Low Dimensional Game

The sandstorm outside is endless, but when it passes into the stone castle, only the faint sound of wind and sand blowing over the stone wall can be heard. At the opposite angle of the sandstorm, a door is opened on the stone castle, and you can see the outside world. The storm is getting bigger and bigger, and it shows no signs of letting up.

Inside the huge stone castle, torches were lit and a bonfire was burned. It was different from the previous panic all day long. At this moment, there were bursts of cheers inside the stone castle. It was as if he had come back to life, and laughter and laughter were conveyed in the stone castle, and he was no longer in the state of walking corpses in the desert a few days ago.

But more people looked at Lu Zhiyu and Eva with curious and shocking eyes. There were fear, curiosity, admiration and yearning in their eyes. No one thought that they would follow them all the way and talk to them. Lu Zhiyu, who looks like an ordinary person, actually possesses such power.

The members of the caravan who were still close to Lu Zhiyu on weekdays did not dare to come over to say hello to Lu Zhiyu at this moment. Zhiyu glanced at him, but immediately looked away. He didn't even talk about Lu Zhiyu's strength and identity, as if he was afraid of being heard by Lu Zhiyu.

Grumman, the owner of the rose caravan, hesitated for a long time, lingered for a long time, stood behind the bonfire surrounded by Lu Zhiyu and Eva, and did not dare to approach, only to find that Lu Zhiyu looked over, he swallowed, drummed Gather up the courage to sit down opposite Lu Zhiyu, there is still a long way to go.

Lu Zhiyu looked at Grumman with a smile. This bold and aggressive man was sitting opposite to him at the moment, with his back straight and looking very nervous.

"Who are you guys?"

Grumman finally said that it was the first time he discovered that the so-called scholar Randyll who paid a lot of money to follow him to the Batko area, and the ordinary little nobleman who thought he knew everything, was now covered in a thick layer of fog.

Grumman didn't know his identity, but he did know that he was definitely not a petty nobleman. Grumman was not a commoner who didn't have much knowledge and had never been out of a village. He traveled all over the world and knew many secrets of these worlds.

"Are you wizards?"

When Grumman said these words, his voice was trembling. For ordinary people, the existence of wizards had a terrifying shadow deeply rooted in their hearts. Just hearing this name was enough to make one's legs go weak.

Lu Zhiyu couldn't help laughing out loud: "Is this important?"

Lu Zhiyu lowered his head and fiddled with the bonfire: "I will pay, and you will be responsible for taking me to the Batko Empire. This is our contractual relationship, starting from the Crete Empire and ending in Batko Empire, that's all, isn't it? "

Grumman heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this: "I understand. Thank you for your help. I, Grumman and the White Rose Caravan, will always remember your kindness!"

At this time, the Bateko caravan who had encountered the sandstorm together took out some of their dried meat and food and shared them with the White Rose caravan present. Everyone ate the food and laughed loudly.

And at this time, a young man in ragged sleeves was holding a silver plate with food and meat on it, knelt down in front of Lu Zhiyu, and presented him with food and goat's milk.

Lu Zhiyu looked at the leader of the Bateko caravan in the distance. He was looking at him devoutly at this moment. When he saw Lu Zhiyu's gaze, he immediately bowed and bowed to salute. Lu Zhiyu nodded and closed his eyes. down the food that he offered.

Lu Zhiyu looked at the young man. He was a typical Butko, with dark skin, dark brown hair, yellowish pupils, extremely thin body, and a mark representing a slave on his collarbone.

At this moment, the boy, with fearful and longing eyes, lowered his head and carefully looked at the fish on the land. The shocking scene just now made all the Batko people think that the fish on the land was the messenger of the God of the Desert, and only the gods Messenger is able to do such a shocking thing.

People in the Batko area have never seen the priests of the church, and generally few wizards have arrived in this area, so their existence of extraordinary power only exists in legends, and more is to see the power of some monsters , those magical beasts that control extraordinary power, for them, it is the punishment and disaster given to them by the gods.

Lu Zhiyu asked, "What's your name?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

When the boy found out that Lu Zhiyu asked him something, he immediately pointed his fingers anxiously, and then pointed to his ears and mouth. Only then did Lu Zhiyu realize that this boy was a deaf-mute person, and Lu Zhiyu would not normally release his mental power. It is also not easy to explore other people's thoughts and ideas, which is very boring.

"Don't move, relax!"

Lu Zhiyu glanced at the young man, and stretched out his hands to cover his ears. The muscles on the young man's back immediately tensed up, and he was so nervous that he didn't dare to move.

The body transformation technique belonging to a wizard, the first witchcraft created by Lu Zhiyu, and also the origin witchcraft of a bloodline wizard, was activated immediately, and the power poured into his brain through the visual and spiritual planes. The overall structure of his brain immediately appeared in Lu Zhiyu's consciousness, and the boy immediately closed his eyes.

At this time, everyone around looked at Lu Zhiyu's movements, and also noticed that the young man in front of him was a deaf-mute person. Seeing Lu Zhiyu's strange movements, they didn't quite understand what he was doing?

When Lu Zhiyu let go of his hand, the young man immediately felt a shocking, something he had never seen since he was born poured into his head, it was a sound, a wonderful sound.

The voice of people, the sound of fire crackling, the sound of wind and sand, all the sounds are so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people tremble all over, as if the world that can hear the sound becomes beautiful and moving in an instant.

The young man opened his eyes in a daze, looking at everything around him, and all the sounds kept coming into his ears. He stood up and stood in the center of the stone castle, as if the world was spinning, and the whole world was constantly absorbing his own energy. in the ears.

"Ah! I, I, listen, hear...there...here it is!"

It can be seen that the young man kept adjusting his tone, and finally he was able to utter a complete sentence. Immediately, he saw a nest explode in the stone castle. Everyone talked a lot and looked at this slave. For ordinary people in this era Speaking of them, deaf-mute is a punishment given to them by the gods and gods, and it cannot be cured. Watching Lu Zhiyu cure this slave is like being exposed to the curse of the gods on them.

Especially the members of the Bateko caravan seemed to further confirm Lu Zhiyu's identity. At this moment, everyone knelt on the ground and saluted Lu Zhiyu, as if they were witnessing this miracle, even the part of White Rose The members and guards were all moved, and fell to their knees in shock and bewilderment.

The young man looked at Lu Zhiyu. He was not tall and only reached Lu Zhiyu's shoulders. At this moment, tears filled his eyes. In his opinion, Lu Zhiyu was the incarnation of the gods who came to the world and rescued him from hell. messenger.

The young man's eyes were full of yearning and enthusiasm, he wiped away the tears from his face, knelt on the ground and kissed Lu Zhiyu's boots with the most devout etiquette in the desert, and pressed his head deeply and respectfully to the ground.

"Messenger of the gods, my name is - Setixis."