Mage Joan

When Dr. Kairandil told Joan about the case of smallpox, he mentioned a rather strange phenomenon.

Colonists and their descendants from the old world are more resistant to smallpox virus, and the lethal rate after infection is lower than the average, while indigenous peoples of the New World, including the Asa people, are more likely to be infected by smallpox virus, and the lethal rate is also It was so high that many indigenous people blamed the smallpox on the colonists, claiming that the New World did not originally have such a malignant infectious disease, and blamed the colonists for bringing this deadly virus from the old world to the New World!

So, are the complaints of the Aboriginal people true?

Judging from the evidence collected by Dr. Kaylandil, Joan, though reluctant, had to admit that the saying that "the colonists spread smallpox virus to the New World" is highly likely!

The Zokie Mine is located in the west of the Forge Valley, more than eighty miles away from Nidaville City. Even if Joan becomes an eagle, he will have to fly for two hours.

Looking up at the dim sky, Joan decided not to go to the mine to investigate first, and then stayed in a hotel in the city, ordered a small local famous "bear pie", filled with apple juice belly.

The pies are baked right on fire, the thin and crispy puff pastry melts, the meat is tender and juicy, and the juice is delicious. Joan is very satisfied with this dinner worth 3 silver duga, the only thing that is a little uncomfortable is the dining atmosphere.

Perhaps because he was the only man in the hotel bar who drank apple juice instead of alcoholic beverages, he often attracted surprised eyes during dinner. In addition, the guests in the bar are mostly dwarfs, and this group of drunken little dwarves became particularly noisy after pouring two glasses of cat urine, either bragging or brewing a wave of cattle, making Joe An's brain hurts, and he decides to let the hotel buddy send his meal to the guest room.

After dinner, a young dwarf led Joan to the second floor guest room with a lamp. Qiao An was a little worried that the room was too small. Upon entering the door, he realized that the room was more spacious than he had expected. The bed was wide enough to fit in an ogre, which suddenly made him feel that 1 Jinduga spent one night's accommodation. Great value!

What even surprised Joan was the complete automatic water supply facility in the hotel room. There is a pair of **** switches connected to copper pipes on the washstand. The waiter proudly introduced this as a "faucet". When you unscrew the faucet on the left, hot water will flow out of the brass water pipe, which can be used to wash your feet and wash your feet. The right faucet supplies cold water, so clear that you can drink it directly.

Because of this automatic water supply device, Joan had a good impression on Nidaville City. Compared with his hometown of Yalfheim, the northern city represented by Nidaweiler lacks the simple and laid-back rural atmosphere of the south, people's life rhythm seems very tense, and the exhaust gas and noise emitted by the factory make the entire city Dirty and noisy, unlike the beautiful rural scenery everywhere in the South.

However, in this dirty and busy northern city, Joan also felt a rare and vigorous vitality in the south. Everyone seemed full of energy. The whole city was like a roaring machine day and night, showing the unique characteristics of the "big industrial era". Magnificent weather.

At the same time that the magic industry produces exhaust gas and noise, it also provides local residents with convenient services that are not available in the vast rural areas of the south, such as running water pipes to every household. This has been used for drinking river water or drilling wells for hundreds of years. The southern countryside is an unimaginable miracle on earth.

Qiao An is nostalgic for the rural scenery and traditional farming and animal husbandry lifestyle of his hometown, but reason tells him that the fast-paced urban life in the north and the vigorous magic industry are the right direction for the development of the times.

One day, waterwheels and windmills will be replaced by magic steam engines, and water wells will be eliminated by running water pipes. The slow-paced southern rural style is also destined to be assimilated by the northern lifestyle that advocates efficiency-this has nothing to do with personal preferences, in the final analysis It is the ruthless crush of the emerging magical industrial civilization on the traditional plantation civilization.

The unfamiliar environment did not change Joanne's work and rest habits. The next morning, he woke up early to prepare the spell as usual, left breakfast after having breakfast in the guest room, and turned into an eagle to travel west. When the bright sun dispelled the early morning mist, the Zuoqi mine was already in his vision.

The silent hills are covered with snow, and the ruins of the mining site can be seen vaguely.

Qiao An converged his wings and landed at an abandoned mining site. He was not busy looking around. He raised his hand and summoned "tears of gods", dipped it in a water bag, and spent 1 "mythical energy" to make a magic potion to prevent virus infection.

Two years ago, there was a smallpox outbreak in the area where the mine was located, and many miners died of illness, which forced the mine to be closed.

Although it has been two years since the incident, and smallpox rarely breaks out in the cold winter, considering the terrible mortality rate of smallpox virus, no matter how careful you are.

For safety reasons, Joan drank the antiviral potion before entering the mine to make sure it was prepared.

Joan walked around the abandoned mine and confirmed that there was no one but himself. It was difficult to find a guide.

After a little thought, Joan had an idea, opened the storage bag, and took out the "navigation compass" from the cloud city.

Joan started the compass, and the large black wooden disc with a slap appeared the silver-white magical aura representing the "Prophecy School". The black wood gradually changed into a smooth mirror surface, showing a clear and compact miniature map, including the surrounding area where Joan stopped. Mountain rivers and bridge roads within 30 miles.

Joan held the "Navigation Compass" in his left hand, and gently flicked on the three-dimensional map generated by the magic with his right hand to adjust the main angle of view to the mine in front of him and enlarge this local area.

As a result, the crisscrossing tunnels inside the mine are clearly presented in front of Joan. With this navigation map in hand, even if a road blind enters the mine, they will not get lost.

Before entering the mine pit investigation, Joan first photographed "Mythical Mage Armor", "Mythical Shield", "Anti-enchantment" and "Protection against Evil" to prepare for the attack.

Mr. Schmidt specifically told Joan to beware of undead creatures lurking in the pit. Judging from the testimony of witnesses, it mainly refers to zombies, and possibly a small number of ghouls.

With Joan's current strength, as long as he is careful enough, these two low-level undead creatures cannot pose a threat to him, but the manipulator behind the undead creatures, the strength of which is still unknown.

If it was really like Mr. Schmidt said, hiding in the depths of the pit and instructing the undead was a spellcaster, Joan couldn't help but ask, what was the purpose of the other party doing this.

What is it that attracted this person to this barren mountain that only produced some cheap iron ore, hiding in a pit in the dark and pretending to be a ghost?

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