Mage Joan

"Mimir is still alive?" Joan asked Laobai in disbelief.

"It can be said, my child."

"Even if he didn't sacrifice in the twilight war, he has lived for more than 40,000 years now. How could a person live so long?" Joan shook his head, feeling even more incredible.

"Young people, for demigods, death is not an insurmountable obstacle."

An old man's voice suddenly came in front of him, startling Joan. Looking up at the direction from which the voice came, Joan saw an old head suspended in mid-air by the light of Ilminsul's soul, and a pair of deep and clear eyes hidden in the messy hair, just forgive The look of interest looked at him.

Joan stopped and sweated coldly. When he first saw the talking old man's head, he subconsciously suspected that the other party was an undead creature, a legendary "half lich". However, he did not perceive the evil breath of necromantics from the other party, but the "tears of tears" came to the telepathy at the right time, telling him that the old man with only one head across from him was a "democracy" with level 10 mythical power. ".

"You are... Lord Mimir?" Joan asked tremblingly.

"I am Mimir, the caretaker of the fountain of wisdom." The white-haired head smiled at Joan. "Child, I can sense the power of myth from you. If I am right, you are a newcomer." 'Mythical Grand Master'?"

Joan was frightened by the old man’s insight into his secret, but then he thought about how well-known the demigod Mimir, who is known as the “smart old man”, used such means as “higher endoscopy” to see through his own myth. What's so strange about the profession? What made him a little gratified was that the other party did not seem to see that he had "God's Tears", so that he could always retain the last trace of privacy.

"Lao Bai, look at this kid, how amazing! Have you ever seen such a young mythical mage?" Mimir exclaimed.

"In fact, as you said, Master Mimir, this child is only 13 years old, the 13-year-old mythological master, I have lived this age unheard of." Lao Bai's spirit also expressed emotion.

Hearing the compliments of the two old men, Joan's embarrassed face was hot. He knew in his heart that he did not get the mythical Grand Master inheritance by his own efforts or talents, purely because he was lucky to pick up the "tears of gods", otherwise he is only a trivial master apprentice.

Mimir saw through Joan’s mind at a glance, and said with a smile: "Boy, you may think that you are just lucky, not really capable, but you have to know that luck is also a part of strength, and change others to your position, even With good luck, I obtained the "Mythical Master" inheritance collection, and may not have the courage and ability to kill the murderous and insidious soul stealer to complete the myth trial."

Joan nodded blushing, feeling a little complicated, wondering if he really was as good as Mimir said.

"Boy, come and follow me to see this spring."

Joan followed the call of the wise old man and walked to him. He found that behind Mimir was the thick roots of Ilminsur. The countless roots fell down like wicker, and under the root system was a clear spring, the calm water reflected Out of his face.

"Sir Mimir, is this the "Wisdom of Wisdom" hidden under the roots of the "World Tree"?" Joan couldn't help shaking, "Can drinking this spring really enhance intelligence?"

Mimir nodded, but there was no smile on his face, and his expression became unprecedentedly serious.

"Child, the old prophecy tells me that you are the one I have waited for many years, the mythological mage who is qualified to drink wisdom springs and has the potential to change this era, but the prediction is always ambiguous, and my judgment may not be correct. Mimir sighed, and then said to Joan: "Wisdom spring water can greatly enhance a person's intelligence, which is particularly valuable to the mage, but this power is not free, in fact, the price is very high."

"Sir Mimir, do you really want Joan to accept that test?" Ilmin Sur's spirit trembles slightly, looking panic-stricken. "The test is too cruel. You can't ask a 13-year-old to endure that. Pain, not to mention enduring for nine days!"

"Don't say it again, Ilminsur!" Mimir interrupted the ancient tree's entreaty, and his eyes became extremely fanatical. "I have waited too long to doubt whether my waiting still makes sense... How, Joan is the one who best meets the prophecy. We must give him a chance to control his own destiny. Yes, he is too young and lacks enough experience and experience, but this is not a fatal flaw. If he is really The mythological mage in the prophecy... believe me, Ilmin Sur, he should have the courage and perseverance to pass that cruel test and prove that he is qualified to drink wisdom spring water."

Mimir turned to Joan with a blank face and solemnly asked: "Boy, do you dare to accept the test of fate?"

So far, Joanne doesn't know the specific content of this test, but he knows that he must pass this level if he wants to get the wisdom spring. Joan also knows that his current level of intelligence can only be said to be good, far from the true genius mage, but as long as he drinks a sip of wisdom spring, the gap between the leveling and the genius is not a problem, from excellent to excellent The leap is in front of him, is he willing to miss this day to give a good opportunity?

Of course Joanne was not reconciled.

"Sir Mimir, I am willing to accept your test!"

...

On the south bank of the Eifen River, "Snake Hand" Shaman rode a gray horse on the hillside, overlooking the fierce fighting situation of the riverside. The warring party is the "withered monster" army under his command, and the other is the Asa cavalry from the Algonquin Valley.

Before the battle started, Sharman thought that his commanded "Blight Corps" had a great advantage. However, he only found out that the blighted monster with low intelligence could not stop the Asa cavalry who was proficient in riding and cooperating with tacit understanding, not to mention the opposing forces. More than two times more than our own, the battle lasted less than an hour, and the "Withered Corps" suffered more than half of its casualties. It was defeated all the way to the river, and behind it was the Tao Tao River. There was no escape route.

The open area along the river is sparsely covered with vegetation, and Asa Hunter can unscrupulously launch arrows of flaming glue on the withered monsters of the hordes of herds, hitting the withered dry wooden body and immediately igniting the blazing flames. At the same time, the Assa druids have turned into falcons and flew into the air. The wings of the eagles almost blocked the sunlight, closely monitored the battlefield below, and conveyed the latest trends of the withered monsters to the ground troops.

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