Pokemon phobia

Under the eyes of a group of black robes around, Tai Lun signed his alias on the black cover with the silver paint provided by the old mage.

The intoxicated look of the old mage when he took back the books and pen made Tai Lun feel a little weird.It stands to reason that he has disappeared for more than 70 years. This long period of time is enough for most races to reproduce for several or even dozens of generations. However, Azera's human lifespan can only be regarded as medium among many flesh and blood lives, with an average of only 60 years. .Even if the Beram Empire extended people's lifespan a little due to good external conditions, 70 years is almost enough for a newborn baby to die.

Under such circumstances, the name "Aaron" can still be firmly remembered by people, which is no longer something that five widely circulated practical books can do.

Tyron felt that this was probably another "good thing" done by that boy Byrne.

The old mage obsessively admired Tai Lun's strong and beautiful fonts, and sighed with satisfaction: "The sage Byrne is indeed right, your level of magic pattern drawing is comparable to that of no one in the entire Azera continent! Look at this smooth corner , this straight line without the slightest trembling, this standard and beautiful Brahman text...it's really great."

Tai Lun was so praised that his scales were about to explode, so he quickly stopped him from bragging: "I want to see the magic you use to resist the poisonous miasma."

Holding the book, the old mage cheerfully put on a black robe and came out: "The magic to resist the poisonous miasma...Of course there is no problem. Mason, come and show the sage."

A middle-aged black-robed mage who had been scolded the most just now came out immediately, with suppressed excitement and apprehension in his eyes, but he began to chant and cast spells proficiently without any hesitation in his movements.

Tai Lun narrowed his eyes slightly to observe this rapidly forming spell, and a few undetectable silver lights began to flicker beside his eyes.

The basis of this magic is undoubtedly the universal magic "air shield". This magic only existed in four levels from three to six stars when he was active as "Aaron" last time. A higher-level version has appeared.

"This magic is based on the seven-star air shield, adding part of the eight-star simplified repulsion field to strengthen the structure, and then superimposing the seven-star wind shield." The old mage Nong Linuo explained, "Because the empire is close It took two years to decide to focus on this area, so our magic group is just beginning to think about ways to deal with this poisonous miasma, and all the methods are very crude, making you laugh."

This wasteland near the extreme northern glacier has very poor resources, and the only thing that can be sold is cold iron ore and some ice-type magic materials.The Beran Empire has usually regarded this area as half-ignored. If the development and growth of the Lizardmen had not touched the sensitive nerves of the Beran Empire, they would still not pay attention to this area.

And in this base camp of the lizard people, the strongest natural defense barrier is the poisonous miasma that pervades nearly a thousand miles around.

Not long ago, Tai Lun had personally experienced the power of those poisonous miasmas. He was sure that if these fragile human beings walked in without defense, their skin would fester and die within a meal.

"It's a bit rough indeed." Tai Lun commented.

Nong Linuo sighed: "Now we can only use the seven-star composite magic to completely resist the erosion of poisonous miasma, and we can't transform it into inscriptions to bless the soldiers. The research progress is too slow... Sage, you have Any suggestion?"

The silver light on the side of Tai Lun's eyes quietly disappeared again. He retracted his observation of the magic shield and said to the old mage: "According to my observation, in theory, six-star peak magic can completely resist poisonous miasma. Before the magic materials are mobilized In a few days, I will stay here to help you integrate this magic into a single seven-star magic. For the remaining simplified steps, you can deduce it yourself."

"You are so kind! The juniors don't know how to thank you!" Nong Linuo's eyebrows began to dance happily again, and he took out a sterling silver statue of Lunzetila from the space ring as if he had been ready for a long time Holding it in front of Tai Lun: "This is a little favor from the junior, please accept it!"

Tyron stared at the exquisitely crafted sterling silver slime statue in his hand and was silent for half a minute, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked bluntly: "What did Byrne say to you? "

The old mage was a little surprised: "Don't you know? Your Excellency Byrne wrote "Memoirs of Aaron" because he couldn't find you after finishing "Azera's Travels" and hoped that we could help him find you—— It mentions your favorites Silver and Lenzettira!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and revealed cloudy gray-blue eyes, excitedly claiming credit for his idol: "This junior has already memorized the entire memoir!"

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Everything that followed was carried out in an orderly manner according to the plan, and seventeen days passed in a blink of an eye.

It was completely winter now, and the severe cold of the glaciers in the North made many soldiers and mercenaries fall ill, and thousands of people were repatriated to the south of the empire every day.But more people have begun to gradually adapt to the climate here, preparing for the upcoming war with great anticipation.

At this time, Tai Lun had already determined the final formula for resisting the poisonous miasma, and the golden retriever general began to direct the pharmacists to mass-produce it.As a forbidden curse mage who can't set foot on the front line of the battlefield, he has been completely idle, and can only stay in his tent and read books every day in order to avoid "encountering" the Gard elves.

What he was reading was the "Memoirs of Aaron" that Nong Lino proudly claimed to memorize.

[Many people have asked me: "Byrne, who is Aaron? Why do you keep talking about him?"

In fact, it is difficult for me to answer this question, because Aaron rarely mentions his past, but always shows a little bit of difference in normal times.I don't know if he abandoned his last name like me, or how many seasons he has witnessed since he was born, but the only thing I can say without hesitation is: "Aaron is the irreplaceable friend of my life .”]

Tai Lun rubbed the words written on the title page with his slender fingers, a smile appeared on his lips.

Unlike Tyron, who used his status as a half-elf as a shield to explain his extraordinary magic power and lifespan, Byrne was a true half-elf—a half-elf with a quarter of high elf blood and three-quarters of human blood. The second half-elf.

The lifespan of a half-elf is between the various blood origin races he has, like Byrne, the lifespan is about 450 to 600 years.Tai Lun still remembered that when he met the half-elf for the first time, he was still being hunted down by the Elf Senki relentlessly, and the arrest warrant of the Holy See of Light had almost been discarded—but after all, there was still none.

At that time, the little fellow Byrne was only in his early 50s, and it had only been a few months since he left the Tower of the Sages to travel around, but he was not young and innocent in his actions.When he was hunting in the woods, he happened to meet Byrne who was acting for a beautiful girl who was oppressed by the nobles.

He had a good impression of this kind of person with a sense of justice, so he helped him casually.It wasn't until Byrne asked his name that he realized that it was difficult to report any of his existing names, so he had to make up one on the spot——

"Thank you very much for your help! I am Byrne from the Sage Tower, may I ask your name?"

"...my name is Aaron."