Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"La La La La"

The weather in London is really bad. When the rain comes, the sky is like a gloomy hell, and the mood is suppressed.

Hermione with a black umbrella came out of the post office. She looked at the torrential rain in disgust. She looked around. She seemed to want to release a magic to dry her shoes that had just been wet by the rain. .

But after hesitating for a few seconds, Hermione gave up this tempting idea.

Magic is really convenient, but the little wizard is not allowed to use magic while on vacation. In case of being caught by the Ministry of Magic, her college is going to be deducted points, which is very bad.

So Hermione can only hold an umbrella and rush home in the rain. Fortunately, the location of this post office is not far from her home.

But what Hermione couldn't figure out was...

"Why is Mr. Merlin so anxious to ask for a magic map? Is he in trouble? Or is he lost?"

Merlin did not get lost, but he did have trouble.

He tried to mark the location of the Nordic treasures recorded on the parchment on the map, but after all, it was a bad map hand-drawn by humans hundreds of years ago.

Even if he quietly used the supercomputer at the Paris base to compare the terrain search, it took several days for Merlin to get nothing.

Over the centuries of the world, some changes have taken place sufficiently, not to mention that the person who made this picture may not be a wise naturalist. In short, the error of this picture is surprisingly large.

If no other information is available, and only looking for treasures based on this picture and the seemingly incomprehensible poem, Merlin is destined to be disappointed.

In desperation, Merlin could only turn to magic again. .

Although the wizards are part of human civilization, the wizards have their own heritage. They began to try to draw the rough terrain of the world more than a thousand years ago.

The wizards knew that the earth was round hundreds of years earlier than Magellan, and some wizards with an exploratory spirit made the world map in their eyes.

And the best part is that every version of these magic maps that have been handed down more than a thousand years ago are properly kept by the wizards.

This is what Merlin needs.

To understand a map hundreds of years ago, he should not use a modern map for comparison, he should use the map at that time as a reference. Therefore, he commissioned Little Hermione in London to buy him a "World in the Eyes of the Wizard" for Diagon Alley, which is a boring history book, but it contains a complete printed version of all the magic maps.

After 2 months.

In a hotel in Paris, Merlin held parchment in one hand and contrasted with the other on a magic map of a thick history book that could be enlarged and reduced.

Since the book was in his hands 2 months ago, he has been using it to find useful news except for work and practicing magic. But the maps drawn by the wizards are too detailed.

This way of doing things according to pictures is inefficient, but Merlin has no choice.

Now just after the Spring Festival in 1993, satellite map technology has been developed and perfected.

Even at the Paris base there is such a technology, but that is not something that a small agent of Merlin can use casually, not to mention, he does not want to reveal his secret.

But the good news is that the hard comparison of more than two months has finally paid off tonight.

Zoomed into the ultimate magic map in front of Merlin, he finally found a place that was very similar to the details of the parchment map.

"It turned out to be Northern Europe 500 years ago..."

Merlin took a pen and drew a circle on the magic map. He picked up the wand at his hand and flicked it gently. On the white paper in front of him, the black signature pen seemed to be held by an invisible hand. Start sliding quickly on the paper.

Transcription curse, a simple but practical magic, as long as the spellcaster's magic power is enough, then the pen to be cursed will be able to print all the text and drawings like a printer.

After a few minutes, the transcription spell is complete.

Merlin stretched his body, folded the parchment and the magic book, and put it back in the wooden box containing the book. He took the detail of the map that he had printed and walked to the wall behind him. Above, a huge map of Europe hangs.

Merlin's finger was searching in the Nordic area of ​​the map. After a few seconds, his finger was pointing somewhere on the map.

"Norway!"

Merlin narrowed his eyes. He stared at the circle on the map in front of him, picked up the brick-like mobile phone from his hand, and dialed a number.

"John, my body is a little uncomfortable...I started bleeding again this morning."

Merlin coughed twice. He reached up and picked up the travel bag that had been sorted out. While talking, he put the box of Lola and the magic book into the worn magic pocket, and put the closed magic pocket into it. In the close pocket.

He says:

"I need to take some time off, forget it, take the annual leave in advance... It may take half a month to go back to Clayton to find the magic doctor... Well, I will make up after I come back The procedure, please."

"By the way, you never miss a cigar. I will definitely bring you this time when I come back...enough for ten years? It's too exaggerated!"

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After 5 days, Tremeka National Park, Norway.

Merlin's figure came out of the air. He was carrying a backpack and wearing a baseball cap, just like an ordinary backpacker.

He squeezed a modern map in his hand, climbing up and down from time to time, comparing the terrain. He has been searching here for a day, and he is getting closer and closer to the last treasure.

But deeper and deeper into this vast forest, Merlin even encountered a predatory brown bear last night.

In the depths of this national park, there are many towering fir trees. This place is completely a pristine natural scenery, and no artificial objects can be seen at all.

As he got closer to his destination, Merlin's inner doubts became heavier.

He is a magical semi-finished super warrior who walks very hard in this barbarous land. Can anyone really survive here 500 years ago?

More importantly, who is it, who has buried magical wonders in this almost forgotten corner of the world? Why did he leave a map?

In addition, what is the so-called "the thing given by the gods" in the puzzle of the poem?

Is it really a weapon left by God in the world?

Is there really a God in this world?

One question after another came out of Merlin's heart, but he couldn't find the answer. After becoming a wizard, Merlin became more curious about the ancient secrets hidden under the world.

Agents and wizards, these are two professions dealing with secrets. Merlin can predict that in the future, he will surely know many great secrets.

Just like this secretly driven expedition. Merlin doesn't really care much about what he can get in the end. Perhaps what he cares about is actually the secrets themselves.

"Arrived!"

At dusk, Merlin came to a rugged mountain with no features. He stood beside a ring of stones and looked at the trees in all directions. In front of him, there was a particularly tall Chinese fir, whose diameter was as wide as three people.

Merlin put the map back in his pocket, he knew that he had reached his destination.

Of course, not through guessing.

In the dark sense of dissipation, Merlin could feel that in the center of this especially huge fir tree in front of him, at a height of almost 30 meters, in the depths of the trunk, there was something hidden outside the tree. .

That's metal!

Things that are very different from the breath of trees.

That should be what Merlin is going to find.

"Uh"

The red wand fell into Merlin's hands. With the chanting of the smashing curse he had just learned, a huge force of magical power was smashed **** the fir in front of him. It was like an invisible heavy punch and it was like A battle axe slashed through the sky, and the tough bark that was hit scattered around.

"Reducto! (Crushing Charm)"

"Then let me see..."

Merlin waved his hand, and another less skilled crushing spell flew out, tearing the dents in the tree bigger.

"This secret answer!"

"Boom, boom, boom"

Throwing three crushing spells in a row, Merlin's spirit was a little tired, he picked up the glass and took a sip, soothing his spirit.

The dark magic in his body is still growing, the total amount is much larger than the magic of the average little wizard.

But Merlin has a problem with self-taught magic. He lacks the guidance of experienced wizards. He learns new magic very slowly. The more advanced the magic, the more demanding it is for manipulative maneuvers and their own spell models. The more complicated.

The simplest magic trick requires only a few syllables with a simple mana model.

But now the smashing curse used by Merlin has been out of the category of magic tricks. There are 11 syllables in a smashing curse. The mana model is more complicated like a three-dimensional composition. It took Merlin 20 days to barely grasp it. it.

But in the magic textbook, the smashing spell is still a basic standard spell, or even a simpler one.

Those complex spells, such as protective spells, and more advanced transforming spells, are almost several times more difficult than smashing spells, which makes Merlin pessimistic about his prospects for learning magic.

He can only hold a magic book for 3 years. Even if it is optimistic, Merlin may not even learn one-third of the standard spells when he returns the book.

So Merlin made an important decision a few days ago, he no longer greedy too much, but chose some more important spells for him in the spell. As well as more practical potions and alchemy, as for the disciplines of divination, he can only give up with pain.

"boom"

Another crushing curse hit the fir in front of me, and with the cracking sound of the trunk, under the night, a silver light finally appeared in front of Merlin.

He put away his wand, turned into a black mist, and floated into the air. He looked at the thing in front of him, it was like a stick, and there were irregular cracks on the upper and lower ends of the stick, which seemed to indicate that the thing was incomplete.

It is part of something. Perhaps the three paragraphs of text on the back of parchment represent three things. Combining them together is a complete magical wonder.

Merlin thought while condensing his left hand, trying to remove the silver stick-like object that had merged with the trunk in front of him.

But at the moment his finger touched the silver short stick, a violent, bloodthirsty craziness, like a flowing force, rushed into Merlin's body frantically.

At that moment, the black mist of his incarnation suddenly rolled, forcibly withdrawing the finger that touched the silver short stick, and the next moment, he was safely in the dark mist drifting back to the ground.

Merlin panted violently, forcibly suppressing the desire to ruin in his heart.

His soul is getting stronger and stronger, and it is not difficult to suppress the desire for destruction that remains in his mind. He looked at his trembling fingers, with red scars on his fingertips, as if they were brand marks. In Merlin's vision, he could still see the red dots on his fingers.

It's like the ray of blood.

That thing, that strange thing, instinctively desires blood and killing. Thalia didn't lie to him. The secrets contained in the parchment were indeed a powerful and offensive magical wonder.

But the problem is that he doesn't dare to take risks now, because the thing in front of him is a bit evil.

He shook his fingers as if they were scalded. He once again turned into a black mist suspended in the air, and he carefully looked at the silver short stick embedded in the tree trunk in front of him. In Lingshi, he saw more details.

It's a metal stick with many strange characters on the surface. Probably the reason that was just contacted by Merlin. The characters of this stick still have a faint magic light. Merlin can't understand the words, but he vaguely remembers that he seems to have seen similar words in the magic book.

His upper body condensed in the air, reaching for the magic book, searching while looking at it. After a few minutes, Merlin found the source of these words.

"It's the Rune Rune... let me see what the text says?"

Merlin looked through the rune phrases in the magic book. This thing is very old. It is said that it appeared before the history of the wizards. It was widely spread in Northern Europe more than a thousand years ago. German people will also use this thing. And it seems to be a spiritual rune related to religion.

Merlin compared the runes on the stick and looked for similar phrases. Fortunately, he found several characters that he could understand. But the meaning of its combination makes Merlin even more puzzled.

"The word is, God's domain."

"Then, Asgard."

"Finally... the violent legion?"

Merlin put the books together. He looked at the evil thing in front of him. He said:

"Asgard...the spiritual residence of the Nine Kingdoms in the Nordic mythology, that is to say, you are related to the Nordic mythology, right?"

There was a flash of light in Merlin's eyes. He looked at the strange thing in front of him and whispered:

"you..."

"Is it really made by the legendary god?"

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