Broad World

silence!

Allen couldn't accept such a cruel fact. After all, he was less than ten years old. Although he suffered some inhuman abuse underground and his intelligence matured in a very short period of time, he was still far from reaching the level psychologically. level of darkness.

Torturing a person's soul is a great challenge for any normal adult, because in the mainstream thinking of Faerun, the soul is the most important, most private, and purest part of life, and even gods cannot easily pry into it. Only the most evil gods and necromancers will attack it.

But obviously, Henry completely scoffed at this set of rhetoric. Coming from the era of information explosion, he is very clear that in the eyes of real researchers, everything in this world is material, plants, animals, the earth, air, and even human beings themselves, even if they are not the same as some superpowers that flaunt democracy and human rights. Children around the age of ten were subjected to radiation experiments.

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

After a long time, Allen finally couldn't stand his father's sharp eyes, raised his hand gently and cast a zero-level magic "strike undead" on Chasma.

moment!

A bright positive energy ray shot out from his fingertips, directly burning a big hole in the translucent soul, followed by bursts of painful wailing.

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

"This is the end? What do you think is the purpose of torturing the soul! To make the mind as strong as steel! It is to make you learn to look at life with indifference! Only with such an attitude can you see everything from a considerable perspective! Remember , Never let emotion blind your reason, no matter what state you are in, it will always allow a person to make the most correct judgment.”

"I... I think I understand!"

Allen gritted his teeth. Chanting the incantation loudly, a few seconds later, the body emitted a faint silver light, which was quickly transformed into two beams of energy rays, instantly causing great damage to the soul.

"Ahhh!!!!!!!"

Chasma's translucent body curled up into a ball, with a big mouth, desperately trying to grab something to relieve the pain, but unfortunately, as a soul form, he couldn't even pick up a grain of sand.

This is a very powerful spell against the undead in the first level of magic - "Light of Lunia". As its name suggests, Lunia is the first layer of Mount Paradise, so the light extracted from there is full of strong positive energy. It is especially effective for guys like Chasma who are transforming into wraiths.

Allen, who had learned his lesson, did not stop this time, and prepared a stronger spell again, only to see a dazzling white ray flash past, piercing directly through the target's chest, if it wasn't for the legendary caster's The soul is strong enough, this blow is enough to make it disappear completely.

There is no doubt that this is the second-level magic "sunlight ray", which can cause very limited burns and blinding effects on ordinary creatures, but it can cause double damage to undead creatures. It is the main attack method for low-level mages against undead.

Seeing the expression on his son's face gradually replaced by indifference. With a wave of his hand, Henry stuffed the painful soul into the gemstone, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very well, it seems that you have learned how to deal with the enemy. I can finally let you go out to practice with confidence."

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

"At any time, as long as you want, I can take you to Weywood City right now. Don't worry about your mother, I will explain to her personally. In addition, as a prize for passing the postgraduate entrance examination, Chasma's soul belongs to you. Although he Your sanity is not very clear now. But the stored knowledge is enough for you to use for a while." Henry said and 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 fake floating city, the research of the power of gods, the transformation of the broken magic crystal "Clinshinibon", the restoration of the dimensional sphere, etc. There was no time to stay with Allen to teach, so the soul of this legendary mage came in handy.

Of course, the part of the memory about nuclear energy has been completely erased, so don't worry too much even if it is lost.

Allen stared at the dazzling gemstone in his hand, his eyes showed shock, no one knew the power of Chasma better than him. The soul of this terrifying legendary mage has recorded a huge amount of experience and magic knowledge, even if an apprentice has obtained it, he can easily pass the tenth level threshold.

"Father, is it really okay for me to keep such a precious thing?" the boy asked with some uncertainty.

"No problem, I believe you will be able to become stronger in a very short period of time. Moreover, Master Tyrantyr has established a certain connection with you through an oath, and he will instantly sense any danger. Come on. Let I will take you to the northern wilderness 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. Morul was the only one left in the room. However, he obviously didn't care about these, he was still concentrating on researching the structure of the main brain, and recorded the summarized information, seemingly completely immersed in his own world and unable to extricate himself.

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Wywood City was still in the cold winter at the end of February, and thick snow covered most of the places. Only a few main roads were cleared for residents and businessmen to pass through.

Since the official entry of winter, the orcs stopped hunting, and only sent patrols around the city to ensure the safety of the merchants, especially the food, spirits, salt, cloth and spices brought from the south. After the society's way of life, these orcs completely abandoned the tradition of drinking blood and drinking blood in the past, and could no longer do without various commodities.

As the saying goes, where there is profit, there are merchants. Even the low temperature of minus ten degrees can't stop them from chasing gold coins. Shops are still open as usual, and many orcs are wearing thick fur coats. Carrying rough linen bags in and out, buying all kinds of daily necessities and luxury goods.

Although the pockets are worn out and worn out, they are full of shiny gold and silver coins. From this, it can be seen that the orcs are absolutely rich.

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

According to the original plan, the main residents of Weywood City should be orcs, but now more than half of them are occupied by humans, and the vast majority of them are villages in the surrounding areas of the High Wasteland. Normally, they would go to Soba City in winter to avoid hungry monsters and beasts, but after finding a new city here, they changed their destination without hesitation.

Although the orcs looked a bit scary, after confirming that the city was also part of the kingdom, they immediately asked for asylum. Out of wanting to build a good relationship with humans, Fugner immediately nodded in agreement. However, he never expected that there would be so many villages living in this area, and within a few weeks, the city walls would be packed to the brim, and even the tents used for marching would be taken out to make up the number.

Of course, this is not without benefits. A sufficient population brings a large number of qualified labor, plus there is no shortage of money. Fugner soon began to build a large number of houses, with the help of a few spellcasters. Not even the permafrost could stop his enthusiasm for construction.

As the sustenance of faith and soul, the magnificent temple was built first. According to the simple and rough style of the orcs, the spiers of the bust and the huge statues make people feel awe from the heart. As for the god enshrined inside, there is no doubt that it is Apodel, the current son of killing, and the future god of killing.

Viconia followed Fugner to preach here after the coronation ceremony was completed. Since no pastors from other churches have come here yet, the progress has been extremely smooth. In just one month, there were close to 2,000 orcs and 400 to 500 humans, which far exceeded expectations.

The most important thing is that during this period, she selected four or five priest seedlings with good qualifications. She believes that as long as they are cultivated for a period of time, they will definitely develop and 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 gate of the city said to his companions.

"Hey! This is all thanks to the great Chief Fugner. If he hadn't expelled those priests who caused chaos, we would have to continue to starve and suffer from cold." After speaking, another orc raised his flagon and took a sip of strong liquor.

"Idiot, you need to be called a Viscount. Chiefs are only used by those barbarians. We are members of a civilized society." The orc warrior who spoke first curled his lips in disdain, revealing the pride in his eyes It can be seen that this guy seems to have distinguished himself from those compatriots who believe in orc gods.

"Damn it! This is a slip of the tongue. I'm not on the same side as those dirty guys." Another orc warrior glanced at his compatriots in the slave market with disgust. Hurry up and get rid of the relationship.

Obviously, Henry and Fugner's plan for the permanent separation of the orcs was very successful. They gradually began to widen the gap with the original orcs in terms of ideology, and it would take less than twenty years for them to completely form a brand new subspecies.

Just like Europeans treated blacks as livestock in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, these orcs are also treating those chaotic and ignorant compatriots as slaves who can be sold for money, and they are not only not ashamed, but proud of it.

To some extent, this orc will never be able to accept the rule of the orc gods, because they have already tasted the sweetness. It is like letting a black man born in a developed country return to a primitive tribe in Africa. Unable to bear the harsh environment and died.

Just when they were arguing about which kind of slaves were more popular in the market, two black spots suddenly appeared in the distance, and they were walking towards the city gate at a leisurely pace.

"Look! There's movement over there!"

"My God, there are still people walking in the wild in this kind of ghostly 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 must know that in this season, there are often groups of monsters who loot towns and cities. Usually one or two sporadic ones appear as scouts, and the large army follows behind. (to be continued ~^~)