Prehistoric Calendar

Chapter 173 Welcome Attendant: Ice Scythe

Moslante Youbing got off the luxury carriage. He frowned and looked at the hard slate floor under his feet. There was no red carpet, no attendants to lie down on for him to step on, and no magic levitation to keep his feet from sticking. Dirt, such a ground...

"Grandpa, do you really want to come here?" Moslante frowned and retracted his foot, and at the same time said dissatisfied to a person in the carriage.

In the carriage, a majestic old man about one meter tall and wearing a luxurious magic robe nodded and said: "You must come, I have explained the truth to you very clearly, Moslant, you are my best heir, you can only use It takes five years to become a second-level magician, but to become a high-level magician, it must take ten years to slowly study super magic skills, maybe ten years, maybe 20 years, maybe 30 years, and then become a magician. After a high-level magician, it will take a hundred years to become a legend. This is only possible after using the legendary magic that I left behind. You will become a legend at least three or four hundred years later, and my... lifespan There are less than 400 years left, do you know what that means?"

Moslant listened respectfully, but said nothing.

The old man continued: "We are high-level dwarves, the number of which is almost the last among the earth spirit derivatives. Although everyone in our family has magic talents, and the proportion of special magic talents is also very high, but because of the scarcity of the number, We don’t have any ethnic groups to rely on, and we with specialization in magic, it is extremely difficult to increase our lifespan. Even if we become legends, we can only have a lifespan of 500 years at most, unless we become a demigod, but my magic talent is actually not top-notch. You are also inferior compared to me, it is impossible for me to become a demigod in my life, but you are different, Moslant, you have a chance to become a demigod."

"After I die, my magic tower, my magic scroll, and the wealth accumulated over the past 500 years are all sources of trouble for you, but without these, your road to becoming a legend will be extremely bumpy, and it may be like Like me, I wasted too much time to be able to sprint to the demigod, so, before I die, I must find a mentor for you, one who is enough to protect you, enough to let all those who covet my accumulation of legendary wealth, all A daunting mentor."

Moslant suddenly said disdainfully: "So? Grandpa found a mere second-level magician for me?"

The old man glared at Moslant, and he said earnestly: "It's a second-tier arcanist, I asked you to read the information carefully, but you didn't listen, and went to spend time with those dudes, you can believe what they say ? Didn’t you believe this young, promising, talented man, who has created miracles and dared to say sour things in secret?”

Moslant curled his lips. His knowledge of this person came from high-level balls. He was born and raised in the most prosperous area of ​​the business alliance. Naturally, he couldn't be like Jinhe City in the remote mountainous area. There, The descendants of the legends and the demigods form a circle of their own, belonging to the most untouchable and noblest second-generation circle in the entire business alliance, like the heirs of the powerful, the heirs of the big businessmen, the heirs of the top business groups, etc. They are only worthy of being younger brothers.

And recently, a person's name often appears in the mouths of their circle, the second-level magician Wu Ming, a ghost who was born not long ago, backed by the demigod dragon lich, domineering over the edge of the mountainous area, known as a tyrant Yunyun, I really don't take their contemporaries' darlings seriously. To this Wu Ming, these second generations will say all kinds of dirty words and slanderous words, as if this Wu Ming is an extreme villain , only dare to nest in the fringe mountainous area and dominate, once the second generation of them really meet this guy, this guy will probably fall to the ground immediately, begging for mercy.

Although Moslant knew that the truth would definitely not be as the people in their circle said, but he had long been a little bit more disdainful of this lucky Wu Ming in his heart. Until now, his grandfather still wanted him Come to worship this Wu Ming as a teacher, he is actually very unwilling in his heart, but he has always been an obedient child in front of his grandfather, and he can't say no to refuse, but he has already made a decision in his heart, when the time comes Let's make a fuss here, kill a few servants, embarrass that Wu Ming, let Wu Ming retreat when he knows it is difficult, and still want to be the teacher of the young master?It's really boring, a mere second-tier, what is it?
The old man didn't seem to notice what Moslant was thinking. He seemed to have a lot of things on his mind, so he didn't say anything for a while, but got out of the carriage first, and Moslant could only pinch his nose follow behind.

At this time, an attendant came up to receive him, and the old man said, "I am Mobizart pancake." After finishing speaking, he did not speak, but just looked at the attendant coldly.

This attendant was a human blood race, he stood respectfully, but remained silent.

Mobizart frowned, and at this moment, a follower came forward and said loudly to the blood: "This is Lord Mobizart? What's the matter? I don't know you!?"

The human blood race smiled and said politely: "Do you have an invitation letter, or have you delivered it to visit and post? If not, please go to the post station to rest for a while. We will sort out the guest information as soon as possible, so that the Immigration Department can complete it as soon as possible." With information transmission, it will be confirmed within three working days whether the distinguished guest is eligible to enter the core territory."

The attendant was furious, and he grabbed the blood clan by the collar and shouted: "How dare you!? Do you know who you are talking to!? This is Lord Mobizart, the legendary great magician!! Blind your dog Eyes, even your lord has to call him a master when he sees it, how dare you speak like that!?"

The blood clan's smile gradually disappeared. He pointed to his collar and said, "Is this a threat?"

Moslant, Mobizart, the entourage pulling his collar, and more than 30 entourages behind him, they all froze, and then a few seconds later, except for Mobizart, they all burst into laughter After laughing, Moslant approached the attendant with a sneer, kicked him in the stomach, and then said with a smile: "Forgive your life, let me hear a good joke, get out, open Roadblock, if you don’t finish it within 1 minute, I’ll make you into a meat puppet for fun.”

The blood servant sneered, and took a whistle from his neck. After it blew, several death knights walked out of their posts, but Moslant was not afraid, just counting the numbers, and then, He heard a voice.

"Kneel down within three seconds, or you will die, please pay attention, I added the word please, it is a polite language!"

Moslant was still in a daze, and he discovered that his grandfather, the great lord, the legendary great magician, has a territory of more than 500 million square kilometers and more than 8000 million people, and is known as the top five masters in the magic field of the business alliance The character knelt down with a slap, and at the same time moved his fingers, the mage's hand was used, directly pressing Moslant to the ground, and also knelt down.

The clever follower immediately followed and knelt down, a little dazed, but he didn't know that three seconds had passed, and then a white mark streaked across, and all the standing followers were cut into two pieces, but it was strange What's more, their corpses didn't shed the slightest blood, but the whole corpses were completely shriveled, as if they had been mummified corpses for a hundred years. There was not even a little moisture in their bodies, and they were as dry as dead wood.

Moslant was still kneeling stupidly, he didn't even know what happened, and then he keenly discovered one thing, his grandfather, the grandfather he admired most since he was a child, the invincible legendary great magician Master, who once killed another legend with magic, is considered to be one of the most likely candidates to become a demigod in the legend, Mobizart pancake, he, he is trembling.

Then, Moslant saw a ghost, a very strange ghost, holding a huge scythe, and there seemed to be frost on the sickle. This ghost looked like a skeleton, and was wearing a cold pale light The ragged cloak, suspended in mid-air, came over the heads of him and his grandfather.

"Did you threaten and attack the staff of Lord Wu Ming's core territory?" Ghost asked.

As expected, Mobizart's body trembled, and he lowered his head tremblingly and said, "My lord, please forgive me, we don't know..."

"I don't know if this is the entrance to Lord Wu Ming's core territory? Or do I not know that this attendant is a staff member of the core territory?" The ghost said with a voice that seemed to come from the abyss of a cave.

"My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life." Mobizart Youbing just said.

The ghost took a deep look at Mobizart pancakes, then looked at Moslant, and said to the death knight: "Pull them to the square and whip them ten times, and then send them to the guest house, where they will wait for review." In the end, if you are qualified to enter the core territory, then follow the rules, if you are not qualified, you will be expelled directly, go."

The death knight saluted and said, "Yes, Master Ice Scythe."

Moslant was immediately lifted up by two death knights. As a high-level dwarf, he is shorter than a dwarf. Unlike a goblin and a high-level goblin, the height of a high-level goblin is about the same as that of a normal human, while the average height of a high-level dwarf The height is [-] centimeters to one meter, [-] to [-] centimeters shorter than the average dwarf, and looks a little smaller.

Moslant immediately panicked and shouted loudly: "No, you can't, I, my grandfather and I are distinguished guests, how dare you treat your lord's distinguished guest like this!? You, Ghost, who are you! What is your position? ? Let your lords come out!"

The ghost laughed out loud, and saw it tidy up the tattered robe it was wearing, and Moslant saw that there was a work card on the chest of its robe, on which were written the words "welcome attendant".

"I am the welcome attendant under Lord Wu Ming! The welcome attendant is dedicated to managing your so-called VIP guests!" You Hun seemed to be very proud and laughed.

Moslant was stunned again. He pointed at the ghost and just shouted: "Welcome attendant, welcome attendant, wait, wait a minute, welcome attendant is not..."

Gradually, he was dragged away by the death knight, and his voice could not be heard...

(End of this chapter)