Lord Roar

Chapter 218
An old priest with a gray beard came up, and started to dance awkwardly when he disagreed with him. He didn't know what he was muttering, and jumped up around the two of them. A moment later, an elemental portal appeared on the altar out of thin air. above.

After looking at each other, the two walked in one after the other.

When Allen walked into the portal, it seemed that only a moment passed, and when he stepped forward again, he had already reached an unknown place.

On a desert far more desolate than the wasteland, more than a dozen Piggy warriors and dozens of gray-skinned, thin and small dwarves knelt in a row on one knee, and behind them were three temporary construction buildings. In the workshop, a man and a woman were resting in the middle of the workshop with handcuffs and shackles. From their tattered magic robes, they could be identified as worship magicians belonging to a certain country of the human race, and they did not know how they became Beamon's captive or slave.

But at this time, the only thing that could attract the attention of Allen and Rooney was the piles of azure blue raw ore and a large pile of semi-finished full-body armor piled up outside the workshop.

The azure blue raw ore is full of strange magical elements unique to different spaces, which Allen and Rooney recognized at first sight. This material is the raw ore that the Beamon army acts on the large teleportation array, but it seems that there are not many left Yes, but they don't know how much of this kind of ore is needed to build a teleportation device, so they don't have a reference in mind.

There are hundreds of semi-finished armors, and they seem to be much more sophisticated than the full-body armor of the Liger Guards they wear, and some improvements have been made in many places.

Rooney kicked over a kneeling Piggy warrior in front of him, and walked quickly towards the raw ore in different spaces.

And Allen followed behind him, walking towards two humans dressed as magicians.

Seeing a liger and tiger guard walking towards them, the two magicians snorted at the same time, continuing to sit on the ground and doing what they should do.

"Are you all magicians?" Allen asked again in Beamon.

The two magicians squinted at Allen, and the female magician said to the companion next to him in Common Tongue, "What is this idiot talking about?"

"Who knows, maybe they call us father."

Allen, who was hiding under the visor, resisted the urge to give each of them a mouth, and continued to ask: "Answer me, or kill you now, and ask again, are you magicians?"

The female magician snorted and said, "Nonsense."

It seems that these two people really understand the Beamon beast language.

The male magician next to him patted his companion, as if he was afraid of offending the savage orc in front of him.

Allen found that the eyes of the two people seemed to have similarities, and they should be siblings in terms of age.

My brother is about 40 years old, with a shaggy beard, two sword eyebrows and a square face. He looks like a square-faced Ultraman. The magic robe on his body can no longer tell which element and element he is practicing. Mage rank.

The younger sister is about 30 years old, and her face should be very beautiful, but her face is too dark to tell anything. The magic robe on her body is not much better than his brother, and she is sitting there lazily. He was wearing handcuffs and shackles, but he didn't look like a prisoner at all. Instead, he had an indescribable laziness and nobility.

Alan was overjoyed, and when he looked back and saw the gang of piggies and wild dwarves kneeling on one knee with their heads shrugged, he asked in a low voice, "I'd like to ask you a few questions, and if the answer satisfies me, I might be able to I let you go."

The expressions of the two of them changed drastically, and they looked excitedly at the orc liger guard in front of them, because this time Alan spoke the lingua franca of Dalu.

Before the two of them could ask, Rooney ran up to Alan and said, "Boss, it is definitely a raw crystal stone from a different space. There is a vein not far away, but according to those wild dwarves, the raw crystal stone in the vein is They have all been mined, including the materials for making full body armor."

Allen nodded, looked at the two mages and asked, "How did you get to Beamon's territory?"

"Who are you?" The female mage asked a little warily, "Aren't you a Beamon orc?"

Allen lifted his visor, revealing a cheap face, and said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Allen, the Baron of the Locke Kingdom."

"Alan? The useless Baron of the Locke Kingdom?" The female mage opened her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice, "Didn't you be recuperated in the Duke's mansion after being interrupted by Grand Duke Claire?"

Allen's old face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he said angrily: "You are so good at talking, how did you survive until now?"

It was only then that the female mage realized that she had lost her composure just now and caused her to speak unscrupulously. After apologizing, she introduced: "My name is Miranda, and this is my brother Mike. We are both alchemists. We changed because of an accident. Became a captive of these hateful orcs, and was forced by them to build a teleportation array."

"Alchemist?" Allen asked suspiciously, "Why did you come here?"

Rooney next to him stared at the two with great interest. In theory, although alchemists are element users, they are not magicians in the strict sense. The magic elements they manipulate in the space are not used for defense or attack. , but crafting magic items and equipment.

This profession is even rarer than a magician, because the only prerequisite for becoming an alchemist is that you can manipulate magic elements to become an element user.

It's like you want to drive a formula even if you don't know how to pedal a tricycle.

However, alchemists don't just practice one or more main-line magics, but use some kind of props that store magic elements to make up for one or more main-line magics that they haven't practiced, and finally achieve the purpose of alchemy manufacturing , because even making the lowest level of magic props involves at least two or even more than two main types of magic.

The most famous alchemist on the mainland is the Madcoin master thousands of years ago, and the Madcoin master is also an excellent puppeteer.

Master Madcoin, who was born in the North, created the first generation of fighting golems. Once the earth-type golems that are several meters high and invulnerable are put on the battlefield, they will definitely be a nightmare for the enemy. The first generation of clay golem Hulk has been innovating until the fourth generation of iron golem Edward Scissorhands. Each generation of golems is the crystallization of epoch-making creations. These golems that can rely on magic power to operate are simply life harvesters on the battlefield. The killing range is comparable to that of a magician.

It is precisely because of Master Madcoin that the profession of puppeteer gradually appeared on the mainland of St. Cassis. However, the conditions for becoming a puppeteer are very strict. The most important prerequisite is that you must be an alchemist. magician.

Rooney couldn't tell what level the two of them had reached as alchemists, but judging by their age, they shouldn't be very old, but combined with what they just saw, after the raw ores of different spaces in these three workshops were extracted, it seemed that they all had these two. Brothers and sisters were tempered and refined. If this is the case, then these two brothers and sisters are definitely not comparable to ordinary alchemists.

Miranda explained: "Our brothers and sisters are from the Principality of Sadido. I heard that the Eldest Princess Janna and His Royal Highness Prince Scott were exiled in the Great Wasteland. In order to find the Eldest Princess, we stepped into the northernmost part of the Great Wilderness, and were eventually captured by Beamon. The kingdom's frontier scouts have seized."

"Jana?" Alan asked dubiously: "How do you know that Princess Janna has been exiled in the Great Wasteland?"

"Our royalists have bribed the servants around Black Jack, and learned that Black Jack sent many assassins to the Great Wasteland to find the whereabouts of the prince and princess." Mike shook his head and smiled bitterly: "We are all nobles of the Principality of Sadido, Black Jack After Jack usurped the throne, there was a big purge, so we want to help the prince and princess restore the country."

"Oh" Allen gave an inexplicable long oh, and after carefully observing the expressions of the two, he joked: "Why didn't the master find it, and you two were still arrested, and you still want to help What about Janna's return?"

Allen was still thinking about what Miranda said just now that he had his dog legs broken.

But no matter what, both Allen and Rooney think that what the brothers and sisters said is very credible. There is no way, many nobles' minds are flooded, and they always do things that others cannot understand, such as. . .die!

"By the way, I'm wondering how you ran across the wilderness to the sideline of Beamon without encountering barbarians from other tribes?"

"Yes, we met a lot of tribes, but they were all small tribes, so we went around." After Mike finished speaking, Milan continued with a look of embarrassment: "But we also met a big tribe, it seems that there is nothing Blood Snake Tribe."

"Bloodthirsty Billy?" Allen thought of the thin bamboo pole Bloodsnake chief with sinister eyes.

"Well, the chiefs of the four noble tribes." Miranda said disdainfully: "The barbarians are nothing more than that, why don't they let my golem beat them all over the place?"

"Puppeteer?" Rooney asked in shock, "Where's your puppet?"

Miranda said with a bit of embarrassment, "I lost it."

"Lost it?" Allen was completely confused. It was the first time he had heard that golems could be lost. Isn't this kind of war giant put in the storage badge, and this damn one can also be lost.

"Uh, it's lost." Miranda nodded affirmatively with a flushed complexion.

Seeing the group of wild dwarves and pigs kneeling on the ground behind them whispering, Rooney, who had turned into a werewolf, cut off the handcuffs and shackles of the brothers and sisters with his claws.

Allen glanced back at the gang of piggies, grinning grimly, and pulled out the three-legged army thorn from his back waist.

The simple and honest Mike turned pale, and Alan's smirk reminded him of a butcher in the countryside who specialized in slaughtering Saros.

That's right, Allen did go to butcher the pig.

Rooney snapped his fingers to bring Mike's soul back and said, "Relax, I'll let you enter the necklace in a different space. Your Princess Janna is in our camp. I'll take you to find them."

The siblings looked at each other with some hesitation, but when they saw Rooney take out the necklace from another space, they finally believed in each other's identity, because they knew that necklace, Janna's close-fitting necklace.

(End of this chapter)