Abe the Wizard

“Abel, the Wizard Apprentices may not be able to do much about planting, but there are many Wizard Apprentices who come from the estate and are experienced in managing the land!” The Morton Wizard heard about the function of this wheat, and he knew exactly what it meant for a countess.

Knights are an important force in the defence of the land. The presence of wizards makes Abel's Count Commander not poor in high-end combat power, but few knights have the ability to fight and have a deep aristocratic education. There are many small aristocracies in the Count Leader. With this wheat, the knights of the small aristocracy can serve to grow faster, and because they are knights of the Count's origin, they can be reassured in loyalty.

“Teacher, the wizard apprentice who doesn't have to take the task to plant, has the puppet to do the manual work, look at the land, if it is not well managed, it will soon be so barren that it can no longer be planted!” Abel explained.

Abel, of course, knew that it was impossible to ask the Wizard Apprentice to grow it. Because the Wizard Apprentice's physique had just begun to be eroded by magic, he had not fully adapted to this physical harm. It was really helpless to ask them to do physical labor.

In the Six Mans Array, ordinary farmers are not allowed to enter this magical environment, and it is only the apprentice of the sorcerer who can do this.

“Someone is really going to help manage this land, and I'm going to arrange an apprenticeship!” Though not a professional farmer, Morton Wizards can also see that the soil quality of the land is already very poor.

“Whatever sorcerer resources you need, you can ask for them directly from Bartoliso, I have enough points in Liant City to guarantee what sorcerers need on this side, it all depends on how well you arrange it!” Abel saw a Morton wizard take over the matter and also told him about the arrangements in the wizard circle.

“Okay, I'll take care of these low-level wizards for you!” Morton wizards all have some envy for these junior wizards today, not only because of the good magic environment, but also because Abel spent money on them, redeeming Wizard resources for points, and Wizard resources on the side of Liant City.

You know, the Wizard's Resource in Liant City is the best Wizard's Resource in the entire human world on the Holy Continent, because Liant City controls many precarious resource locations and has the largest number of Wizards processing Wizard's Resource for the city.

It's just that Morton Wizard was somewhat surprised that Abel attached so much importance to Bathory. From Abel's words, he actually gave Bathory full credit for managing the Leandertown Wizards Guild, but Morton Wizard didn't ask much, thinking that Bathory, as an intermediate wizard, was going to be Abel's butler for some reason.

At night to greet Flying Flames into the dark world together, as soon as he entered Camp Rogue, Abel felt a great difference. The rift between his eyes reappeared, and the stone fragments of the world were like resurrection, once again giving him the feeling that the world was in full control.

Since the stone fragments of the world, Abel's memory has become memorable, and the map that he saw to Rugauin automatically appeared in front of him when he sat on the back of the flames.

The advantage of flying is that you can ignore the limitations of buildings, rivers, mountain rivers, forests, etc. on the ground, go directly in the direction of the map, so long as the direction is right, you don't have to bypass it, saving a lot of time and effort.

The flying speed of the flame is amazing, it is several times faster than the black wind, because of the Dragon Nation's natural ability to manipulate the air, let it fly in the process, without the resistance of the air, at the same time make Abel sitting on its back very comfortable, without strong winds, without even having to turn on the defense.

Abel in flight looked at the landscape on the ground and had a feeling in his mind that he could fly alone, but he understood that it was an illusion brought about by the stone fragments of the world, and that it might be possible to master the ability to fly alone once all the stone fragments of the world had been collected.

But the thought of just this little piece of debris almost collapsed his body, and he wouldn't dare try to merge if he hadn't gotten much better, even if the stone debris of the second world was in front of him.

The size of this world's stone fragment, Abel can accurately feel, is one-fifth the size of the original volume, and the remaining four world stone fragments should similarly be in the hands of the final demons of the other four continents, according to the stone fragments of the world obtained from Andalille.

Abel couldn't help but smile here. Even the least aggressive Andalille could almost destroy him. As you can imagine, the next few demons will be more powerful than Andalille.

While Abel was thinking about these things, Flying Flames had flown east out of the Rogue camp range, when he found that the entire Rogue camp was not in the same shape as that map, because the Rogue camp was missing in the desert to the east.

If it were on the ground, he might see the desert sea as an outer strait, but Abel was on the back of the flames, and in the sky, he saw a straight, huge incision.

Yes, this is an incision, as if someone had cut it in the original mapped camp of Logo to the east into the desert where Rugauin was going to pass.

“Amazing!” This is what Abel felt like seeing this huge incision.

He can be sure that this is an incision because he can still feel a powerful momentum on top of this big, straight incision, which, despite countless baptisms, is still perceptible.

Whose pen is this? An angel or a demon, Abel had no idea, but he knew that it would cost a great deal, no matter which side the attack was carried out, because if such a powerful attack could have been carried out easily, the battle would have destroyed the entire dark world.

When the flames flew above the giant incision, a sense of loss rose from Abel's heart, because the stone fragments of the world were silenced again, just as he had left the dark world and returned to the Holy Land.

Abel looked back at Camp Rogue, and maybe the stone fragments of the world in his head would only be fully functional if they were within the confines of Camp Rogue.

“Flying flames, turn around!” Abel wanted to come here and shout out.

Flying flames heard the master say that his body, flying at high speeds, had drawn a very small semi-circle in the air and turned to fly towards Camp Rogue.

Indeed, just by entering over Camp Rogue, the stone fragments of his world were restored and he again felt control over Camp Rogue.

“Flying flames, then back, then east!” Abel patted the flaming neck lightly, "he said.

Flying flames, while not knowing why Abel was flying back and forth, returned to the East as Abel had ordered.

It's just that when you fly over a giant incision, the flame slows down considerably, and it's slower to fly forward.

Abel's soul also feels oppression, which comes from a huge incision underneath him.

Abel connects the soul chain to the soul of Flying Flame, so that he can merge with Flying Flame, sending a fear from the side of Flying Flame, a fear of the power in the giant incision, which, although slightly weakened over time, is essentially superior.

Abel believed that if he wasn't riding a flying flame, a mighty four-legged flying dragon, he might fall into the sea if he didn't fly here, and this incision seemed to be a natural barrier separating Camp Rogue from Rugauin.

With Abel carrying with him the terrible momentum of a huge incision, the flight of the flame, though slow, has been heading eastward and has not stopped.

Abel was in trouble at the time, as he was being attacked by the momentum of a giant cut across the land, although he had taken many ‘soul pills', although his soul had been transformed by the dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon, although he had more than 240 points of spiritual strength.

But in the face of this unparalleled momentum, everything is as thin as a piece of paper, and from this you can see the gap between him and Flying Flame, a natural racial gap that, although he has been strengthened countless times, is still somewhat different from the real dragon life.

He suffered the momentum of one half of the huge incisions, and the strong impact of the momentum made his soul tremble, and now all he had to do was insist, because if he exited the state of the chain of souls, waiting for him would be a complete momentum.