Barbarian Throne

Zhang Debiao came to the Magic Guild and was slightly shocked.

The magic guild in Litan City is not large, probably because Litan City once suffered the wrath of Cerberus and was rebuilt after the disaster. Most magicians are not that obvious in their dependence on the guild and will only run away when they sell stolen goods. Go to the guild.

In Yujing, the capital of the country, the magic guild here is extremely prosperous. In the short time Zhang Debiao stood in front of the guild, he saw no fewer than ten magicians coming in and out, including even a fifth-level great magician. !

"Yu Jing deserves to be the capital. Masters and geniuses from all over the country are gathered here. The number of people is jaw-dropping!"

Zhang Debiao walked into the Magic Guild with awe, and politely asked the female magician who entertained him: "Excuse me, is Mr. Cameron Rich here?"

The female magician looked at him doubtfully and said, "What do you want to see him for?"

"His disciple entrusted me to bring him a letter."

The female magician became even more confused and muttered: "That old bastard Cameron, when will you be able to accept disciples?" She turned to an old man who was sweeping the floor and said: "Cameron Rich, someone is looking for you!"

Zhang Debiao looked at the old man in astonishment and saw that he was wearing the robe of a magic apprentice. He was hunched over and holding a broom. He ran over in a panic. His wrinkled old face was smiling, and his yellow teeth were exposed. Said: "Who is looking for me?"

Zhang Debiao kept muttering in his heart. He thought that Cameron Rich's mentor was either a senior great magician or a holy magician. Who would have thought that this Cameron Rich didn't look like an outsider at all, but instead An old magic apprentice who has been in the magic guild for who knows how many years.

"That's him!" The female magician covered her nose, looked at him with disgust, and said as if she couldn't avoid it, "You two magic apprentices, go and talk! Damn it, there are so many weird things these days, even A thousand-year-old magic apprentice can accept a disciple! Cameron Rich, aren’t you afraid that the Goddess of Wisdom will kill you with a thunderbolt?”

The old man sweeping the floor, Cameron, quickly apologized and said, "Sorry to trouble you." He said to Zhang Debiao, "My lord, please come with me."

Zhang Debiao said quickly: "I dare not call you an adult. You are my friend's mentor, that is, my senior."

Cameron Rich looked at him in surprise and staggered forward. Zhang Debiao quickly followed. Cameron led him to a small shack behind the Magic Guild. Obviously, this was his home.

Zhang Debiao was confused: "Did Magister Jiamen spend his childhood here?"

Cameron Rich smiled again and said, "My lord, what do you want from me?"

Zhang Debiao took a long breath to dissipate the effect of bone forging and tendon tightening. His facial bones returned to their original positions and his height became normal. Then he took out the letter from the space ring and handed it to him respectfully.

Cameron received the letter with a look of surprise on his face and said, "You deliberately changed your appearance. You must have made enemies outside. Why did you return to your original appearance?"

Zhang Debiao said honestly: "Meeting a friend's elder with another appearance is disrespectful to the friend."

"That kid Garmen has made a good friend." Cameron took out the letter, read it over, and said angrily: "That little bastard Garmen, every time he writes, he always says, 'I'm fine, I'm eating well. Well, I don’t have a wife yet!’”

When the old man was angry, there was a kind of magic power fluctuation around him unconsciously. Although it was very slight, it gave people a feeling of prison and sea, which was extremely terrifying.

Brother Tai woke up immediately, raised his head from Zhang Debiao's shoulder, and asked doubtfully: "Holy Magister?"

Cameron turned into a dry old man again, looking up and around in a panic: "Where is the Holy Magister?"

Brother Tai stared at his face closely and said doubtfully: "Don't move. This old face of yours looks very familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere... I remembered it!"

The little tiger stood up on two legs from Zhang Debiao's shoulders, pointed at Cameron Rich for a long time, then scratched his head and said blankly: "I forgot again." He lay down and continued to sleep.

Zhang Debiao was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. Ever since the death of his former master, Brother Tai had become a nagging person and had forgotten many of his past memories.

But what is certain is that this old magic apprentice who has been reduced to sweeping the magic guild will definitely not be that simple.

"Everyone has secrets that he doesn't want others to know. There is no need to pursue them." Thinking of this, Zhang Debiao put aside the matter of Cameron Rich and said respectfully: "Senior, Jiamen's letter has been handed in. Here you go, it’s time for me to say goodbye.”

Cameron's old face wrinkled up, looking like a walnut that had gone through many vicissitudes of life. He smiled and said: "You have offended people outside, how can you still find a place to live? If you don't dislike it, you can live in the house before Jiamen ”

Zhang Debiao thought about it carefully. He really had nowhere to go now. He had killed many people in the city defense army when he arrived in Yujing, and was involved in the rebellion of the cavalry army. He was involved in lawsuits. If he hadn't stayed at the Magic Guild, he would have really lost his life. There is no place to stay.

"If you feel sorry for yourself, you can help me sweep the floor." Cameron Rich took him into the small shack and kept nagging, saying: "Jiamen used to sweep the floor for me, but one day I took in a Myopic archers, these two bastards are not willing to sweep the floor for me when they get together. They are obsessed with the sport of getting something for nothing..."

Zhang Debiao couldn't help laughing. The movement of getting something for nothing must refer to robbery. The reason why they met was precisely because Jiamen and Forrest Gump tried to rob Zhang Debiao in the Abyss of Sinking, but Zhang Debiao used Tai Ge to rob them.

Zhang Debiao looked at this shack carefully and saw that the space inside was surprisingly small. Put down a bed and a table, and there was no room to stand. It was really hard for Garmenrich and Forrest Gump to live here for so long.

There were several old books on the bedside. He picked one up and saw "On Practical Methods for the Cultivation of Advanced Spiritual Power" written on the cover. The author was Eunice Puler.

Zhang Debiao was shocked. While studying at Xingyuan, he had read about Eunice Puler in a historical document. Yunispur was a holy magician hundreds of years ago. He only left one book in his life, which was "On the Cultivation of Advanced Spiritual Power". However, it is said that this book is only available in the Royal Academy in the capital. Collection, I didn’t expect that there was a book lying on the bedside of this small shack!

Zhang Debiao picked up several other books, and saw that some of these books talked about how to temper mental power, some talked about how to release magic as quickly as possible, and there was also a book about the fire magic system, starting from the lowest level. Small fireballs, forbidden spells that can only be released by the Holy Magister, are all included!

These books, without exception, are all handed down works left by the famous holy wizards in history. Not to mention that there is no such collection in the Star Academy, even the Royal Academy in Beijing may not be able to preserve these books!

Zhang Debiao can guarantee that if you take out any one of these books, it will definitely cause a bloody massacre!

"But although these books are good, they are of no use to me."

Zhang Debiao stuffed these books under the mat, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Zhang Debiao got up early, washed briefly, then picked up the broom and started sweeping the floor. After scanning, he ran to the square as usual and started today's exercise. Ever since he was a child, Zhang Debiao has been exercising every morning, rain or shine.

In the square of the Magic Guild, there were several aristocratic disciples practicing magic there in the morning. Zhang Debiao occupied a corner alone, doing some warm-up exercises, then moving the Long Meng Bao Xiang around for a few days, and then practicing the Great Coffin Cleaver. Now that his fighting spirit cultivation is getting deeper and deeper, he has trained the Great Coffin Cleaver to the seventh level. He can use seven kinds of feminine power, which is extremely penetrating and many times more powerful than before.

"The spiral fighting spirit of the Dragon Riding Forbidden Army can break most of the effects of fighting spirit. It is extremely clever and can even break my coffin splitter. The spiral fighting spirit is just a way of exerting force. I should be able to imitate this method. "

In the square of the Magic Guild, Zhang Debiao slowly submerged his mind, wrapped his fighting spirit with his mental power, and pushed it in a spiral manner in the fighting spirit channel. Suddenly, the fighting spirit in his body was like a wild horse that had escaped the reins, roaring and rushing along the fighting spirit channel!

Zhang Debiao snorted, his face instantly turned red, and he quickly stopped fighting.

He only conducted one experiment and found that the spiral fighting spirit was too difficult to control because the rotation speed was too high. If he was not careful, he would go crazy.

"If you want to practice spiral fighting spirit, you must have profound spiritual power. Those dragon-riding forbidden troops signed a contract with the green dragon. Even if they don't practice spiritual power, they are at least level 15! There is really no advantage in signing a contract with a monster like a giant dragon. Small!"

Zhang Debiao exhaled a breath of turbid air to calm down the fighting spirit in his body, and concentrated on practicing again.

"Who is that person?" On a balcony on the top floor of the Magic Guild Headquarters, the guild president Bourne Merlin suddenly saw Zhang Debiao, frowned and asked the female secretary behind him: "How could our Magic Guild come in and practice fighting spirit?" The barbarian fighter?"

The female secretary took a look and said with a smile: "It seems that he is the young man that Cameron Rich took in yesterday. He is a very diligent young man."

"Which Cameron Rich?" Burne Merlin's eyes flashed and he asked.

"Who else? Isn't it Cameron Rich who is sweeping the floor? Sir, you seem to be unhappy that a warrior has entered the guild. Do you want me to kick them out?"

"No need." President Burne Merlin continued to look at Zhang Debiao, thought for a moment, and said: "In the future, whatever requests this young man has, we must try our best to satisfy him. Do you understand?"

The female secretary was puzzled, and Burne Merlin had no intention of letting her understand, but she was thinking about Cameron in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

"When I joined the guild, he was so old and looked like he was going to die at any time. Now sixty years later, he is still so old and looks like he is going to die, but he just can't die! This Cameron, He has been sweeping the floor for sixty years! And my mentor said that when he joined the guild, this old man was still sweeping the floor, and his appearance never changed..."