The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 489

Ryze came here to find the rune mage to take back the world rune, but the mage was unwilling to hand over the rune and asked Ryze for some more time.Now he needs the world rune to resist the troll's invasion after nightfall, and when he moves the villagers away in the spring, he will let Ryze take the rune.

Ruiz didn't agree, because that's what the other party said last time.He felt that this ally had influenced his mind with the world rune, and he wanted to take it as his own.Ryze attacked suddenly, and after a fierce fight, he retrieved the world rune from the opponent's body at the cost of limping a leg.

To keep the rune from anyone's possession, Ryze killed one of his few old friends.He didn't hesitate, for the cost of the Rune Wars is still vivid in his mind.

After taking the world runes, he originally planned to leave, and immediately set off to return to the secret vault to place them properly, and then look for the next lost rune.The day the world runes are left outside, the world faces the threat of greed.

But in the end, he was still worried about the villagers here. Without the protection of the rune mage, they could not survive the troll's attack.He decided to give them a chance to struggle to survive, whether they can survive depends on their own luck.

"What I do has nothing to do with you." The memory made Ryze, whose face had softened a little, immediately turn cold.

He stood up again and walked towards the tightly huddled villagers.The effect of the troll's battle song was fading, though he was still limping, as if a gust of wind could knock him down.

Seeing Ryze approaching, a trace of surprise flashed across these resolute faces.He stopped in front of the crowd, frowned and said, "Take everything you can and leave here overnight! Otherwise, these few trolls will not be the only ones coming here next time."

The faces looked at each other, and then a middle-aged woman stood up and told him: "A blizzard could blow outside at any moment, leaving the valley now is a gamble! A gamble on how far we can go!"

"That's better than staying here to feed the trolls! You've all seen the result. I still have things to deal with, and I won't save you a second time!" Ryze's tone was firm, and he couldn't refuse.

After saying this, he turned and limped into the snow in the Freljord, choosing not to look back, not to look at the faces he had left behind.

These faces are already dead to him, and he can no longer be dragged down by the irrational sympathy in his heart.The world runes have not been collected yet, and their existence still threatens the world.For those who give up here, there are still many people who can be saved waiting for him to save.

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"How long are you going to stay with me?"

Ryze limped out for a mile and found that the previous poro had been quietly following him.

As soon as he turned his head, Xiaolan immediately stopped, staring at him with dark eyes, as if trying to find any food from him.

"I have something to ask you, it's inconvenient to talk to someone just now."

A stranger's voice came over, and Ruiz thought for a while, thinking that he should take a good rest, at least wait until his legs are almost healed before moving.

He cast spells with both hands, and a blue halo formed under his feet.Then he said: "Come in, let's talk in another place."

In this way, Xiaolan was teleported to a cave with Ryze.The entrance of the cave was covered with snow, but there was a pile of firewood inside the cave.Ryze snapped his fingers, purple light flashed, and the dead wood pile came alive—a campfire was lit in an instant by his mind.

Ryze sat down on the ground, flattened his legs and approached the campfire, twisted his frozen toes in an indescribable manner, and then let out a sigh.

"What's the matter, tell me."

Zell knew he was short-tempered, so he cut to the chase.

"It's about world runes..." The fire light didn't change, but Ryze's eyes lit up instantly.Zell continued: "We found traces of world runes in the hands of a cunning undead."

Ryze fell silent. He had recovered runes from various humans who wanted to occupy the world's runes.Among them are rune mages like him, and some little chiefs who are lucky enough to pick up runes, and more are some heroes, generals or kings.

They are all human without exception, obsessed with the power brought by the runes and refuse to hand them in.While some of them did not do bad things with the runes, sooner or later they became dissatisfied with the constant lure of the world runes and waged war on other holders for other runes.

It was the first time Ryze saw that the owner was an undead, and he had a hunch that this was worse than ever.

"Who is that undead?"

"His name is Thresh, I don't know if you know him."

"Thresh...I've heard of him." Ryze looked at the dancing flames, his gaze became farther and farther, and he gradually fell into the abyss of contemplation.

He thought of his master Tyrus, many centuries ago, before he was distorted by arcane energy, when he was just a mage apprentice, Tyrus told him a story.

That was when the holy land of mages, Fuguang Island, was still there. As a mage apprentice, Tyrus was participating in the selection meeting with a group of classmates in the amphitheater of Hylia, waiting for those long-established masters to choose him and be included as a mage. in their inner circle.

Tyrus and the other students talked and laughed, and the collective tension brought these competitors closer together, except for one.

Eben Greer, withdrawn and gloomy, not envious of the teenage friendships between others, nor having meaningless small talk with them, stood silent in the corner as usual.

This may have been due to his parentage, Greer came from a family of pig farmers and was not as distinguished as others.But he has a talent that no one can match, so he suffers from the jealousy and exclusion of some groups.

Although Tyrus didn't participate in the ridicule or exclusion of Greer, he didn't lend a helping hand to Greer either. He just learned knowledge honestly and motivated, and then managed his own circle.

Soon, the elders and masters entered the arena one after another.After a long and boring speech, it was their turn to decide the direction of their life.

The first one to get the selection rod was the eminent monk Margusa. She was the greatest key master at that time, and countless students wanted to worship under her command.And the person Margusa pointed to was Tyrus, and Tyrus himself never thought that he would be chosen by the most honorable master.

He walked out of the queue in surprise and joy, and then noticed that Greer in the corner retracted his outstretched half of his foot with a gloomy expression, and fell into an uneasy calm.

Greer must have felt that Margusa would choose him, because he had the qualifications according to his performance, so he moved forward with confidence.However, Margusa chose another person.

Tyrus stood behind the master with a bright smile on his face.He didn't pay too much attention to Greer, because he felt that his overall strength was no worse than the opponent's, and it was only natural that he was elected.

The ensuing ceremony was spent in tediousness and trance, and the rod of selection was passed among the masters. It was not until it was sealed again in the box that Tyrus noticed that one person's name had not been mentioned.

That person was Greer, and none of the masters spoke to him, and he became the only one among the students present who was not selected.

(End of this chapter)