Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

In fact, the savages are not as self-contained as people imagined. After they first walked out of the Parsons Plateau, they have maintained contacts with humans. The savages welcome human businessmen very much. They will use fur and ore to trade some of them with humans. There are things that do not exist, and from time to time there will be savages who come to live among human beings and learn the advanced points of human beings.

But their blood has never been mixed with humans. Half barbarians are even rarer than half elves, because their unique customs make barbarian women less likely to look at men who are shorter and weaker than them, while barbarian men are acceptable. Females who are shorter than them have difficulty bearing offspring.

The offspring of the barbarians have been significantly different from humans in body shape since the fetal period. Originally, human women had to risk death when giving birth to offspring, and oversized mixed-race babies would make them more likely to die from dystocia. -- "Encyclopedia of Fei Nuo Continental Customs"

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Palos had a dream that night. He dreamed that he was still serving in the Knights Templar, but his identity became the guard of the Mage Tower. In the Mage Tower, which was heavily guarded like a prison, he saw Evandel when he was young. , Little Avandel looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with soft blond hair tied behind his head, wearing a mage robe that was a bit too big for his figure, and looked gloomy and out of place.

Palos tried to get close to him, wanting to take care of him and protect him, but the boy was always wary of other people's kindness. Palos understood his guard, after all, he was surrounded by all kinds of people who were full of lewd thoughts and malice towards him. People, Palos didn't know where his face came from. Although he and Evandel had done all the shameless things, in the dream he felt that he was the purest and least intentional one.

Avandell's mentor is one of the skinny old men with obscene thoughts. With the convenience of his status, he has more opportunities to harass Avondell. The young Avondell is powerless to resist, so he can only do his best to avoid him with fear , to avoid contact with him alone.

But the mentor still seized the opportunity. He left the meeting he was going to attend and slipped into the laboratory while Evandel was doing the experiment alone.

Palos discovered the anomaly in time. He kicked open the door of the laboratory, and saw Avandel's mentor cursing and pressing the desperately resisting apprentice to the table.

In the dream, he was still able to maintain his sanity, knowing that Avandel would continue to learn magic under this mentor in the future, and beating people was fun for a while, but it would make Avandel's life more difficult in the future, even though he wanted to beat him to death in his heart. The old bastard, outwardly very restrained and composed, just called the mentor to attend the meeting he was absent from as a matter of business.

The instructor walked away very unhappy, and the young man who had escaped got up and silently covered the torn mage robe. He didn't show any excitement, but his already fair face looked even paler. Palos She stretched out her hand to him distressedly: "Come on, I'll take you to apply for a new robe."

"Thank you." Evandel finally spoke, his voice was still immature as a teenager, but his attitude was as calm as ice, he looked up at Palos expressionlessly, "Can you bring me something ?”

Palos had heard that the Templars who were guards would bring some outside things to the mage apprentices in private to earn extra money. Anyway, it was just a dream. Of course, Palos didn’t need to follow the rules rigidly: “Yes, what do you want?”

"Alum, about ten grams is enough." The young man's attitude was indifferent at this age, as if no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with him. "Just one thing, don't let anyone know."

"Okay." For some reason, the follow-up of the incident automatically popped up in Palos' mind-a certain instructor of the Mage Academy died of an accidental explosion during an alchemy experiment. It is a very common way of death, and no one I deliberately investigated the reason behind it, only guessing that it might be that the experimental materials that were not pure enough were used.

Palos recalled the dream after waking up. Although he felt that it was not fair to deal with the old bastard in this way, it did relieve his anger.One thing he has always regretted is that he was born too late and completely missed the life before Evandel. If he could meet when both of them were young, grow up with him, and protect him before he became a powerful mage Take care of him, it must be good.

Of course, a dream is a dream. Evandel said that his mentor is an old lady who always treats apprentices as mentally retarded, but cares about him in life. She has no academic advantages and is just like a hen guarding the chicks. He was one of the few good people he met in the academy to protect them, so the mage's apprenticeship was not as bad as he dreamed.

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Avondell finally didn’t wake up so late today, Palos had breakfast, went to the arena to look at the terrain and came back, Avondell was already sitting in the tent waiting for him: “Geer just told me something According to the rules of the arena, you can wear whatever you want, use any weapon you want, and use any tricks, but you have to fight until one of them dies or surrenders. This is not an ordinary martial arts competition, but a fight to the death. The consciousness of hacking you to death or being hacked to death by you, you must be careful, the full body armor of the elves should be able to help you block most of the attacks, if the situation is really unfavorable, surrender, don't try to be tough Arkai and I will try to save you."

"I will, don't worry." Palos was not nervous when things came to an end. He put on the black armor, did some warm-up exercises, and walked to the arena with a shield and a long sword.

The arena of the barbarians is as simple and crude as the race of the barbarians. It is just a big pit sunken like a pan, and the edges are only reinforced with logs.

Most of the barbarians felt that this contest with the plains was nothing to watch, but out of enthusiasm for the arena itself, many people still came to watch.

Layers of barbarians were standing or sitting by the pit waiting, and when the last champion Artest entered the field, they erupted in cheers.

Artest is [-] meters tall, and he is one of the strongest among the barbarians. He is holding a double-edged ax that looks wider than Palos' shield. Carry it on your shoulders like a toy.

When Palos entered the arena, there was no enthusiastic reaction. Only Artest made an insulting gesture to him, and yelled in the common language he learned temporarily: "Plain people, die!"

Palos turned his head and looked, Evandel was already standing beside the arena, smiling encouragingly at him, Alkai and Phils were standing behind him, Alkai's bow was already in his hand.

He lowered his hawk-beak-shaped mask, and the duel began.

Artest rushed up like a human chariot, and with every step he stepped on, it seemed that the ground would tremble accordingly.

Palos avoided the opponent's collision. He remembered what Evandel said just now. The opponent came with the intention of killing him, so Palos didn't have the slightest reservation. However, after the two confronted for a few rounds, Palos Some doubts.

The opponent is too weak, and it doesn't seem like he is letting the water out or deliberately showing weakness to induce him to underestimate the enemy, but it is really too weak.

This straight-forward attack method is much easier to deal with than Arkay. The elf ranger can always hit his vitals directly at the most unexpected angle, so that he dare not take any attack or defense lightly, but this barbarian is completely relying on his strength. Brute force is just on the rampage, and he can predict every move of the opponent in advance.

Palos already knew that he would not lose this battle, but it was still not so easy to defeat the opponent. The barbarian was tall and strong, with a huge range of motion, and did not pay attention to defense at all. He seemed to be full of flaws, but the attack itself was the best In defense, the giant ax swept sideways again and again, and each blow brought a fierce wind, which made it impossible for people to get close. Moreover, he kept waving such a heavy weapon, but his physical strength did not weaken at all. The more they fought, the more fanatical they became.

The savages, who thought this battle was nothing interesting, became a little anxious when they saw that Artest was still unable to kill the small plain man after so long. Artest was more anxious than them. He couldn't figure out why this small opponent was dressed like a Like a tortoise, his movements are as flexible as a fish in water. He keeps swimming between his attacks. It looks very close, but he just can't hit him. Occasionally, the opponent will use weapons and shields to catch attacks, but Artest has This kind of strength can't make the real feeling of irritability at all.

Artest uttered a barbarian's unique battle cry, speeding up his attack, and Palos saw an opportunity from it, and held up his shield to meet him obliquely. When the giant ax and the shield collided, there was a loud "clang" , Palos's left hand was shaken almost unconscious, but he did block the barbarian's powerful blow.

It's much weaker than the King of Bones' attack, which is enough to knock people into the air, Palos thought.

Amid the exclamation of the crowd, the blade of the giant ax tilted and smashed into the soil along the slope of the shield, and Palos had already got under his arm, and the long sword was on his waist with a stroke A deep wound was left.

At the last moment, Palos withdrew some strength, but the blow still opened a big hole in Artest's abdomen. When Palos opened the distance again and looked back, Artest tightly held the wound on his abdomen, But part of the intestines had been exposed.

"You lost," Palos said, "surrender."

"A-Test is not afraid of death, Artest is not afraid of surrender, come on!" The barbarian still seemed to be trying to fight again, but after only a while, his strength seemed to flow from the wound, he just dragged the ax, step by step approaching Palos.

The surrounding barbarians also started shouting: "Kill him!"

Palos thought they were encouraging Artest at first, but it took him a while to realize that they were urging him to kill Artest. The barbarian with a better common language said: "His wounds can no longer survive, give him Have a good time."

Artest had already moved in front of Palos, let go of the hand covering the wound, and raised the ax with a loud shout. This action made his wound bleed profusely, and more internal organs were squeezed out.

"You're enough!" Palos snatched the giant axe and knocked the tall barbarian to the ground. Evandel grabbed Alkai's hand and climbed down the arena and walked to his side.

A barbarian shouted: "What is he going to do, this is against the rules, the battle is not over yet!"

"You all shut up and watch carefully!" Geer suppressed their commotion. At this time, Evandel had already started to treat Artest's wound. Under the effect of magic, the barbarian would have died slowly and painfully. The wounds on his body glued together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the wound was healed, Evandel touched the barbarian's abdominal muscles where there was no abnormality, and there was no blemish under the skin. He was more and more satisfied with his workmanship, and said with a friendly smile: "Surrender! , you will still lose if you fight again, and next time I might accidentally connect your hand to your foot."

"I...I surrender." The barbarian who had recovered his life was startled by the scene described by the mage, and finally stopped insisting.