Versatile Mage

……

The wind stopped, and soon after, the weather was a little clearer.

Standing on the hill, Movan looks east and can see that the end of this fluctuating trench is the corner of the Yinchuan plain, a little green there.

Using a sense of dragon, Movan looked to the northeast region and looked across those staggered ridges, seemingly seeing a cloudy river flowing between dozens of loess slopes...

That should be a small tributary of the Yellow River. It should have originated from an iceberg on Mount Helan. At this time, Movan realized that Mount Helan and the Yellow River were actually very close.

The clues of St. Tutten and the Holy Springs are here.

Is there also a close link between the two?

Mofan couldn't help but put his hand on his chest and gently held this little fall that had accompanied him for many years.

It's also from Bo, an old man guarding the back mountain of a school...

……

At 10,000 meters high altitude, Haidong Qingjin stretched his wings and circled smoothly. It has been a long time since he left the coast. In fact, Haidong Qingjin does not belong to the sea...

It belongs to the plateau, to the mountains, to the sky and the sky!

“Pyramid ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

After a long shout, Haidong Qingjin's bright eagle swung back over the whole of Mount Helan, it seemed to be in a particularly happy mood. Haidong Qingjin, who has always admired freedom, was locked in a small carp town, carrying heavy sin shackles, and can now regain grasp of different river mountains, conquer the heavenly peaks at different altitudes, so to speak, regain the true sense of freedom.

The wind from Beijiang swept up Mount Helan again. You can see the chestnut veil slowly rolling up, slowly covering up the magnificence and beauty of Mount Helan, and it was hazy...

Haidong Qingjin waved his wings and slowly flew toward the sky. He heard a soul sound from Song Fei Rumor. He didn't need to keep guarding the three of them at high altitude. He could swim by himself, just as he liked it here.

The sand and dust swept over the high rocky mountains, a solemn, high-altitude mountain fortress guarded by Wei Wei.

On the other side is the steep steep downward direction, the path is obviously as clear as a ghost axe artificial split fault, intricate sand ditches, rock valleys, gravel river plates between the fault and steep slope...

Wind, scraped past the remaining mountain pattern.

Water, corroded by forming trenches.

It was also at the moment when Haidong Qingjin split north and Tiansha concealed, these trenches in Mount Helan gradually became clear.

If Haidong Qingdean looked down a bit more, he would find these trenches connected like one eye, the ridge is the orbit...

For tens of thousands of years, it gazed quietly at the heavens.

……

……

In Mount Holland, you can always see the elves jumping on the cliffs, and that's the goats.

After the locals had mastered the law of domestication, they had also been used as domesticated animals, with helmet-horned goats taking part in the fighting as dedicated rides for the local forces.

Mu Bai collar came over with five fighting goats, saying they were given free by the good shepherds.

“No charge?” Movan said something unexpected.

“Well, they often do this business. For example, travelers and people who experience falling to their death in a dangerous part of Mount Helan will find their own way back to the herders and bring their bodies back, either waiting for their relatives to claim them, or they will help bury them, in return, all the belongings of travellers brought back by the sheep belong to them.” Mulberry explained.

“And they're counting on our dead money!” Movan's face was black and his heart thanked the local herdsmen in a special way for their unique kindness.

“It doesn't matter, let's go.” Mubai led a foul rock goat to Song Fei Rumor and then gave Movan another.

Several foxgoats are particularly strong, stronger than those with strong horses, and from the point of view of the stretch of their horns, they have a certain fighting power, and the average demon little devil dares not think about them.

The magnum bounce is excellent, and even with one foot of edge on those cliffs, they can safely tread on them, and even 90 degrees of vertical cliffs where they can draw a row of curved sheepshoe footprints.

Five foil goats, the other two always follow, a very loyal appearance, without special greetings and orders, always within a few dozen meters.

“These are well tamed.” Movan was somewhat surprised.

The domesticated animals are also divided into several levels, and it is clear that these foxgoats have been domesticated to one of the safest levels, almost equivalent to dimensional beasts.

“Well, the pastoralists here are a great feature, but unfortunately there are still too few magicians to awaken the psychic system, otherwise they can make a great home with their skills.” Mubai said.

When I first got here, Mulberry was surprised by the herders here...

Pastoralists are the names of these trainers. If those who come here for the first time don't know, they think they are cattle ranchers. In fact, the pastoralists here are battle magicians and powerful, mainly guarding Mount Holland and the Northern Frontier monsters north of the Yellow River.

Mubai naturally also identified himself as the South Wing Mage Corps, which borrowed five fighting goats from them free of charge.

Of course, the return of the corpse is true.

With these flexible goats, Movan can save a lot of magic, otherwise it's a headache to search every corner for the past.

“In other words, there is a crystalline sea demon that resembles a guiding stone. In the past, the resources to guide stones were very scarce, including the quality of awakening stones, and many talented students who were better suited to one department awakened other departments because of the impurities of awakening stones, which could be too busy…” Mubai continued to tell Movan.

“I have heard Manju say that if awakening can be specific, the strength of our nation as a whole will be greatly enhanced.” Movan nodded.

The onslaught of sea demons has also brought many previously difficult resources to mankind, including crystals that can greatly enhance the magician's health.

Old magic needs to be replaced, and Movan himself has gone through the entire process of magic growth, and has discovered many cultivation flaws in the learning process, which have a lot to do with the level of magic civilization in schools, with magic societies, with the whole world.

Speaking of this kind of thing, Movan couldn't help but think of Feng Zhoulong.

“Awakening is, after all, a reserve force that cannot temporarily change the current situation.” Mubai was worried.

Movan naturally understands.

This is probably the five years that the Chinese army leaders expected.

In the past, magicians had to face demons. Why are they not as disturbed as they are now? They are nothing more than sea demons who are too powerful and human beings are not strong enough.

To be strong, all we need is magic to push for new change.