no longer had the need.
The magicians had been watching attentively, and there were even two people who kept taking notes.
After the four samples were made, Enleco stepped aside, and most of the subsequent work did not require his intervention.
Enleco, who was free, slowly walked to the table next to him and sat down.
The dark jade-like thing was still lying quietly in its original place.
Under it lay the carving knife intact.
Although the materials and tools have not changed, Enleco's state of mind is completely different.
He gently raised the carving knife.
After hesitating for a moment, he cut off a wrist-thick piece from the piece of black jade with one clean stroke.
Putting the remaining part aside, Enleco picked up the carving knife and carved it carefully.
There was no hesitation in his movements, because the thoughts had already been formed in his mind.
Although Most was not there to give guidance, Enleco believed that Most's wisdom had already been deeply engraved in his mind.
Now all he needs is practice.
Through practice Most's wisdom is truly transformed into his own knowledge.
Enleco even looks forward to the day when this knowledge can be sublimated into his own wisdom.
The carving knife did not stop, and a magic circle gradually appeared on the smooth and flat surface of the ink jade.
Those many stars have disappeared, because Enleco believed that there was no need to aim at these many stars.
The small shallow pits in a circle correspond to the many stars in the ecliptic that are relatively fixed in the sky.
Although it still looks densely packed, compared with the countless stars in the sky, the number of stars above the ecliptic is much smaller.
Stars are few in number, making it easier to determine their location.
If it weren't for the unstable energy emitted by these stars, Enleco would only want to take the three brightest main stars among them.
After the magic circle was carved, Enleco gently blew away the debris piled in the carvings with his mouth.
The metal was then melted down with the hellfire device placed on top of the lampstand.
The metal that turned into gold was suspended in the air, and Enleco used them to fill the newly carved magic circle.
The hot metal quickly flows between the deep gaps and depressions.
The ink jade was immediately covered with countless criss-crossing golden threads, which formed a beautiful pattern.
Coupled with the dignified texture of ink jade, this is almost a perfect work of art.
But for Enleco, he didn't care whether this magical item used for self-defense and life-saving was beautiful.
The only thing that matters is whether it actually works.
Enleco was not sure about this at all.
He couldn't even test it because the damn curse was still on him.
As long as tomorrow passes, everything will go smoothly.
As long as his magic power is restored, he can give this remade astrolabe for short-distance teleportation a good try.
As long as the astrolabe test is successful, he can travel thousands of miles and escape from this dangerous desert in the blink of an eye.
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Just when Enleco was full of longing for freedom, suddenly there was a burst of noisy footsteps from the stairs.
Gorslow appeared in front of everyone with two warriors.
The original color of the robes worn by the two warriors was no longer visible at all.
Their faces were even more embarrassed than Gorslow's look just now.
The hair was tangled together and mixed with yellow dust, making it look like a pile of mud.
"Elder, can you use magic to detect the surroundings of the camp?" Gorslow asked. Although his tone was still calm, everyone could hear a hint of anxiety.
The elder waved his hand, and the oldest magician standing next to him immediately walked out of the basement, obviously going to make preparations.
"What's wrong?" asked the elder.
"The spies monitoring the movement outside reported that the Kaoqi army is less than 70 kilometers away from here. Judging from their appearance, they are heading straight for here." Gorslow replied.
"Are you ready?" the elder asked again, and the wrinkles on his face had already piled up.
"I have ordered an emergency gathering, and people outside are making preparations." Gorsloo replied.
Enleco slowly stood up from the chair. He didn't know how the shadow thief would deal with him.
It is completely conceivable that the Kaoqi army is coming for him.
After all, the Shadow Thieves and the Kaoqi Kingdom have maintained a state of peace and harmony for centuries. If nothing happens, the Kaoqi army will not go to war to stimulate a group of thieves that is powerful enough to have its own paladins and magicians.
"Poruet, Sack, you two and others are going to tidy up this place, and move things outside and deal with them the old way." The elder ordered, and now his majestic and unshakable look is like A true leader of thieves rather than an old grandfather whose granddaughter doesn't even listen to him.
Seeing the doubt and hesitation on Enleco's face, the little dancer slowly walked to him: "Don't worry, we won't tie you up and sacrifice you. Thieves also have the character of thieves."
The little dancer looked at the busy people around and said: "And we have long been accustomed to moving like this. This is not the first time that the Kaoqi army has come to harass us. At least since I was born, I have seen It’s okay to do it three times, regular exercise can keep us active.”
Although the little dancer spoke extremely relaxedly, Enleco could clearly feel that her heart was not peaceful.
Enleco also felt the seriousness of the situation, and he extinguished those hellfire devices.
This magical device that no longer fires is cold and not hot at all. On the contrary, the lampstand, as well as the graphite shelves and trays on the other table are so hot that people dare not approach them.
Using iron pliers, he picked up the hellfire devices one by one and put them into his pocket. Only then did Enleco feel relieved.
As long as he has these hellfire devices in his hands, he will have a powerful and tough personal guard.
The only thing that worries him is whether he will disturb the loving couple lying quietly in the desert.
Although judging from the distance, he is quite far away from the burial place of Monisha and Feisler, but Enleco is still worried that if there is Trode in Kaoqi's army, he can easily kill all the people around him. The corpse is summoned to become a skeleton soldier.
"Why are you so stingy? Don't you want to give these things to us? Now you have to take them back in a hurry, huh," the little dancer said contemptuously, her words full of contempt.
"No, you misunderstood. This thing is not just a furnace for melting metal. It is originally a powerful weapon. It can be used to create extremely powerful flame skull demons. When I was in Stryer County, I used it to They deal with blood foxes." Enleco quickly defended.
"Fire Skeleton Demon?" Most of the people standing nearby exclaimed.
This name first came from the mouths of those members of the Blood Fox Thieves Group who were lucky enough to escape from Stryer County, and spread throughout the desert.
The name has become synonymous with death and terror.
Even Gorslow turned his head and looked at those red beads in surprise.
Although he had witnessed the power of the Flame Skull Demon with his own eyes in the wilderness of Stryer County, this was the first time he knew the true appearance of this terrifying and powerful magic.
Except for the elders, the other magicians were filled with surprise and a little panic.
After all, they had touched and used these small and cute red beads countless times in the past two days, but they never thought that this thing was the prototype of the feared Flame Skeleton Demon.
The rumored terror cannot be linked to its exquisite, delicate and lovely appearance.
"Teacher, we are surrounded." An anxious shout came from upstairs, waking everyone up from the shock.
Everyone rushed to the ground.
I saw many people crowded inside the tent.
Two short people stood on the wooden shelf extending from the central spiral escalator. They pulled out the cabinets one by one, and the people below carefully caught them.
These people put the cabinets one after another into leather bags that had been made for an unknown number of years.
There were four or five carriages parked outside the door, and the cabinets were loaded onto the carriages one after another, tightly packed together.
Although there were many people in the tent, it didn't seem crowded because everyone was working in an orderly manner.
Apparently, as the little dancer said, these people had moved the entire camp not once or twice.
The only thing in the tent that no one had moved was a large table in the southwest corner.
The magician who had just shouted loudly was standing in front of the table with a nervous expression.
There is an extremely smooth gold mirror plate placed on the table, with a crystal clear crystal lens suspended above the center of the mirror plate.
This lens is four or five times larger than Enleco's palm. The mirror surface is flat and smooth and can clearly reflect human figures.
The space between the crystal lens and the gold mirror plate reflects a hazy impression.
It was a dusty desert, with a small dot shining with green light in the middle.
The green light is surrounded by countless small dots in a fan shape.
Some of those small dots have even entered the edge of the dusty desert.
"Thankfully, this sandstorm blocked the way, so Ka'aoqi couldn't come in." A magician said.
"But our own movements have also been restricted. It seems that they are planning how to surround us." The little dancer expressed her opinion first.
"Hageello personally commanded those legions." Gorslow murmured with a frown.
"Why do you think so?" the elder asked in a gentle tone. He was not questioning this. After all, no one here knew everything about Hegeelo better than Gorslow.
"This is obviously Hagero's style. If I guessed correctly, his magicians have already entered the desert, and may even be very close to us, while he himself showed a calm and thoughtful attitude. He wants to use an upright formation to overwhelm us, so that he will not suffer losses whether it is a surprise attack or a frontal attack. If it were not blocked by this sudden sandstorm, maybe he would have already deployed his troops behind us to prevent us from getting stuck. Our retreat is cut off."
"Then what should we do? Retreat into a deeper desert?" the elder asked.
"I'm afraid we can't do it. We are fighting hastily and there are too many people in the camp. As long as Hegeero keeps chasing them, he can force us to have a head-on confrontation with them. This is what I least want to see. Things." Gorslow said with a frown.
"Mr. Enleco, I know you have a way to avoid Drakes's detection. If I guessed correctly, you should have provided some kind of magic for your companions to hide themselves from Drakes. Protection, so your companions were able to successfully escape from under the nose of Hagrid and enter the desert leading to Sophie. Now can you do the same thing for us?" Gorthro Suddenly he regained his composure.
Everyone knew that he already had an idea in mind.
"It's okay, but making that kind of thing requires a lot of emeralds. Do you have these things here?" Enleco asked.
After hearing this, Gorslow immediately turned around and ordered a soldier behind him who was directing the movement of the cabinet: "Go and collect all the jewelry with large emeralds inlaid. This is an urgent order."
"Move all the emerald ores to the basement." The elder also ordered the magicians around him.
Everyone acted quickly.
Because they know that the lives of everyone here may depend on this little green gem.
For them now, the most important thing is to be fully prepared.
The terrible sandstorm not only blocked the enemy, but also trapped themselves.
When the sandstorm calms down a little, it is the moment of life and death.