Pivot of the Sky

A round of full moon shone in the silent desert, staring at the undulating sand dunes surrounding it, infinitely empty, not to mention human shadows, not even a grass. Amon stood there with his back, frowned and asked, “Did you notice anything? ”

Medanzo frowned and listened carefully for a while before answering: “The sound of sand and a little buzzing, like something hard rubbing against sand, but I can't really hear where it comes from, what do you hear? ”

Amon waved and took out a staff in an empty space. The staff was spirally embedded with seven sacred stones. It was the one obtained from * * * -Lington. “Here, this staff is yours," he gave to Medanzo. "Then use the detective magic to investigate the situation. ”

Medanzo picked up the past and was surprised and surprised: "Wouldn't that be like Link's staff? My Amon God, you are so generous! ”

Amon smiled bitterly: "Don't be happy too early. Prepare to fight with your staff. Don't you understand the situation yet? ”

With this staff in his hand, Medanzo's detection magic multiplied, and he shouted, “No, these voices are coming from beneath the sand dunes, there are countless scorpions approaching, they're everywhere, we're surrounded! ”

During the conversation, Amon suddenly restarted the iron branch cane in his hand and plunged it deep into the sand. A shocking force swung deep into the ground and drank: “Medanzo, it's up to you! ”

Seeing the sudden appearance of countless black dots on four pale white sand dunes, from all directions dense and numb, from the sky down, the place where Amon and Medanzo stood became a white circular island in the black tide, the result of Amon's staff retreating all scorpions from the ground.

These scorpions are close to a foot long, with double pliers and long tails with poison hooks, and they look terrible. If it was just one or two scorpions, they could have stepped on their feet and not be fatal even if they were accidentally stabbed by poison hooks, but thousands of poisonous scorpions, whoever saw them, would be frightened.

Without fear, Medanzo drank loudly and waved his new staff. A tornado rose and rolled up the sand with a spiral storm and swept out in a circle. The wind-blown sand grains are like a tiny needle tip with innumerable indistinguishable wind blades. The burgeoning hard shell of the poisonous scorpion was smashed by sand grains, and the body and cheeks were cut off by the wind blade, leaving a residual body in the ground. Some scorpions are half-cutted and their crippled bodies are still struggling to swing.

This aggressive large-scale aerobic theology is powerful, but the desert poison scorpion did not retreat because of the death of its companion, and the scorpion herd on the ground continued to rise again. Amon didn't do it, he just said: "These scorpions are big, the shell is hard, and it takes too much effort to use gas element magic. ”

Medanzo then snapped his staff, and a bright firewire appeared in the cyclone. The firewire instantly turned into a dancing dragon circled between the sand dunes. The scorpion's remains were first lit, and then the scorpion sprung up behind it twisted and rolled in the flames, burning coke and ash. All sides raised a faint smoke with a smelly smell.

Amon also said, "The scorpion has venom in it, so much venom surrounding us, the smoke can be very venomous. ”

Needless to remind you, Medanzo was not stopping, but spraying smoke outwards, while he was carrying out the fireworks. These scorpions seem to be very refractory, with many struggling to climb in close proximity only with smoke in flames, chopped by a wind blade, and Medanzo is now carrying out two large-scale intermediate-level theologians simultaneously.

There's no way to go on like this. After a while, he shouted, "Amon, are we in a scorpion den? This is unnecessary, why be surrounded by a bunch of scorpions? Just go, the scorpions can't keep up with us. ”

Amon pulled out the staff and put away the tent empty-handed, nodded: "Then let's go, you break through. ”

Medanzo pointed the staff forward, and the cyclone converged in a straight line, blowing a wide ditch between the sand and the scorpion was rolled aside. The flames disappeared and turned cold. Nearby venom scorpions lay stiff on the ground, and slightly distant scorpion movements seemed to be slowed by the chill, as Medanzo took the opportunity to step forward and Amon sat behind him with a leather pocket.

Water-element theology in the dry desert is inherently unpleasant, but with the ice sealing of the shuttle technique, that chill is a good way to deal with these scorpions, perhaps not freezing them to death, but as long as you stop them from traveling, you can break through the scorpion perimeter.

The two men walked not slowly in the scorpion herd, pointing all the way in front of the Medanzo Staff. The scorpions around them had become scarce when the sky was bright, and there were still endless white sand dunes on all sides. Medanzo finally took a sigh of relief and turned back to Ammon and said, “How come there are so many poisonous scorpions out there? Have you met them before? ”

Amon shook his head: “There are poisonous scorpions in the desert, and there were people who were accidentally bitten to death. I've heard of them since I was a kid, but I've never heard of so many scorpions, probably because the environment changed after the flood. ”

Medanzo frowned: “These scorpions are obviously too big. They look poisonous. Aren't they the usual sand scorpions?” Suddenly he stomped his foot and stepped on a scorpion that suddenly burst out of the sand, cursing: “How can there be more? There's no end! ”

Amon suddenly thought of one thing and said, "I heard there was a monster in this area before I came. It looks like these scorpions are one of the monsters. I have seen a volume of mythology called" The Land of Marduk "in the Temple of Isis, which documented that Duke Town was once the battlefield of the Gods. A long time ago, there were nine kinds of monsters created by the gods to help fight, namely Hydra, Marsh Giant Snake, Scorpion Dragon, Sea Monster, Giant Lion, Three Bad Dogs, Poisonous Scorpion, Enchanted Mermaid, Wild Bull. ”

Medanzo: "Hydra? Isn't that Humbaba, the baby river god? It is said to be Enrir's gatekeeper, who was recently killed by Gilgamesh and Enchi. ”

Amon nodded: “The Nine-headed Weird Snake is most likely Humbaba, and should have been subjugated by Enrique in that war, becoming the gatekeeper of the Divine Domain. Although Humbaba is dead, he still has a lot of children, which I have met in the underwater river. Humbaba has prolific offspring, other monsters are not necessarily. Among the nine monsters, there are poisonous scorpions. The scorpions we encounter may be the offspring of them. ”

Medanzo threw up his tongue and said, “Then we should be careful. What other beast could we encounter?" ”

Amon nodded again: "Yes, if we encounter unnecessary entanglement and avoid avoiding it as much as possible, we are not here to destroy the monster. Neither is it possible with the two of us, just to find out what's going on here and get to Duke town as soon as possible. ”

Moving on, the speed of the two slowed down. The desert was always full of poisonous scorpions, and the cold burst out of the sand, sometimes in groups, sometimes only five or six. Medanzo almost stung the scorpion after several big and small encounters almost every day. Amon just didn't go behind, let Medanzo deal with it all, so he walked for another seven or eight days and gradually saw the sparse shallow grass in the desert.

Amon asked, "Medanzo, can you handle this? ”

Medanzo gasped for a few breaths: “I haven't had more than a few days since I started practicing magic. The opponent is just a scorpion, but I can't stand it continuously, maybe when it will come out. If it hadn't been for you, Amon, I'd have had the bottom of my heart, and I'm afraid I wouldn't have made it. ”

……

On the same day Amon and Medanzo decided to turn north from the mall, three people, an elderly man and two of his young disciples, were in the distant Shrine of Bon Enrir in the city of Syria.

Gregory's appearance didn't change much. He kept goats full of wrinkles, but his eyes seemed clearer and deeper than they were two years ago. He shouted, "During this time, your magical strength training has persisted and never been interrupted? ”

Rafael replied: "The practice of magic is a hobby of mine since I was a little girl, and I was used to it. Two years ago, my teacher sent me to the town of Turk to explore the terrain, because the accident had not been practiced for some time, but it has never been interrupted since. ”

"Six months ago, I sent you to the Black Fire Swamp to find out what happened to the monster. It's much more dangerous than the mission two years ago. Have you not interrupted your magic training? ”

Raphael replied respectfully: "Yes, under your guidance, this has become a consciousness, and I do not have to remind myself what to do, but naturally do it every day. Theological foundation meditation is also a way to restore magic, so that I can persevere in that dangerous environment and eventually complete the tasks that the teacher has told me. ”

Gregory laughed and asked, "Young man, in such a dangerous environment, do you know why you can always take risks? ”

Raphael revealed his thoughts: “I also had doubts in my heart that there were times when it was really dangerous, but it was always safe, as if there were spirits to protect. ”

Gore shook his head with a smile: "Maybe you really got the help of a god, but the man who protected you at the time was Wallet, and I sent him behind you in secret, and you didn't know it. ”

Raphael was surprised and stood up and said to Wallet: "So you were protecting me, so you should have saved me a few times, why didn't you tell me? ”

Wallet smiled slightly: “The teacher wouldn't let me. ”

Raphael knelt down and prayed: “Even if I didn't say so at the time, but I've been on this mission for six months. You haven't said a word for so long. You've quietly saved me so many times, but I haven't expressed my gratitude! ”

Wallet still smiled: “This is what I should have done, and I would have done it. The teacher won't let me say it. If the teacher says it again today, then say it. I'm just doing my job, and I'm not asking for any thanks, and of course, I'm accepting your thanks. Get up, my brother!” He pulled Rafael up.

Gregory looked at Wallet again and said, "This is a good mood, and I haven't deliberately told Rafael in six months, and you haven't taken it personally. Wallace, do you ever wonder when you're going to be a great magician? I have pointed out a lot of students in Hattie Kingdom, but you are the first person who has the most hope of becoming a great magician. ”

"It's not something I don't want, I'm afraid all the magicians on the continent want to take this step, but it's not just a wish. In the face of this goal, I can only decide how I want to do it, not think much. ”

Gregory nodded with satisfaction: "Good, I hope you feel the same, you can really do it. This time I'm sending both of you on a mission to cross the Syrian desert with your companions, then to the provinces of Uruk and Ecu, respectively, in Baron, to send a confidential letter to the two city owners Gilgamesh and Rhode-Dick, respectively, and come back after receiving an answer, no matter what the response. ”

The Great Nine Artist took out two sealed small skins and gave them to the students. He also commanded them: "You can't open them yourselves. The contents of the letter may also cause trouble. If you have trouble, try to solve it yourself and meet me with an echo.

Now there is some trouble crossing the Syrian desert, just try not to get involved with the mighty monsters and make sure you pass safely. There are several scrolls and a flying magic machine, and if you're threatened with life, Wallace, you can steer it away with Raphael. But it is also a trial journey, and scrolls and flying machines are not allowed until the last critical juncture. ”

……

Amon and Medanzo have reached the edge of the desert, where cold, low shallow grass grows can be seen from time to time, counting the distance, and one more day to reach the inland lake. This grass dune is also the most suitable environment for the growth of poisonous scorpions. Medanzo couldn't help but increase his vigilance, but he didn't see the shadow of poisonous scorpions for half a day. He couldn't help but mourn: “It's really weird today, why didn't a scorpion see it? ”

Amon laughed: "Haven't you annoyed the scorpion in the past few days? Do you want to meet the scorpion herd? ”

The weary Medanzo laughed too: "That's not what I meant. I couldn't help but relax and get out of the fight. ”

Amon: “The invisible enemy is the most dangerous enemy, and this feeling really tortures people. But you have to be prepared, even if we get out of the desert and get rid of the scorpion, there might be something waiting for us, maybe worse than a scorpion.... hmm? There's traces of sand over there. What is it? ”

There are strange marks on the sand dunes in front, like the ripples rated on the surface of the water, Medanzo walks up and looks down and sucks in a cold airway: “I've been so familiar with these marks in recent days, it's the footprints of scorpions climbing through the sand, but these scorpions are too big, I'm afraid they're more than three feet long each! Looks like they're all headed in one direction. What happened? Let's get out of here while we can! ”

Amon shook his hand: "Don't worry, let me see what those scorpions did. It's safer to figure it out. ”

He took out a divine stone instrument embedded on a golden base, the relic of Vitru, the "Lamp of Pursuit”, and stood in front of those traces with the Lamp of Pursuit gently shaking the staff, the divine stone embedded in the core of the lamp scattered a circular aperture, the scenery in the aperture was constantly transforming, as if following the footsteps of the scorpion on the sand dune quickly forward.

Not knowing how many sand dunes have been crossed, the light shadow is already dozens of miles away, Amon and Medanzo have seen a large group of scorpions, each more than three feet long from the cheek to the tail, the shell is bright like hard armor, the raised hook and tail tip from time to time sprays out a light blue flame, it is a horrible mutant giant scorpion.

The flame emitted from the tail of the hook is in a straight line and can strike a distant target. It is the venom that burns after the spray, accompanied not only by giant poison, but also by high temperatures, and only a little bit of it is fatal damage. Rather than always spraying venom, these scorpions line up in formations similar to military formations, protecting each other from staggered attacks and allowing for opportunities. The spray is only a long-range attack, and the most threatening weapon in the vicinity is a large cheek and a hook on the long tail.

There are hundreds of scorpions, all of them mutant giant scorpions that look numb on the scalp. There are two surrounded young men in the middle of the scorpion group. The wand is obviously a magician, and the power is good. A wide range of defense and attack theology are staggered, and the cooperation is very skilled. The older magician was the main attacker, and another very young magician was the main one, walking with a perimeter in his mobile footsteps, but still unable to break through.

Nearly a hundred mutant scorpion corpses scattered around them and along the roads they had walked, some burned, some cut into pieces, some frozen into ice scum, some apparently exploded by a great force, and the two magicians did not know how many sorceries they had converted.

Amon shuddered gently at the staff in his hand, and the light shadow of the lamp of pursuit expanded dramatically. His focus was on the bodies of the mutant scorpions. The previous two days he and Medanzo had also been exposed to poisonous scorpions, and the effects of all sorts of theological attacks were naturally clear. If burned at high temperatures by fire elemental theology, the scorpion would turn to ash, and the hard shell left behind would also be coke shaped as soon as it touched.

But look at the burned mutant scorpions, whose calipers and tail needles remain intact, gleaming between the sand and the ashes of the corpse. Fire Elemental Theological Attacks are not very effective and can ignite poisonous smoke. The two magicians tried and changed their methods. The scorpions left behind were eliminated with other magic.

Whether it's space cutting or a wind blade eruption, the scorpion's body should be torn apart, but Amon finds that behind those mutant scorpions is a hard crust the size of a clap intact, the hardness of which is known. The chelators, tail needles, and back armor of these mutant scorpions are good materials for processing weapons or artifacts. Even more rare is the quantity. Amon, as the heir of the artifact master Nietzsche, immediately thought of it.

Medanzo asked in surprise, "Is there anyone else walking across the desert like us? They meet big guys, these giant scorpions are not easy to deal with, and they attack remotely! Amon, can we help? ”

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