Abe the Wizard

Three days went by, because of the food, unparalleled enthusiasm of both the Pokémon Matrix and the Dwarf Construction Team, the 16th floor of the Magic Tower was restored, or rebuilt.

The sixteenth floor, which was still intact, was also completely dismantled, replaced with better materials, and then nothing happened to the Dwarf Construction Team, because the next task was to fill the entire Magic Tower with the Magic Tower.

Each floor must have sound, lighting, protection, isolation, polymagic and other functions, which must be achieved through the formation of the law, plus, according to the Duchess Carrie, this is only preliminary completion, which is a magic tower made with the participation of the Elves, and not complete without the decoration of the Elves.

So the magic tower was completely entrusted to the Pokémon to enter into the legal formation painting and decoration beautification, Abel was completely unable to give any opinions on this point, although he was also of aristocratic origin, but as a small aristocrat, he could not even explain the decoration of the great aristocracy of mankind, let alone the decoration of the Pokémon.

The pursuit of the perfect Duchess Carrie did not leave the Dwarf Construction Team idle, and Abel wanted the Dwarf Construction Team to help him install the three castles' large defensive and delivery frames, but was stopped by Duchess Carrie.

“Master Abel, do you have any plans for this open space?” Duchess Carrie pointed to the empty space on the base of the overhanging fortress and asked.

At this time, only a hundred small war puppets were on the base of the empty fortress with a hundred successive crossbows of the mighty city, the rest of which was dirt.

“I want to build this place into a garden, which is…” Abel thought, finding a ready-made comparison and said: “Just like those gardens in Elf City! ”

“I looked at the base of this empty fortress, and if you put it on a shield cloth, it could be a world completely isolated from the outside world, where you can change the temperature through some formats to keep the temperature constant at the most suitable temperature for flower trees, and the frozen formats plus the heating formats can keep generating water, and just make some pipes so that the base of the entire suspension fortress can produce the water you need without having to manage it!” Duchess Carrie deserves Druid, and soon developed a general plan.

Abel nodded. This is the first magic tower of his life. Although it does not match his wizard rank, who would have known about the hiding of the base of the overhanging fortress? Of course, he hopes that the more comfortable the environment, the better the view, the better the mood, the quicker the cultivation.

“These toys are too ugly, don't put them here, they affect the beauty!” Duchess Carrie looked somewhat reluctantly at the little war puppets that lined up and said to the mighty city crossbow.

Duchess Carrie's behavior promptly sharpened Isaiah's eyes. This is the pride of the Dwarves. How can you allow the elves to discredit themselves?

Cyril's senior wizard is also a little upset at the moment, and the attitude of Duchess Carrie is too arrogant.

Of course, Duchess Carrie is angry that they came here to decorate the magic tower for Abel, but these dwarves came up with so much super material, and this is ridiculing them that the Elves are not rich?

Especially these puppets in front of her, she also knows the value of these puppets, and she knows that these are not for sale, and the Dwarves are too good for Abel!

Is Abel the Elf's son-in-law or the Dwarf's son-in-law?

That's why Duchess Carrie is so angry, because the Dwarves beat their elves in the face!

But Abel saw something wrong first, so he couldn't let them make a scene again, so he immediately communicated with Tallinn.

“Tallinn, change your name to ‘Flavi'!” First of all, Abel is going to change Tallinn's name, otherwise his self-name will always be 'Intelligence Analytical Spirit’.

“Yes, master, confirm the name 'Flavi'!” The sound of the machine is coming out of the magic tower.

The name Flavi was raised by Abel in memory of the heroic female Rogue warrior, and he hoped that the Tallinn would fight like Flavi, vowing to die for the defensive territory, and of course, that the Tallinn would not care what the master called it.

“Flavi, start connecting all the little war puppets!” Abel commanded by spiritual force.

“Confirm command and proceed!” The sound of the mechanical Tallinn is coming out again.

Then Abel felt a very slight fluctuation, so small that only a man like him with a powerful soul could feel it, and then a hundred puppets raised their heads neatly.

“Unknown connecting spirit found, connect?” Tallinn Flavi's voice passes to Abel's spiritual strength.

Unknown Connectable Spirit? Abel couldn't help but look at the senior Cyrillic wizard beside him and ask, "Cyrillic wizard, does the base of this empty fortress carry its own spirit? ”

“I don't think so. We didn't study the base of the empty fortress! Has your Tallinn discovered that the base of an empty fortress is spiritual?” Cyril's senior wizard is in sight, and this is a major discovery.

“I'll see if I can connect!” Abel nodded.

“Connect!” commanded Tallinn Flavi.

“Connecting…” Abel's spiritual power sent the voice of Tallinn Flavi.

“Unknown connection found, allowed?” Another mechanical sound came from the crystal above the base of the empty fortress.

Abel found that it seemed that the dwarves might be mistaken, and that this crystal was not just an identity and a controller, but a spirit, because it was the spirit that could make sound or spiritual waves and communicate, which was the definition of the Spirit in the Holy Land.

“Permission!” Abel's spiritual power passes the command to the crystal on the base of the overhead fortress.

“Discover Super Spirit, merge or not?” Tallinn Flavi asked along with the crystal on the base of the overhanging fortress.

The spiritual uplift can be merged and raised, and the two pieces of wisdom merge to form stronger wisdom and faster processing speeds, but this way neither humanity nor the entire Holy Continent is used.

Tallinn, each magic tower can only be accompanied by one, and if someone wants to upgrade Tallinn in a merged way, they need to scrap a magic tower, and more importantly, the next merger can only merge Tallinn of the same level.

This boost consumes the presence of Tallinn, which is limited in number, and practically no wizard would do so.

And now Abel finds that the crystal on the base of the empty fortress is actually a spiritual analogy to Tallinn Flavi, you know that there are few spirits in the Holy Land at this level of Tallinn Flavi, which is already the highest spirits in the Holy Land.

“Will merging damage the wisdom of the Spirit?” Abel asked spiritually.

“We will form new and stronger wisdom!” The voices of the two spirits say unanimously that the synchronization of the two mechanical sounds gives Abel a strange feeling, as if both spirits are eagerly awaiting merger.

Abel believed in his judgments because they saved his life countless times and, under the influence of a powerful soul, exceeded the Great Knight's level of inspiration, giving him yet another decision.

“Merge!” Abel's spiritual power commanded both spirits at the same time.

“Yes, confirm!” Another consistent mechanical sound.

Then Abel felt chaos in his mind, as if he could no longer find the existence of two spirits, and a hundred small war puppets on the base of the overhanging fortress had lost control and his head had lost its anger.

Cyril's senior wizard, who doesn't know what's going on, can feel the energy fluctuations around him at this point, as if a spiritual outburst had occurred throughout the base of the overhanging fortress.

But he didn't ask, because it was Abel's magic tower, and it was a very private matter, and even friendship could not be questioned.

Duchess Carrie had no feelings, and just now she, the intermediate Druid, had not been able to perceive such spiritual fluctuations, she was just wondering why the puppets of small wars had lost control.

Soon the fluctuations in mental power slowly calmed down, the puppets of small wars raised their heads again, this time without a consistent movement, as if each puppet of small wars had their own emotions, fast and slow, a little nervous and a little loose.