One Hundred and Forty-Fourth Arcanist's Request

The meal time ended soon, and the group packed their bags and came to the front of the magic gate. Henry went up and knocked hard and shouted loudly: "Please open the door! We have successfully killed the giant beast, and now it is safe here."

Soon a pair of eyes appeared on the door, watching everyone cautiously. "How is it possible! That guy has the ability to live forever, even if he is smashed into pieces, he will be resurrected soon."

The orc warrior turned sideways and pointed to the corpse of the giant beast in the distance. "You can go and see, its body is there. I saw a white soul being pulled out of it and torn to pieces."

"How is that possible! That's the crystallization of the wisdom of more than twenty arcanists! It's a miniature version of the Tarasque monster!" The arcanist poked his head out of the door and shouted at Vaughan.

Henry smiled and said to him: "In fact, in the past few thousand years, countless new spells have been invented, the most amazing of which is the "wishing technique". It can make wishes to unknown powerful wills through magic, and most of the wishes can be fulfilled as long as you pay enough. Even if you can put it into a state of frequent death, you can kill it with the "wishing technique".

The Arcanist looked at him suspiciously, obviously not believing what he just said. Henry didn't continue to explain, but just smiled and made a please gesture in the direction of the corpse. After hesitating for a long time, the Arcanist still couldn't restrain his curiosity and walked straight over.

He stood beside the giant beast and observed carefully for a while, and found that the entire body had lost its due vitality, and the inner soul also disappeared. He cast several scouting spells in a row, wanting to know what kind of magic caused this effect. In the end, without exception, everyone got an answer, and that was the "wishing technique".

The arcanist's whole body was shaking with excitement. If this spell was true, it meant that he could recover his body and be resurrected. He calmed his restless heart, walked quickly to Henry and bowed deeply.

"First of all, please allow me to express my gratitude to you. You have fulfilled all of our wishes by killing this giant beast. Secondly, can you ask me if you can cast this spell again?" As he spoke, the Arcanist had an expectant expression on his face, hoping to get an affirmative answer.

"Sorry, "Wishing" is a ninth-level magic, which is completely beyond my ability to cast spells. I have used up the only scroll when I killed the giant beast. I am afraid that I will have to wait a long time to get another one." Henry shook his head with a wry smile.

The Arcanist sighed, lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally said solemnly: "I have been sleeping here for too long, and I am very eager to take a look outside. I hope you will come back when you are able to resurrect me. At that time, I will sign a magic contract to be loyal to you and serve you forever."

Henry nodded. He felt that it was a good deal to exchange a ninth-level magic scroll for the allegiance of an arcanist. At the very least, you can learn some spellcasting skills from the Netheril era. You must know that arcanists cast spells, but they never pass magic.

"Don't worry, I will try to find a way to get a wishing scroll as soon as I go back. You just need to wait here for a while, and it won't exceed two years at the latest."

"Two years is not a long time, I will always wait for you here. Besides, I am a seventeenth-level arcanist, named Borken Losart." The arcanist opened the thick door while introducing his name and spellcasting level.

Henry led everyone out of the gate, and then he turned around and waved at Borken. "If there is nothing else to do, let's leave first, we still have a long way to go."

"Wait! Before I leave, let me give you something, so as to prevent some accidents." Borken closed the metal door and touched the intricate patterns on the door with his fingers. Soon the entire pattern slowly began to change, and then they folded at a dizzying speed, turning into a golden metal book in a short while.

Borken looked at the books on the ground with some emotion. "This is a very good magic item. Not only can it be used as a sealed magic pattern, but it can also be transformed into golems of various shapes. Of course, if you like, it can also be used as a weapon or armor. I made this with a few friends back then, but unfortunately they are no longer around."

Henry picked up the somewhat heavy book and cast a recognition technique, and the specific information quickly came to mind.

The Book of Changes:

Borken Losart and his friends originally wanted to create a multifunctional magic item that could deal with various crises at any time. But because everyone's ideas are too unique, this thing was made after combining them. Most of the material of the book itself is adamantine, so it is very strong and can even be used as a shield.

special power:

Each page of the book has several patterns, and users can choose changing shapes according to their own needs. If the transformed item is destroyed, it will immediately change back to the form of a book, and it cannot be used again within three days.

When he saw the information about this magic item, he was a little dumbfounded. It can be said that about half of the functions here are useless. Is it impossible for a spellcaster to take out a sword and put on armor to fight hand to hand? The only bright spot is the golem that can be transformed into various shapes.

"On the way, I can have a bodyguard who doesn't need to rest all day." Henry turned over one of the pages and chose a pattern that looked more powerful.

His hand flew out, fell to the ground and began to deform rapidly. In the blink of an eye, a three-meter-tall pure gold golem appeared in front of everyone. It said in a deep voice: "The transformation of No. 14 has been completed, please issue an order immediately."

Henry walked over and patted the golem's belly and found that it was solid. I really didn't see that there was a volume reduction magic attached to this book. Then he told the golem: "You just follow me and watch out, and pay attention to protect everyone's safety."

"When the order is received, it will automatically switch to the alert state, and the invisible detection function will be turned on." After speaking, the eyes of the golem emitted a burst of magical light and kept scanning around.

Borken looked at the stupid golem with complicated eyes, as if remembering something from the past. He didn't come back to his senses until Henry offered to leave again, and waved to everyone. "Remember to come back early, I don't want to live here for too long. Finally, I wish you all the best."

"Don't worry, it won't be long before I can fully resurrect you." Henry waved at him, turned and walked towards the entrance of the ruins.

Borken stood there silently, and only sighed deeply when everyone disappeared from sight. He walked slowly to the front door, went back in and fell into a deep sleep.

After coming to the ground, Zuwosa carefully identified the direction, and then led everyone into the dense pine forest. The thick pine needles on the ground are very soft to step on, and there are large pieces of mushrooms growing in the moist places. It's a pity that they didn't have time to stay, otherwise it would be delicious to collect some boiled soup.

Along the way, Bamberk frightened the squirrels in the trees who were stockpiling grain for the winter. In the end, You Xia couldn't stand it any longer, she picked up a small stone and threw it, hitting the parrot's chest precisely.

"Who is it! How dare you sneak up on the great Banbok! I want to show him some color!" He said with a ferocious look, and it simply regarded itself as a giant dragon.

Zuwosa stared at it, and shook the crossbow in his hand. This bullying parrot immediately calmed down. It carefully hid behind the orc warrior, and glanced at the ranger's face from time to time. Vaughan shook his head helplessly, letting Ban Burke hide on the hilt of his sword behind him.

Just when Amy was about to make a joke, a loud wolf howl suddenly came from a distance, followed by countless wolves responding. For a moment, the entire forest was filled with the howling of wolves, and everyone became nervous, because judging from the sound, there were at least three hundred wolves.

The ranger squatted on the ground and turned over the dirt on the ground and said to everyone: "Be careful, we are going out of the forest soon. Those calls just now should all be wolves, and they usually live in the hilly areas in front. And where there are wolves, there must be orc tribes. Once you are entangled by them, you can't get away."

"We have already killed a monster comparable to a giant dragon, so are we still afraid of these guys?" The half-orc warrior shook his head indifferently. In his mind, these guys who win by numbers are not that strong.

Henry shook helplessly. "The orcs are not as simple as you imagined. They not only have warriors, but also priests and shamans. Moreover, the wargs run very fast. As long as they are targeted, they will be surrounded by the army. I don't want to face thousands of enemies at once, especially if there are some spellcasters among them."

"We can drive along the bushes. The trees can provide us with some necessary cover. Moreover, the wargs can't run in places full of low trees. Even if they are found, they can be killed in time." Amy lowered her head and thought about it and made a suggestion.

Zuwartha shook his head with a wry smile. "You must not know what's in those bushes to say that. There are swarms of carnivorous ants there, as long as you get close, you will become a bone within a minute." (To be continued.)