The Wizard World: 570 first meeting 1
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"This thing" Angele frowned and pinched his body in his hand. "It's a bit troublesome to swallow."
His eyes glowed a faint blue light, and he slowly scanned the shell ball in his hand. The surface of the egg-sized shell was shone by blue light, and a thin layer of blue fluorescence appeared.
A few seconds later, Angele retracted the blue light and bounced lightly on the body three times.
Cuck!
The body shell suddenly shrinks, shrinking from the size of an egg to the size of a fingernail, and the whole melts into a ru white ring.
Angele bounced three more times, and the ring quickly swelled back to its original egg size.
He stopped moving several times in a row.
"Are there only two forms?" He carefully put the body ring on his left middle finger.
Suddenly a small white hand reached out from behind him. Holding a black coat in his hand.
"Here, your clothes." Freila had a young voice coming from behind her.
Angele twisted and sat upright, taking over the repaired black coat. Watching Freya's sleepy situation. "Sleep first when you are tired."
Before testing the shell ball, he deliberately turned his back to the little guy, and now he sat upright, and the ru white ring on his hand was immediately seen by the little Freila.
"Where did you get your ring?" Freila yawned. "No, I have to sleep for a while. Breakfast has already been bought, and it's in the old place, you can eat it yourself." She covered her mouth and went into the compartment, and lowered the gray cloth curtain "" blocking Angele's sight.
Angele also jumped out of the car, hurried a few steps to catch the car in front, opened the white cloth from the back and got into it.
The inside of the carriage is a small cylindrical space. Two middle-aged men are eating together with pine nuts cake and blue sè mango.
The cries of fruit sounded continuously, and the hands of the two were dripping purple mango juice. Some purple-red juice has dried on the black wooden table below.
As soon as Angliat got in, he smelled a sour smell of fermented fruit. On the semi-circular table, there is a ru white sè pine cake on the edge of the table. Several white and black pine nuts are inlaid between white sè, faintly fragrant with egg.
Angel sat down with her knees crossed, picked up the cake and bite a bite. "It's hard to moisturize."
"It's pretty good!" A middle-aged uncle who was eating was laughing. "Here you go, match it." He threw a fist-sized purple mango.
Angele catches it firmly, rubs the white cloth aside and wipes it a few times. "I still saw the purple mango for the first time. Where was it produced?"
The man who threw Mango licked his lips. "The mango orchard over West Asia is not only purple but also black and red. Purple is the cheapest."
The middle-aged man who just finished talking on the other side frowned: "mentioning the West Mango Orchard. I heard something happened over there recently. Do you know what's wrong?" His accent carried a strong local dialect tone. , The last word sound should add an extra sound.
"You can see at a glance that you don't travel a lot often, as the saying goes, you only have to go." "You can go farther if you go far. The information and insight can also improve a lot. I know what's happening in the mango garden in West Asia. It's related to the recent big movement of the kingdom. "The man who lost the mango said to the back, put a soft tone.
"I have a relative in the Kingdom Guards Regiment. Learn some inside information. Recently, many parts of the Kingdom are moving troops at the same time. It may be a big move."
"Big action? What big action? Was the wanted man caught?"
"You said that the shadow killer that the church chased? No, how could that guy be caught so easily! It's another thing. It seems that the Earl of West Asia died, and the heir seems to have changed something. The lords around him may start working on that place. "The middle-aged man who lost Mango looked well informed.
"The shadow killer chased by the church? The church should be strong, why can't it catch a murderer?" Angli was immediately interested when he heard the news from the church.
The middle-aged man laughed twice: "You don't know. Although the church is the strongest, it is not without them who dare to challenge them. This Shade is one of them. Since the Wizarding Alliance a long time ago After being defeated, a yin shadow tower organization appeared later, which was specifically opposed to the sacred church. Later, it was also defeated. This slayer shadow murderer was a member of the yin shadow tower at the beginning. "
The other person also nodded: "Everyone who has been to a bigger city knows these things. But that guy has been wanted for more than ten years, and he hasn't been caught yet. Sure enough, he dare to fight against the church. Strongman! "
"I still have too little knowledge. Fortunately, I will meet your two elder brothers. I don't need to be shameful when bragging." Angle smiled and took a sip of purple mango, sour. Wizard World 570 At first glance, 1 "sweet mango juice poured into the cavity, and the soft mango meat was like eating bananas, and it did not get stuck between the teeth. "Apart from this, are there anyone who dares to face the church?"
The man looked at Angele carefully, and he felt that his temperament was a little different from ordinary people. When he saw that he wanted to ask for himself with an open mind, he also showed a slightly contented expression on his face.
"There are actually many opposites to the church. Yin's shadow tower is part of it. There are many scattered wizards, even some underground people drilled out of underground cracks. There is also the sea empire in the extreme north. I That's all I know, but if you often travel to the main city of the church, you can see the knights of the church who move around all day, running around every day, so busy, surely all kinds of things are not ordinary, how many of them are church Trouble, that's not clear. As for the area around our area, I understand the situation. "
Angele was in the car all morning, bragging about the words with two middle-aged men, but he probably knew what was going on here.
Sacred churches are spread all over the surrounding kingdoms. The power is first. Even when the king ascends to the throne, he must ask the church to be crowned. The power is extremely great.
On the contrary, the church does not know how many enemies it has because of its arbitrary and arbitrary behavior.
Among them, the main force is some special people with ancient blood and strength. These people are called wizards.
Until noon, the sun was shining brightly, and Angele left the carriage and returned to his ox cart.
The team stopped to prepare their food.
Little Freira happened to be holding a large tub to climb the ox cart, and the tub was filled with "Angel's World" by Angele and her clothes. Wet, obviously going to wash clothes.
"It's time for lunch." Freila lowered the tub. Go to Angle and reach out.
Angele took two silver coins out of his pocket.
"The afternoon serving is also here."
Freila stared at the two silver coins in her hand. "Uncle, are you sending a beggar? You only want two silver coins," said the words. There was a rumbling noise in the front compartment.
The two angels poked their heads from the side and looked forward.
In the middle of the convoy, a group of mercenary soldiers stood on the green grass.
The mercenary clothes are ragged, except for shields or swords that look exceptionally clean and bright, and several have horned leather helmets.
Several mercenaries are standing beside the convoy and talking to several caravan guards. Mercenaries and guards compare. A well-armed suit was clean, an armour was barely worn, and the clothes were torn. Appears clearly.
"The mercenaries seem to have joined the team the day before yesterday." Freila looked curiously and whispered, "It looks like they are arguing about the commission."
Angele nodded: "It should be halfway to take advantage of the opportunity to raise prices. These merchants are already on the road, and they have not landed before and after. This is the easiest way to raise prices."
He replied casually, but his vision fell faintly on a man behind the mercenary crowd.
This man's face is full of red pustules of various sizes. Some places have been opened, and there is a thick, dark red pus that sticks to the "entertainment show". Strangely, the man is holding a horn horn pouch and shutting down a drink from time to time. A pair of little black eyes revealed laziness.
Only the man wore a gray-black metal dagger on his waist. The length and length of the stabbed dagger is inconspicuous. Wearing white sè dresses are also regular long-sleeved trousers with patches everywhere.
A gleam flashed in the eyes of "that man" Angele. He actually felt a faint vein of blood from the man, an ancient vein of blood.
The same veins of blood as those of the Sealers of the Nightmare World.
"Although weak, it's true. And beside him, there is still" Angliat's eyes glanced across a yin shadow in the wood on the right.
"Okay, don't watch." Angele patted Freila's shoulder. "Go get lunch first."
Freila gave him a white look, rolled over, got out of the car and headed for the dining car.
Angele himself turned over into the compartment, covered his body with thin dust, closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap.
His jing divine power began to probe again towards the mural powder placed in the waist pouch, trying to unlock the secret of entering the entrance to the microcosm. This is his daily research.
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In the dark gray and blue sky at night, Sickle Moon is covered by the clouds and casts a little blue light.
In the middle of the black sea of trees, the three piles of scarlet bonfires are extinguished, and plumes of green smoke are still emerging.
A round formation consisting of three horse-drawn carriages surrounds each side of the bonfire, like three gray circles surrounding the scarlet bonfire.
There are faint breathing and snoring sounds in the gray car. Several vigilant mercenaries and guards at the side of the carriage held their broad swords and iron rods, and slept against the board.
In the last compartment, in a dark space, two large and one small figures sleep under the left and right windows.
The little figure of "Mom" suddenly sobbed, turned over, and suddenly rolled over to the shadow of the adult, unconsciously moved his body, hugged the adult's waist directly, and the whole person snuggled over.
Oh!
Suddenly, a small crackling sound sounded outside the compartment.
The **** shadow leaned over to his side slightly, freed from the embrace, his face was exposed in the gap of the window, and a faint moonlight came in, which slightly illuminated the man's face. It was Angele.
He pulled thinly over Freila and squeezed the little guy's face. Silently climbed out of the compartment. (To be continued.)