Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

He suddenly realized that he might have exposed all his information from the very beginning.

The magician in front of him was an existence far beyond his imagination.

Hassan the Cursed Wrist smiled bitterly, and replied with a sigh: "Six days ago, I myself never thought that there would be a day to return to my homeland."

Six days, almost the time when the Lion King drifted into this world, Hall nodded: "The world will not summon servants for no reason, as a hope to respond to people's inner prayers, on the contrary, the appearance of servants in this world itself is a It can already show that an abnormal disaster is happening here."

"what do you mean···"

"You will know soon, and the answer just now didn't lie to you. I just want to find a shelter temporarily. If I have to say something else, I will probably visit your first generation once."

"The first generation!? Do you know the first generation?" Hassan the Cursed Wrist was so startled that his heart almost stopped beating.

In the first generation, for him, it was a more terrifying existence than death.

"I don't know him, I just know his existence. The first and last old man of the mountain, the one who killed Hassan."

The original Hassan killed all Hassans who deviated from the road in the past. His appearance often meant Hassan's death, so he was also the last Hassan.

"Isn't that very clear!" Hassan the Cursed Wrist asked angrily.

"Don't worry, you don't need to do anything, and I won't break your rules. I will find the Yazrael Temple by myself."

"..."

Hassan the Cursed Wrist wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said no more.

Even in this era, only a very small number of people in the church and Hassan in the past know the existence of the first generation. Outsiders know the meaning of the existence of the first Hassan itself can represent many things.

If Hall had been the original guest, his offense just now might have resulted in death.

East Village is a village established by refugees from the Holy Land. It does not exclude outsiders, but the faces of outsiders in Hall are somewhat eye-catching.

The mantra introduced in a pitiful tone: "Most residents of this village are refugees who have lost their hometown, and they feel the hardships of travelers. As you can see, this is a barren mountainous area, and there is basically nothing except quietness."

"It can be seen that it is not a livable place."

"No way, although most of the villagers were persecuted by the holy land, they also wanted to be closer to the holy land, so they established villages in such places. After I was summoned, I became the guardian of this village. Busy cleaning up the monsters and bandits around the village."

"Need my help?"

Curse-Wrist Hassan looked at Hall unexpectedly, he had the impression that magicians are not so easy to talk, he hesitated: "Although I don't want to admit it, what this village needs most now is the power of you magicians, on behalf of the village The residents thank you from the bottom of their hearts.”

"correct."

Hall took out the crystallized artificial phantom beast from his pocket and handed it to Hassan the Cursed Wrist: "I will lend it to you for a while. If it is there, you don't have to worry about monsters attacking the village."

"This is it!" Hassan shook his hand after taking over the man-made phantom beast's cursed wrist, and almost threw the gemstone in his hand. He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from this gemstone that looked like an ornament, and his soul could feel it. to oppression.

Alien breath, but it doesn't belong to the same level as the monsters he cleaned up.

His accursed arm ached as it touched the gem, a signal of greed and thirst.

This shows that this thing is at least a spirit body at the level of a follower.

Could it be a divine beast?Or a dragon?

"It's my familiar." Hall said casually.

Cursed Arm Hassan saw that the gemstone in his hand didn't move, and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's a great help. With its existence, there is no need to worry about monsters invading this land. The residents here can finally live a peaceful life."

After calming down, Hassan touched his chest and bowed to Hall to express his gratitude: "Then, let me take my leave first, and just borrow your familiar to clean up some monster's lairs. There are not many residents in this village. You can Choose your place of residence."

"it is good."

Hall found a spiritual vein in the East Village, which is relatively remote. Although there is not much magic power flowing, it is better than nothing.

In front of me is a dilapidated house, with wood as the pillars, stone as the filling, and mud as the wall. It is similar to an old rural house. The outer wall is tattered, exposing the stone inside, and there are weeds all around.

When Hall was thinking about how to build his own magic workshop, he felt someone approaching. He turned around and saw a barefooted little girl, who looked at Hall with curiosity and timidity.

"that···"

Huoer Wen smiled and said, "Is there anything you can do with me?"

"Is the eldest brother a guest of Uncle Cursed Wrist?"

"almost."

"Do you want to live here?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

The little girl urged urgently: "Then brother, it's better not to choose this place."

"why?"

"I don't know, but I heard from adults that there seem to be ghosts here, and before Uncle Curse Wrist came here, monsters often invaded here at night."

Hall knew it well, and it was no wonder that in this barren mountainous area where spiritual veins were rare, even slightly advanced beasts would be attracted by the spiritual veins.

It is also because of the existence of spiritual veins that it is easier to form an existence similar to wraiths.

Hall squatted down, rubbed the little girl's hair and said with a smile, "Good boy, but my brother is a friend of Uncle Cursed Wrist, so you can solve ghosts and monsters in one or two strokes."

"Really?" The little girl opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief.

Hall smiled and stretched out his hand, a pale yellow glow formed in his palm, which condensed into a gemstone—Earth Elemental Spirit.

It flew to the location of the spirit vein, emitting a radiant light, and the soil and sand on the ground changed rapidly.

A white light suddenly appeared, and the hazy light and shadow revealed vague human facial features. They bared their teeth and claws, as if they were threatening the earth elemental spirits to leave.

"Ah! It's appeared! It's a real ghost!" The little girl was so frightened that she hurriedly hid behind Hall and poked her head out.

Seeing that the earth elemental elf was calm and unhurried, the light yellow glow continued to spread, easily defeating the white light's body, and began to build the magic workshop again.

"Disappeared?" The little girl rubbed her eyes.

Hall patted her head and said with a smile: "Now you believe it."

"Brother is amazing!"

The little girl nodded vigorously, with a little more reverence in her eyes.

Hall smelted a gem, absorbed the earth element spirit and sealed it inside, drew an original rune symbolizing blessings on it, made a string of necklaces and put them on the little girl's neck: "This is a gift from me , I hope you will not forget to maintain a kind heart even in difficult times."

Hall made the shape of the gemstone very beautiful, and patted the little girl's head: "It can protect you when you encounter difficulties, and it will also protect your body from diseases. Only you can see the existence of this necklace." .”

"Ok!"

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With earth elemental elves and alchemy, it is not difficult to build a simple magic workshop.

The earth elemental spirits can control the land as they wish, easily open up a cave that can live in people, and make simple stone furniture by the way.

Hall uses alchemy to engrave the base of the magic workshop, integrating the functions of expelling people, defending, collecting magic power, etc. into one.

Although Hall has inexhaustible magic power, when the star cup cannot be used, the output rate of magic power is similar to that of a small water pipe. It is usually stored, and it is barely enough for one person. After summoning the servant, the burden will become quite large. reluctantly.

Before dusk came, Hall finally built a reasonably comfortable magic workshop for life and research.

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"The heretic magician's familiar... No, now is not the time to worry about this. If it can protect the village, I will not hesitate to use the power of the heretic. Yes, I have already had this awareness."

The cursed arm Hassan stood on the rock on the top of the mountain, the eyes under the skull mask were looking at his right arm. His talent was mediocre, and he could become the cursed arm that Hassan cheated from the demon god.

The wind lifted his black cloak, and his eyes saw the wandering hordes of monsters at the foot of the mountain.

Some are undead, some are monsters bred in this land, and some are swarms of crawling insects.

According to the mountain people, although monsters often appear, the frequency is far less frequent than it is now. Various signs indicate that the world is undergoing tremendous changes.

Hassan's eyes flashed fiercely, and the follower appeared in response to people's prayers. If the mountain people still needed his power, he would not hesitate to be smashed to pieces.

Hunting begins.

Curse Arm Hassan took out the artificial phantom beast he got from Hall, and said, "Follow your Lord's promise, use it for me, and wipe out all the monsters in front of you."

The gemstone released a dazzling light, which floated into the air from Hassan's hand, and the light turned into a blue flame. With a neighing sound, a dragon horse with flames jumped out, with its head raised and roaring, a majestic and mighty horse.

At the foot of the mountain, the monsters who heard the roar were frightened and fled in panic.

The artificial phantom beast turned into a blue light and shot out, its body was burning with flames, and flew to the fleeing monsters at the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye, stepped over their bodies, and the flames with the concept of dragon's breath devoured all the monsters and burned them to ashes .

"I didn't expect it was really a dragon."

Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, opened his mouth wide and murmured in disbelief. He looked at the dagger he had just taken out of his arms, and his forehead was wet with cold sweat. The monster that took him 10 minutes to solve was destroyed by the artificial fantasy beast like paper.

"It seems that this time I can go back to the village early."

Cursed Arm Hassan took the artificial phantom beast to clean up the monsters around East Village. The artificial phantom beast left behind the breath of a dragon, so there is no need to worry about another monster invading the village in a short time.

Going back to the village, Hassan the Cursed Wrist found that there was a fire in the village, and the villagers were all gathered in the open space of the village, lining up in a long line, not knowing what they were doing.

Cursed Wrist Hassan walked over and asked a villager, "What happened?"

"Ah, it's Mr. Cursed Wrist. We are all queuing up to get water. Now we finally don't have to worry about water shortage."

"Get water?"

"Master Curse Wrist doesn't know yet. The guest you brought back built a deep well for us. According to that lord, there is no need to worry about the well drying up, and the water drawn from that well is sweet and delicious. Drinking it directly is simply a gift from God."

Another village name echoed: "That's right ~ that's right ~, obviously the water from other wells in the village is bitter and astringent, hard to swallow."

"You have to be ready to return the gift."

"There are still some hares we caught yesterday."

Listening to the excited words of the villagers, Hassan the Cursed Wrist nodded silently, withdrew from the crowd, and followed the villagers' instructions to find Hall's magic workshop, a simple cave.

He sensed the aura of magic, and he didn't rush into it: "Mr. Magician, Hassan the Cursed Arm is here to return your familiar."

Inside the cave, Hall, who was constructing the summoning ceremony, sensed Hassan's cursed arm, stretched and stood up, and said to himself depressedly: "This is life in the Middle Ages. If I'm not a magician, I might not be able to bear it."

Hall walked out of the cave and saw Hassan the Cursed Wrist. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't need it during this period. Besides, it also wants to move outside."

"Since Your Majesty the Magician said so, I will not hesitate to continue to borrow your familiar. Also, thank you for the well you built for the village, which solved the water source problem in the village."

Hall nodded and said, "It's a little effort. After all, I will live here for a while. If the environment improves, I will live comfortably. Tomorrow I will continue to improve the fields in the village to ensure sufficient food."

"You are really a strange magician. Although you are a magician, you are willing to help ordinary people." Hassan the Curseman sighed. The magicians he met before and after his life were basically deviant from humanity.

"For a magician, that's hardly a compliment."

"Excuse me, your Excellency has just established a magic studio, and there must be many problems to be solved. I am only an Assassin, and I can't provide any help in the field of magic, so I won't continue to disturb you. If there is anything necessary, please ask."

"I will."

Hall nodded politely.

For the next week or so, Hall basically lived in seclusion and arranged a summoning ceremony.

The general summoning ceremony is okay, but the problem is that what Hall intends to summon is not an ordinary servant.

Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows - Scathach.

It's not a follower, but the spirit base of the god of Skaha's peak period to summon him.

Originally, it was almost impossible to contract a servant at the level of a god, let alone summon.

Solomon's summoning made the impossible possible.

However, the magic power of summoning the gods and providing the existence of the gods is naturally undertaken by Hall, and a large amount of magic power needs to be reserved.

The reason why Hall wanted to summon Scathach was also to fulfill the promise he had made to her.

In the Fourth Holy Grail War, he promised Scathach to find an opponent who could kill her. Although Hall had already killed her once, he had only promised to inform him about the existence that could kill her.

Simply send the Buddha to the west, it just so happens that Skaha can also come in handy as a follower.

Chapter 323 The Scream of Restraint

There are two types of gods in the Xingyue world.

The first kind, as a symbol of nature, the tentacles of Gaia are mostly the concept of a certain natural phenomenon, or the materialization of a certain concept, and at the same time, there may be multiple concepts in one.

Take Ishtar as an example. She is the goddess of Venus and the ruler of harvest, war and destruction.

The second type is the god of turning around. As the name suggests, it is transformed from human beings. Most of them are saviors worshiped as beliefs, and very few of them jump out of causal matters due to various reasons.

The Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows, Skaha, belongs to the latter. Killing too many gods made her smell of too many gods, and she suffered from the karma of karma. She was cursed by the gods and the world and approached the inside of the world.

No matter which one is good, with the development of the times and the improvement of human cognition, the mysteries that have reached saturation have begun to shrink, and the laws of the universe that govern this planet are changing to the current laws of physics.