The Primordial Wizard

Carlo closed the curtains, feeling more comfortable in the darkness.

"What's the matter with me? I can get drunk with such a little alcohol, and my head hurts so much that I can't remember anything. How did I get home?"

Carlo sat on the ground with his head in his arms. His shadow was elongated by the sunlight shining through the curtains in the dark room. The shadow was a bit mutilated. A crow shadow was lying on the shadow and gnawing towards Carlo’s. The direction smiled strangely.

Carlo sat on the ground for a long time before he remembered that he was going to report to the Department of Magic in the Administrative Office today. With the increase in the magic population, the Department of Magic has become the largest department in the tower realm. Only the intermediate wizards who graduated from the junior magic school Apprentices can have the official establishment of the Department of Magic.

As for the middle-level and junior apprentices who are undergraduate, they can only work in various magic industries under the Department of Magic.

Carlo felt cold and scorching heat on his back, he washed his face and walked out of the room.

In the sun, some of his mutilated shadows and crows lying on their stomachs flashed away and turned into normal shadows, and Carlo's head also felt sober.

On the other side, West Tower of the Magic Castle, Ace is measuring the time lapse speed ratio between the Pocket World and the Main Material Plane.

Under the dense formula, Ace finally came to a conclusion.

"The ratio of the time velocity of the Pocket World to the Plane of Main Matter is not constant, but fluctuates between a threshold. The specific fluctuation law has not been found, but it can be known through incomplete induction. Within this sample range, the Pocket World One year is roughly equivalent to 1 to 15 hours on the primary material plane.

According to the current record, the Dream Clone has entered Pocket World Time for 13 years, and the main material plane is 15 hours. "

With a wave of Ace's hand, the densely packed formulas in front of him dissipated, and he walked into the secret room. The magic circle was fixed by Ace with magic stones. Even if Ace left, he could maintain the supply of magic power.

He read the results of the clone in the pocket world through the magic circle, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Although the clone in the pocket world cannot appear for a long time due to magical powers, and because of the huge gap in life level, it is unable to communicate effectively with the life in the pocket world, but only with guidance and super fast time passing, it only takes less than a day. There will be great development.

Some crude blood food transportation methods have been developed into soldiers' practice methods. In eleven years, the changes are indeed great. The only problem is that this method of relying on one's own vitality to generate vital condensate, that is, blood energy, seems to lack breakthrough to advanced levels. Path to the same level of apprenticeship. "

The pocket world, the primitive hunting reserve in the northern part of the Mondor Giant Kingdom, surrounds Briber, and a war is going on in a one-sided manner.

More than a thousand humans riding horses are equipped with saddles wrapped in primitive wooden animal skins. Fifty people are in a team. They hold curved bows and lift the arrows wrapped in linen cloth soaked in lard. The horseman holding the torch lit the arrows one by one.

"Our king-choice tribal alliance has been fighting with the Burri tribal alliance for eleven years. The despicable Burri people built the so-called city with mud. They lingered in the city for six years. Today is their time to perish!"

Duan rode a horse to face more than a thousand people on horseback, using the unique blood amplifying ability of Wang Xuan Warrior, and shouted loudly.

Eleven years later, the Luka tribe that year was often hunted and attacked by the Mondo beasts, so they migrated northward, crossed Briber, and settled in the prairie further north.

Even the strongest king-chosen warrior can't fight the Mondo behemoth alone. What's more terrifying is that the Mondo behemoth is not a beast, and their civilization is much higher than that of primitive humans.

This migration lasted one year. The Luka tribe was attacked by the Burri tribe alliance headed by the Kam tribe. For the tribe’s migration, the deer led nine king-chosen fighters in the Tuka Canyon to block the enemy.

In the end, the deer and others all died in battle, and they inherited the deer's will, became the new leader of the Luka tribe, and led the Lukas to the prairie.

Zi invented the saddle and the reins under the influence of the whispers of the Invisible King, and turned the two-wheeled cart learned from the Kam tribe upside down, making the world's first carriage (the giant beasts are much larger than most animals) , They did not use animal power).

The first problem to be solved before becoming a leader is the accommodation of tribe members. In the prairie, they have no caves to survive.

The grassland is not suitable for farming. Under the whispering hint of Ace, he creatively invented the "hide house", called the tent!

Coupled with raising cattle, horses, pigs and sheep, and domesticating prairie wolves into dogs with the help of whispers, a tribe on horseback was born.

They lived by water and grass, grazing livestock, and became the nomadic ancestors of Ace.

The reason why Ace led them to become nomadic tribes is based on their own considerations. Nomadic tribes eat more meat. Practice has proved that the vitality provided by plants does not seem to match the human body. Meat is the best.

In order to complete his exploration of the cultivation of blood and energy, under the subtle influence of Ace, the Luka tribe became a nomadic tribe. Because it is far from the hunting area of ​​giant beasts and can often go south to plunder the population, the Luka tribe quickly developed.

Suddenly carried out a series of coercion, temptation, and assimilation of faith, and finally established a nomadic tribe alliance, the king election tribe alliance, claiming to be the king election clan.

As the highest military leader of the tribes, with the support of Duan Zaozi, he became the leader of the tribal alliance in the name of the invisible king. Many people have seen the grand scene at that moment.

The most noble Miko-sama stood high on the hill, lifted the tiger skin blindfold of his right eye, and opened his right eye.

The ringed hexagram pattern flashes ~www.novelmtl.com~ constantly copied and layered, and the dazzling mysterious pattern emerges and expands rapidly, which seems to be connected with a certain mysterious rule of the world.

Ace, who has always lived in the abode of the gods, felt the difference for the first time. Under the sacrifice of more than 3,000 people from the Wangxuan Tribal Alliance, Ace felt a strong magical reaction and an assimilation effect.

It seems to be similar to the wizard subconscious sea, but the level is too low.

"The sea of ​​subconsciousness requires me to pay a clone as a price, but the so-called ethnicity formed in this pocket-sized world can be subdued only by the huge gap in the level of life."

Zi raised her head to the sky, and a terrible light burst out from her right eye. After the light passed, a huge dark figure stood between the sky and the earth.

The people who were praying looked at all this incredible, a little bit of aura gathered in them, and gradually formed a wolf.

The newly formed wolf grinned tentatively at the black shadow, and was ruthlessly suppressed by the black shadow's giant palm like a mountain, and finally turned up, revealing its tender white belly.

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