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Text Chapter 51 Long Aotian of the Chaotic Evil Camp

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    The Holy City of Jerusalem, October 1, 611 of the Third Age.

    This day is the day when the Third World Trade Alliance was established on the distant earth. On earth, Wang Ming could see a group of various Muslims with white cloths on their heads chattering on TV.

    But now, the first thing Wang Ming has to do is to find a way to get money quickly, otherwise he will sleep on the street tonight.

    Although I said I brought a lot of money with me when I went out, after all, I just went shopping and it was impossible to really bring much, so I spent all the money in a few days.

    The Holy City is a beautiful city, and the beauty of the Holy City is made possible by money, which means that the prices in this city are very outrageous.

    Here, cabbage can be sold for the price of pork. As for pork

    Anyway, Wang Ming has eaten black bread several times, and he has never seen any meat dishes except flies.

    "Money! Where are you going to get money?"

    The wailing boy fell into deep thought.

    ¡°If I can¡¯t raise the money before twelve o¡¯clock today, I will be kicked out by the hotel owner.

    Wang Ming looked around at the walls of the room. Such a dilapidated room actually had the nerve to accept two gold coins a day. Why not grab it!

    It¡¯s not that there are no rooms that are similar, but that kind of room is shared equally among a dozen people. Wang Ming instinctively hates that kind of place.

    Tolia was abducted by Lilith early in the morning. Lilith, with a bad smile, boldly claimed that she would come back with a lot of money.

    ¡°Just remember to bring yourself back.¡±

    Lilith¡¯s cheeks bulged because she heard Wang Ming¡¯s words when she went out.

    "You wait for me, I will crush you to death with gold coins at noon!"

    Wang Ming shrugged noncommittally.

    There is no use just hanging around in the room. After all, even if the money falls from the sky, you still have to pick it up outside the door with a basin.

    So he picked up Alpine, pulled up the hood of the mage's robe, and went out mysteriously.

    In the holy city of Jerusalem, the religions of the three empires have had a large number of holy relics here. Although it cannot be ruled out that because of the strategic location of the holy city, the three empires deliberately spread rumors.

    But this does not prevent pilgrims and workers from various religions from settling here.

    Because the mainland is still in the ignorant medieval era, the power of religion is still very strong, especially in a world where gods exist objectively. The power of religion is enough to surpass all other mortal organizations.

    Fanatic believers are terrifying, and religious struggles are also terrifying. This has led to the Holy City's economy gradually rising amid overt and covert struggles, and eventually it became a metropolis with a population of one million.

    In this era, there are no more than ten cities with a population of one million in the entire continent.

    The city was occupied by the forces of the three empires, just like a piece of pancake was bitten off by three hungry dogs each. The remaining little area was the neutral zone.

    Wang Ming walked slowly from the Reins administrative district where he lived to the nearest neutral zone. In order to maintain his sense of mystery, he very coquettishly used levitation instead of walking to float all the way.

    This is not over yet. While floating, he used the phantom sound technique to retell the background music of the horror movies he saw on the earth. Although it was bright and clear, it created an atmosphere where strangers should not approach.  With the dark magic under the hood, Wang Ming's appearance seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit.

    "Will it have the opposite effect? ??Definitely not. Cang Yang often floats out expressionlessly in the middle of the night to sell magic items, and I have never seen her mess up her business."

    Having made up his mind to pretend to be 13 until death, Wang Ming stopped thinking about his own image.

    There were a lot of passers-by in the morning, but when they saw Wang Ming's posture, they all turned away in shock. A few philosopher-type passers-by who were thinking about the problem walked up to Wang Ming and found the magic stick hanging above their heads. They were frightened.  The tiger's body shook wildly, and it rolled and crawled away.

    In this way, Wang Ming was destroying the beautiful morning of everyone on the street while rushing on his way.

    Fortunately, it didn¡¯t take long for Wang Ming to arrive where he was going, which was a market in a square.

    Randomly finding an empty seat, Wang Ming sat down, and the dancing light technique was activated. Dozens of tiny flowing fireflies slowly rotated around Wang Ming, and a strange mental fog was also activated, making people unable to help but focus their attention.  To Wang Ming in the center of the fog.

    The guards around the square originally planned to come up to collect the venue fees, but seeing the posture, no one dared to come within ten feet.

    "Last time, it seemed that Cang Yang was using constant fear around him, and then selling those horror novels, right?"

    ¡­¡­??But you're not selling horror novels.

    The golden sunlight was filtered by the fear spell around Wang Ming into pale and sparse light, which could barely illuminate the mage's robe that faintly smelled of blood. Under the hood, there was a darkness that was so rich that it was almost solidified.  In the middle, a pair of scarlet crescents exudes a frightening gaze, making people dare not move their eyes away.

    "Damn it, after casting the darkness spell, I can't see anything clearly without dark vision."

    After making preparations, the mage placed the things in front of him.

    Those are the potions and magic props prepared through alchemy in the past few days.

    "Potion to treat minor injuries, love elixir, antiseptic oil, quark feather charm, pendant that can receive God's radio waves"

    I always feel that no one will buy these things.

    "Dear Mr. Mage, how can I sell this arrow?"

    It seems there are always exceptions to everything.

    Wang Ming locked his dark vision on the elf girl, and his throat pulled by arcane energy made a hoarse sound.

    "This is the Howling Arrow, one hundred gold coins each."

    The girl said embarrassedly: "But I only brought fifty gold coins."

    "No counter-offer."

    "Are you kidding? The cost of this arrow is more than fifty gold coins.

    Just when the elf girl was holding her clothes in trouble, a voice sounded above Wang Ming's head.

    "Isn't it just one hundred gold coins? Take it! I want this bundle of arrows!"

    "Thank you for your kindness, the total is two thousand gold coins."

    Wang Ming¡¯s eyes stared at the jade diamond thrown in front of him, his eyes shining with light.

    He raised his head to see which guy had been killed by him, but he saw a face filled with domineering aura.

    "Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Aotian!"

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    By the time he escaped from the pursuit of Long Aotian and his younger brother, the night was already deep.

    I don¡¯t know how this guy conquered the game. He has various races, ranging from templar warriors to demon refiners in the abyss, from elemental envoys to half-dragons.

    Long Aotian has not seen him for a few days, and his strength has become more and more powerful. Although his swordsmanship is still similar to the last time we met, Wang Ming can recognize that the flame leaping on his shoulder is his arcane fire without looking.

    "Damn it, I haven't even condensed the arcane fire. Is this guy really a legendary genius who is not seen for a hundred years? He's a magician and a martial artist. He's too outrageous!"

    But when Wang Ming saw that he was wearing leather armor studded with gems, his heart dropped.

    Legend has it that in the age of mages, mages of the same level were no match for warriors. Mages of that era could only perform fireball, big fireball, and big fireball spells. Those who could use flying skills to lob were considered to have superior intelligence. They were willing to fight first.  The person who casts the shield again is already the overlord of one party.

    So after high-level warriors develop the ability to fly with fighting spirit, the little advantage that mages have is completely gone.

    But mages of that era didn¡¯t have to worry about things that modern mages worry about. For example, the spells of that era didn¡¯t require posture coordination, and forbidden spells could be cast even if the whole body was embedded in a wall.

    Until later, the updated rules of the Magic Network stated that magic hates metal.

    ¡ü¡ü¡üThis is actually because the mage cannot understand the new spell posture¡ü¡ü¡ü

    Although the intelligence of those mages was low, their eyesight was still good. They found that after wearing metal armor, spells often failed, so the mages of that era defined it as metal-wearing magic.

    How is it possible? If it is true that metal is evil, is the truth behind the [Scorching Metal] spell that there is a heating wire pre-installed in the metal?

    ?????????????????????????????????? If it is true that the metal is evil, wouldn¡¯t a warrior wearing heavy armor be directly immune to the evil?

    In fact, it¡¯s just because the heavy metal armor affects the posture when casting the spell.

    They found that wearing lightweight armor such as leather armor would reduce the chance of failure, so they concluded that metal hates demons.

    Then, they found that mithril armor can also reduce the chance, so they concluded that mithril is pro-demon.

    In fact, the truth is that these armors are relatively light.

    There are naturally no shortage of magic and martial arts practitioners in this era. Our great and wretched protagonist is a standard magic and martial arts practitioner.

    But if you want to stack defense, armor is necessary, otherwise you will be easily killed and maimed in close combat, so if you really want to practice both magic and martial arts, it is inevitable to wear a full body armor.

    But in this way, the practice of arcane magic is hindered by the extremely high spell failure rate.

     So for a guy who has both magic and martial arts skills, you can judge the emphasis on the combat system and the legal system based on the equipment on his body.

    Although Long Aotian ignited the arcane fire, the inlaid leather armor on his body greatly hindered his casting posture, so he focused more on melee combat. Casting spells was only an auxiliary, and every time he cast a spell, the success rate was ridiculously low because of the two-handed giant sword.  .

    If he saw the other person wearing a white robe, Wang Ming would definitely not dare to shoot at him for a long time.

    "It seems that he is really from the mage school. He only knows how to make small fireballs and not even magic missiles. If there weren't so many of you, I would have killed you with my double fireballs."

    Although he complained, Wang Ming's escape speed did not slow down at all.

    Are you kidding? Long Aotian's spellcasting ability is not good, but he is extremely terrifying in close combat. With the magic-breaking array attached to the giant sword, he just broke through Wang Ming's instant mage shield in a hurry. If Wang Ming hadn't also practiced  The skill of quickly drawing a sword failed here this time.

    "How did you recognize me!"

    Only then did Long Aotian clearly see the face hidden under the hood of the mage's robe.

    "It's you!"

    He exclaimed, his eyes burning with anger.

    It seems that they didn¡¯t recognize me, so they probably planned to rob me

    "It's none of my business. I'm not the one who beat you to a semi-crippling state. If you can, go to Zi Ma!"

    "Ms. Mage, although I am not your opponent, catching you is still enough!"

    Wang Ming curled his lips. It seemed that Long Aotian was planning to kidnap someone.

    As for the phrase "Miss" he is used to it.

    The God of Death of the Night, armed with the arcane aura of Blade Fire, stabbed Long Aotian in the chest while he was talking nonsense, but was blocked by a barrier.

    "Piety Shield? Damn, which evil god are you hooking up with? It's not the God of Light anyway"

    "Darkness is above, how can you understand the glory of our Lord Dark God?"

    Is there really a Long Aotian in this world who doesn't have any quarrel with the Dark God?  If you were a different god, you would die!

    With a few more twitches at the corner of his mouth, Wang Ming threw out a water mist technique, jumping three consecutive dimensions and disappearing from everyone's sight.

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    ps: It means that Long Aotian¡¯s hatred is too high The wizard¡¯s hatred is also too high
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