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Prologue¡¤Saints Act 19 Desolation (II)

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    Act 19 Desolation (II) In the early morning, Avis woke up from his deep sleep.  Memorizing magic is hard work, not to mention that in this place, the magic network is not a very stable thing.  In fact, Ives was extremely surprised that the magic network in this place had not completely collapsed.  Because of this, the night of magic that Avis remembered was extremely hard.  There is not much water vapor in the desert morning. When the sun rises, all you can feel is the heat wrapping around you.  Ives saw Ge Tongluo digging a hole in the sand, so he asked curiously: "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to see if the method I used to get water worked." Ge Tongluo said, "It's up to you.  "I did it after going to bed." "Hey! What is sleep! That's called memory magic" Ives said, but he saw Ge Tongluo dig out a water bottle from the sand.  After shaking for a while, I actually heard the sound of clear water shaking inside.  Avis walked over and said with a look of surprise: "Did you really collect water? How did you do it?" "It's not difficult." Ge Tongluo said, "First of all, you need to have a  A piece of paper with the blessing of the God of the Oceanthat's what it is." Ge Tongluo took out a piece of transparent paper. Ives saw that the paper looked more like the plastic wrap he was familiar with, and Ge Tongluo continued.  : "Then you need to dig a hole, put the kettle at the bottom, and then put this paper on top of the kettle Wait for one night, and the water will naturally be sucked in. This is more effective than any magic or divine spell.  There are too many." Ge Tongluo put away the kettle.  Avis rubbed the back of his head helplessly: "Then the water-making technique I remembered was wasted, wasn't it?" "How could it be wasted?" Ge Tongluo smiled, "It never happens in the desert.  It's too much water." Then he stood up and pointed to the horse waving its hoofs: "This guy is a big water consumer." "The pure-blood plains horse has very weak dragon blood in its body."  Ives said, "Theoretically, it can go without food or water for a week if necessary." "Okay." Ge Tongluo nodded, "This horse is worth the ticket price." "Then  It will overeat in a week." "Can I take back what I just said?" Ge Tongluo put the collected water in the cyst.  In fact, the water that can be collected in this way is not very much, just enough for one person to survive.  But there is also a magician in their team. One magic water-making spell is enough to create five hundred liters of pure water.  So in theory, these two guys can't die of thirst.  Avis glanced around, and finally said: "This place is really desolate." Even more desolate than the real desert.  There is almost no vegetation here - no cacti, thorns, desert scorpions and the like are seen at all.  Ge Tongluo said, "If you have time to express your feelings, why not release your magic to see where the nearest city is." Ives nodded, and then he closed his eyes and started to use magic.  Then, he felt a faint breath guiding his spirit forward. When he opened his eyes again, his finger pointed in one direction: "There is a city of about five hundred people in that place." "Okay.  News." Ge Tongluo nodded.  In fact, Ives also admitted that this magic is limited by distance.  If they were unlucky and were in the deepest part of the desert, they might not be able to use magic to find human settlements.  At that point, they will have no choice but to resign themselves to one direction and keep going.  Neither Ives nor Ge Tongluo liked this feeling of leaving their lives to fate.  Avis and Ge Tongluo got on their horses and then moved forward in a piece of yellow sand.  There is a kind of desolation everywhere in the desert, and the sun in the distance that represents death makes both Ives and Ge Tongluo feel a sense of heart palpitations for no reason.  They feel that the fireball in the sky is not the sun that brings light and brightness, but like a dead star, staring at this already broken continent with its unblinking eyes "If no one has done it recently  If you ascend to the throne of God" Ives said with a frown, "I'm afraid this world will be destroyed soon" "According to you, there are no spellcasters above the third level in this world." Observing.  Ge Tongluo looked at the surrounding environment and said, "Then it is almost impossible for a god to be born in this place, right?" "No, you are wrong." Avis shook his head and said: "  This world is designated as a 'low demon' world by the Far Universe, so theoretically, as long as you reach the seventh level - that is, one level higher than the limit of mortals in this world, you are eligible to become a god here.  , Level 5 is almost enoughTreat it as a legend.  For the natives here, extraordinary feats and legendary destiny are no different.  " "Extraordinary expertise?  Legendary destiny?  "Ge Tongluo looked at Ives in confusion, and Ives finally realized that he had said a game term, but people in this world didn't seem to call it this. So he coughed:  "Legendary destiny aside, extraordinary expertise is the ability you gain when you reach level five professional.  Now, can't you easily enter the shadows" "Oh, you're talking about this Mastering the ability to easily enter the shadows is the key to the Thieves Guild recognizing me as a level five thief.  Our Thieves Guild calls this technique 'Advanced Stealth'.  "Ge Tongluo nodded, "According to you, my strength is a 'legend' in this world?  Haha, I also have the opportunity to be a legendary master for a while.  " Avis sneered: "You are now like a down-and-out noble from the imperial capital who went to the countryside to show off your pride" The two exchanged words and then moved forward for some distance. The sun became even more intense.  Even the wind blowing had a fiery breath. Ives looked up at the sky without any clouds and frowned slightly - I am afraid that there is really not much time left in this world when the gods fall.  After that, the world is heading towards the end of destruction step by step At the end of the calendar year 331, Shelter 113, like many other places after the end, is filled with strong winds.  and mutated creatures. Human beings live tenaciously in the shelter, but face the crisis of death again and again. Human hands ignite forbidden sparks, and the stars fall on the earth like fireworks. People in the old era have no hope, but the new world has.  Where is it again This is the world 400 years after the War of Gods. People walking forward in confusion still see no hope. Old George has a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a heavy weapon from the old era in his hand.  Crossbow - this thing was a top-notch item even in the old days, so this thing can be regarded as Old George's treasure. After playing with it casually, Old George pointed the crossbow at a wild lizard five hundred meters away.  The entire body of this lizard is covered in rotten skin, and like its skin, it also eats rotten flesh contaminated by evil forces. But in the armpits of this creature, there are several kilograms of rare, pollution-free and delicious meat.  Lizards can be sold for thirty bottle caps, which is enough to provide food and clothing for an adult for a week - if your money is not taken away. A gust of wind with a pungent smell blows from a distance.  Old George knew that a convoy was passing by without looking. He hammered his hands in annoyance, and Old George could only watch the wild lizard he had finally found flee away nervously. The only good news was that Old George did not waste his precious arrows.  Ya. He took off the dry cigarette from the corner of his mouth and blew out a puff of smoke. Old George watched the convoy slowly drive from a distance. The flying smoke could be tens of meters high and could be seen from several kilometers away.  The convoy of survivors is moving slowly. There are always some survivors sitting on the train powered by magic, driving from one settlement to another. They avoid the threat of rotting corpses and acid rain.  The threat of food shortage. As long as they have enough magic crystals and coal, they can drive to anywhere in the world. Old George licked his lips and knew that the arrival of the convoy proved that someone else was coming to sell and buy things.  Well, this is good news. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to earn back the money you lost for a lizard - oh, maybe you can earn even more. Old George is carrying a crossbow on his back.  , slowly returned to the shelter. The train stopped in front of shelter 113, and many people got off it - of course they were not members of this convoy, they were just ordinary people taking a ride.  And if you want to hitchhike, a necessary fare is essential.  And those passengers who were in ragged clothes and looked like refugees subconsciously avoided the two people.  These two people were different from the others. They wore clothes that were popular in the old era - low necklines, decorations on the clothes, and necessary defensive parts.  It can be said that if you sell these clothes, you can buy a few good slaves, and maybe even get some hot-selling items - such as a large glass of ale.  But none of the refugees showed a greedy look. They dispersed immediately after getting off the bus.  When old George came, he happened to see these two people.  And when he saw the two men walking down with a horse, his eyes almost popped out of his head.  ? ??!  Old George always thought that it was something that could only be seen in legends, but he never thought that he could actually see it here!   sort out the manuscript, and some information will be released in the afternoon.
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