Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

He always wanted to learn the powerful magic that Lord had cast before, especially after Celia learned it and cast it herself once, he wanted to learn it even more.

The power of the move released by Celie was even more terrifying. The space where everyone was located fell into absolute darkness for a full second.

From the outside, it seemed as if all the light in this space had disappeared, as if a black hole had appeared out of thin air.

The destructive range of the magic released was even larger than Lord's. Fortunately, they ran outside the forest to conduct the experiment, otherwise the entire forest would have been alarmed.

Although the fairy has left this world now, this is his hometown after all, and their village has lived and multiplied here for hundreds of years, so we should still take good care of it.

Chapter 39 Set off again

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Celia has fully recovered without any sequelae, and Som also said that he has stayed long enough, so Lord is officially ready to take risks again.

Of course, this time their team had two more people.

"Nuoyun, you must listen to the adults here and wait for me to come back!"

Standing at the entrance of the village, Norn said goodbye to his sister reluctantly.

"Well, when will you be back, brother?"

Norn was speechless for a moment.

He didn't know when he would be able to return from this adventure, and it was even possible that he would not be able to return.

But he had something he had to do.

He didn't want to just protect the safety of this one village.

To do this, he must become stronger.

"I'll come back when I become strong enough." Norn squatted down and gently ruffled his sister's hair. "I'll teach you some powerful magic then, okay?"

According to Celie, her sister also has the talent to learn magic.

However, the other party is currently too young and cannot accumulate enough magic power in his body, so he cannot even release the most basic magic.

Nuoyun held onto her brother's clothes with her little hands, reluctant to leave but still nodded vigorously: "Then I'll wait for you to come back!"

Eric, who was watching from the side, couldn't stand it anymore and urged in a gruff voice: "Hey, hey, it's not like we're going to die, why are you acting like we can't come back?"

At this time, Eric was carrying a large package on his back. The supplies for five people were not a small number. Some basic supplies alone took up a lot of space.

Taking risks doesn't mean setting out on a journey with nothing in your hands.

Just like going on a bike trip, you don’t just go out on a whim.

At least bring your cell phone.

When it is convenient to give up, you can just call a ride to take you home.

Celie crossed her arms and added calmly, "It's okay to say it's a farewell of life and death. It's true that there's a possibility that we won't be able to come back."

Even she herself agreed to Lord's adventure request with the thought that she would never be able to return to the Elf Forest.

All I can say is that when there are too many people around, Celie can’t quite grasp the atmosphere.

However, Lord did not correct her thoughts, but quickly tried to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, it's time to go."

After Noen gave a few more instructions to the reliable elders in the village, he returned to the team.

After bidding farewell to the villagers who came to see them off, the five of them officially set out on their journey.

At this point, the legendary heroic team buried in the long river of history was officially established.

The saints move forward, the wise men seek survival, the godslayers sleep forever, those who go to darkness bid farewell to death, and the honored ones are crowned with laurels.

It's just that now, no one in the team knows about it.

The village continued to recede into the distance. After leaving the territory of the Gmir Forest, Som asked, "Where's our first stop?"

"The ruins of the Dwarf Kingdom." Lord unfolded the map. "If I'm not mistaken, the number of monsters there is much less than before."

"What do you mean?" Som was a little confused.

He remembered that the place had long been the base camp of monsters, and logically, it should be full of monsters.

"Because of the war." Celie explained.

"According to Kraft, the war between the monsters and the coalition forces has already begun. In that case, most of the monsters should have been transferred to the front line." Lord explained.

In fact, there is chaos between both monsters and demons.

After all, the Demon King had not appeared during this period, and the demons were unwilling to submit to each other, each of them was the king of the mountain.

However, among these hills, the number of demons in the dwarf ruins is the largest, and there are already vague signs of the first generation of the Demon King's City.

If nothing unexpected happens, the first demon king of the demon clan should also appear among them.

"I see." Thorm immediately understood the reason. "I heard that the ancient dwarven forging techniques were also lost in the attack. That's the foundation of the dwarves' existence. I wonder if it can be recovered."

As early as the beginning of the Age of Mythology, the dwarves were famous throughout the continent for their powerful forging technology.

Countless races spared no expense in asking the dwarves to create powerful weapons for them. It was said that the dwarves even created a weapon that could harm gods, but unfortunately, with the demise of the first dwarf kingdom, it was no longer possible to tell the truth from the false.

"Doesn't your forging technology rely on secret recipes instead of people?" Lord expressed his doubts.

In his opinion, as long as people are alive, technology will not be lost and will be passed on.

Unless you are playing the ancient way of building imperial tombs.

If they just kill everyone after they finish repairing it, it will definitely not be passed down.

When the Dwarf Kingdom was destroyed, many Dwarves escaped. Was there no one among them who knew the forging technique?

Thorm shook his head: "I don't know about that. I learned my axe maintenance skills from the old man."

"alright."

"Can outsiders learn your forging techniques?" Norn asked tentatively.

"Theoretically, no, but in reality, it's been lost for hundreds of years. There are no dwarves on the continent who know it anymore."

Som's meaning is also very simple.

There are no dwarves on this continent who know the ancient forging techniques anymore, and other races have nowhere to learn them even if they want to.

But Thorm added, "If this technology really appeared in the hands of other races, I don't think the leaders of those dwarf clans would just sit there and watch."

Norn's eyes grew dim.

"If it's authentic technology, then there are indeed risks. So, why not just disassemble it when the time comes? I'm sure the dwarves won't be able to tell at all."

Lord's words made Noen see some possibility again. He looked at the other party and saw him smiling at him, as if he had guessed what he was thinking.

Maybe I should find some time to talk to him.

He can teach them magic unconditionally and even go on adventures with the elves. Perhaps they also have the same goal as him.

Unlike Norn, Eric was more concerned about something else: "I heard there are a lot of treasures hidden in the dwarven ruins?"

"Yes! It's said that there are statues carved from gold and inlaid with various gems, more than ten meters tall. There's even a treasure trove paved with gold coins, like an ocean."

Gold was not widely circulated in this era, but the dwarves loved this golden thing, including various gems.

Therefore, when various races commissioned weapons to be forged, they would bring a large amount of gold products.

"Goodness! My eyes are going blurry just thinking about it."

No matter what era, people like shiny things, even in a barter village, and Eric is no exception.

"Anything besides gold and gems?"

Lord was concerned about whether there were other treasures. After all, he couldn't take this thing away, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't take much.

"I don't know about that."

Chapter 40: The First Magic Book

There is no such special profession as the magic swordsman in this world.

A warrior is a warrior, and a magician is only a magician.

So for Noen and Eric, they can only choose one direction of growth in the future.

It's just that neither of them made a choice at the first time.

Lord could understand this.

To be honest, he was quite envious of these two people who had certain talents in magic and warriors.

Although he is not as good as himself in terms of magic, if he can really master a profession like a magic swordsman, it will really open his eyes.

"Lord, I have something to discuss with you." Noen came over during the break.

"Okay, do you want me to move?"

At this time, Celie was still sitting next to him, so Lord made this suggestion.

"No, this matter is actually related to Miss Celia."

Hearing that it was related to her, Celie also raised her head.

"Actually, I want to compile the magic you taught us into a book so that it can be passed down to future generations. I just wonder if you two would agree to this?"

Norn asked slowly, considering his tone.

He had been planning this since he first started learning magic, but he didn't implement it before getting the consent of the person involved.

If Lord and Celie didn't agree with him doing this, Norn would never implement this idea.

"A magic book?" Lord muttered to himself.

In this era, most magic was passed down through the master-disciple method. The concept of magic book seemed to have not yet appeared?

Lord was also a little uncertain.

However, Celia's next words denied his guess.

"Magic books? That's a good idea."

Celie must have seen or heard of something similar when she said this.