Heimarian Odyssey

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Cavaliers Journey!Locke is a layman, and it's unclear how costly it would be to be a puppet comparable to first-class creatures.

Take this black warrior as an example. Before refining it, the necromancer had little to say to prepare three corpses of a first-level knight, one as the main material and the other two as supplementary materials in the experiment.

After saying goodbye to Ashar Magician, it was already evening, and unconsciously spent an afternoon at the residence of Ashar Magician.

Before leaving, Ashaer the magician seemed to remember something and threw Rock a crystal ball.

"Your mental level is close to an intermediate apprentice?" Ashaer the magician asked.

Locke couldn't figure out what medicine Ashaer's magician sold in the gourd, but nodded and replied "barely close to an intermediate apprentice."

After the Cavaliers are promoted to the first level, the mental power will usher in a surge. Locke also took the opportunity to have the ability to communicate and attack with mental power.

"That's right, this crystal ball is suitable for you now, you are now an intermediate magic apprentice of the Santa." Ashaer magician said plainly.

Locke's eyes widened. He heard that some knights would choose the path of a magician after being promoted to the first level, but countless experiences have told the latecomers that it was a dead end.

I have never heard of a knight who was promoted to the first level and changed to become a magician.

The magic swordsman class that Christine walks belongs to. Both magic and grudge are equal, and they are biased towards the magician's line. It is very different from this process of grappling first and then magic. There is no comparison.

"This is to give you the identity of going in and out of the Santa." Looking at Locke's dead brain, Ashaer had to explain it.

"Ah, that's true. Thank you Master!" Locke reacted, thanking quickly.

There are women such as Angelina and Grace on the side of the Santa. Locke said that one or two times a year later, it is too troublesome to get a temporary ID card every time. The identity given to the plan by the magician Ashaer is just right.

Two days later, Locke went to the Santa trading area.

On the bustling commercial avenue, Locke walked into an alchemy shop that had been inquired about.

"Hello, I need to make a set of armor weapons that can be used by formal knights." Sitting at the front desk was a senior magic apprentice girl, Locke said politely.

The senior magic apprentice looked at Locke before taking him to a conference room behind the shop.

"Please wait a moment, the master alchemist will be here soon." the little girl said crisply, looking at her, it seemed to be smaller than Christine.

Worthy of being a Santa, various geniuses are emerging one after another. The qualifications of Christine's Demon Martial Cultivation are just a middle class. Only those who have become quasi-magicians like Angelina at the age of thirty can barely be called It is a genius.

Locke tilted Erlang's legs and waited a few minutes before an acquaintance walked in.

"Master Bosh, why are you?" Locke wondered.

"Rock, it's you." The Bosh Wizard was dumbfounded.

...

After some communication, Locke realized that the Boss magician had another identity, the alchemist of the Santa.

No wonder that when the original plane wars were dissatisfied, Master Keira and the magician Ashaer, this guy also had proud capital.

"Speaking of it, why don't you ask Master Keira for help, and that alchemy is not low?" Bosh Magician wondered.

"Ah." Locke said, I don't know how to explain.

In the past two days, he has been looking for Kyla magician, but Kyla magician told him that he is good at making small objects magic props, magic jewelry, magic wand and other alchemy products. For large knights such as armor and weapons He did not have much experience with equipment, but suggested that he come to the Santa trading area to find a professional.

Is Keira Magician unprofessional?Of course professional.It's just that the professional is not very good. People won't lift the hammer, create a demonized armor for Locke, or make a sharp sword...

The same is true of the magician Ashaer. The dark magician is good at making potions. Alchemy is not as good as her sister Keira. Locke has to come here to find a way.

"Has the material been brought in?" The Bosh Wizard didn't struggle with these details for too long and asked directly.

"Bring it, bring it." Locke said.

Ask the magician to make equipment, you must bring your own materials, especially for knights who are not wealthy.

Locke took out several space rings one after another, and emptied a pile of all kinds of materials and ores from these years.

Some were searched from the activated fairy world, some were given by the nobles of Forstein, some were collected when he went out to perform missions, and some were collected by Angelina and his daughters.

The Bosh magician looked at Locke's colorful gadgets and said, "Yes, these things are barely enough to make a set of first-level knight armor swords."

Bosh the magician's gaze rested on a cuboid of two cubic meters of dark ore.

This rock ore even forgot when Locke himself obtained it, as if it was a filial pie before a Viscount of Folstein, a meteorite that landed in his territory decades ago.

"What about my reward?" the Bosh magician's eyes shone brightly.

The rebate of these materials is actually enough for him to earn, but after all, he is not a saint, and his relationship with Locke is not so intimate. What to talk about is still to be discussed.

"How do you like this?" Locke pulled out a rag and put it on the table.

Sure enough, Bosh Mage was instantly attracted by this rag.

"Where did you get this magic robe?" Bosh the magician is a savvy, and recognized the style of the magic robe in line with the East Coast.

"Trophy." Locke smiled with white teeth.

"Oh, no wonder." Bosh the magician nodded with a clear look.

This rag here is really a rag here, the magic power fluctuates less than half, and there is no half use, but it is different in the eyes of alchemists such as Bosh magician, this is a knowledge treasure house.

Both parties to the transaction were very satisfied, and the Boss Magician informed Rock that he would take the armor weapon three months later.

"Three months~" Locke lamented. His compulsory mission was about to arrive this year. The time was tight. Will there be time to run the Santa Claus again?

"What do you think? Can I make armor and weapons for you in a week?" The Bosh magician glared with a beard.

Leaving the trading area, Locke walked towards the forest outside the Santa.

In these days of temporary residence in the Santa, he simply released the Scorpion Dragon Fermo to make it crazy for a few days, and there was no sunshine air for a long time. This guy spent a good time in the Santa Forest, damaging countless low-level Warcraft.

Not only Fermo was there, but Angelina, Angelina’s favorite pet, was also kept in it.

Looking down from the aerial promenade, Locke saw a corner of the large forest southwest, one big and one small two-headed scorpion dragon, like two mountain kings, running wildly, bringing many variables to this peaceful forest.

"Roar!"

"How!"

"..."

Often quasi-order Warcraft from other sites roared, expressing dissatisfaction with the two scorpion dragons.

If in the past, Anji, who was only able to endure advanced World of Warcraft, would endure, but today is different. With an older brother in the back, Anji shouted back in the direction of the voice, and it was not busy.

"Roar!!"

"Roar!!"

In the past two days, Fermer and his sister Anji have already done several racks in the Santa Forest.

This guy is really not a good brother, full of violence, even when taking Locke to dinner with several girls at night, Angelina will complain a few words, saying that Fermo took her Angie broken.

In this case, Locke just smiled silly.

Fermo knew the situation best, as long as his opponent was not a first-class Warcraft, and the rest was just tossing around, he didn’t believe that Warcraft could beat Fermo today.

In terms of strength, Fermo is only one step away from Tier of Warcraft.

After roughly glancing at Fermo and Anji, the spirit was still full, and Locke went back to dinner with confidence.

Feimo also felt that the host had just come to see it, and roared in the direction of Locke's departure, as if to say hello, and then turned his head to continue to lead his sister to the place where Warcraft was dense.

Returning to the residence of several women, Angelina was still studying the magic contract that Locke gave her yesterday, and Grace was distributing potions in another room. Christine was rushed by Locke to practice fighting spirit. The two daughters, Fei and Xia Xi, were tinkering with food tonight in the kitchen.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Locke leaned over to Leah and asked, smelling the smell of Leah.

"Historical books created by famous scholar Barink." Lia said softly.

"What's the use of this thing? It can't improve your strength." Locke pouted.

"There are a lot of ideas in it that are worth learning, and who said that they can't improve their strength, there are only a few words about Master Barneck's experience about magic cultivation." Lia said.

What Locke does not know is that, apart from being a famous historian, Barink is also a powerful second-level elementalist.

Among the Locke women, the cultivation enthusiasm of his sister Leah is not high. He neither pursues the improvement of life level nor the control of strength.

If it wasn't for Locke to ask her to study hard on the Santa side, she was more inclined to go with Locke, wash and wash Locke every day, and cook.

Reading masterpieces is just a fun anecdote that Leah finds for herself.

In fact, if Leah devotes her time to reading these books to mental meditation and magic accumulation, perhaps she has already caught up with Grace's pace and became a senior magic apprentice.

"Well, whatever you want." Locke is not opposed to her sister's interest.

But then Leah couldn't read the book properly, because Locke, a trickster, kept moving her feet, making her blushing and unable to calm down.