Wizard God Seat

Al and Dimo ​​sat on the carriage, and after bidding farewell to Iron Hat Pound, Akatha and Eminem, they slowly left Red City under the carriage driven by Grote.

At this time, Iron Hat Pound and Akasha looked at the three Al who left, and slowly said: "Akasha, Al has helped us a lot."

Nodding, Akasha said: "Yes, it's a pity that we can't repay him. Compared to Al and the others, our ability is far too worth mentioning."

"Akasha, you should also know that I don't have a surname, so..."

Looking at Iron Hat Pound with some doubts, Aksha couldn't understand what Iron Hat Pound wanted to say.

Seeing Aksha's puzzled expression, Iron Hat Pound thought for a while and said, "Akasha, I will be named Grant from now on, and our children will also use Grant as the last name. What do you think?"

Aksha nodded suddenly, and said: "Just like a retainer to a nobleman, is it given the noble surname? I think it's not bad. In that case, we will be named Grant from now on. This is a rare one. Last name, I haven't heard of any nobleman with this surname before."

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Sitting on the carriage, Al’s body became blurred from time to time, and then became solid again. About four or five attempts, Al’s body suddenly rotated like a whirlpool, and it melted in the blink of an eye. For a black cat with one missing front paw, he squatted on the carriage seat.

Al looked at the body of the black cat that he had turned into, spinning again, returning to the original human appearance. He looked at his missing right arm, and said with some doubts: "According to the records of witchcraft, this kind of druid The transformation witchcraft transformed by the transformation technique can ignore the physical disability, but why the black cat that I turned into is the same as the human form but lacks the right arm."

Listening to Al's words, Dimo ​​pursed his mouth and asked tentatively, "Master Grant, is there something wrong with the black cat form? After all, black cats are very magical ordinary creatures. ."

Frowning slightly, Al nodded and said, "There is such a possibility, if so..."

As soon as the voice fell, Al's body turned again. He turned into a frog, a black dog, and an eagle, but without exception, both the frog and the black dog lacked the right limbs. The Eagle is even more direct but lacks the right wing, and can't even fly.

Restored to a human form, Al thought for a while, and once again became a snake, a centipede, and an ordinary herring. In these changes, the snake didn’t care about it. The centipede and herring were not lost as Al imagined. Some insect feet or a fish fin, as for the snake, changed completely.

"call out!"

Al transformed into a human form. He looked at his lost right arm and guessed: "From this point of view, the effect of transformation witchcraft has a lot to do with my thoughts. I think it is similar to the right arm. The parts will be missing.

But like the insect feet of centipedes, or the fins of fish, the parts that I don’t have in contact with my lost right arm will not be missing, but there are no limbs like snakes. There is no problem.

From this point of view, it’s not that my Transfiguration Witchcraft is different from Rona’s, but... the problem lies with me. The same is that without the limbs, other wizards can change freely, but I There will be a lack of recognition of the changes in the right arm. Is there any difference between my right arm and other physically disabled people? "

Regarding Al's experiments and speculations, Dimo ​​was completely out of touch, or he could not answer Al's questions at all, so he didn't speak any more, just took it quietly.

At this time, Al, looking at the position of his broken arm, continued to mutter to himself: "Speaking of which, I didn't feel pain after the broken arm, and the place where the arm was broken seems to have never existed. In fact, if my broken arm is really broken, it can be regenerated with my current physical fitness, but the reality is that there is no response at the broken arm. So, my right arm is not broken. That simple question."

Al kept thinking, but didn't think about any helpful results.

But at this moment, Grote, who was driving outside, suddenly said to Al: "Master Grant, there are people ahead, fighting. What should we do? The road is narrow, and we can't make a detour."

Hearing Grot’s words, Al stopped thinking for a while. He raised his head and looked out through the crystal glass of the carriage, but he saw that there were people fighting in front of him. Seven people dressed as assassins were besieging a middle man in broken armor. The young knight, it can be seen that the seven assassins and the middle-aged knight are bloodline knights, each with their own extraordinary bloodlines, especially the seven assassins, as can be seen from their actions~www.mtlnovel .com~ Their extraordinary bloodlines are very close, or even the same at all.

"Grote, stop the carriage, we don't get here."

Obtaining Al's order, Grote immediately tightened the reins, causing the horse that was ranked among the first-class supernatural creatures to stop, standing in place and making a few sniffles.

At this time, Al looked at the people fighting in front of him and asked Dimo: "Dimo, do you know what the guys fighting in front are?"

Dimo looked at the people in front of him carefully, shook his head lightly, and said, "Master Grant, I have not been out of the teacher for a few years. I only know the outline of the major forces on the Western Continent. There is no There are no badges and no marks, but I can’t see where they came from."

Nodding clearly, Al said to Dimo: "It doesn't matter, we don't plan to join in anyway, just let them go."

While Al and the others were talking, the seven assassins and the middle-aged knight over there also saw Al and them. Seeing this, the middle-aged knight immediately resisted the pursuit of the seven assassins, while facing Al and the others. Ran, shouted to Al and them loudly: "The person in front, I am the prince Mad of the Lanwen Kingdom, I beg for your help, if you can save me, then I will pay you enough! "

Hearing what the middle-aged knight said, Al raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Made? What a shame? No wonder he was chased and killed. Leave him alone. If he dares to approach us casually, you just kill Grote He is it."

As soon as Al's words fell, before Grot agreed, Dimo ​​suddenly said: "Master Grant, wait a minute, if this person can, it would be better to save him."

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