Just as Aberdale woke up, Uster, located in the Dark Regions. A big thing is also happening in the city of Naza. Joan, who was hit hard by Henry. Irenikas was standing in front of the city's first house, the Adu (Lace) Mistress, and soon an evil alliance was formed.

One is the ruler of the dark elf city who hates the surface elves to the core, and the other is an exile who is full of revenge (desire) for his hometown, and the two hit it off with little effort.

"Dear Lord Mother, here is a map, you can go directly to the temple enshrined by the surface elves, I believe that only one assault can achieve brilliant results, and the great Queen Rose will definitely bless this operation." Talking about Joan. Irenikas handed over a piece of parchment.

After taking the map and looking at it, a wicked smile appeared on her face: "Very good, the Queen of God is very satisfied with your offering." Remember, it's better not to play any tricks in front of me, or ......"

The words of this mistress are not casual, she controls the supreme power of the entire city, and can mobilize more than 10,000 terrifying dark elf warriors, more than 600 priests, and more than 400 warlocks and mages at any time. If this army were to appear on the surface, it would destroy a kingdom in a matter of days.

The Dark Elves are no ordinary race, not only do they have resistant skins that give headaches to all spellcasters, but they are also known for forging weapons and armor. The magic weapons they create are capable of slicing through the steel full-body plate with ease, while the magic armor is capable of blocking most sword attacks.

You must know that these evil elves will not suffer too much even if they encounter strong races such as trolls, ogres, and giants one-on-one, let alone a whole army. Because of their wickedness and cruelty. Those who are not capable of becoming professionals are tortured to death at an early age. The rest of the top ones are elites.

An army composed of such elites is probably only cobbled together by the elves of Eternal Gathering Island on the surface. The human army is not even worthy of carrying shoes. Fortunately, they hated the sun so much that they had little interest in the ground, otherwise they would have built a huge empire long ago.

Right here in Joan. While Irenikas and Mistress Adulles discuss a specific plan of action, Eren is hiding in a storage room to make his own spell book. Ever since the death of the Quasai demon, he has temporarily regained his freedom, spending his days in the library learning the magic skills of the dark elves, except that he cannot leave the mage tower. Basically, there aren't too many restrictions.

Maybe it was the crisis that sparked the boy's potential, or maybe Henry's genetics were really good, in short, within a few days he crossed the threshold smoothly and became a real first-class mage, and the speed of progress was enough to put more than ninety percent of spellcasters to shame.

In order to be able to master more power as much as possible, Alan peeled off the skin of the Quasse Demon with a knife and planned to make a spell book. This is a must-have for all full-fledged mages, and one of the most important magical items.

Everyone knows that the structure of Level Zero magic is relatively simple. There is no need to deliberately memorize it, but the level 1 magic is completely different. It's more complex than most people can comprehend. Even the algorithm itself has to work hard to memorize it, and if it is released, it will disappear from the memory area completely.

This is where the role of the spell book comes in. Before going to bed, the mages open the books, memorize the magic they need for tomorrow, and then sleep well and use them. If there is no spell book, then the mage will not be able to re-memorize the magic, and once the stored spells are used up, then they will lose their combat effectiveness.

Of course, the shape of a spell book is not necessarily a book, it may be a ring, it may be a shield, it may also be a belt, only you can't think of it, there is nothing that mages can't do.

Eren knew that he was in an enemy camp now, and that the spellbook had to be quite secretive under such conditions, so he chose the shape of a belt. This can ensure that you can carry it with you without attracting too many people's vigilance and attention. He carefully enchanted the belt with the stolen materials to ensure that he had enough pages to store spells.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and with the completion of the last spell, the spell book in the shape of this belt was completely completed. Since it was the first time, the process of making zuò was rather rude, and the amount of magic that could be stored was not much, but it was enough for a first-level mage who had just been promoted.

Although Chasma didn't know what he was busy with for a while, he hadn't shown up for several days, as if he had completely forgotten about this enemy's child. However, Eren knows that his current freedom is an illusion and a bubble, which may be shattered at any time. He needs to do everything he can to improve his strength in the shortest possible time so that he can barely resist when danger comes.

"It's finally done, this is the first magic item I made on my own, and the appearance is really ugly." The boy smiled self-deprecatingly as he tied it around his waist.

If it was at home, he would never wear such an ugly item on his body. But this is a city of dark elves, and there is danger at any time, as long as you can improve your survival rate, let alone this ugly belt, you will not hesitate to jump into the dung pit.

That's Allen in Uster. The truth learned in the city of Naza is to do whatever it takes to survive. Within a few days, he had witnessed two murders in the Mage's Tower, both between apprentices, in order to gain some better resources and the favor of the mentor.

The brutal reality caused the boy to completely abandon the ethics he had learned before, and struggle to survive in this mage tower exactly according to the way the dark elves lived. He had already managed to sell the ether he used to make zuò to several apprentices, and had returned a lot of the spell materials.

As for what these guys are doing with this narcotic substance, he doesn't care, and he doesn't have the qualifications and mood to care. After all, he still has a throat rope around his neck that may be tightened at any time, so how can he have any leisure to pay attention to others.

Fastening his belt, Alan didn't hesitate to pull out a few first-level magic scrolls. Directly copied into the spell book. All of them are first-order magic. They are:

"Greaser on the soles of your feet" (Increases movement speed and jump distance.) Essential for running away)

"Shrinking" (halves a person's height, weakens strength, increases agility)

"Iron Lungs" (increases resistance to toxins)

"Hypnosis" (confuses a creature into having an inexplicable liking for the caster's year, which is maintained and if successful, the target creature forgets the process)

"Fog Concealment" (Summons a cloud of mist that hangs around the caster and can be used to hide form or confuse hostile mobs.) Note: The mist can be blown away)

Five magic, one is not much. There are a lot of them, and basically all of them are related to hiding and escaping. He had taken a big risk for the sake of the five scrolls, three of which were from the apprentice's trade, and the other two were secretly copied in the library.

You must know that the dark elves are not good people who abide by the agreement, and they often play some tricks in the process of trading, and even take the opportunity to kill the transaction partner. There is no way, the insidious cunning has been deeply rooted in their bone marrow, and unless the two sides are about the same strength, there is no possibility of fair trade at all.

Eren is a surface human. Originally, he was ostracized and despised in the society of the dark elves, so he himself did not come forward at all. The whole process was completed with just a few notes and illusions, and no one now knew that the anesthetic gas that had been circulating in the hands of the apprentice in the last few days was at the hands of the human boy.

After doing this, Alan carefully put all the items back in place, and the whole process was clean and neat, leaving not even the slightest trace. Seeing that the bottles and cans on the shelves were not bad at all, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and left the storage room lightly. Today is the day to meet with Solaofen, and you must not be late, because that is the only window of contact with the outside world.

"You're ten seconds late! That's not a good habit. As soon as they met, Suo Laofen reprimanded mercilessly, and did not show mercy because the other party was a child. After all, they are doing a very dangerous thing, and if a third party knows about it, then the biggest possibility is to be dragged out and sacrificed alive.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was just working on my own spell book, so I delayed a bit. But I promise, there will never be a next time. After speaking, Alan bowed very solemnly. He understood that the tall dark elf in front of him was the only one who could help him, so he said whatever he wanted, without the slightest concealment.

Hearing the spell book, Solaofen's eyes lit up slightly: "Oh? You've become an official mage! It was a real surprise. ”

"I need a lot of things, spellcasting materials, ink, parchment to transcribe scrolls. Also, is there any new news out there right now? After saying that, Alan clenched his fists nervously. He was now desperate to hear from his father, even if it was the slightest rumor.

"Sorry, not yet. However, I have another piece of news here, the matriarch of the city's first family has convened a meeting to prepare for an attack on the surface. This may be an opportunity for us to get the word out. As for the spellcasting materials, I have a little more here for you to use first. As he spoke, Solao untied his pocket and threw it directly. As a warrior and mage, he brought with him some things for spellcasting, although not much, but it was quite rich for a first-level mage.

Alan took the fanny pack and counted the contents as he asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"It's simple, apply to join the commando team and then deliberately leave some clues in the middle of the battle. Of course, you can't relax in the city, and I'll do my best to get back after completing the assault mission. Alright, that's all for today's conversation, and I'm going to make some preparations for the expedition. Solawn patted the boy on the shoulder, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared into thin air.

Surface, what a luxury word, especially for those dark elves who yearn for freedom and goodness. Solaufen knew very well that if he wanted to survive on the ground, he had to have a backstage, otherwise the end would be very miserable. Because the reputation of the dark elves is so stinky, only under the protection of certain powerful people can they obtain the right to live in the true sense, which is one of the main reasons why he helped Alan.

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