A strange world

Chapter 1213 Chapter 135. Another strange dream

Mottled colors gathered in front of Annan's eyes. When he regained clarity, he was standing in a swaying alley.

The passers-by were all dressed in classical mage and wizard attires, but my stature became shorter and smaller, like a goblin, or maybe it was set off by the big stupid guy next to me.

The stupid man led him to a small and shabby shop. The sign on the door had long since fallen off, and it read vaguely: Lecamdo: A wand shop operating since 696 of the Saint Laurent calendar.

After entering the store, the wind chime on the door made a pleasant sound. The space in the store is very small, filled with shelves touching the ceiling, like walking into a library. On the side is a large shooting range.

The stupid guy who sent him here disappeared, and then a ladder came across in front of him, and an old man stood there.

"Mr. Potter... finally meet you..."

"You know me?"

"Yes, yes. Not only do I know you, but I also know your father and mother. It seems like yesterday when they bought their first wand here..."

With that said, the old man turned around and pulled out a wooden box on the shelf and took out a musket that had been dusty for a long time.

"The first-generation magic gun is 3.4 inches long. It can be fired every time it is fired. It is strong and reliable, and its machine spirit is tenacious. It is best used to hold the position." He introduced softly.

Annan held the magic gun that he had high in his hands, aimed at the first target on the shooting range, and pulled the trigger.

Bang--

The muzzle of the gun was raised, almost hitting Annan's chin, and the bullseye fifty meters away disappeared instantly.

This frightened the old man, and he quickly took back the magic gun in Annan's hand.

"This doesn't work. I'll look for it again...ah, I have it." The old man took out another magic gun that was about the same length but much thicker.

"The magic revolver is 2.8 inches long. It became popular in Allen after the interview. It is loved by the soldiers. It has a tenacious machine spirit. One person is a team. The stainless steel gun body makes a whirring sound when swung. Absolutely no one wants to Hit it." The old man winked at him.

Annan leaned on his shoulder, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-a clear sound, like the sound of metal hitting each other, came out from the muzzle of the gun, tearing the target in front into pieces.

Annan was hit by the continuous recoil force and hit the shelf. He still squeezed the trigger until all the bullets were fired, the machine compartment made a "click" sound, and green smoke came out of the red muzzle.

"No...no, it's not for you."

The old man took back the magic wheel gun that Annan couldn't put down, turned around and climbed up the ladder, and pulled out a not too long, but extremely heavy wooden box on the top shelf.

Opening the wooden box, there lay a unique-shaped truncated gun without a magazine. What was striking was that its muzzle was so thick that it could fit your thumb.

"Magic shotgun, 2.6 inches long. The machine spirit is brave. The person hit by it will have a small amount of flesh in the body tissue."

Annan stood up and pulled the trigger towards the new target.

Bang!

Fierce flames sprayed from the muzzle of the gun, and the target disappeared instantly, and the entire wall behind it was filled with craters.

Annan was also thrown backwards by the strong recoil, and hit the shelf hard, knocking out a pile of wooden boxes.

"No, no, it's definitely not this one..."

The old man took back the magic shotgun in panic and continued to look for a new wooden box.

"We all say that musketeers choose magic muskets, but magic muskets also choose musketeers...ah, here."

The wooden box he took out this time was smaller than all the previous wooden boxes. When opened, it revealed a short gun that was "smaller" than the previous ones and could be held with one hand. Seeing Annan holding him, his wrist sank as he was falling, the old man introduced: "Magic explosive musket, the machine soul is tolerance and explosion, the master of orichalcum fire muskets in the past, power, range, rate of fire, stability position It’s among the best, any words to describe it are pale.”

Annan had to hold it with one hand and hold his wrist with the other hand to support its weight. He swayed left and right, aimed at the third target, and pulled the trigger.

puff--

The magic bolt gun made a dull sound, like the sound of pebbles thrown into the river. The gun came out of the hand, and the violent air flow blew away all the papers in the store. When the dust settled, a large hole appeared in the wall of the shooting range, allowing a clear view of pedestrians on the street.

The old man's lips trembled: "Obviously, you can't control it yet."

Annan tried shot after shot. He had no idea what kind of musket the old man thought was suitable. The tried muskets were piled higher and higher on the counter, but the old man seemed to be getting happier.

"It doesn't matter what a picky customer you are... I think you can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable one for you here. Let me think about it..."

The old man seemed to have thought of something, showing some kind of emotion mixed with memories and pain, and took out a wooden box from the deepest shelf of all the shelves.

"The Magic Annihilation Spear...the pinnacle of wizards, allows mortals to have power comparable to gods. The machine soul is...wisdom and destruction."

In an almost pious tone, the old man held up a firearm that looked like a work of art.

The barrel of the magic energy annihilation gun is transparent, with azure light marrow flowing inside.

Facing the old man's expectation, Annan pulled the trigger toward the shooting range that exposed the street.

laugh--

The gentle air flow from the magic energy annihilation gun lifted up the black hair, but to the surroundings, it was completely different - a whirlwind blew up in the store, pulling out countless wooden boxes on the shelves and swirling them around. As the peel suddenly shattered and rushed onto the street. But it didn't matter, because soon even the store was opened and torn apart by the strong wind, and only Annan in the middle was unharmed.

After a long time, the dust settled. The shooting range was gone, the shops were gone, and the entire street in front was gone, leaving only a deep ravine with no end in sight.

The old man crawled back, grabbed Annan's hand, climbed up, and said excitedly: "I remember every musket I sold, Mr. Potter! I remember every musket! You are destined to use this magic musket! Did you know? There are only two magic annihilation guns in the store. One is given to you, and the other is...

The old man got very close to Annan's face: his nose was almost touching Annan's forehead: "That lightning scar was left on your face..."

"Shouldn't I use it?"

"No, on the contrary, it suits you very well."

The old man showed a relieved smile, and his figure gradually faded away.

"Remember, this is your path..."

…

Annan slowly woke up under the tree in another world.

What a strange dream... He thought sleepily, continuing to lie in the shade of the tree and recalling the details of the dream.

It seems that he has been busy with the machine soul these days, which made him have this strange dream: the wand turned into a musket, and the gun that annihilated a street only left a lightning scar on his forehead.

But there is one thing that Annan cares about very much.

"He said, this is my way...?"