Amon didn't explain where he went yesterday. He couldn't tell Link either, and some secrets didn't need to be known. He asked Link if there was an area rich in iron ore nearby. Perhaps he could find swamps and pools for the Ironbacks to live in.
Link thought for a moment and replied, "There is such a place. There is a pool in the dense forest under the rocks in the southeast of the village, not far from the road leading out of the mountain. Do you want to keep these Ironbacks next to the village?"
Amon laughed, "Why, are you afraid? In fact, the Ironbacks don't eat people. They are omnivores, eating aquatic plants, fish and shrimp in the mud, and occasionally preying on small animals. These Ironbacks are just a little bigger and a little fierce, but they are already very human. Since they have been tamed by me, they will naturally not harm the people here. They can also be the protectors of the village.
As for you, you can't always be afraid of them. In the future, when you get familiar with them, you may be able to use them as practice opponents. They are very smart and know what you want to do. Practice hard, and when you become a third-level mage, I will give you a real staff and a fighting weapon. "
Upon hearing this, Lynk, who had been a little worried at first, was instantly overjoyed. He grinned from ear to ear and nodded, "God Amon, thank you so much for your gift. How could I accept it? I wonder what your devout servant can do for you? "
Amon waved his hand, "You have done a lot for me. If there is anything I need, I will tell you directly."
Link rolled his eyes and said tentatively, "Amun, can I ask you one thing?"
Amon lowered his head and began to eat. After swallowing the roast meat in his mouth, he said, "Just say it."
Link's tone was a little stuttering, "Can I … learn to write? You know that our people are illiterate, and you said that I'd better learn to write … But who can teach me? "
Amon replied without thinking: "Oh, you should learn to write, or it will be difficult to learn some advanced magic in the future. I will teach you when I have time. This is not easy. You have to put in the effort to learn it. "
Link nodded his head like a chicken pecking at its food. "Of course, I will definitely do my best. Thank you for your kindness! … No matter how hard it is to write, it can't be more difficult than magic, right? "
Link was in high spirits when he left. He felt as if his steps were light as a feather, as if he was about to fly. He finally felt as if a stone had been lifted from his heart. Yesterday morning, when Amon asked about the way out of the mountain, he was worried that Amon would suddenly leave, and then Amon would disappear with the cat. Link suspected that he had left without saying goodbye, and he was very sad.
He had asked Amon if he could teach him how to write. On one hand, he really wanted to learn. On the other hand, he was testing Amon's attention. Learning to write was not something that could be done in one or two days. At least, it meant that Amon would stay here for a long time. Amon also said that he would give him a real staff, but that would have to wait until he became a third-level mage.
Link was so excited that he forgot that Amon only had a branch and a leather bag. There was no staff at all. Where could he get one? But Link didn't think too much about it. In his mind, Amon was almost like a god. It was possible that he could create any miracle. Even the five fierce Ironbacks were brought back by him like obedient kittens.
… …
The landslide cut off a tributary of the Euphrate River, forming a dammed lake under the plateau. The road to Syah was submerged. Amon had no way out. Even if the road could still be used, Amon had no way out. The town of Duc no longer existed, and he couldn't go back.
Now, Amon had two choices. One was to stay in the village and continue to practice body arts and magic; the other was to go down the mountain and enter the Kingdom of Bablon, which would be his first stop on the continent. He didn't plan to stay in the cavemen's village forever, but he was not in a hurry to leave. Last night in the cave, he had made up his mind. The next step was to practice body arts and pass the test of "purity of blood" to become an advanced fourth-level warrior. Then he would continue to practice magic and become a fourth-level mage. Only then would he leave.
Meditation was not the only way to practice high and middle level magic. Meditation was also an important experience for mages. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to understand the higher level of magic. Otherwise, Crazy 'Ole wouldn't have traveled all over the continent in the past hundred years.
However, the test of the purity of the bloodline that Amon was about to face in the future was very clear in Bair's annotation. He needed to concentrate on his training and focus on the changes that had taken place in his body. It was best to do so in a quiet and undisturbed environment. Therefore, this caveman's village was the most suitable place.
After Link left, Amon noticed Schrödinger. The pot of roast meat had been eaten up. The cat was sleeping soundly in the grass. Although it was depressed, it didn't mistreat itself. Amon's leather bag was placed next to the grass, containing the bone. Normally, Schrödinger would put the bone in the grass and press it down with its paw. But today, it didn't.
It wasn't that Schrodinger didn't touch the leather bag. The opening of the leather bag had been opened by the cat's paw, revealing a corner of the bone. However, Schrodinger didn't take it away. It seemed that the cat couldn't move the bone either. Maybe Schrödinger didn't have any magical power. His previous guesses might be wrong.
Amon took the bone and took out all the items stored inside. He studied them carefully. Since he had promised to give Lynk a staff, he might as well take the opportunity to pick one for himself. Instead of looking at the weapons, Amon was most interested in the scrolls. There were eight scrolls in total, of different sizes and lengths.
This was the first time Amon had seen a magic scroll. Such a precious magic artifact would never belong to a blacksmith's son. It was difficult for him to figure out the use of the scroll, because once it was written, it couldn't be opened. Once it was opened with magic, it would activate magic. It was a one-time consumable.
If the person who wrote the scroll didn't explain it himself, and it fell into the hands of someone who didn't understand the magic, the other person might not know what kind of magic effect and power it would have after it was opened. Writing a scroll not only took a lot of effort, but also didn't guarantee success. No one wanted the magic power they had painstakingly condensed to be used by someone else, unless they voluntarily gave it to someone else. At this time, the person would clearly explain it to the user.
Of course, all kinds of scrolls had a specific way of making them. Those who were very familiar with scrolls or those who were very skilled in detection magic would be able to recognize many kinds of scrolls without any explanation. But Amon didn't have that ability yet.
Some of the scrolls he got might not have been made by the person who carried them. There were markings on the scrolls. At first glance, it was obvious that they were used by the mages from Eygut. The markings were written in the cursive script of Eygut, which explained what kind of magic the scroll would cast after it was opened and what kind of power it would have.
Amon was very lucky. Five of the eight scrolls had markings on them. They were different types of advanced magic scrolls. These things were very useful at critical moments. It meant that casting the corresponding advanced magic didn't need to consume one's magic power. If Medanzo saw it, he would definitely calculate how much these magic scrolls were worth, and then he would be very surprised.
The other three scrolls didn't have any markings on them. Amon didn't know what kind of scrolls they were, so he didn't dare to use them carelessly. He put them away for the time being. Then he took out the three staffs he got today and wanted to test the effects of casting magic on them.
The staffs weren't heavy. Amon would take them if he could carry them. Unlike armors and weapons, they were useless after being destroyed along with the inlaid parangons. There were only three staffs left in the cave.
The most special one was made of yellow-brown wood. It was very strong and durable. After thirty years, it still showed no signs of decay. The top of the staff was inlaid with a Terroculus. The precious special parangons showed that this staff was extraordinary. Amon didn't know how it was made, but the Terroculus seemed to grow naturally in the grain of the wood. Only a few sharp edges could be seen.
Amon had just activated the parangons with his magic power. Before he could use the staff to test the effects of the various magic spells, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear. "The one who is lucky enough to come here and pick up my staff! No matter who you are, please listen to my last words. I am the chief priest of the Shrine of Cape of the Ejyptian Empire, the seventh-level supreme mage Nero.
I am ordered by the Empire of Eygut to kill Bair and the traitorous Adoratrice. I don't believe that Troni would betray the Goddess. I am also indebted to Bair, but I have to carry out the order of the Empire. This is also an oracle! I heard the voice of Horus in the shrine. He ordered me to find these two people and kill them. It is Horus, the god I have believed in all my life.
Bair is a destroyer. He has angered the gods and will destroy himself. I will fight him and face my own destruction because I know how powerful he is. There was a crack in my heart. Why didn't the omnipotent Horus punish Bair himself? Why did he send an oracle to me? It is because of this hesitation that I left this message … "
The Terroculus could be used as a carrier for message magic. Crazy 'Ole left a lot of messages in the Terroculus that Amon received. The owner of the staff was also proficient in message magic. He left a message in the Terroculus, which was accidentally read by Amon.
This person claimed to be the chief priest of the Shrine of Cape, which should have been thirty years ago. He was one of the supreme mages who had been ordered to kill Bair. It seemed that Bair had caused a lot of trouble. Even the king of Eygut, Horus, was alarmed and even sent an oracle to this supreme mage.
Having learned his lesson from the last time when he was distracted while reading the message, Amon was still focused on activating the Terroculus even though he was surprised. The supreme mage's voice continued.
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P: I will continue with two chapters today and the second half of the chapter in the evening.
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