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[There is one more change, slightly later]

This sound is really nice, crisp and clean. It's just that Sarin didn't know what the wild boar meant. He only saw a pink fist getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and then his eyes were sore and fainted.

Before fainting, Sarin had no fear. What appeared in his heart was the bright red beating on his body, as if controlling his heart. He didn't react and was hit by his fist.

"Wake up, wake up quickly." The good voice sounded again, and Salin tried to open one eye, feeling that the left eye could not open anymore, barely squeezing a slit, seeing everything was vague. A soft little hand was twitching on his face, as if he was going to wake him up.

"Okay, I'm awake!" Sarin struggled to move back. The girl who hit him was dressed and stared at Sarin fiercely. Sarin was relieved, and there was no killing in the girl's eyes. He has killed people and can feel the breath of death.

Sarin sat up and signaled that he was not malicious. He looked at the girl, and the girl looked at him.

The two men are about the same age. The girl is 17 or 18 years old, and her clothes make Sarin look. She wore animal skins that were barely trimmed, and Mao Chong turned outwards, and many places had been smoothed. The thick stitches made this animal skin look extraordinarily rugged, and the clotted blood stains were black and purple, all over.

The key is that this animal skin outfit is two-sectioned, with the girl's lower abdomen exposed in the middle, and people with white and crystal clear skin have pain in their eyes. Especially with the injured eyes, Sarin couldn't help but want to widen, but made his teeth grin.

The thick pair of leather boots at the foot is obviously not in the style of Skochenya. The bottom of the boots is actually polished by the soles of Warcraft. The most shocking thing is the weapon behind the girl. It was a huge stick, thick at the front and thin at the back, almost on the side of the girl's body.

The stick shone with metallic luster, but Sarin recognized that it was polished from the bones of the advanced Warcraft and the weight was terrifying. Fortunately, she was hitting herself with fists.

The girl is very beautiful with dark eyebrows, white skin and light blue eyes. Her height is very close to that of Sarin, her shape is well-proportioned, and she looks natural, as if she has forgotten to be peeped naked by Sarin and is not embarrassed at all.

"My name is Sarin Metatlin, what about you?" Sarin didn't know what to say, and he couldn't stare at him with big eyes.

"My name is Sika, so to be honest, why are you hiding here to peep?" Sika nodded Sarin's head with her slender fingers, and seemed to remember the matter just now.

Sarin couldn't help crying and saying, "This is not a bathroom. It's a cold day. I'm hiding here to peep?"

"It makes sense!" Schika was very persuaded, thinking that Sarin was right, and his face calmed down again. Seeing Sarin's face twitch miserably, Schika took out a small bottle and handed it to Sarin.

"what is this?"

"Holy water of the Holy See, you cure your eyes. I'm sorry, only then I hit too much." Sika said sorry.

"It's okay, you react naturally." Sarin forgave Schika.

"I'm really sorry, I just wanted to take a shower. I was afraid you would wake up and hit another punch ..." Sika looked at Sarin innocently, and Sarin rushed upward, no wonder his eyes could not be opened .

But ... Forget it, you can't just ignore others. Everything has to pay a price, this is the way to get the magic string, and it is the same to see beautiful women. Sarin comforted herself while opening the bottle and drenched the holy water on the wound.

"Ah!" Sarin jumped up in pain. He had never used holy water, but he had read the holy water treatment in the book. It would never be a burning pain. It should be warm and comfortable.

He threw the bottle on the ground and gasped: "What are you?"

Sika was also stunned, picked up the bottle, looked at the pattern above, muttered: "It seems right, you wait for me to see."

If there is a wall, Sarin must hit his head. The girl was obviously short-circuited, but the contents of the bottle were indeed of a curative nature, and she secretly detected it before using it. It seemed that she could not blame Sika.

Sika took off the big skin pouch from the back waist and looked inside. In the end, he said with certainty: "This is indeed the Holy Water for healing. I spent 5 silver coins to buy it."

Sarin wondered, and his eyes hurt even more. Although the 5 silver coins are low-grade goods, there is also a curative effect, which should not be injured.

Unable to figure out why this was so, Sarin suddenly felt stupid. He took off the metal kettle around his waist, raised his head, and poured the liquid on the wound. The eyes were immediately more comfortable. This was the healing water made by Sarin himself.

Healing water, a healing liquid produced by first-level magic, can effectively repair the injury, and it is slower than the magic of the same level, without leaving any sequelae.

Hundreds of magics are recorded in Sarin's mind, but there are more than a dozen that can be learned right now. This repair water has a great effect, especially in the team. The repair water produced by the senior magician, combined with magic potions, can even heal old injuries.

"This wild mountain and wild mountain, why did Ni run here and take a shower?" Sarin looked up and let the repaired water enter the eye socket, soak the eyeball. He was afraid that his eyeball blood vessel would rupture.

"I don't know. I wanted to go to Hall City. I walked into the mountain."

It turned out to be a road idiot, and Sarin was even more depressed. His fist was too wrong. Anyone who gets lost can hit themselves.

"Why are you going to Hall City?" Sarin dared to go to see her in such a cold day. I'm afraid it was a swordsman with good spirits, although Schika had a stick on his back. So he can't get angry.

"The mountain has been hit hard recently. I want to be a mercenary." Sika lowered her head.

"Aren't you a Scechian?" Sarin remembered that Sika's accent was wrong. Although he spoke Continental Chinese, each sentence ended with a more compact and quick pronunciation.

"I'm Caucasian." Sika simply sat on the ground, showing Sarin the thigh above his boots.

"What level do you have?" Salin met Sika and got along with him. He was Caucasian again. He was simple and had the idea of ​​making friends. I am a low-level magician and need a powerful swordsman as a partner.

"I don't know, anyway, Warcraft near the village sees me and runs." Sika looked confused. Sarin was discouraged. Caucasus swordsmen could not distinguish their levels. This is normal. It is silly to ask yourself.

The Caucasus region is not affiliated with Skochenya, nor does it belong to any Principality. It is a pristine state, with many mountains and high-level warriors.

The mercenary regiments like the Caucasus fighters. They are strong in close combat and have team spirit. Male Caucasian warriors basically use a powerful flying axe, with an attack radius of up to 100 meters, and the damage is more fierce than the archer. Moreover, the Caucasus region is the only place where the original priest profession is retained. The combat priest is not as powerful as the magician, but the healing ability is directly after the magician.

"You run out without knowing the road?" Sarin's eyes were more comfortable, but he was still swollen. Sika's fingers were slender and crystal, but harder than the hammer.

"I'm afraid of something. I'm hungry and will not die if I go the wrong way. There are more beasts than ours. You see I have been in the mountain for more than a month.

Sarin finally believed that beauty and wisdom may not necessarily be a coexisting relationship. Caucasians such as Sika are very likely to be cheated. It ’s better to start by yourself. If you are late, it ’s hard to imagine.

"Come with me to Dean, there is a larger professional union." Sarin bewitches Sika. In fact, he also read from the book that Ceylon City does not even have a professional union.

"Okay, but I have no money. If I enter the city ..."

Sarin was so sulky that he had to run out without money, and joining the mercenary regiment also needed money. But that ’s fine, because Sika has no money and ca n’t register as a mercenary, so she can follow her.

"It's expensive to eat in the city, you are not allowed to eat people here, hey, it's really troublesome."

"Cannibalism!" Sarin was startled. Although the Caucasus is primitive, I haven't heard of any cannibals.

"You don't eat when you see people. I don't mean that. Well, in Caucasian, this sentence is to eat everything the enemy has." Sika made a striking gesture with his hand. Sarin understood that it was a robbery. There is a record of the robbers among the tribes. Sarin rarely sees such things, only knows the vague.

"You might as well be an independent adventurer first, which costs less." Sarin told Schika the difference between an adventurer and a mercenary. The mercenary is required to pay a deposit after registering with the professional union. Once the mission fails, the lost part shall be deducted from the deposit. The adventurer only needs to pay the registration fee, but cannot take some tasks of escorting items, and the task of escorting items is the most frequent and most profitable.

This rule does not target magicians. Even a first-level magician does not need to pay a deposit to join the mercenary regiment.

"Sarin, what is your occupation?" Sika asked curiously when she saw Sarin very knowledgeable.

"I am a magician."

"Oh, I'm rude." Sika bent down and performed an inexplicable ceremony. Then he explained: "The elder reminded me when I was going out that the magician outside the mountain was noble like the priest."

When she said this, she looked at Sarin's eyes, and her unswollen eyes were shocking. She was so upset that she had beaten a priest-like person.

Both sides are somewhat guilty, but the conversation has become easier. Sarin confuses Sika to go to Dean City, where it is far from the coast and close to the border, and can cross the Saxon Principality at any time to enter the Qin empire.

Sarin's calculation is very good, first do some professional tasks at the border, and upgrade the level, mainly to improve the combat effectiveness, so as to avoid the trouble like Ceylon City later. If you can advance to the third-level magician, then you are not afraid of the killing of Count Sufonso, the other party can not invite a sword saint to come out?

Even with such a small probability event, when he ran to the Qin Yin Empire, the power of Count Su Fangsuo could not be affected. In the Qin Yin Empire, Jian Sheng is a fart, and magicians are everywhere.

It is said that every city in the Qin empire has a magic tower, so in total, there are at least hundreds of magicians above level six. Although compared with the hundreds of millions of Qin Yin people, hundreds of thousands of people only produced a big magician, but only with these big magicians, the Qin Yin empire can stand, three huge empires plus a Holy Church Are helpless.

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