The Wizard World

In the dark, I don’t know how long it has been.

Angrid slowly opened his eyes.

A noisy noise came into his ears.

Surrounded by clean streets, people come and go, busy, he is standing in the middle of the street, the body is hit by the passing pedestrians from time to time.

The bright sun dyed the entire street in gold. Around the street is a gray-white building.

Hey.

In front of the right side of Angley, a pharmacy buddy is pouring water from the pot. A few pedestrians who passed by were slightly avoided.

The greenish waste water is drenched on the gray floor tiles, and the ground is wetted and blackened in an instant.

The strange man looked at Angley on the street in front of the store and looked back at the basin.

"Here is" Angrid frowned and looked around.

Surrounded by pure European-style architecture, there are also European-style tank lights on both sides of the street. In the past, pedestrians were also dressed in linen and silk, and occasionally they saw some mercenary men and women wearing leather armor and hand-woven rattan.

"Hey, why?" A red-haired man smiled and slaps a shot on Angris' shoulder. "Why are you standing here? Go to the trade union and report it!"

Angliel looked at the man in front of him.

The red-haired man's doubtful stretched out and shook in front of Angley's eyes. "Isn't it a sleepy stupid? When you come back from the ruins, you will fall like a pig. You fall down and sleep. The heads are still waiting for us at the union. Hurry! Don't grind!" He pushed Angri.

"Oh." Angley's eyes flashed and nodded.

The two men turned against the flow of people and turned to the south side of the street. While walking, the red-haired man was still talking about the tremendous harvest and experience of this expedition. All the credits had his proud appearance.

Angrid still hasn't figured out the situation, he can only listen to this person quietly. He carefully looked at the red-haired man.

Brown leather pants boots. A brown soft leather vest that accentuates strong muscles. The face is handsome, and there are tiny scars on the right corner of the eye. Comes with a striking red short hair. It is completely a young mercenary who has not experienced much.

"At that time, the head of the group had not shouted, and I was ready to rush out! At that time, I only saw a flash of red light, and I heard a shout from behind me: 'Rockton!!' I can't think too much! I 狠狠The violent bear slammed into the ground, and Gris rushed up and gave the bear a hammer. The last violent bear finally solved it completely! At that time, I clearly saw the head smiled and appreciated me. I dare Bet, that's definitely the best time of my life!" Red-haired Rockton's face flashed a fascinating sigh, in his endless bragging. Anglia finally walked to a double-column white stone building.

The building's gates are wide open, and most of them are servants who are temperamental. The two are standing in this group of people.

Angliel noticed that he was no longer wearing a red robe. Instead, he wore a set of brown, soft-skinned leather armor with five silver-black daggers on his back and bare shoulders. The wrist has two black-gray metal wristbands.

Walking into the architectural hall, there is a round table in the crowd, like a blossoming brown mushroom.

On the side of the wall is the counter, and the service lady standing behind the white skirt and black sleeves, from time to time, the waiter came out from the side of the counter with the food. Go to the round table.

At the table, a table of different mercenaries, some bragging while drinking. Some maps on the table are frowned. There are also people who are playing with their legs and playing cards. Of course, the most common type is the type of squatting.

Angley roughly scanned the entire hall and was pulled by Redhead Lockton to a round table.

"Hey, Captain Rockton and Saladin are back!" The red-haired smirked two times, and the hippie smile pulled Angley and sat down at the table.

There were two people sitting on the table, one man and one woman. The man was covered in a black cloak and his face was in the shadow of the hood. The woman wore a hard black leather armor, like wearing a heavy metal armor, sitting in a position, powerful, with a wide-blade sword on the palm of her hand, showing a faint rust on the blade. red.

On one side of the wall, there is also a delicate woman with long black hair. The woman’s black hair is softly draped over her shoulder. One hand throws a curved dagger, and one hand rests behind the wall, giving a kind of Lazy and calm temperament.

The woman's eyes swept over the red hair and Angri, and her brows were slightly wrinkled.

"Salatin hasn't recovered yet? It's very troublesome to be slapped by a violent bear on the head. It seems that it is very troublesome to recover. That mission was arranged by Marlendo."

"No problem." The woman wearing a black body armor replied in silence. "But how could this be so urgent and ask us to go out of the task? Only two days later, my Tomahawk has not been repaired, and some are too urgent."

"Alright, the situation has been tense recently. This frequency is still normal. After all, the rewards are much higher than before." The black-haired woman faintly moved her eyes to the gloomy man. "Wodo, how is your preparation for medicine?"

"The paralyzed remedy can't be replenished for a short time. The bursting remedy and the poisonous pharmacy are ready. Other time to recover the remedy is not enough. You can only buy some supplements from other places. It's just a bit of a hassle for this price." Gloomy man whispering "You also know that the recent situation is tense, and the price of such consumables has risen at a high level. The cost of our mission is too high."

The black-haired woman frowned and whispered about the other supplies of Wodo. The two asked each question, which was extremely fast and simple.

Anglia sat quietly listening.

Since entering here, he has begun to observe the world around him cautiously.

From the flow of people in the street, Angrid quickly judged that this is a barren world like the West Coast, and the energy elements in the air are weak. The strength of people here is also weak.

After entering this place like the mercenary hall, he swept all the people present. The strongest of them are the three white robes sitting in the left corner, with three levels of fluctuations.

Then there is a middle-aged woman behind one of the counters, which is roughly fluctuating in the secondary crystallization level.

Finally, almost three people are secondary liquefaction. One of them is the dark-haired woman standing by the wall. They are now the heads of this small group.

"Salatin? Saladin?? Hera is asking you? Saladin?" The red hair began to reach out and swayed in front of Anglia.

"Oh what?" Angley returned to God. In the current situation, he has some suspicions and plans.

The black-haired woman frowned. "The material identification of our Blackbird Group depends on you. Your identification has been promoted last time. What is the current situation?"

Angliel gave a slight glimpse and didn't know what to say. He is completely unclear what is the identification technique, and it seems that he seems to be replacing the position of a character in the blackbird group.

"Fortunately," he replied vaguely, pretending to be a dizzy look. Anyway, I believe in his knowledge and database. In addition to scanning judgment, the area identification material should be no problem.

"It's fine." The brunette woman began to discuss with the other members about the mission in detail.

Anglia sat quietly listening, and after a short time, he got a general understanding of the situation around him.

He is a member of the Blackbird Group. Do the work of identifying the treasures of various materials. It is an indispensable member of the regiment.

The Blackbirds are a little-known mercenary group in this group of Huicheng, specializing in the expeditionary inspection missions issued by the nobility in the city. I just came back from outside the city this time. I did not expect to go out to continue the task.

Angliamo licked the brown wooden cup in his hand. The rough texture on the top was slightly rough. He picked up the wooden cup and gently licked the wine inside. There was only a touch of wine, and the rest was a strong sour taste.

The elbow pillow is on the wooden table, and the skin of the ** is close to the table with some moisture, and there is a hint of cold touch.

Mastered the general situation. Anglia was too lazy to listen to the conversations of several people around him, and his eyes swam in the hall.

In front of the counter, two slender young men and women, a pair of travellers dressed in gray robes, are leaning against the counter and the waiter has a set of words. Perhaps it is a set of intelligence.

On the gray wall on the side, three black metal plates are hung, with fine text on it, and some exquisite badge marks. It seems to be a certificate such as a business certificate and a license.

A set of trumpet models is suspended on the left side of the wall. It is composed of green diamond-shaped crystals, and there is a hint of green light flowing from time to time.

Time passed slowly, from morning to noon.

Hera’s head, Hera, called several food plates. Everyone quickly solved the lunch and ordered to disband. They set off at night.

Anglia and a few other members chatted a few words, and when they greeted, they left the hall alone.

Standing at the gate, looking at the flow of people in front of the flow of water, Ang Lie frowned, some inexplicable about his situation.

"Where is it here? Even the blood of the prostitute in the peak period can't sense the existence of other spaces. Is it true that the ** is completely in the world of infinite ancestor?" He stood by the door and leaned back against the wall for a time.

"So what is the meaning of my entry into the world? If the information of the Thousand-headed Bird is not wrong, it is inferred that it is likely to be the world of the infinite ancestor, or more likely to be shaped by his memory." The world. So what do I have to do to understand the roots of no roots?"

A large amount of information continues to flow through his mind, and a large number of logical guesses are generated and eliminated. The chip continuously collects data samples from the surrounding voids, but the conclusions drawn are all meaningless parameters.

"The source of no roots, the source of no roots, I can't even figure out what is the source of no roots." Angley's heart was irritated.

what! !

Suddenly there was a scream in the street ahead. Angley looked up.

A white silver-bred carriage was rushing toward a little boy in the center of the street, and a middle-aged woman shouted in horror.

The boy seems to be being scared, and standing in the middle of the road, do not know dodge.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed.

Hey!

The black shadow and the little boy were knocked out more than ten meters together, lying on the ground, and the red and sticky blood slowly came out from under the body.

The crowd suddenly went up.

"No gas" A white-haired man stood up and shook his head. The people on the scene are a pity.

The carriage had already accelerated to escape at this time and was not known.