Heimarian Odyssey

"What?! Your arcane points cost more than seven thousand points, and now there are only more than two thousand points left?" Locke said, looking at Ashaer who finally came out of the laboratory in shock.

After all, people are not iron. Rao, in the capacity of Ashaer's second-level dark elementalist, has conducted more than three months of research experiments in the laboratory, and his body is too much to eat.

Very rarely, Ashaer gave himself a week's vacation.

Just when chatting with Locke just now, Locke knew what the master did in the library of Huiyue College in the past half month.

With more than seven thousand arcane points, an ordinary first-level magician may not be able to accumulate so much in his life, but Ashaer is exhausted in just half a month.

"The knowledge I gained from the arcane light of Huiyue Academy has not been fully understood. It will take at least half a year to fully understand the theory of these magical elements." Ashaer said to Locke.

As for the degree of desire for knowledge, the magicians are a group of lunatics who sleep and forget. Fortunately, Locke is not a magician, and he cannot understand this crazy behavior.

"You don't have to wait for me in the city of Huiyue, if you want to continue to practice, you can go to the Belem Empire." After dinner, Ashaer took a cup of tea and took a sip, then said.

Locke shook his head. "When we said yes, when we left the Aybarut Empire, let's separate again. It's still early. And I haven't grown to the bottleneck."

Locke didn't want to be separated from Ashaer so early.

"That's up to you." Slowly drinking the water in the cup in his hand, Ashael got up and left the living room.

Outside, Memila is still struggling to cultivate her temper. In order to reward this girl for her good dinner today, Locke gave her a high-level wind energy energy spar.

From a certain perspective, the appearance of advanced energy spar is far better than that of ordinary diamonds and pearls, and it is also much more dreamy and blurry.

Memila, who has a wind-energy advanced energy spar, got this energy spar very precious and stored it in her space ring. She didn't have the intention to use it.

"Low-level servants are not your end point. This is just the beginning stage. The next practice and breakthrough will become more difficult. Your goal is to promote to mid-level servants within a year." Locke said to Memira.

Two months ago, the new year passed, Memila became a fifteen-year-old girl, and Locke finally ushered in his 60-year-old memorable age.

Farsi, the capital of the Abarut Empire, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Holy Moon Tower, Cecilia, the master of the Holy Moon Tower, is waiting for the reception of His Majesty the Emperor.

The Aybarut Empire and the Belem Empire are similar in many respects. This is a superpower with supremacy.

Although it is not comparable to the Belem emperor Saifir, he has absolute prestige and power in the empire, but in the Aybarut empire, the gray-haired Morton emperor also has a good power to hold In hand.

Emperor Moulton is not a strong man who has broken through the **** level. Today, at 2876, he will soon usher in the end of his life.

As a third-level wind elementalist, Emperor Moulton has been under pressure from the emperor of the Belem Empire since he inherited the throne.

The number of powers that are not comparable in strength, national strength, and the power of four or more levels is also not comparable. Even the number of low-level planes controlled by slavery, the Abarut Empire is far inferior to the Belem Empire.

Emperor Moulton felt sorry for the ancestors of the past dynasties. Even if life died and the light of consciousness dissipated in the invisible, Emperor Moulton was still unable to relieve himself of being weaker than the man in his life.

Three thousand years old is the upper limit of the theoretical lifespan of the three-level caster. With the Aybarut Empire as the backing, Morton, who enjoys countless resources, is definitely more than three thousand years old.

But it is undeniable that he really can't live long.

Once Moulton passed away, the Abarut Empire will certainly have a short period of turmoil. After the new emperor succeeds, it will inevitably take hundreds of years to consolidate his position.

By that time, the Abarut Empire must have been pulled apart by the Belem Empire.

Wen Wu first, Wu Wu second.

Before the death of Moulton, he wanted to surpass Saifel once.

At the moment when life is about to reach the end, Emperor Moulton will fight again for the last time!

"Call Cecilia in." Sitting on the ancient throne, Morton said to the attendant beside him.

In addition to Emperor Moulton and the attendants and servants, there are two extraordinary middle-aged men in the hall.

One is a brawny man with a black beard on his back and a bearded man, and another is a middle-aged man who is gentle and elegant, holding a blue magic wand.

Those who are familiar with the Aybarut empire can tell the identity of the two in one word. The steel-cast general Klauer, the heart of the ice, Walpoch.

The black-bearded strong Hanclauer is one of the three generals in the same position as Cecilia in the magic empire. It has the title of general steel cast, but is a powerful fourth-level knight, and it is the Abarut Empire. The owner of one of the four knight halls.

The middle-aged man Walpoch holding a blue magic wand is not the three generals of the Abarut Empire, but he is a fourth-level ice attribute element division with a close relationship with the royal family in the empire, and Abarut The owner of one of the three holy towers in the empire.

"Your Majesty!" Cecilia, wearing a turquoise armor and a cloak behind her, walked into the hall and said respectfully to Emperor Moulton who was sitting high above the throne.

Obviously a wind-type spellcaster, Cecilia is dressed in armor, indicating that she has absolutely integrated into her identity as the three generals of the empire.

She was first a general of the empire, followed by a powerful fourth-level caster, and a master of the holy tower.

"How is the investigation about that inferior plane?" The deep voice of Emperor Moulton came from above the throne.

"It is a low-level plane that has developed to the extreme. It has almost reached the threshold of the mid-level plane. Its natives call themselves Saiyan, and that plane is also named the Saiyan plane!" Cecilia Xiang Mo Emperor Dalton reported.

"Have you almost touched the threshold of the mid-level plane? Hum, as a swan song before I abdicate, it's not bad." Emperor Moulton sneered.

Since the development of the sorcerer plane, the war with the medium plane of the same level has only been carried out three times. Although they all ended in a tragic victory, each battle has left an indelible impression on the plane.

The last war with the Intermediate Plane occurred more than 6,500 years ago.

"How is the strength of that plane? How many creatures of level 4 and above exist." Morton's majestic voice came again from the throne--

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