From the bottom of his heart, Lide felt that fighting the boss alone was not a healthy way, and sooner or later individual heroism would be replaced by collectivism. For example, now, when he sleeps alone at night, he can't sleep alone, and he doesn't even have anyone to hug him to sleep, so he will inevitably feel empty, lonely and cold.
The only man who followed him was a man who was as cold as a zombie, so he couldn't be called out to sleep in his arms.
On the first night away from Alaya and Shiloh, Lid already missed the days when there were sweet and soft girls around him.
Sleep time was shortened, and it was impossible to rush on the road 24 hours a day, Lide decided to find something else to do.
"Serge... Let me teach you the language of the giants? It's okay, after all, they use ancient characters. Although some pronunciations are different from what I remember, but generally speaking, I can communicate with them. .But how much can you learn in such a short time? It’s better to let me translate for you.”
The little slime was chewing on the lacquered moon armor, and his round body was rolling around on Lid's arm, as if he was doing after-dinner training. Lid bent his arm, and the little slime that was rolling towards his fingertips launched into the sky like a roller coaster, and then landed firmly in Lid's palm.
Lide squeezed its body and said:
"Sooner or later, the ancient characters will have to be learned. When I borrowed the book from Felita last time, I have already learned part of it by myself, and then I have learned it every now and then. But most of the ancient characters I have mastered are those obscure and difficult ones used in magic. The words I understand, the part of daily communication is relatively small. Now I almost learn this part again, and it is basically enough."
Little Slime broke free from Lid's grasp, jumped onto a blue-black rock, looked at Lid and asked:
"Have you learned the magic book translated by this king? It is a very difficult ancient text Serge. If no one teaches it, it should be very difficult for me to learn Serge!"
Lied chanted a spell casually, a cyan flame jumped from his fingertips, and the temperature instantly melted the nearby snow. The little slime hid behind the stone at the fastest speed, and said loudly:
"Okay, okay, this king knows!! Stop, stop, it's dangerous!!"
Lied flung the flame out of his hand casually, and suddenly a mass of heavy snow exploded in the distance, a deep pit appeared on the ground, and hot smoke kept coming out. Little Slime then climbed back onto the rock again, looked at Lid, and said in disbelief:
"I didn't expect you to have the talent to be a magician, Serge. You are worthy of being my servant! It's magic that I haven't translated, but you can use it skillfully. Serge... It seems that you have indeed comprehended the elements that make up magic." Text]. But this also means that your magic has to be limited? How much is it now?"
Lied said lightly:
"It's about the same as the others."
The little slime stared at Lid for a long time, but of course it couldn't see Lid's cultivation level. After watching for a while, the little slime used his slime ball to conjure a pair of glasses, put them on, stretched out a The little tentacle pushed the glasses, and said to Lid like a teacher:
"Okay. Since you asked sincerely, then I will show you the ancient characters you use every day mercifully! First of all, the basic vocabulary... Serge, give me a hug."
Lid picked up the little slime with both hands, and squatted down. Little Slime stretched out his tentacles, wrote some complicated words on the ground, and then explained to Lid what it meant.
What Little Slime didn't expect was that Lid's learning speed was much faster than it thought. After teaching all the vocabulary in the morning and all the grammar in the afternoon, Lid could already use the ancient language with him in the evening. communicated. And he spoke quite fluently. At first, Little Slime thought he was some old monster who had lived for thousands of years.
Facing Little Slime's astonishment, Lied didn't explain anything, he had already started thinking about the next investigation plan.
The little slime rose to the middle of the seventh level by devouring the painted moon armor, and the rare material of the painted moon armor was completely exhausted. During this period of time, the little slime ate hundreds of lacquered moon armors worth more than tens of thousands of gold coins, but it only helped the little slime rise from the sixth level to the middle level of the seventh level.
Although it seems a little worthless, Lide had made such preparations a long time ago. He felt that the little slime was just like the equipment in the game. Obtaining it was just the beginning, followed by endless strengthening hell, and no matter how abundant the purse was, it would be drained quickly. It was such a tormenting goblin.
Fortunately, there are hundreds of black crystals for it to eat.
Every time the little slime grew a little in the past few days, Lid asked it if it remembered the source of the black crystals, but the little slime still didn't think of it until the lacquered moon armor was eaten. It just vaguely remembers that this is a very important matter, perhaps even more important than the demons, but its memory is like a layer of fog, making it unable to remember it smoothly.
"Then there's no way."
On the day when the lacquered moon armor was exhausted, Lid let out a mouthful of hot air and said to Little Slime:
"We can only prepare to start the second plan."
Little Slime scratched his bald head with his tentacles, and asked suspiciously:
"Then, what is that?"
Lide touched his chin, looked towards the north, and said casually:
"Well... what is it? Why don't you go directly to the core blood of the giant race, the high giants above the seven commanders must know something we don't know?"
Little Slime trembled and almost rolled off Lid's shoulder.
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At the same time, in the large army where Lord Lingwu was, Mr. Hua Liang was wondering why a master of the ninth level under him mysteriously disappeared.
He remembered that this person just went out to use the toilet and never came back.
In fact, on the desolate and white ice field, this once mighty young master was stabbed through his limbs by a man wearing a cloak, and writhed ugly on the ground like a maggot.
The man in the cloak patted his face with the blade, and asked indifferently:
"I'll ask again. Where's Lid?"
The master of Hualiang's territory turned over and faced up, his eyes were full of horror, and he said in a trembling voice:
"I said, I said. He was kicked out of the line and left alone towards the other side... Leave me alone! Please, I won't say it!"
The master in Hualiang's territory originally wanted to use his fingers, but both arms had been crippled, so he could only use his chin to point in one direction.
The man in the cloak paused and asked again:
"Who kicked him out?"
The masters of the Hualiang territory swallowed their saliva, and reported the names of the seven territories without hesitation. He seemed to have just seen something terrifying not long ago, and now he answered whatever the other party asked.
The man in the cloak nodded, and stabbed his heart with a knife, and hot blood spurted out.
She took off her hood, revealing a head of pure white hair, looking at the direction where the corpse at her feet was pointing with her eyes, and said softly:
"As I said, we are brothers. Back then you risked your life to bring me to Lingwu. Now, it's my turn to save you."