Chapter 22 The Magician [1]

The power of the Dark Court is not strong, which has been felt by Ma Hu since the moment he came into contact with Boss Ma. But the situation has come to this point. Without the support of the magicians, it is not enough to maintain the strength of the whole group. When temperament and strength do not match, this is indeed somewhat sad. Therefore, as the boss of a group, he must do something and make it a benefit for his younger brothers and lackeys.

Ma Hu doesn't mean to let his men take risks. This is not the behavior of a qualified boss. As the supreme leader of the whole group, even his best friends Sahili and Norton, at some point, he is playing all this in an obedifying role. No matter how many of them are stronger than people, and no matter what kind of secrets Sahili and Norton have in their hearts, at least they have united some of the Viking and Tauren warriors here.

Here, Tamsalu, has undoubtedly become a gunpowder-like place at this time.

Geodity Jiji found that many thin guys have recently entered Tamsalu City. At first, he didn't care, but because of Jiji Blacksmith and Tiger. House's good relationship makes him more concerned about the safety of the whole city. As the saying goes, both glory and loss, that's probably the case. It's just that after he reported to Ma Hu what he had seen, Boss Ma just nodded with a smile, and then gave him some gold coins to keep all this secret.

Then Gigi understood that those guys were not scum and scum at all, let alone adventurers in the chaotic city. They were magicians and magicians of the dark department. Calm, firm, cautious, and carefully use every syllable, like a painful and sad wailing bird. However, after the sadness, it was extremely gorgeous, which made people admire and admire, and at the same time, they were even more frightened.

"Christian, you said this should be a piece of paradise. Show me!" A slender guy's mouth is full of southern accents, and even some guys carry some thick Sarajevo dialects. If you don't pay attention, even the most sophisticated fried dough sticks will miss a lot of things.

"Although the unscrupulous scum of Shiruluk is a scum, he will never deceive me. Believe me, Weber, this is definitely the place to realize your ideals. There will be laboratories, servants, gold coins, all of which. Your research is a genius idea, isn't it? Give yourself a little confidence!"

Christian is much shorter than this guy named Weber. His brown hair and eyebrows, his eyes are always a little gloomy, and his skin is as white as a corpse. Like most magicians who are immersed in dark magic, he always looks anemic and dying.

"I just want that Tiger. House is not a visionless idiot lord. You know, we wasted too much time on the journey, although that time gave me a full theoretical opportunity. Webb kneaded his temple, as if to forget something, but the black robe was always swaying, and his arms were full of scars. This was a scar that an experimental madman magician should have. Obviously, there was an experimental madman in front of him.

Pain does not turn those scholars who pursue everything into poor people, but you know, the reason why people can bite crazily like a beast is that in addition to the ultimate power, if there is no external oppression, how can it be possible?

After all, no one wants to be a beast. If someone talks about himself like that, in addition to his inhumanity, it shows that he is also an oppressed person.

This is the reality, and it makes many poor people tirelessly pursue it. Whether it is truth or something else, in short, it will make people hope, and someone will pursue it. Then get lost in it and stop thinking about those troubles. Even if you finally go through fire and water, you still look like a guardian.

"I need to find a place to live, and it's better to have a sip of hot soup. Who says spring is warm in this damn weather? The idiot who said that should definitely die. Christian, who scolded, was a little anxious and cursed a few words, like a gray hyena, taking Weber into a small restaurant. Of course, the two people don't have extra money to pay for a delicious and hearty meal. They are dark mages. Many times, they are not as good as civilians.

Throughout the mainland, no country likes this kind of unique group. They always question authority and always challenge tradition. It is not too much for such people to be tied to the stake and burned a thousand times.

But here, Christian and Weber suddenly found that no one seemed to be surprised by their identity as black magicians, even a little surprised. Can't the people here even feel the style of the black magician?

Of course not.

Christian sensed something. Although the guys in front of him did not look like a group of good people or good birds, their peaceful and stable temperament was unmatched by any other place.

Fury vs. madness, madness vs. madness, it's fair.

So Christian felt the extraordinaryness of the city of Tamsalu first than Weber. The people here know the morality of fairness.

"What do you need?" The waiter of the restaurant does not seem to be a useless dareless bandit. The tall body, strong muscles, and the strength of Kong Wu when walking all reflect that this guy is a ** plus warrior. Have the soldiers here reached the point of flooding? Maybe, maybe not! Who knows.

"Uh... I'd like a glass of water, oh, another glass of rum. If possible, please help me heat it up. If there is a side dish, just serve two more dishes. Christian's eyes looked around. He always felt that it was full of weirdness, but the people around him still ignored them, as if they didn't exist, which more or less made the two poor magicians a little disappointed.

When did even magicians not like them as cabbage?

"Thank you."

The two guys were extremely satisfied with the waiter's fast service attitude, but they had no extra money to reward him, so they had to look at the waiter with embarrassment. Of course, the waiter did not give them a look because they didn't get the tip, but still respectfully poured them a cup of rum.

When the warm wine was drunk, there was a fierce spicy fragrance. Christian exclaimed, "I can't believe what a good rum it is!"

"Hahahaha..."

There was a sound of laughter around, and the extremely cheerful laughter. Christian scratched his head awkwardly, like a child who had done something wrong and hadn't spoken for a long time.

But those strong men said hospitably, "Magicians from other places, you have obviously never drunk such a delicious bar!" Come on, come on, join us in thanking Tiger for being brave, righteous and fair. Mr. House. Praise him!"

"Praise forever!"

There was a burst of echo around, making people's eyes fall to the ground.

The two magicians are as dull as wooden chickens, and a living person is treated by the gods? This is unheard of.

But who knows? Anyway, this scene happened vividly in front of us.

Weber swallowed his saliva, and he suddenly felt very excited about his performance this time, but this excitement made him pick up the wine glass tremblingly and take a sip gently. Originally, he would never drink that kind of bad rum, but the depressed dark magician was obviously not as good as a bankrupt little farmer. He felt a kind of happiness in an instant. The sharpness that penetrates to his lungs was simply the best.

He felt that it was really a pleasure to have this kind of enjoyment.

"I think my experiments and theories will come true. Really, Christian, I have this hunch, that's right, that's it!" Weber firmly took out the remaining two silver coins, then patted them on the table and said to the strong waiter, "Thank you for your service. Here is your tip."

The waiter still kept a smile, rubbed the silver coins twice, and made a crisp sound. The special loudness of the silver coins resounded in his pocket. The waiter bowed slightly and nodded to serve the others.

This is really an unforgettable place.

However, it was not only the two black magicians, Christian and Weber, who felt this strangeness and difference. When the necromancers poured into the city of Tamsalu, although they did not encounter flowers and applause, they did not turn their heads and rotten eggs. There is no reverence and no fear.

People don't seem to be afraid of necromancers at all. That desperate immunity makes those necromancers think that their legends have long been forgotten?

Unfortunate, this is Tamsalu City.

When some magicians who didn't know the importance wanted to prove his strength, he was soon knocked to the ground by a patrol team of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment, and then he was arrested for the crime of disturbing public security. As for the screams that always came out of the cell, I don't know if this was some guy venting his anger there. You should know that if something happens to a patrol, and all the members of the patrol team will take responsibility. Although the high salary is gratifying, it will naturally make people unhappy to be removed a little bit, especially in such a big environment.

The grumpy Tamsalu warriors have long been impatient with the fighting power that challenges their authority. What do they want to prove, and this is the best opportunity.

Life is alive, but that's all.

The next day, the magicians who wanted to be appreciated by the legendary man did their best to show their abilities there. Only Christian and Weber were like low-key modests, watching the magicians in the field show their strong and surging magic.

They don't come here to promote their strength and agdity, they come to promote their knowledge and research.

This kind of scholarly magician is often raised as a small animal, which is rare here.

However, it is obvious that low-key people will be noticed after all.

While most magicians are still proud that they can perform such a huge amount of magic in the cold north, Christian just treats all this calmly with his friends. They know that all this must slowly cool down so that the legendary man can listen to their research results.

"Totti, ask those two magicians to come to the side hall. I don't think these two guys are going to come to see their peers from afar!" Boss Ma stood up and had no extra time to look at the others, while Sahili, who was sitting above, turned his head and asked Ma Hu, "Tiger, is there anything wrong with those two guys?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just curious." Nodding, Ma Hu had turned around and left the hall. The magicians on the field collapsed a little. They didn't expect that the legendary man would flash people. They simply didn't take their magicians seriously.

But of course, the idiots from the Dark Court know that this man has that kind of capital, and more or less, because the poor idiot baron Shiruluk came here.

Sometimes there is no way to explain many things, especially when the examiner is a necromancer.

No one expected that it turned out to be in Tiger. Inside House, there was a necromancer, although the old man's face looked like a son.

At this moment, Charles Neine is full of noodles...

"Well, gentlemen, you must be eager to get the privileges and power you deserve, but it's a pity that something with other noble masters doesn't work here. Tamsalu's rules are different from those of rotten wood. If you can't stand it, you can take the initiative to leave here.

Charles's voice always seemed to be a little rotten wood rubbing there, which made Sahili a little helpless. He covered his expression and sighed helplessly, "This old man."

In the side hall, Christian and Webb stood quite cramped, next to the tall and handsome Sicilian handsome Totti. He pressed his palm on the hilt of the sword and stared at the front. This serious and formal feeling made the two magicians unconsciously swallow a mouthful of saliva.

It seems that Weber is a darker black magician than Christian, and Christian still has some sophistication.

"Sir, I don't know why you asked us to come here?" Christian asked uneasily.

Totti glanced at the two poor magicians and said coldly, "I don't know. Maybe it's for you to show your strengths, or maybe the boss is in a bad mood and wants to kill people."

The last sentence obviously made the two guys shiver, Tiger. House's reputation is not a strong man who advocates. He is really killed **. How can he make it clear in a few words with that kind of strength and domineering?

So when Totti spoke like this, the two were afraid and secretly alerted. However, Totti, a handsome man, just hummed, which dissipated the magic accumulated by the two guys a lot, not because he was interrupted, but because of the sense of powerlessness that made the two magicians give up resistance.

This is the gap in strength.

Although the group fighting magician is simply the best, if it is one-to-single, the magician is a cauliflower growing on a person's shoulder, and you can cut it as much as you want, that's all.

"Head!"

Totti suddenly stood up and made a military salute.

Boss Ma waved his hand and said, "Go outside and maintain order. As a deputy commander, you still have a lot to learn."

Sloppy doesn't want to pretend to be old, but in terms of the management and application of the army, I'm afraid that no one in the world can be compared with him, especially this kind of strength, which is almost an instinct of animal smell.

"You two are so indisputable that they must not be aggressive magicians. If I guess correctly, you two should be academic." Mr. Ma supported his head with one arm and said calmly to the side.

Weber nodded, and Christian took over and said, "The two of us do have some theories about experimental magic..."

Christian lowered his head slightly, neither too respectful nor too proud, which surprised Boss Ma.

"Well, give me a reason to keep you. You know, most lords don't like experimental magic very much, especially the kind of academic magician who wastes money like water! Well, you know, Tamsalu City is not a charity! The Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment is not a rabble. Waving his hand, he suddenly continued carelessly, "It's better to talk about the point as soon as you come up, so that I will be more satisfied."

Christian is about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Weber, who had been silent, said, "We found that if some different magic crystals are added to some black gunpowder of the dwarves, it will produce explosions with different effects and powers. In our experiments, at least it has been proved that the power of the crystallization of fire magic elements is ordinary dwarfs. Two hundred times the human gunpowder, which is equivalent to a volley of the dwarf musket brigade. Of course, the power of the crystallization of the rest of the magic elements is still being tested, but I have deduced all the theoretical basis and sorted it out into a small-scale manuscript.

Weber seemed to be very confident. When it came to his research, the guy said proudly, "I believe that my research will bring a qualitative leap to the battlefield changes in the whole world. At that time, there will be no need for piles of magicians on the battlefield, because as long as the archers are willing, they can wrap any one. The magical crystal of gunpowder shoots anywhere and produces unpredictable destructive power, and before that..."

"Before that, the so-called research that was not successful was just used to let people set off fireworks." Boss Ma interrupted Weber and said contemptuously, "Is this what you call research? Is it just the processing of dwarf gunpowder? Is this also a study?

"Of course not!" Weber ignored the hint of his friend Christian. Of course, Christian just told him not to be too arrogant, especially in front of this extremely arrogant man.

But he didn't expect that Weber still insisted, "We have designed a weapon that is more powerful and has a longer range than the dwarf musket. It is powerful enough to destroy any fortress and wall in the world. Of course, the premise is to use the improved dwarf gunpowder we invented."

Boss Ma's eyes lit up and asked, "Oh? What kind of weapon is it?

"Improved gunpowder cannon! Simply put, I personally call it artillery!"