Self-cultivation of dragon set

"A magician does not seek instructions from God, because what we believe in is ourselves."

The old voice of Archmage Star Alderman echoed in the tower of the Archmage, and the room where his lifelong knowledge legacy was stored has turned into a bright galaxy.

The Milky Way separates the dark sky, and the sun rises from the east side of the Galaxy River, and after half a circle in the sky, it sinks into the west of the River.As the sun sets and the moon rises, a crescent moon as thin as scratches rises along the trajectory of the sun, changing from thin to wide in the sky, just like the face of the moon god Ariana who changes twelve times a day. Gradually thinned into a waning moon, also submerged in the Milky Way.

The brilliance of the sun and the moon illuminate the galaxy, prompting eternal stars to jump out of it, and arrange them vertically and horizontally in the sky, forming lifelike human or animal forms, which are the constellations; and those constellations are densely packed together, The edge of the boundary is blurred, and only the sky is full of stars, like a coast full of silver sand, quiet and gentle, tolerant of everything.

This is the long-lost starry sky magic in ancient magic, and it is the last legacy of Star Lord Star Alderman.

Tens of thousands of years have passed since the mage tower lost its owner, and many of its precious magic props and scrolls have been lost.However, Oldman's last spiritual imprint and the essence of his lifelong knowledge remained in this tower, and he finally waited for an heir who could inherit his will and pass on his starlight magic.

The heir chosen by him was sitting quietly among the stars, his pale face was illuminated by the starlight, his short black hair fluttered in the starlight, revealing his severe facial features.Even though he closed his eyes and just sat quietly like this, his whole body exuded an admirable aura, and the starlight in the sky seemed to be his foil.

And when he opened his eyes, his sculpture-like figure suddenly became flexible, and his firm and deep eyes reflected a little bit of starlight, so bright that people dare not look at them closely.Under the scanning of those eyes, the starry sky seemed to lose its sense of mystery, revealing the essence and laws of power within, allowing him to interpret and grasp it.

Glass Mower stood up, grabbed the air with his slender and powerful right hand, and the endless starry sky turned into a small black cube, and after being held firmly by him, it turned into a light silver cube on the skin graphics.

"Ancient magic is so broad and profound that it doesn't need communication elements or prayers to the gods. It can be mastered by human beings alone..." He stood up, clenched his right hand, and briefly described the spiritual power in his mind. In the scenery he saw just now, there were dots of starlight around him, which made his figure more mysterious and tall.

This inexplicable aura is the aura of the protagonist.As long as this halo shines on him, no matter how inconspicuous he appears, his enemies and followers will pull him out of the dark corners, and then push him to become the protagonist of a tragicomedy.

Even he himself does not know whether what he will face next is amazing wealth or a terrible enemy.

The door of the mage tower was pushed open from the inside, and a little bit of sunlight penetrated through the branches and leaves, and fell on Glass's handsome face, and even more illuminated his slightly parted lips.The high-pitched roars of all kinds of monsters suddenly echoed in the forest, among which were mixed with sad and angry human voices: "Which bastard attracted this monster!"

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The sending distance of the teleportation talisman was neither too far nor too short, and it happened to teleport Bai from the mage tower in the middle of the forest back to the safety zone on the outer edge.When his feet landed on the thick leaves, the screams of the man in the tower echoed in his ears, and he felt much better.

Don't blame him for being cruel, even the protagonist has to suffer several times when he is weak.The more times you are tricked, the easier it is to learn from it and evolve to the final form sooner, right?Bai hooked the corners of his lips, and the gloomy air in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes swayed, turned over and sat on the highest branch, and continued to read the black leather booklet with the light of light falling from the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Although it was a bit of a blow to fall from the protagonist to the dragon in one step, but a cheat is a cheat, and having it is better than not having it.Helping the protagonist level up is to earn him a few more lives. This kind of win-win thing, he has already forged a hatred of killing his father and taking his wife with the protagonist, why not do it?

Heaven will send great missions to people, and they must first suffer from their minds and wills, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their skin, empty their bodies, and mess up their actions. Therefore, the heart and tolerance have benefited what they can't do.Mencius is not wrong in what he said, young man from another world, let me teach you how to be a protagonist who bears destiny!

He leaned on the branch full of envy and jealousy, and flipped through the pages that followed.A part of this book is actually locked, and Bai can only read the first few pages.In addition to the initial world rules, the next two pages are all requirements for him, or the ideas for activities provided to him.

As a player, his activities are not limited to camps, so he can choose from face-slapping, food delivery, portable or firm friends.You can also combine the strengths of these major schools, bind the protagonist from his infancy, and care for his growth in all aspects—usually challenge him as an old enemy, but in private, use him as an unfathomable elder. Guide step by step to the top of the world, until the end to tear off the face, revealing the evil face of the final boss.

He is really unwilling to let him concentrate on hugging the thigh of the little magician who has only met once, and be a loyal dog friend who can only activate the protagonist's ability after death.It's better to take the route of both good and evil. If you are happy, you can brush up your favorability, and if you are unhappy, you can abuse the protagonist from time to time, so you don't have to wrong yourself too much.Anyway, whichever camp you choose, you will die. As long as you arrange more side plots, it is not a big deal to die a few times... right?

After he determined the route he was going to take in the future, the pages at the back of the booklet that were still unable to be opened turned back automatically, and finally stopped at almost halfway.The pages of the book are not filled with the rules and guidance as densely as before. There is only one simple sentence: Branch plot [-]: Warcraft outside the mage tower (unfinished)

The unfinished words in brackets are as bright red as blood, as if a pair of blood-red beast eyes are staring at Bai, asking him if he wants to further maintain this branch line, or expand it into more branch plots.

There is still half a month left for this trial to end. In addition to completing this branch, maybe he still has the opportunity to create a few more branch plots.The earlier the ten sub-plots are created, the earlier he will be safe. Bai stared at the line for a long time, then squinted his eyes suddenly, closed the booklet with a "snap", and said to himself: "Done!"

Once he made up his mind, he quickly turned over and got off the tree, took out the compass to determine the direction, and ran quickly in the direction of the Tower of Stars.From where he landed to the center of the forest where the mage tower is located, it would take two or three days to calculate the distance in a straight line. On the way, he had to pass through the sphere of influence of many monsters. It was easy to get out.

Alas, the teleportation scroll is really cool for a while, and I will regret it when I get it back.

Bai Across sighed, put his mental power into the air, felt the information from the surrounding plants while walking, and was ready to deal with the monsters at any time.

——This is one of the divine spells bestowed by the God of Agriculture. It can communicate with the hearts of plants and trees, and understand the world farther away through them.Although it is not as good as the elves' plant-friendly talent, it is simpler than the magician's way of driving elements or releasing mental power to explore the surroundings, and it can also save mental power and magic power.Relying on this kind of induction, he avoided many monsters along the way, and he was able to deal with them in advance when he couldn't avoid them, and passed the day and night safely.

Before dawn, Bai felt a slender and tender elm branch pressing down from the top of his head, and the branches and leaves rustled in his ears, sending him the news from afar: Glass Mower had found Yes, and it's by the river less than two kilometers away.

Bai Akros suddenly lost all sleepiness, a carp jumped up from the ground, hastily put the tent and blankets into the space ring, and before changing clothes, it flew towards the river with its hair loose.

On the other side of the [-]-meter-wide river, more than a dozen monsters had gathered, and more corpses were scattered not far away. Blood flowed across the river, staining the river red.Wrapped in the midst of these monsters were two teenagers, the domineering one was Glass Mower whom he had seen outside the mage's tower, and the other was gentle and refined... If he guessed correctly, it was The good friend of the protagonist, Serpentine Eckert, who died at the end of the book in order to inspire the protagonist's potential.

He really deserves to be a good friend, even if it is not the plot line in the original book, he can be summoned.

Bai lay down among the branches, carefully observing the scuffle below.His right hand was already on the bowstring, silently chanting the name of Hawthorne, the god of agriculture, and his divine power condensed into a light arrow at his fingertips, aiming at the battlefield below.

The monsters on the river bank had already formed a big circle, wrapping the two people in the middle.

Glass's fingertips were entwined with the power of the stars he had just grasped, and slender rays of light were pulled out from the colorless stars, intertwined into a net, and chopped up all monsters and even magical elements that broke into the light net.Serpentine next to him is an orthodox wind magician. The wind elements gather around him to form a shield, and he cooperates very well with Glass in attack and defense.

However, there were too many monsters around, and there was a slight mistake in the cooperation between the two, and an extremely fast red-eyed flying squirrel broke through the wind shield and rushed straight to Glass's slender neck.

But the star net in his hand had just caught a group of fang-toothed hyenas that threatened them the most, and he really couldn't spare the strength to deal with the flying squirrel.If Thurbertine turned the wind shield around to protect him, it would most likely lead to a bigger hole in the protection, and both of them might be in danger.

I can only take a bite.

Glass made a decision in the blink of an eye, calmly took a step back, and shrugged his shoulders to block his neck.Just when he was about to bear the sharp teeth of the red-eyed flying squirrel, a gust of sharp wind whizzed from upwind, leaving a slender afterimage in his eyes, and then pierced through the flying squirrel's head fiercely, knocking it down into the soil.

As soon as Thurbertine's warning sound came out, this short battle was already settled.Grass held the star light tightly with both hands, but his bright eyes like a goshawk had already fallen in the direction of the arrow - it seemed that a flowing silver-like light had just flashed through the dense branches and leaves, and it was fleeting. .