The Primordial Wizard

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Luna, who was covered in mud and her little face was red from the cold, walked forward slowly while her clothes were a little tattered. She picked up the blood-stained round stone vigorously, and unexpectedly found that the stone was not heavy.

She looked at the stone under the moonlight, and found that it was a stone head. She was startled and lifted one of the heads. The stone head rolled around a few times, and it unexpectedly reached her feet again.

What is this!

Luna collapsed, the stone gave off a slight brilliance, her expression gradually stabilized, and she said in a peaceful voice: By the way, this is a sculpture, a hollow head sculpture, there is one in the village chief's house, and it was given to him by the nobleman. Yes. It's a good thing, and I'm going to take it.

Luna hugged the blood-stained head sculpture with a peaceful expression, and walked briskly towards the village. Under the night, the blood stains on the head sculpture gradually disappeared, and the mud and scars on her body gradually healed.

A few monsters without long eyes seemed to be staring at her. Just as they were about to approach Luna, they suddenly convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and fell into a coma.

Luna walked back to the village under the moonlight like this. She hugged the sculpture of a head that was bigger than her two heads. She came back to the village so late, but no one asked. The villagers who watched the night let her in naturally. It seems that everyone thinks this is a normal thing.

Luna's home is at the east end of the village. She walked through the potholed country road and returned to a dilapidated wooden house.

Back home, Luna naturally placed the sculpture in a corner. With a rumbling stomach, she carefully scraped away the dust on the ground and lifted a wooden board. Under the wooden board was a small pit with an oilcloth bag in it. There is the aroma of bread.

The last bread, and the butter is long gone.

Luna said with some worry, she opened the oilcloth bag, revealing the iron-hard black bread, she tapped the black bread a few times, with a crisp sound.

Luna put down the bread, went to the yard to pick up a few firewood, went back to the house and started a fire, and put the black bread on the fire to roast. As the fire baked, the brown bread gradually became less hard and even a little crispy crispness.

Luna took a few mouthfuls, as if she was choking, she coughed forcefully, and swallowed the black bread forcefully.

Ahem, it seems that I still need to drink some water.

She took out a clay pot, shook a pot of water from the jar at home, and put it on the stove to burn.

This is the advice of her deceased mother, no matter when you can't drink raw water, Luna's father was a hunter, she was killed by a monster when she was very young, her mother dragged her to ten years old, finally Because of long-term frailty and hard work, he died of an illness.

Luna's grandfather is a bard, so her mother knows a lot of legends and stories. Luna's favorite story is Leila the God's Benefactor. Or, get rid of the current predicament completely.

Ace quietly watched Luna busy, listening to Luna muttering Lila's story in a low voice, thoughtful.

The night was getting darker and the moon was shining in the sky, Luna had already fallen asleep, and Ace was floating in the dilapidated small courtyard, swallowing the starlight and slowly recovering his magic power.

As the sun rose, Ace reverted to his sculptural form.

The fog of dreams has slowly dissipated in this village. Ace has observed the entire village. There is no god-born noble village. This is an ordinary village.

The cautious Ace was not in a hurry, he just took advantage of the night when everyone was asleep, and pulled the village head into the dream world of mind image, and easily obtained the information here.

It is located in the Alte region of the Old Continent, which is the only exception in the Old Continent. There is only one country in the entire region, the Kingdom of Alte. Besides, there is no kingdom in the Old Continent that can monopolize the entire region.

Ace True Spirit listened to the village head's narration,

Falling into thinking, who is Arte, of course Ace knows, she is the eldest sister of the Twelve Titans, the incarnation of the bright moon, Ms. Evernight, she is a virgin goddess, but she has many offspring.

The goddess of the bright moon, Arte, seemed to have had conflicts with the god king Knoans. Although the two gods finally shook hands and made peace, Arte also suffered a lot of damage.

Legend has it that Alte could not survive the reincarnation of several civilizations. When he came out, many heirs appeared under the long skirt of the night, and all of them were gods.

Here is guarded by the gods of the night, the sons of the great god Alte bless here, different cities are guarded by different gods of the night, our village belongs to the city of Baines, and is ruled by the blood of the great god of sleep, Baines .

The gods of the night are benevolent, and they also have grace and glory for ordinary mortals. Every year, mortals are favored by the gods and become favored by the gods, possessing incredible powers.

The true spirit of Ace frowned. He had never encountered such a situation. When he was in the city-state of Medimus, although he was called the patron of the Goddess of Wisdom, Ace knew that he and his wisdom Goddesses don't have a dime relationship.

The true spirit of Ace asked majestically: What is the attitude of the descendants of the gods here towards the favored ones?

The village chief replied respectfully: Masters of the Gods are very close to the Gods, as long as they become the Gods, they can get the same status as the Gods. According to the words, the descendants of the gods and the favored of the gods rule this land together!

The spirit of Ace sent the consciousness of the village chief back to his body, and then pulled the consciousness of other people in the village into the dream world of the mind, and the information obtained was similar.

It seems that in the Kingdom of Alte, the descendants of the gods and the descendants of the gods are one. Although the descendants of the gods do not have the blood of the gods, they have the grace and blessing of the gods, and are sometimes more popular than ordinary descendants of the gods.

Anyway, I have already arrived in the Old Continent, even if I return to Salia, it will not be a matter of time. First restore the magic power, and then recover the body. While traveling here to understand the situation in the Old Continent, I will be promoted to the dead element series runes.

Ace gradually determined the idea of ​​​​the next move. A severed bone finger from the legendary skeleton dragon and a group of sealed dragon's breath floated in front of his eyes, and the golden red eyes of the delusion flashed, peeping into the mystery.

The bone fingers and dragon's breath slowly peeled off the material shell under Ace's vision, and the rune structure and magic fluctuations contained in it were displayed in front of his eyes.

Although he tried his best to observe, Ace couldn't fully observe the structure of the runes and the characteristics of the specific runes. The golden wizard couldn't effectively observe things with a third-level mystery, and the mystery of the runes contained in them was even more incomprehensible.

If there is a stick in the throat, it is only one step away from perfecting the six-element ring into a four-ring spell, but it is stagnant here.