I Don’t Love Warlock

The bookstore owner's eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing became short.

The purchasing power of Hanjin is almost the same as that of human gold coins. For a thousand gold coins, perhaps an ordinary person may not be able to earn so much money for a lifetime of hard work.

"If you pay three hundred cold gold, some of my friends have a few Xue Ling clan books in their hands, and I can collect them all for you. Of course, you have to pay the remaining gold coins afterwards." The bookstore owner said gruffly.

"I'll pick it up tomorrow." Leo nodded, put down the three hundred cold gold and left, not thinking about whether he was beheaded. A thousand cold gold is not worth mentioning to him.

The owner of the bookstore put away the cold gold, immediately closed the shop, and left in a hurry.

Leo was walking on the road, remembering the appearance of Palmer when he was violently rushing to drink, he couldn't help but smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned around and turned into a tavern, and began to collect the Frostfang's wine in this small city.

For precious wines that he couldn't buy, he personally ran to the chief's residence that night and emptied the wine cellar.

"Ms. Palmer shouldn't drink the Frostfang bar? Hahaha." After he succeeded, Leo smiled triumphantly, and returned to the camp built by the insect soldiers in the field with five insects to rest.

"Combining with the many fragments of the remaining soul orbs, this Frostfang tribe is one of the many races in the North. The tribe is divided into two main power systems, the Frost Warrior and the Ice Priest. There are other messy water, fire, wind and thunder, but they belong to the minority. The highest rulers of the ethnic group are the Great Chief and the High Priest. The Great Chief is in charge of the Frostfang tribe, and the High Priest controls the Ice and Snow Church. The Ice and Snow Church believes in the Goddess of Ice and Snow."

Leo thought of this, the corner of his eyes jumped, and he felt the weird teardrop.

A biting chill radiated from the teardrops, causing Leo to shiver.

"Is this..." Leo felt a little cold, looking at the direction pointed by the tip of the teardrop, he pondered, and drew out a sign.

"The soul hunting salamander in the ice field, killed under the statue of the ice goddess when traveling the northern ice field."

This is one of the corpses of the demigod in the Demigod's collection: the sign erected at the Soul Hunting Salamander in the Icefield, that is to say, the Demigod was here before and even found the legendary statue of the goddess of ice and snow. But Leo learned from the memory he saw when he read the soul beads that this magical sacred object had been lost in the age of the gods, and the Ice and Snow Church had not found it.

"Could it be..." Leo showed a strange color, staring at the direction pointed by the teardrops, thoughtfully.

The night passed quickly. The next day, Leo entered the city of Mozambique again and arrived at the bookstore. The owner of the bookstore took out three extremely old and even somewhat incomplete animal skin books and handed them to Leo.

Leo took the ancient book, pressed the remaining seven hundred cold gold on the table, and asked musingly: "There is a book, but I can't understand it. Can you do it?"

The bookstore owner looked at Han Jin and swallowed his mouth and said: "This kind of writing is too old, almost no one knows..."

Leo's face was cold.

The bookstore owner was taken aback, racked his brains for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "...that, the Prophet Somala is very knowledgeable and claims to know everything, if you can ask him..."

"Where is he?" Leo asked immediately.

"He's the most cathedral in North Rockbon, the golden-robed priest there."

"The whole priest of North Rockbon?" Leo couldn't help but frowned, feeling tricky.

In terms of the priest system of the Shuangfang tribe alone, the high priest is a ninth-level powerhouse who manages all the affairs of the church, and for those temple priests who are devoted to cultivating. The priests of the temple are very mysterious. The exact number of people is not clear, but they start at the eighth level, and some of them are at the ninth level, because the previous sea clan battles have been made public and the civilians also know. Next, there are the golden-robed priests of each state, starting at the seventh level, and occasionally at the eighth level. That Somala is a seventh-level golden-robed priest.

"Well, the Prophet Somala is still relatively friendly. He has always been very open to knowledge. It is said that he has set up a valley of books, which contains the manuscripts of the animal skin books he has collected throughout his life, and he only needs to walk up to the mountainside. In the valley, you can watch the books there.” The bookstore owner looked at Han Jin, hesitated for a long time, and finally gave a more tangible news.

"Where is the group of books valley?" Leo's eyes lit up, staring at him and asked.

"It's near the most cathedral in North Rockbon, I don't know the details, you'd better get there and then inquire." The bookstore owner was a little surprised, wondering how such a rude and savage guy would like to study so much. Ancient text.

The next moment, Leo disappeared completely, leaving the bag of cold gold on the table. Soon after, the bookstore owner's ecstatic laughter sounded.

By this time Leo had bought the map and flew to North Rockbon with the insect soldiers.

...

In the snowy field, three elderly Frostfangs in thin robes stood in place, one of them holding a crystal-like object in his hand.

"Yes, the goddess' divine power induction originally appeared here, and there is still a residual atmosphere of space here." An old man cracked his canine teeth and said seriously~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is not an artifact, nor is it bestowed by other gods. Things. This divine power is extremely pure, without a trace of impurities, it is the purest goddess divine power I have seen so far, just like the goddess shot himself. If I guessed correctly, this should be a thing formed by the goddess directly with divine power. "Another old man said confidently.

"What's the use of that? The condensed items of divine power are consumables and are not of much use to our church." The third old man shook his head and came to a conclusion.

"But the goddess has not responded to us since the age of the gods, but she can still give us strength, which is very different from the complete fall of other gods. Don't you doubt it? No matter what, don't lose hope. I will use the wheel of time. Take a look at what happened." The second old man said solemnly.

"However, if you use the wheel of time to look at the past, you will run out of strength and cultivate for at least ten years. Now you are fighting fiercely with those guys in Binghai. It's just an item of divine power, is it worth it?" Another old man Said puzzled.

"There is nothing small about the goddess. Let's not give up any small opportunity." The second old man said in a prayerful posture without any hesitation. He took out an old roulette and stretched out his hands to hold it hard. Live, infinite energy poured into the roulette, the scale on the roulette began to rotate, and the current snow scene appeared in the center.

The old man Shuangfang slowly turned the roulette with his hands, and the scene of the snowy field in the center of the roulette began to change faintly, sometimes stormy, sometimes calm and peaceful, just like a fast-forward picture.

Ten minutes later, there was a wrinkle at the corner of the old man's eyes, and a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth.

"Well, if you go on, you will lose your origin. If you lose too much, you will not even be able to maintain your current level, and you will fall to the eighth level..." Another old man said to stop it.