Silent!

Alan couldn't accept such a cruel fact, after all, he was not yet ten years old, although he had suffered some inhuman abuse underground, and his intelligence had matured in a very short time, but in terms of psychology, he was far from reaching the dark Cheng Dù.

Torturing a person's soul is a great challenge for any normal adult, because in the mainstream thinking of the Faren Continent, the soul is the most important, most private, and purest part of life, even if it is a god, it cannot be snooped on, only extremely evil gods and necromancers will attack it.

But it is clear that Henry is completely sneering at this set of arguments. Coming from the era of information explosion, he knows very well that in the eyes of real researchers, everything in this world is materials, plants, animals, earth, air, and even human beings themselves.

It can be seen that as long as you have enough power, all laws, human nature, ethics and morality are bullshit, and they are worthless at all, so the so-called soul is just a special substance that can be studied, and there is no need for any psychological burden at all.

After a long time, Alan finally couldn't resist his father's sharp eyes, and gently raised his hand to cast a zero-level magic "Strike Necromancy" at Chasma.

Moment!

A bright ray of positive energy shot out from his fingertips, burning a large hole directly into the translucent soul, followed by a burst of painful sorrow.

After doing this, the boy looked up at Henry, hoping to be recognized. But in exchange for Henry's merciless reprimand.

"That's it? What do you think the purpose of torturing souls! To make the mind as strong as steel! It is for you to learn to look at life with an indifferent attitude! Only with such an attitude can we gain insight into a qiē from a considerable perspective! Remember. Never let your feelings cloud your mind. No matter what state it is in, it will always allow a person to make the most correct judgment. ”

"I ...... I think I get it! ”

Eren gritted his teeth and chanted the incantation loudly, and after a few seconds, his body emitted a faint silver light, followed by a rapid transformation into two energy rays, which instantly caused great damage to the soul.

"Ahh!!!!!!hh

Chasma's translucent body curled up in a ball, his mouth growing, desperately trying to grasp something to alleviate the pain, but alas, as a soul form, he couldn't even pick up a grain of sand.

This is a spell that is quite powerful in the first level of magic to kill the undead - "Light of Runia". True to its name. Runia is the first layer of Heavenly Mountain, so the light extracted from there is full of positive energy, which is especially effective for guys like Chasma who are transforming into resentful spirits.

Allen, who had already learned his lesson, did not stop this time, and prepared a stronger spell again, only to see a white ray flashing with a dazzling bright light, directly piercing the target's chest, if it wasn't for the legendary caster's soul being strong enough, this blow would be enough to make it disappear completely.

There is no doubt that this is a second-level magic "daylight ray" that can inflict very limited burns and blinding effects on ordinary creatures. However, it can deal double damage to the undead, and is the main attack method for low-level mages against the undead.

I saw the expression on my son's face gradually replaced by indifference. With a wave of his hand, Henry stuffed the painful soul into the gem, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, it seems that you have learned how to deal with the enemy, and I can finally rest assured that you can go out to practice." ”

"Really?! When! As soon as he heard that he could go on an adventure in the outside world, Alan immediately became a little excited.

"Anytime, if you wish, I can take you to Wywood City now, and your mother doesn't have to worry about it, I'll explain it to her myself. In addition, as a prize for the entrance examination of Tongguò, Chasma's soul belongs to you. Although he is not very conscious now, he has enough knowledge to use for a while. As he spoke, Henry put the soul gem in his son's hand.

Next, he will soon devote himself to various important things, such as the construction of the cottage floating city, the study of the power of the gods, the transformation of the broken magic crystal "Krincinibon", the repair of the dimensional sphere, etc., there is no time to stay by Allen's side to teach, so the soul of this legendary mage comes in handy.

Of course, the part of my memory about nuclear energy has been completely erased, so there is no need to worry too much about losing it.

Alan stared at the dazzling gem in his hand, his eyes showed shock, no one knew better than him the strength of Chasma, this terrifying legendary mage had a huge amount of experience and magical knowledge recorded in his soul, even an apprentice could easily cross the threshold of ten levels.

"Father, doesn't it really matter if I keep such a precious thing?" The boy asked, somewhat uncertain.

"No problem, I'm sure you'll be able to get strong in a very short time. Moreover, Master Tyrantil has made some kind of connection with you through the oath, and he will instantly sense the danger when encountered. Come on, let me take you to the wilderness of the north to experience the cruelty of the real world. ”

After Henry finished speaking, he activated the group teleportation spell, took his son's hand and disappeared in place, leaving Morul alone in the entire room. However, he apparently didn't care about this, and still concentrated on studying the structure of the main brain, and recorded the summarized information, seemingly completely immersed in his own world.

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In late February, the city was still in the middle of a cold winter, with heavy snow covering most of the city, and only a few major roads had been cleared for residents and merchants.

Since the beginning of winter, the orcs have stopped hunting, and only sent patrols around the city to ensure the safety of the merchants, especially the grain, spirits, salt, cloth and spices brought from the south.

As the saying goes, where there is profit, there are merchants. Even the low temperature of minus ten degrees Celsius could not stop them from chasing the gold coins. Shops are still open as usual. Many orcs wore thick fur coats and carried rough sacks in and out, buying all kinds of daily necessities and luxuries.

Don't look at the worn-out pockets, but they are full of shiny gold and silver coins, and you can tell that the orcs are definitely rich.

Fugner even shouted at the banquet: "What we are doing now is not money, but respect!" ”

According to the original plan, the main inhabitants of Wywood City should be orcs. But now it is occupied by more than half of the humans, and the last of them are the villages around the Supreme Wasteland, which normally go to Soba City in winter to avoid hungry monsters and beasts, but after discovering that there is a new city here, they do not hesitate to change their destination.

Although the orcs looked a little intimidating, after confirming that the city was also part of the kingdom, they immediately requested refuge, and Fugner immediately nodded in agreement out of desire to establish a good relationship with humans. But he never expected that there would be so many villages living in this area, and in a few weeks the city walls would be so crowded that even the tents for the march were taken out to make up the number.

Of course, this is not without its benefits. The abundant population brings with it a large number of qualified laborers, coupled with no shortage of money. Fugner soon began to build on a large scale, and with the help of a small number of spellcasters, a large number of houses were erected, and even the frozen ground could not stop his enthusiasm for construction.

As a sustenance of faith and soul, the magnificent temple was the first to be built, and in the simple and crude style of the orcs, the bust spire and the huge statue looked from awe from afar. As for the god enshrined inside, there is no doubt that it is Apodel, the current child of slaughter, the future god of killing.

Viconia had followed Fugna to preach here after the coronation ceremony, and since there were no pastors from other churches here for the time being, the progress was particularly smooth, with nearly two thousand orc believers in just one month, and four or five hundred humans, which can be said to be far more than expected.

The most important thing is that during this period, she selected four or five well-qualified pastor seedlings, and I believe that as long as they are cultivated for a period of time, they will definitely grow rapidly.

"The truth is a dream! A few months ago we were hiding in the wasteland worrying about what to eat next, but now we can eat whatever we want. An orc warrior guarding the gates of the city said to his companion.

"Hey, hey! This is all due to the great chief of Fugner. If he hadn't banished the pastors who were causing chaos, we would still be starving and freezing now. With that, another orc raised the flask and poured a sip of the spirit.

"Idiot, call the viscount, the chief is only used by those savage fellows, we are part of a civilized society." The orc warrior who was the first to speak pursed his lips in disdain, and the smugness in his eyes showed that this guy seemed to have distinguished himself from his fellow orc gods.

"Damn! It's a slip of the tongue, I'm not all the way to the dirty guys. Another orc warrior glanced at his fellow man in the slave market in disgust, and hurriedly cleared up the relationship.

Apparently, Henry and Fugner's plan for permanent severance against the orcs was very successful, and they gradually began to divert themselves from the primitive orcs in terms of morphological consciousness, so that it would not take more than twenty years for a new subspecies to be formed.

Just as in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, Europeans treated blacks as cattle, so these orcs are treating their confused and ignorant compatriots as slaves to be sold for, and instead of being ashamed, they are proud of it.

In a way, this orc tribe will never accept the rule of the orc gods again, because they have tasted the sweetness, which is like letting a black man born in a developed country return to the primitive tribe of Africa, and there is a ninety percent chance that he will not be able to endure the harsh environment and die.

While they were arguing about which kind of slave was more popular in the market, two black dots suddenly appeared in the distance, and they were walking unhurriedly in the direction of the city gate.

"Look! There's movement over there! ”

"Oh my God, there are still people walking through the wild in this kind of weather?! Could it be ......?"

The two orc warriors looked at each other in surprise, quickly raised their vigilance and drew their weapons to prepare for battle. You know, during this season, monsters often loot the town in hordes, and usually the sporadic one or two that appear are scouts, and the large army follows. (To be continued......)