The Primordial Wizard

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Luna, who was covered in mud and her face flushed with cold, was a little tattered, sobbed and walked forward slowly, picking up the blood-stained "round stone", unexpectedly finding that the stone was not heavy.

She looked at the stone in the moonlight and found that it was a stone head. She was shocked. The head of the stone head rolled around for a few laps before it reached her feet again.

"What is this!"

Luna collapsed, the stone glowed slightly, her expression gradually settled, and she said in a peaceful voice: "By the way, this is a sculpture. There is a hollow head sculpture. There is one in the village chief’s house, and it was given to him by the noble master. Yes. This is a good thing, I want to take it away."

Luna held the head sculpture with some bloodstained expression peacefully, and walked briskly to the village. Under the night, the blood stains of the head sculpture gradually disappeared, and the scars from the mud and vegetation on her body gradually healed.

A few monsters with short eyes seemed to be staring at her, and just about to approach Luna, they suddenly convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and became unconscious.

Luna stepped on the moonlight and returned to the village. She was holding a head sculpture larger than her two heads. She returned to the village so late, but no one asked. The villagers who watched the night naturally let her in. It seems that everyone thinks this is normal.

Luna’s home is at the east end of the village. She walked through the bumpy country dirt road and returned to a dilapidated wooden house, which seemed to have fallen into disrepair for a long time, with many fractures and several potholes on the roof.

Back home, Luna naturally placed the sculpture in one corner. With a gurgling belly, she carefully peeled off the dust on the ground and lifted a wooden board. Under the wooden board is a small dirt pit with a tarpaulin bag inside. The aroma of bread.

"The last bread is here, and the butter is gone."

Luna said anxiously. She opened the tarpaulin bag, revealing the iron-hard brown bread. She tapped the brown bread lightly with a clear voice.

Luna put the bread down, walked to the yard and picked up a few firewoods. She returned to the house and started to light a fire. She put the brown bread on the fire and roasted. As the fire burned, the brown bread gradually became less firm and even slightly crispy. The crispness.

Luna took a few bites, as if choked, she coughed vigorously and swallowed the brown bread vigorously.

"Ahem, it seems I still want to drink some water."

She took out a clay pot, shook a pot of water from the tank at home, and burned it on the stove.

This is her mother’s instructions, she can’t drink raw water at any time. Luna’s father was a hunter and was killed by a monster when she was very young. Her mother pulled her to ten years old. Because of long-term infirmity and hard work, I can't afford to die.

Luna’s grandfather is a bard, so her mother knows a lot of legends and stories. Luna’s favorite story is "Lila the Blessed". She always dreams of being selected by the gods and becoming a goddess. , Completely get rid of the current predicament.

Aisi quietly watched Luna busy, and listened to Luna whispering Laila's story, thoughtfully.

The night was getting deeper and the moon was in the sky, Luna had fallen asleep, and Ace was floating in the dilapidated little courtyard, spitting out the stars, slowly recovering her magical power.

As the sun gradually rose, Ace turned back into a sculpture.

The mist of dreams has slowly dissipated in this village. Ace has observed the entire village. There is no village of the gods, this is an ordinary village.

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

"This place is located in the Old Continent, the Arte region. It is the only exception to the Old Continent. There is only one country in the entire region, the Arte Kingdom. Other than that, no kingdom in the Old and New Continents can monopolize the entire region."

Listening to the village chief’s narration, Ace True Spirit fell into thinking, who Art is, of course Ace knows, he is the eldest sister of the twelve titans, the incarnation of the bright moon, the lady of the night, he is a goddess, but There are many children.

The goddess of the moon, Arte, seemed to have had a conflict with the **** King Knoans. Although the two gods finally shook hands and made peace, Arte also suffered a lot.

Legend has it that Arte was unable to reincarnate for 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, protected by the sons of the great Lord Arte, different cities are guarded by different night gods, our village belongs to the city of Baines, ruled by the blood of the great sleeping **** Baines .

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

Ace Zhenling frowned~www.novelmtl.com~ This situation was something he had not encountered before. In the city-state of Medemus, although everyone was called "the patron of the goddess of wisdom", Ace I know that I have no relationship with the goddess of wisdom.

Ai Sizhen Ling asked with dignity: "What is the attitude of the goddess here towards the favored ones?"

The village chief replied respectfully: "The elders of the goddess have a very close attitude towards the goddesses. As long as they become the goddesses, they can obtain the status equivalent to the goddess lords. With the current Lord Bynes, Hill Baines In other words, the goddess and the goddess ruled this land together!"

Ai Sizhen Ling sent the village chief's consciousness back to his body, and then successively pulled the consciousness of other people in the village into the world of mental dreams, and the information he obtained was similar.

"It seems that in the Kingdom of Arte, the goddess and the goddesses are one. Although the goddesses do not have the blood of the gods, they have the grace and blessings of the gods, and they are sometimes more popular than ordinary gods.

Anyway, I have already arrived in the Old Continent. Even if I go back to Saria, it will not happen in a short while. I will restore my magic power first, then restore my body. While traveling here to understand the situation in the Old Continent, I am promoted to the dead element series rune. "

Ace gradually determined his next move. A bone finger from the legendary bone dragon and a group of sealed dragon's breath floated in front of his eyes, and the golden-red delusional eyes flickered, peeking 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 magical fluctuations contained in it were displayed before his eyes.

Although he tried his best to observe, Ace was unable to fully observe the rune structure and specific rune characteristics. The Golden Wizard was unable to effectively observe the third-level mystery, and the rune mystery contained therein was even more incomprehensible.

For example, in the throat, it takes only one step to complete the six-element ring into a four-ring spell, but it stagnates here.