Chapter 256 Weapons (4000 Words)

Nolan, Hearthstone Tavern.

"She's my assistant."

Facing the question from the eldest sister, Qiao Xiu naturally answered her.

"Assistant... Qiao Xiu, if you lack manpower, I can provide it to you, and I can definitely trust you."

This reply made Qiao Xiu not know how to answer. Qiao Xiu is really short of manpower now.

But what Qiao Xiu really lacks is 'programmers', and Qiao Xiu thinks that there should be very few people in this world who have lit up the skill of 'programming', and even if they do, it's only at the entry level.

"Thank you for your concern. At present, I don't lack any manpower. I will inform the dean of the college of higher education about the admission of new students recommended by you. I will also start to solve the famine problem in Wangcheng."

After Joshua gave an answer in a formulaic way, Cecily also gave a reply of "I hope everything goes well".

Joshua swung his fingers to close the magic net interface, and looked at Shirley who was eating dinner.

"What's the matter?" Ciri noticed Joshua's gaze, raised her head with a spoon in her mouth.

"No...nothing."

Qiao Xiu shook his head, sat back on the desk and opened the interface of the magic net again. This time, what appeared before Qiao Xiu was not the messages that kept popping up from the text messages, but the inscriptions that were so complicated that even Qiao Xiu would have a headache. code.

Even if Qiao Xiu's thinking speed and body reaction can be multiplied after entering the meditation state, the workload of using the inscription "programming" is still so great that Qiao Xiu wants to collapse on the sofa and say, "I'm almost giving to the useless people." up'.

What Qiao Xiu is making is just a pixel game. In the future, it will be almost impossible for one person to complete a large-scale game that will cost dozens of g and take a year or two to develop.

"Sure enough, is the programming course at the Higher Academy of Magic necessary?" Joshua picked up the invitation letter with the owl wax stamp on the table.

Now Joshua can only hope that Nolan, a city full of talents, will have one or two programming geniuses at the level of 'Bill Gates' or 'Linus Benedict'.

At present, the person Joshua knows who may be dubbed the title of 'genius' is of course the gray-clothed magician who has the name of Nolan's sage.

Joshua took some time to edit a text message and sent it to the man in gray, explaining that he would visit Nolan College of Higher Education tomorrow and hoped that there would be news of several demons who wanted to enroll.

After sending out the text message, Qiao Xiu quietly waited for the sage's reply.

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An owl landed in front of a gray wizard tower, and a dim green light flashed... The owl instantly became an elf.

This is one of the many forms of beasts that Elder Sephaen comprehends, and it is also the earliest form of beasts that he comprehends.

He raised his head and looked at the somewhat dilapidated mage tower. There were several owls squatting around the mage tower, as if they were monitoring the movements of this uninvited guest.

The Mage Tower was originally a symbol of Nolan's glory, but this Mage Tower can be said to be the most inconspicuous of Nolan's seven Mage Towers.

Elder Sepharn pushed open the wooden door of the mage tower and walked in, but the inside was much neater than the outside.

He scanned the tower with the vision of the black wood elf, but he couldn't find the figure of the owner of the tower.

In the darkness behind him, a fork silently stretched out and touched the neck of Elder Sephaen...

"Don't move."

A strange voice sounded behind the elf elder.

The guards of the mage tower... no... this familiar breath.

Ever since Elder Sephaen fought against the Inquisition Tribunal, he has been very sensitive to the 'smell' of this group of executioners.

The Inquisition destroyed the World Tree of the Blackwood Elves and slaughtered his people. For Elder Sephaen, these guys were already unforgivable enemies.

Elder Sephaen did not wait for the other party to say the next sentence, a large number of green vines suddenly spread out on the ground, and these vines forced the other party to stay away from Elder Sephaen.

"You cruel intruders, why are you here?" Elder Sefarn turned around and saw the figure clearly in the darkness.

The inquisitor's appearance looked extremely young, with a little cream stained on her cheeks, and she seemed to be chewing something in her mouth... and the weapons in her hands were a fork and a knife.

"I should ask this question, right? Elf!" She said loudly to Elder Sepharn after swallowing the contents of her mouth.

Elder Sefarn was not fooled by her youthful appearance, the light green inscription appeared in his hands, and a large number of thorny thorns burst out from the wooden planks of the tower.

"Stop... you two, I don't think you have any point in fighting."

The door of the high tower was pushed open, and the gray-clothed man returned to the high tower and looked at the confronting judge Cheryl and Elder Sephaen.

"Rursk, she is an executioner from the Inquisition."

Elder Sephaen called out the name of the man in gray, and at the same time warned the danger of the person in front of him.

"That's just the past. Now this little girl should be considered a writer, Cephane. I know you have a lot of questions to ask me. Come with me."

The gray-clothed man seemed to have seen the arrival of the blackwood elf long ago, and he walked slowly up to the upper floors of the mage tower.

Elder Sefarn glanced at the 'weapon' held by the judge. The knife was still stained with cream, and it didn't look like a prop used for murder.

Strong self-control allowed Elder Sephaen to suppress his anger towards the judge, and followed the man in gray.

"According to the time, it should be almost thirty years since I saw you, Sephaen...The lifespan of human beings is really short. There is basically no change between when I first saw you and now." The gray-clothed man said.

"I remember that you were still a magician studying in Nolan at that time." Elder Sephaen said.

"Don't mention those things that I can't remember clearly, Cephane, this time you left the forest to seek revenge from the Inquisition of the Church, right?"

The man in gray looked at the elf druid quietly and asked.

"Part of it is because of the hatred of my race, and the other part is the reason why the Inquisition destroyed the World Tree, not to make my race disappear in this world..."

Elder Sefarn looked around. This is the highest level of the mage tower. Although the surrounding area seems to be covered with dust and debris, it is full of various powerful magic barriers. If anyone touches any book here Books, he will be reduced to ashes in an instant.

"That ancient thing?" The man in gray waved his hand and a book that had been dusty for a long time fell into his hands.

The surface of the book is covered with dust, and even some spider silk is stuck to it.

The gray-clothed man opened this ancient book. The text on it was not the text used by humans today, but a complex and difficult text.

This is the text that can be seen on the damaged buildings in the underground ruins of Nolan, and these texts are the symbols that make up the various spell casting inscriptions.

But only a very small number of spellcasters can understand all the content written above, and the man in gray is one of them.

"I would rather believe that what is written in this book is just a fantasy written by a lunatic." The man in gray said.

"But it's true." Elder Sephaen stared into the eyes of the gray-clothed man and said, "I met a dark elf in Nolan, an elf who had disappeared from this world for a long time, and she told me...their family The World Tree was also destroyed by the Inquisition, and a frost elf also suffered the same disaster, but that girl is lucky, the World Tree of the frost elves still has hope of rebirth, just like... us."

"Unfortunately, the Nolan spellcasters are free, they don't obey anyone, Cephane."

The Gray Clad knew why the Blackwood Elf had come to him.

Now that the Blackwood elves, who have been hit hard, want to defeat a behemoth like the Kingdom of the Holy Order, they must find reinforcements.

"Don't be depressed, maybe I can't order all of Nolan's spellcasters to fight against the Holy Kingdom, but there is indeed one in Nolan."

"That demon named Joshua?" Elder Sefarn guessed what the gray-clothed man wanted to say, "I can't imagine everything that demon showed me, but I still can't believe that a demon can Let so many humans obey him."

"Not following orders, Cephane."

The man in gray waved his hand again, and a pure white inscription appeared in his hand, and the image of the judge Cheryl and the nun Denisa enjoying dessert appeared in front of Elder Sephaen.

"This is Cheryl. She is a defector. She betrayed the Inquisition Tribunal and brought her friends to escape from the Kingdom of the Holy Order and came to Nolan through the portal."

"Defectors, did the Inquisition let them go?"

Elder Sefarn looked at the two people on the screen, and his original anger subsided a little.

He was not blinded by hatred.

Although the younger girl looked like a bloody executioner, Elder Cephane was sure that the girl in nun's attire was not stained with anyone's blood at all.

Judges are also different from judges.

"No, what they carry is the secret that the Inquisition Tribunal has concealed from the world for many years. They were chased and killed by the Inquisitors who came here, and they were even driven into a desperate situation."

Back then, the gray-clothed man watched the "live broadcast" on the spellcaster forum, so the tone of his narration was quite immersive.

"You saved them?"

Elder Sefarn could only guess at this possibility, otherwise it would be impossible for the two defected judges to be in the mage tower of the man in gray.

"I was just one of the spellcasters who saved them, and there were dwarves among the helpers at that time."

The interface of the magic net appeared in front of the gray-clothed man. He logged in to the caster forum and entered the section of the 'Immovable Library'.

The spellcaster forum does not have a search function for the time being, and the gray-clothed person can only start to look through the historical posts according to his memory.

At this time, the grey-clothed person once again realized the convenience of the spellcaster forum. No matter how old the post is, it will not be lost due to time. It only takes some time to find it.

Compared with the daily gossip and magic research, the posts in this section of the immovable library are much less.

As a senior member of the spellcaster forum, the gray-clothed man turned over a dozen pages from his memory before finding the distress post sent by Sister Skotan, that is, Cheryl.

The man in gray showed the reply record under this post to Elder Sephaen.

In the eyes of Elder Sefarn, this post can already be regarded as a battle meeting...

The combat meeting held to save the Sister Skotan, and everyone in the meeting did not know each other, but they all chose to lend a helping hand to this stranger who had never met.

"How did it happen?" Elder Sepharn couldn't understand the motives of these humans and dwarves, so he finally had to ask questions.

"Maybe it's because this Sister Skotan has written an interesting story."

The man in gray closed this post, went straight to the first page of the immovable library, and opened a post that already had nearly seven or eight thousand replies.

That is the "Diary of a Heretic" written by Sister Skotan.

"I have read this diary."

When Elder Sephaen used the spellcaster forum, he also hoped to find information about the Inquisition Tribunal on it. This "Diary of the Inquisitor of Heretics" told him almost everything about the Inquisitor.

"This is an interesting diary, and there are many people who like it." The man in gray didn't hold back his praise.

"Unfortunately Rursk, I can't understand human preferences."

"That's because you didn't see the end. For those who like this diary, it is absolutely impossible to imagine the pain of never being able to see the latter part, and the death of the author will lead to this result, and the dwarves Will come to the rescue, I think because of the game called Hearthstone," said the gray man.

"..."

Cefarn thought for a moment when he heard this, and he was able to understand what the gray-clothed man wanted to express.

"It was the devil who created the magic net, and he also created the game "Hearthstone". Do you want to say that he contributed to all this? Rursk."

The man in gray waved his hand slightly again, and a book recording the history of the world on the bookshelf flew into his hand.

"Many years ago, missionaries from the Kingdom of the Holy Order traveled all over the world. Through their own language and the text in the Gospel, they rendered demons as cruel monsters and enemies of mankind." The history of the copy was shown to Cephane and said.

"Now why can't a demon rely on the magic net he created, the voice of Nolan, so that the movie tells the people the true face of the Heresy Tribunal in the Kingdom of the Holy Order? This is his weapon, Cephane... Far more powerful than magic , armies, long swords and terrifying weapons.”

"But it will take time for this weapon to show its brilliance... There are not many World Trees in the world that can be used as 'locks'." Elder Sephaen said.

"It won't be long."

When the man in gray said this, he just received a text message from Joshua. After reading the content of the text message, a smile appeared on his face.

"Safarn, how about going with me tomorrow to see how much influence that demon has in this city?"