Abe the Wizard

Along the way, Abel discovered that there were very few shops here, very different from the imaginary business city. How could there be no shops living with so many different races, and where would these residents go to buy supplies?

“Lol, how come you haven't seen many shops all the way here?” Abel turned to ask with a question.

“Master Abel, you may be less traveling in a dwarf city where all you see is the surface, the real prosperity is in the hillside of this mountain, where these dwellings are inhabited only by humans and elves, where very few dwarves live, and where the vast majority of dwarves traditionally live in stone caves in the belly!” Roll points to the mountain road on the ground and makes an exaggerated move, indicating that the underground is very large.

“Master Abel, you're at the headquarters of the Blacksmith's Guild. Look, there it is!” After a long journey, Lol pointed to the top of the hill and said.

At the top of the mountain is a huge black castle, and at the top of the castle is a statue, although Abel has never been here, he also knows that the statue is Glengini, the dwarf's mine and blacksmith god.

Legend has it that Glengini was the first creature in the world to dig rocks, mine ores and cast iron vessels, and then he taught the Dwarf the craft, and he gave the Dwarf the tools and methods to defend his enemies.

“Is this made of black iron ore?” As he approached, Abel was surprised to point to the enormous architecture in front of him and asked.

“Master Abel, everyone who comes here will be amazed that this building is all built with the best black iron ore, which is equivalent to a steel castle. It is said that this was the only idol here, and that every dwarf who comes to worship will come with the best black iron ore he has ever dug as a gift to the great Glengini, slowly more black iron ore, and finally this castle! ”

Raul was not surprised by Abel's surprise, he was accustomed to the admiration of every new arrival, a sacred place for all blacksmiths.

“Nobody told me that, I didn't bring black iron ore!” Abel said angrily.

“Master Abel, it's just a ritual, and it doesn't necessarily have to be followed by a race other than the dwarf, of course Master Thorin has prepared a piece for you, and if you admire the great Glengini of the dwarf god, you can offer your heart!” Roll took a piece of pure black ore out of the bag beside him and delivered it to Abel, "he said.

“What a hassle!” Though Master Thorin gave me the black iron ore, it was finally in Abel's hands, and he took it and thanked him hastily.

At this moment, a hateful look came from the doorway of the Blacksmith's Guild, not only felt by Abel, but also by Bathory behind her, the staff in her hand was inexorably tight.

Abel waved his hand slightly, suggesting that Bartholomew was not nervous, and that the master of his eyes was a human wizard who could see why he hated him only from the red robe Abel was wearing.

On top of that red robe, there were two badges, one of which was a Wizard's badge with a staff representing his identity as a junior wizard, while the other badge was the identity badge of the Wizard's Guild Intelligence Office of the Kingdom of St. Ellis, led by a highly familiar enemy of Abel, the senior wizard, California.

“Abel, you shouldn't be in public!” The Red Wizard said with a grin.

“How dare you speak to my master!” Without waiting for Abel to speak, Bathory couldn't bear to drink.

The red wizard, who was rejected by Bathory, has changed his face. The blood-red clothes of the Intelligence Service are almost indifferent in the human world. They are stained with the blood of countless nobles, knights and wizards. He has never been so rude in the face.

Though this is a forbidden city, spiritual repression among wizards is excluded, an almost undetectable form of non-lethal assault that can embarrass the other wizard at best, making it difficult to inflict real harm unless there is a level gap of more than one.

Exactly so, the Red Wizard's momentum was mentioned, with a powerful rush toward Abel and Bartholi, even including the accompanying Roll.

Abel hastily took the black wind and blocked Roll behind him, knowing that Roll was not a wizard, and that this memory was enough to traumatize him and take at least a month or more to recover.

The dark golden light in Bathory's eyes sparkled, and a strange repression arose, distinct from the repression of the wizard's repression on the Holy Continent, which was filled with killing, which was the darkness of hell that she had gained from countless years of killing and being killed.

Junior wizards and intermediate wizards oppress spells, and one wizard who can only bully ordinary people or dare not fight back at most, and one hell of a BOSS who has been in contact with life and death for years, the result is conceivable.

After two powerful contacts, the Red Wizard seemed to see something particularly fearful, his eyes rolled round, his body could not help but retreat, and a staff in his hand fell on the ground without knowing it. Then he sat on the ground with a butt and a white light flashed to protect him in the middle.

The Red Wizard, guarded in the middle of the shield, quickly regained his mind. He glanced at Bartoli in horror and looked at Abel with a hateful look, which was what he had lost to a hard-won one-time passive defensive magic object.

If only this disposable passive defensive magic item had been used between life and death, but it was just a repressive attack and would have made him dizzy at most, but who knows how to activate this disposable passive defensive magic item.

The Red Wizard did not know that he had just faced an intermediate wizard, because of the strange atmosphere of Bathory, which made it impossible to distinguish her specific strength from that of the Holy Land Wizard, and because of the joining of the killing, her repression had already given real attack to the lower wizards, which was why the passive defensive magic object was activated automatically.

“Abel, you'll regret it. Our Intelligence Agency will be retaliating soon!” The Red Wizard said viciously to Abel, and when he wanted to go on, he saw a glint of viciousness in Bathory's eyes, and he had to shut his mouth, but his hatred for Bathory was all concentrated in Abel's eyes, and his vicious eyes kept looking at him.

“Thank you, Master Abel!” Lol, who returned to God at this time, thanked Abel for protecting his bow.

“Lol, you don't have to thank me. I got you involved!” Abel smiled and waved at Lol.

Then he turned his head and looked at the Red Wizard, the Red Wizard was filled with killing machines in his heart. If this was not the City of the Prohibition, he had the heart to kill it directly. A junior wizard was no longer an opponent for him today, even if he did not need a summons, he could kill it directly.

It was also a scourge for this kind of person to keep, and Abel thought to himself here pointing to the Red Wizard and turning to Rohr, "Can he be expelled from the city of Chinatown by what he just did? ”

“Master Abel, my position is low, but I can report this to the Guild's senior management for decision!” Raul also had anger in his heart when he attacked the staff of the Blacksmiths' Guild headquarters in China City, an absolute insult to the Blacksmiths' Guild, stating that he had already reported to his superiors through his identity card.

Just at the end of Roll's debriefing, a black robe dwarf appeared beside Roll in the white light, first bowing to Abel, then looking at Roll and quickly finding out what had just happened.

“Please leave Chinatown immediately and never come back here again, you are not welcome!” The black robe dwarf wizard said silently to the red wizard.

The red wizard's face changed. He did not come to Chennah City to play. He brought the materials of the senior wizard's staff to ask the master of blacksmiths to make a staff. This blacksmith master's party organized by the Duke of Blacksmiths is a rare opportunity, many masters are not seen, especially those capable of making staff.

“No, I represent Lord Coliver, and no one can expel me!” The Red Wizard shouted.

“You mean you need us to list the Coliver Wizard as unpopular?” The black robe dwarf wizard grinned and asked, at a time when the high wizard badge on his chest was particularly prominent.