Xiao Xiangzhi, you people on earth really know how to play

After eating and drinking, the three of them chatted about the precautions needed for next week's entrance exam, cleaned up the messy tables and went back to their respective rooms.

At 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, Jory opened the door and looked outside, but there was no light coming through the cracks in the doors of the other two rooms.

They have all rested.

After confirming that no one would disturb her again, Jory sat back at the table and took out the materials for making spell cards again.

Jory shook the medicine jar heartbroken, and there were only two-thirds of the talisman ink left, so there was no need to waste any more.

He took a piece of white paper, and used a pencil to draw the pattern that he had practiced thousands of times over and over again.

Folding, pressing, hooking, rounding...the radian of each line is beautiful and smooth, and the corners are just right and powerful, and each stroke can be connected with the next stroke immediately.

After a long time, Jory stopped writing, took out the orange spell card from the interspatial ring, and held it between his fingers.

This orange seventh-order spell card is a mental power storage spell card, and the orange light flows faintly on the runes.

There were originally three cards, but two were used during the battle against the alien beast. This is the last card, so he was so reluctant to use it during the last hunt for the armored beast.

Mental power saving spell cards are not uncommon, but the rarity of this spell card is that the conversion rate of mental power is extremely high. The conversion rate of ordinary saving spell cards is only 33% on average, and the conversion rate of excellent quality may reach 40%. There are a little bit of 10%, but the conversion rate of this improved spell card is as high as 80%, which is more than doubled!

This spell card was the first type of spell card that that person taught him to draw, and it was also... the last type.

That person is obviously not a guide, but he can improve the conversion spell card with such a high conversion rate, which is enough to show the talent of this person.

When drawing this spell card, he should only have the seventh level of mental strength, but such a powerful person said that he has reached the peak and can no longer advance.

In the end, he let go of his burden and wandered around for adventures to seek a breakthrough, but he didn't expect that when he appeared again, he died generously for the sake of mankind.

Jory put the orange spell card on the left hand side. The mental power consumed by drawing the spell card a few hours ago has almost recovered. Jory adjusted his mentality and began to draw the seventh-level spell card.

The spiritual thread sucked in a tube of talisman ink again, and this time sucked up all the talisman ink.

Jory closed his eyes, recalling the composition and drawing method of the mental power saving spell card for the last time.

Opening his eyes, his eyes were firm, he picked up the carving knife and began to write.

Starting from the upper left corner, the wrist moves flexibly from time to time, and as time goes by, one after another complicated and mysterious runes appear on the card.

The orange light moves with the pen tip like an elf, and time ticks away.

When the last rune was left, the tip of the pen suddenly trembled a little and then stabilized quickly.

Now that Jory's mental power had bottomed out, he tried his best to transfer the remaining mental power to the tip of the pen bit by bit through the mental tentacles.

——almost!Just a little bit!

Qiao Rui was unwilling to give up, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, his brain ached like a needle, and a drop of cold sweat on his forehead slid down the center of his forehead to the bridge of his straight nose.

Noah's two hairy ears moved. It sensed that Jory's condition was not very good, so he leaned over worriedly, and the word "King" on his forehead wrinkled into a wave shape.

With trembling hands, Jory made the last stroke.

The moment the pen tip was lifted, the rune pattern on the card glowed orange, and after a while, it faded slightly, converging in the pattern.

The light orange light flowing in the veins is very beautiful. Compared with the other orange spell card, the color is obviously a little lighter, and the spiritual power stored is not as much as the other spell card.

Jory's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth slightly evoked a happy smile, and he tilted his head on Noah's body.

Noah carried Jory on the bed helplessly, sensing that he just fell asleep and there was nothing serious about it, he pawed him and put him next to his belly to warm him up, and then fell asleep.

……

——Yo, mental power is exhausted again?

When a mental wave came, Jory only felt a splitting headache. He couldn't tell who it was or why he was able to communicate with him mentally. He subconsciously replied:

- Who are you?

In this pitch-black night, Mo Sen was wearing a camouflage combat uniform and sitting on the floor without any image, leaning against the broken wall behind him, and holding a grass root that he didn't know where he tore in his mouth.

He sat up abruptly, but didn't realize it for a while... The guide actually... actually replied to him?

——Tell me who you are first?I have been asking you this question for three years.

Jory opened his eyes in bewilderment, in front of his eyes was a piece of soft snow-white fur, and his whole body was warm.

"Noah."

"Woooo!"

- You are awake!

"Were you talking to me just now?"

"Roar."

--No.

Jory thought about it again, who else could communicate with him spiritually?Isn't that the sentinel!

After reacting, Jory reflexively cut off the transmission and opened the shield.

Mo Sen was still waiting for his reply. After waiting for a while, there was no reply. Just as he was about to ask again, he felt that the spiritual connection was cut off!

Hebrew was bored with stalking. Seeing that Mo Sen suddenly sat up with surprise on his face, and then leaned back with a heavy face, he asked:

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Mo Sen was full of resentment (husband?) and had nowhere to vent, so he stretched out his hand and tapped him on the top of the head, "I told you to keep an eye on me! Why are you following me? Has the poisonous blood tarantula come out? If you don't come out, don't you keep an eye on it?" with?"

Hebrew covered his head and muttered: "Got it." Turning around, he put all his energy into his visual senses, staring intently at the rockery cave in the distance.

This is a former playground, like a cemetery in the dark and cold night, the models of some amusement equipment can be barely recognized, the structures of the jumping machine, the Great Wrath, the pirate ship and the roller coaster have long been rusted and collapsed. Are there scattered bones of unknown species, interspersed with some human skulls.

Here, there should have been a chaotic battle thousands of years ago. It may be that some animals and plants have just mutated, their temperaments have changed drastically, and there is nowhere to vent their strength. There are four deep claw marks on the skull of a certain withered bone over there. The bone of the nose was directly split, and a rotten and hardened rope was still wrapped around the bone of the hand. The collar at the end of the rope was broken, and there was nothing left.

A five-member sentry team was lying in ambush far from the amusement park.

Unlike the guides, Sentinels are trained to fight and fight. The best Sentinels are killing machines cultivated by the two countries, or beast killing machines are more suitable.

In addition to learning cultural subjects at Sentinel Academy, they are also learning how to control and consolidate their mental barriers, exercise their physical fitness, and train their combat skills and awareness.

Not long after waiting, a slender spear protruded from the rockery cave at the entrance of the playground, sensing whether there was any danger from the outside world.

Then, a shriveled corpse of a spider was thrown out, followed by a smaller spider. It rushed out of the cave, stepped on several dead spider corpses on the ground, and stretched eight lengths like fleeing for its life. The legs flew out!

There was a larger spider chasing after it.

The muscles of Mo Sen's whole body were tense, full of a sense of explosion, and he could rush out at any time.

He stared ahead and lowered his voice: "Everyone is ready!"