Playing until the afternoon, Angelina left with Locke when she saw that her mentor was almost back to the Wizarding Tower.
Every wizard has a quirk of one sort or another, and Angelina's mentor is the type of personality that doesn't want to be disturbed by others.
The trip hadn't been for nothing, and in addition to picking up a few pieces of 'fluorite' along the way, Angelina had slipped Locke an ink-colored cane.
"A good thing that can instantly fireball spell twice oh~" Angelina laughed, this was one of his mentor's creations, although it was a disposable item, but converted into a dreidel, it was at least a hundred gold or more, and there was still a price for it.
Tucking it into his pocket, Locke didn't realize the value of this cane, he had seen the power of a fireball spell once, it was issued by a low-ranked magical apprentice when he was in the city of Phalanx, and it gave him a great shock at that time, he thought that this fireball spell was of th
The carriages "rolled, rolled..." A convoy of hundreds of people walked along the main road.To say it's a road isn't entirely correct, as there's only a path with yellowed ground that must have been trampled by some kind of migrating animal.Surrounded by bushes and grasses, a single purple-black berry grew among them.Farther away were rolling peaks with no end in sight, a few geese-like birds circling a mountain stream, and further up were white clouds.Rock in his armor dismounted and stomped the muddy prints on the soles of his boots, bent down and picked a roadside berry, wiped it on his sleeve, and threw it straight into his mouth.It was so sour, I spit it out after just a moment of containing it."Bender, where are we now?" Locke waved at his adjutant.Bender rushed over and pulled the map he had clipped from his armpit, spreading it out with one hand and gesticulating with the other, "We're almost out of the Melmoth Jungle, half a
The sun set its last rays and the legation's caravan stopped moving.Locke, as vice-captain, was ready to start ordering the soldiers to set up their tents in an orderly fashion, setting up horse rejects and traps, and before he did so, he needed to report on the situation with the head captain of the envoy's caravan."Viscount Cage, are we ready to make camp?" Locke asked one of the men who rode to the forefront of the group, riding a brown horse and looking upright and austere from his appearance."Yes, Knight Locke!" Viscount Cage said with approval.Locke got his orders and started ordering up all the soldiers and servants.Speaking of the team's leader Viscount Cage, Locke's impression of him is quite good, very few of those hypocritical of other nobles, no matter what they do or say are all a board, if it is not Viscount Cage personally admitted that he did not join the army, Locke suspected that he is the military origin.This Viscount Cage
Yawning, Locke straightened his back against the stone, got up and twisted, and with a crunch of bones, Locke felt better.Last night had been exciting, but Grace hadn't given him a good look, and in the latter part of the night Locke hadn't had the face to be crammed into a wagon with a large woman and two small ones, and when he got out he just found a rock half a man's height and leaned against it to deal with it for half the night.The lowly squire wasn't afraid of catching a cold or anything in one night, except for the fact that the stone was a bit diaphoretic.Early in the morning, smoke rose from the camp.Locke takes his share, and by the way, takes his sister and Grace's and theirs with him, Grace looks like she's really pissed off, and Locke needs to be coaxed.As expected, when she went to knock on the door of the carriage, Grace did not give Locke a good face, she just took the breakfast and closed the door without saying a word, through th
There were no trees in the desert, rocks were scarce, and the caravan had to rely on its wagons to keep the wind and sand at bay.The soldiers re-sheathed their armor, without the protection of hardened iron sheets, one night's sand alone would have made everyone's skin bloom.Because of the scarcity of firewood and the extremely low temperatures, the campfire was not lit, just a few torches around the wagon for illumination.The soldiers ate the dry rations they had brought with them and swallowed them in one gulp from their canteens.The nobles were going to be a bit better off than them, with jerky, fruit, and the like, not lacking for a while.After dinner, the soldiers began to take turns standing guard, the experienced ones, burying themselves under the sand with only half of their bodies showing.It hadn't been long since the sky had darkened, and the temperature had plummeted so much that only the sand retained some warmth, one of the few
The magician Nolan stood next to Aslan at some point, only to see him looking at the yellow sand outside the caravan with a grave expression, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the roiling sand and see what was actually inside."Some kind of demonized creature?" Locke wondered, although the air around him was filled with magic if anything, but only the total amount was large, but the quality was average, giving Locke a feeling that wasn't as strong as the one given to him by the Moonlight Wolves in the beginning."Not bad." Commander Aslan said, a wall of air surrounding him, blocking the acid that fell from the sky, fighting out of the air, one of the powers of a high ranked squire.Acid spots in the sky were still drifting down with the blowing of the yellow sand, but it could be felt that the frequency was much less than it had been at the earliest."It's coming!" Wizard Nolan pulled out his wand, his gaze fixed on the yellow sand in front of hi
Until the end of the battle, counting the wounded, a total of more than thirty soldiers suffered various degrees of cuts and corrosive injuries, while the number of deaths, seventeen.Most of them had died from the sharp claws of the sand-catchers, and while their acid was also quite horrific, it was thankfully blocked by the soldiers' tough armor and huge shields for the vast majority of them.Counting the wounded was a Praetorian lad, red and swollen-eyed, reporting the casualties to Aslan and Locke.Of the dead soldiers, half were from the Praetorian Guard and half from the Dark Guard.The former was because of blocking the first line of the Sand Curse attack tide, the latter was because the dark guards who only wore leather armor, faced with the acid sprayed out by the Sand Curse, staining was corroding off a large portion of the flesh.Commander Aslan led the soldiers in cleaning up the battlefield, and incidentally cremating the bodies of the sold
Because there was a possible sand-chewing colony nearby, the convoy started to move out the next morning just after it had been repaired.Riding on his horse, Locke curiously fumbled with a piece of sand-crusted backshell."What do the magicians need this for?" He didn't think that the sand-crusted armor had any other characteristics other than being unusually hard.Take the finger knocked, issued a "thud" dull sound, this armor to be lighter than steel, but hard enough to be compared to steel, if it can be made into armor is good, this is the idea of Locke.His bright yellow armor, in last night's battle was also sprayed with a small area by the sand-colored acid, this armor with excellent texture, worthy of the large amount of military credit that Locke had spent to redeem it in the first place, was only corroded with a thin layer.A little oiling and good care and it's another 90% new piece of armor.The direction of advance was due north, and
Crossing the Frye Army Station, Locke saw the long-lost green again.The next country was the Kingdom of Monstock, and the moment he stepped into the borderline of this country, Locke had a familiar feeling.Similar to which, Locke thought for half a second, was Charlotte.One of the most similarities between the land of Monstock and Shiloh is the simplicity of the people.And in Locke's eyes, simplicity is synonymous with being a good bully, Charlotte was able to maintain her dignity back then with the strength of a decent magical force, and what did this Kingdom of Munstock rely on, to gain a foothold in this surrounding country.It's also been two weeks since we entered this new country, and early November in Monstock is less cool than in the fall and winter days in Foston, and a little more poetic than in the water country.The rivers of Monstock are numerous, and the system of water is so extensive, that almost every country town, has one or