Casting spells

Fortunately, he didn't recognize these strange characters, but it didn't mean that others didn't recognize them either.

Especially those enemies who are constantly fighting with the Darente should definitely be able to decipher these words.

Thinking of this, ** didn't hesitate at all, took the slate and walked out of the fort directly, and said to the unknown god who had been waiting at the door for a long time: "I want to make a deal with you!"

"Oh? What deal?" the unknown god asked with great interest.

"I just opened the core treasure house of the magic fortress and found something interesting. If you don't mind, can you translate it for me?" As he spoke, ** directly handed over the slate in his hand.

When the unknown god saw this stone slab, a faint golden light burst out from his pupils, pursed his lips and said in admiration, "It's unbelievable! You actually found this!"

"What is it?" ** asked impatiently.

"It is a ledger, which records the whereabouts of all the resources looted from this world." God explained casually.

"Where? You mean..."

**Obviously aware of something, there was a strange light in his eyes.

"That's right!" God nodded slightly. "As you guessed, every once in a while, those greedy invaders will transfer the plundered resources to another place, and then transport them to their home planet from this place."

"So where is this place?"

** Obviously don't care where those resources go, just want to find the location of the shelter.

"Sorry, I don't know either. All I know is that they hid this place very well and did not allow anyone who is not a Darente to enter. If you really want to find it, you'd better go to a place first." God offered made a suggestion.

"Where?"

"Loss! The capital of the world's most powerful empire, it was also the first city conquered by invaders. Among the ruins of that city, there should be the answer you are looking for."

"Loss?"

"Yes! It was called the city of miracles blessed by the gods back then. Not only did it have the most magnificent and magnificent temples and palaces, but it also had the most devout and fanatical believers."

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Just when she got the clue and set off towards the ruins of the ancient city, another boy on the planet Mocha was already standing in front of the repaired portal and asked without looking back, "Teacher, I'm leaving soon, what do you want?" Is there anything else to say?"

"There is nothing to say. I believe that conquering a technologically backward and chaotic world will not be a problem for you at all. The only thing to remind is that if you find a clue about your other brother, don't rush to take action, let alone Don't try to bring him back by force." Oren warned in a serious tone.

"Why?" The boy obviously didn't understand his mentor's intentions.

Oren explained with a smile: "You have to understand that he is different from you. He lived among those primitive aborigines who hated us since he was a child, and he didn't understand how great the magic civilization created by the Darentes is. I don't want to bring back a A genius who is hostile to us, even hostile, get it?"

"So you want to change his thoughts and concepts first?" The boy was very smart and immediately understood what his mentor wanted to express.

"It's best that you can understand this! As a mentor who has watched you grow up to the present, I am very aware of the huge potential contained in your body. If nothing else, your brother should also have similar talents. If he One day it really threatens us..."

Before Oren could finish speaking, the boy interrupted: "Don't worry! If there is such a day, I will kill him with my own hands, and then make him into an alchemy puppet. Nothing can stop us from moving forward, even Even if he is my biological brother."

The first thousand 280 eight chapters of mixed blood

Conquest and plunder, like a pair of twins, are deeply engraved in the DNA of the Darente.

Every Darente has been full of ambitions for the outside world since his birth, under the influence of his elders and school teachers.

In their culture, whoever can bring resources and wealth to the home planet is an out-and-out hero. Not only can he gain huge benefits and prestige, but he can also take this opportunity to enter the upper class of society and become a member of the ruling class. member.

Of course, as a typical advanced magic civilization, those powerful spellcasters will always hold the decisive power.

On the one hand, they have the unrivaled power of ordinary people, on the other hand, only they can manipulate those complicated magic devices to deal a devastating blow to the enemy.

The most important thing is that after countless times of self-transformation, the casters have an extremely long lifespan. Time has endowed them with wisdom countless times beyond ordinary people, and some of them have even become some kind of special life that surpasses gods.

Right now, the old monsters are gathering in a dark, old, musty-smelling house.

What was placed on the table was not an expensive magic lamp, but candles made of unknown animal fat were lit.

You must know that with the continuous innovation of technology, even the poorest Darente can ensure that the magic lamps in their homes will not go out all day long, but they still use ancient lighting that is only mentioned in some history books equipment.

After a full minute, one of them was dry and thin, like a mummified old guy coughed hard, and said, "That kid is leaving! Let's talk about it, what should we do next?"

"A plan that has been brewing for 12 years, is it finally about to start?" Another guy, whose whole body was covered in dark shadows, revealed strong expectations in his tone.

The old guy who was the first to speak nodded earnestly: "Yes! His appearance means too much to us. Especially the bright light released by the soul is simply like the most beautiful treasure in the universe ...If there is really a huge group standing behind him, we have to start thinking about whether to kneel down and become the other party's vassal, or take all the knowledge and technology to escape."

"But what if not? What if there are only two such precious lives left?" Another old man asked with a half-smile.

"Then let them fully integrate! With the blood and genes flowing from them, we can maximize the potential of our Darente. If I'm not wrong, some of you here should already be preparing to try to breed hybrid offspring, right?"

While saying these words, the person shrouded in darkness all over his body raised his head, and his eyes burst out with an emotionless light.

Obviously, as a Darente who relied on continuous self-reform to develop into today, he didn't care about the bullshit pure-blood theory at all. At least in the eyes of these high-level people with decision-making power, the purer the blood, the smarter and the greater the potential. Pure nonsense.

To be precise, the Darentes living on the planet Mocha cannot find a single so-called pure blood at all, and each person has at least [-] or more other genes mixed in his body.

As early as in the barbaric era, the ancient Darentes were aware of the benefits of racial integration, and continued to combine themselves with those magical creatures to give birth to mixed offspring, and then let these mixed offspring combine with others of the same kind, through blood dilution. Improve the magic talent of the entire group little by little.

Today, the more prosperous the family with powerful influence and talents, the less the proportion of original blood.

But the Darente don't want all kinds of rubbish, at least they won't allow those races with low IQ, lazy work, and no effect on improving their potential to blend in.

Quite the contrary, with such rubbish they often resort to genocide once and for all.

"Hehe, isn't this a matter of course? But I doubt whether that boy will really accept the future we arranged for him. From his growth experience, it can be seen that the appearance of women in our group does not match his Aesthetics." The mummy-like old guy reminded with a worried face.

From the information flashing across the black slate, it is not difficult to judge that this little guy who suddenly appeared in the ring of space, and may even be the culprit of the energy storm, is rarely affected by the surrounding environment, as if he is related to life. All have a strong sense of self.

"Isn't this simple! Select some talented women and let them undergo a permanent change in appearance. In addition, let the adjutant of the expeditionary army pay attention to observe, seeing the women of those races in the conquered world will arouse his interest .” Sombra gave a solution without thinking.

For an extremely developed magical civilization, such a thing as a permanent change of shape is nothing at all.

What's more, all Darentes who become spellcasters don't care what their appearance looks like.

Look at the people in power present who control the direction of the entire civilization, some are already in the state of undead, and some have transformed themselves into shadow forms. It will devour the soul of an innocent person and turn the other person's body into a temporary container for himself.

But unfortunately, the boy obviously didn't know that he had been targeted by the higher-ups, and he was directing the expeditionary army to cross the portal and appear on an empty beach.

Before he had time to observe the surrounding environment, several Darentes who were hiding behind the rocks rushed out, shouting with ecstasy: "Here we come! Finally we are here! Reinforcements from the mother planet!"

"Long live! We are finally saved!"

"This time, we must let those damned natives know what it means to resist us!"

"War! Destruction! Death! I will return double the suffering I have suffered all these years!"

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