The Dean Has Arrived

Chapter 389 The protagonist is hidden in God...

The fireplace was burning blazingly, spreading warmth and brightness to this small room.

The white-haired and white-bearded old man was writing strange runes at his desk--these words originating from the ancient times would be like naughty children after they were completed, breaking free from the shackles of the parchment, floating in this semi-enclosed small room.

The old man turned a blind eye to this and continued to write mysterious words on the parchment.

As these elf-like texts grew more and more, they also began to fly from a mess in the room to a regular flight.

Gradually, a lot of words surrounded by colorful rune rings, like a rainbow, surrounded by the old man's parchment.It is like shrinking and copying many of the rings of Saturn, full of mystery and fantasy.

However, just as the number of these rune rings increased and the speed of rotation became faster and faster, the old man stopped the quill in his hand.

If you look closely, you can see that his hands are trembling slightly, and the edge of the quill made of white phoenix feathers also has strange burn marks on the edge.

"Old Sharman, there is news from Morag."

At this time, the door of the room was opened from the outside to the inside.

With the light from the magic lamp in the outer aisle, all the runes melted and disappeared like white snow covered by sunlight.

"Are you studying the runes described on the map found in that desert again?"

Pierce Green saw a rune drifting past him, only half of which was left and still disappearing, and said to the old man who seemed to be a little older than usual.

"There are too many lost human cultures in the Eastern Plains. Now we can only see some of the glories of humans in the past from ancient books."

Sharman put the quill that was starting to become a little browned back into the ink bottle, carefully rolled up the empty parchment, put it back in the drawer, and then looked at the chunky old man at the door.

"What's the problem with that cursed cage? If it's just the same as last time, let the wizards solve it." He squeezed his nose a little tiredly: "The magician is a treasure of mankind, the plague and Curse those filthy things, if possible, it is better not to contaminate them."

"Morag's guards reported to the Qiyao Mage Tower in the surrounding city, saying that a strong magician went there, defeated the huge monster that caused pollution, and created a huge castle out of thin air to suppress and seal the monster."

Pierce Green said truthfully.

"Create a huge castle with a sealing function out of thin air?" Old Sharman stopped his movements, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more along with his frowning movements: "If it is true, not an error. , I am afraid that this magic has already entered the fifth ring, the realm of the'miracle' level."

"I don't know when it will start, there will be more and more nameless powerhouses." Pierce Green also said with emotion: "The little guy who directly summoned powerful void creatures in Hornhaig last time is not far from the miracle. Got it."

"The so-called miracle is something that cannot happen... and being able to create a miracle means that the other party has transcended common sense and has become a member of our great magician."

Old Sharman opened another drawer and took out a palm-sized, exquisite workmanship, covered with small boxes with beautiful and practical patterns: "Look at who among our old bones is free, take this Bring it to a new companion. It's the old rule, let him come if you can, forget if you can't."

"It just so happens that I'm going back to the family to take a look at playing with my lovely daughter, so I'll leave this to me." Pierce Green took the box, turned it over, and the little box disappeared.

"Your daughter is almost sixty years old... she will soon become an old woman's age."

Old Sharman stroked his beard and joked to Pierce.

"As long as I'm still alive, she will always be the little girl who haunts me called Dad in my eyes." The short fat old man shy his stomach without hesitation and made a daughter control declaration.

But when he found that Old Sharman was staring at him with a smile, he blushed and immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, the little guy you said you should pay attention to seems to have gone to the sanctuary recently. He seems to think The orcs are planning an attack on humans. However, I asked Mrs. Sharon, and she said that the only gap in the Angola Mountains, the Lawrence Fortress, was calm and there was no sign of war going on. The only thing that happened during this time. The big thing is that an illegitimate child of the royal family on the orc side died. When his father held a funeral for him, he captured thousands of people to bury him."

"Do you think he spread rumors with ulterior motives?"

Old Sharman twisted his beard.

"That's not the case. Judging from several consecutive incidents, that little guy is not bad in nature. It is estimated that he has encountered some unusual and trivial things, and then feels that he has discovered some great secrets and starts to promote them everywhere to improve his academy. The popularity is nothing."

Pierce didn’t discredit Sivi much—his impression of Sivi was that he was half-dead in the sanctuary by the guys who spoke to the Holy Light and closed their judgments, and the younger generation who performed fairly well in Horn Haig: "But he Those who have recently walked too close to the Pure White Church, if you have the opportunity, it is better to beat them.

From beginning to end, he had never thought of the possibility that Xiwei was the great magician that suddenly appeared in their mouths.

"Then do it, I will continue to study the difference between Rune and Rune, you go first."

After explaining the matter, Old Sharman didn't stray away, and directly ordered Pierce to chase away guests... The half-century of friendship made them unnecessary to cover up when communicating.

"Be careful not to go wrong and belch. Among our old bones, you are the only one who has the hope of becoming a legendary wizard before we die."

——Angola Mountains. Inspection post——

The small guard post built at the foot of the mountain is hidden in the lush woods. Even in late autumn, the woods still show its strong vitality-even a small stone is covered with moss.

"Mina Padd, you're lazy again!"

A soldier wearing a half-length armor with a long spear in his hand looked at his partner somewhat helplessly.

"Hey, Sebalin Ron, take it easy. This is not laziness, I'm just reading the letter that Shanna sent me." The soldier called Mina crooked the top slightly more than a piece of paper. The thicker iron helmet didn't care about his own image of chuffing: "You know, she is a good girl, and waited for me for two years in her hometown!"

"You have to say this more than thirty times a day. Listen, I don't want to hear your love story, shut up now, otherwise I will kick your ass with tin boots!"

While complaining, Sebalin also sat on the crunching chair and began to wipe the tip of his gun with a dirty cloth.

Compared to Mina Padd’s rusty spear, Sebalin’s bag is very good, bright and shiny, just like a new product just forged.

"Oh no, you are sitting on the envelope that Shana gave me, move your big butt away!"

After pushing the opponent away, Mina solemnly folded the letter paper in his hand and put it back in the envelope: "This is the twenty-fourth letter I received. I will retire starting tomorrow."

"I said buddy, do you really plan to leave after two years?" Se Baolin asked again.

"Of course, after this last mountain tour, I will return to my hometown to get married tomorrow!"

Carefully stuffing the letter paper into his breastplate, Miner continued: "If you remember correctly, your service period is approaching, right? Are you going to continue working in the army by then?"

"Of course, I am defending my hometown and relatives."

"Don't be funny, we are not even members of the Frontier Guards, we are just members of the Mountain Patrol team, and have nothing to do with war. Besides, with the high-level wizard team of Lawrences, those orcs can't survive at all. It is absolutely impossible to send a war..."

Before Mina finished speaking, the feather arrow suddenly shot in from outside the inspection post and went straight into his neck!

Sebalin didn't even feel the leeway for sadness or other feelings. When he turned his head and looked outside, he found that many burly figures suddenly appeared in the empty forest.

"Enemy attack!"

This was the last moment of his life, the thought that came to mind.To be continued.

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