The Legend of Fatality

According to the normal process, the villagers who came to express their gratitude and the girls who expressed their gratitude enthusiastically. Nothing, only the villagers who were hiding in the house and watching the two mages. Bai En feels that the girl behind him is estimated that no one will be taken away, and can only be brought back to the Black Tower. But the tail still has to deal with it.

"Hey, what's your name?" Bai En looked at Morris with a smile like a fox.

"Ah, Morris. Master." Morris really didn't know what to say, and the conversation between the two didn't mean anything to guard himself.

"Oh. Eh Morris, would you like to worship me as a teacher." Bai En continued to ask with a smile, his eyes were almost out of sight.

"Well, my lord. My name is Morris." Morris deeply doubted that if he refused, he would not be better off than that Desicama. "I am so willing. Your strength makes the enemy frightened. Your wisdom is like a bright light in the night. Being accepted as an apprentice is simply a gift from God to me. Please forgive me. Can you tell me your name? I ’m well in my mind. "

Bai En touched his beard, why did he feel weird, but just agree. "My name is Bai En. Bai En's Bai, Bai En's grace."

"Ah?" Morris didn't respond.

"Ah shit. Get down on your knees and knock on three heads. Even if you are a teacher." Bai En snapped at Morris' head.

Morris knocked three heads reluctantly and scolded Bai En in seven languages. However, the form is stronger than people, who is not a mage.

"Teacher, may I ask ..." Morris, who just got up and started to speak, was slapped on the head again, and Morris held his head for wrong.

"Don't call it a mentor, because the teacher doesn't like to listen." Bai En said, stroking his beard as a master. "Call it master."

"Yes, Master." Morris is even more upset, Master, is he learning spells or carpenter blacksmiths?

"Well, find out the rest of the people who have participated, I am waiting for you here. Go back quickly!" Bai En ordered.

"Yes, Master." Morris reluctantly went to find someone.

Morris didn't **** the four people tied back together until it was dark at night. There are various bruises on the face that have been beaten, and many places are still swollen.

"Master, the disciples are incompetent, only grabbed four, and everyone else ran away." Morris said with a sad face.

"How many ran?"

"Seven." Morris dared not lie.

"Can you paint?" Bai En asked suddenly.

"Ah, a little sketch." Morris didn't know what Bai En wanted to do.

"Enough, draw the portraits of the seven people." Bai En arranged another job for Morris.

While Morris was looking for people, Bai En asked the villagers to go to the woods and cut trees to make a cross-shaped wooden frame. After gathering people at night, after nailing the four people to the wooden frame, let the villagers carry them to the Black Tower not far away, and found a place where the land was still soft. At the same time, let them do a few more tomorrow, make up twelve, all standing here.

The people in the village did not dare to resist, and silently finished according to Bai En's request. Bai En stepped forward and punctured a small hole with a sacrificial knife at the ankle of each of the four people on the wooden frame, and the blood flowed drop by drop along the small hole. Bai'en's sacrificial knife itself has its own effect. If the wound stabbed by the sacrificial knife is not treated, it cannot heal itself.

After finishing these, Bai En took the picture of Morris, and did n’t see it. He threw it to a small house not far from the Black Tower, who was responsible for communicating with Goblin City, and told him to tell the rain. Grand Duke Guo, the seven human figures in this portrait, regardless of life and death, every time they catch one, they can get one hundred gold coins as long as they are sent back to the Black Tower.

After doing this, Bai En asked the villagers to dissolve, what to do. Bring his new apprentice and the girl back to the Black Tower. Let the girls in the black tower find a room for the new girl. Bai En found a room near Morris himself and let him live inside.

Morris fell asleep with emotions of fear and anticipation, but unexpectedly Bai En threw himself a lot of magical theoretical knowledge to watch when he was fine. Why is it okay, because you are responsible for the distillation of alcohol throughout the day.

Time passed quickly, and Morris finally adapted to the work in Heita. Knowing that those hours can be read in a hurry, there are many books in the black tower. Compared with the various paid textbooks in the college, the completely free books keep him busy learning knowledge from the public. Bai En was very satisfied with the results of alchemists and apprentices. Three hundred barrels of high alcohol should be able to cope with the slaver's goods.

Bai En doesn't know the time it takes for the slave trader's voyage, so he always worried that the slave trader would come back too fast, but now it feels too slow. Amen Cannon's treasure relocation team has returned, and a large amount of gold has been brought back. Only the ten slaves who accompanied him to the wasteland were only seven.

Olson didn't even greet Bai En, he ran directly to the dwarf village, and soon returned with all the dwarves to help unload the gold coins and some of the items that were returned.

"How is the journey." Bai En stepped forward and handed the jug with sweet potato wine to Amen Cannon.

"Very smooth." The long journey did not leave marks on his face, he continued after a few sips. "There are more treasures in the Dragon ’s Cave than expected. In the words of the dwarf, it ’s more tax than the 200 years of Khahadad-Twa. I do n’t know the city of the dwarf, but I heard that he has more than 60,000 people. live."

Amen Cannon continued afterwards. "Treasures worth about 60,000 to 70,000 gold coins shipped this time are mostly gold. Is the slave trader coming?"

"Not yet." Bai En answered truthfully.

"Very well, it seems that we are eager to come back in vain. But this may also mean that we are in danger." Amen Cannon paused and looked at Bai En seriously. "I thought about it along the way. Including the opinions of others."

"I want to ask you ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Do you also plan to build your own mage tower?"

"I? I haven't planned this yet. Why?" Bai En thought for a while, and he didn't find a reason to build his mage tower.

"Now it's not counting Flaine that four people have made up their minds to build their own mage tower. I thought about it carefully. This is a good thing for us. We can use the magic nodes on this island after building the mage tower. Link through the Master Tower. So that we can ... "

"Establish a huge magic channel, and even rely on this magic channel to build a very large magic circle covering the entire island." Bai En directly planned Amen Cannon's words. "I don't think it's feasible. Not to mention the four mage towers. Forty towers may be able to barely build a magic circle, covering the most from the black tower to the abandoned town in the east."

"I know it is unrealistic. But what did we have before? What do we have now?" Amen Cannon said seriously. "I believe we can do it. I heard from them on the road that there are more than a dozen magic schools and wizard associations in the empire in the east. When the treasure is removed, we can buy slaves in large quantities and teach the children Learn magic. "

"No, it ’s learning the magic itself. Any spellcaster can come to study at the Spellcaster Academy. This is not just to protect yourself, it ’s not just to avenge. There are always other things to do in life besides vengeance. The college will make us remember. "

"Time, energy, and results are uncertain." Bai En shook his head.

"Don't you approve?" Amen Cannon's eyes dimmed.

"Yes, I don't approve. But what else can we do?" Bai En laughed self-deprecatingly. "We are trapped here, and we always have to do something to give ourselves hope."