Chapter 1185： trace (1/2)

Successfully killed the powerful elemental creatures, closed the space gap connecting the elemental domain, and solved the crisis facing the team-at least it seems to be a crisis-the old mage Modil seemed quite excited. The powerful spellcaster with dozens of legendary magic shots out, and each of them was nearly as powerful as a naval gun, clutching the swordsman's hand who didn't react much from start to finish, happy like a child.

It took a long time for the swordsman to finally confirm that the old mage in front of him had not joked with him, and the praise in his words was not meant to ridicule him.

This old man is serious...he turned out to be serious...

"I..." The swordsman was clutching his hands tightly by the old man, subconsciously trying to break away from the opponent, but his arm was full, but he didn't twitch. "I didn't help much at all just now... it was you who eliminated that terrible opponent..."

The swordsman blushed as he talked about it, recalling his "fighting" just now, this sturdy man didn't even know how to speak down for a while-it seemed that apart from being pushed out in a daze, he was in a daze The biggest feat of his audience was being blown into the air by the shock wave, which added a bit of fun and appreciation to the whole battle. If time can go back, his only hope is that he can land on both feet when he falls...this How do you say it?

The old mage Modil was completely unaware of the awkwardness of the swordsman. He continued to hold the opponent's hand cheerfully, and said modestly: "You are too humble, young man, this is not in line with the spirit you should have. ——We all know how much the mage in the battle needs protection. If you weren't standing in the front, I wouldn't be able to perform so well..."

Lola's expression on the side was dumb. At this time, she didn't even have the motivation to roll her eyes. She just couldn't help muttering in her heart-does this terrible old man really need "protection"? In the whole battle just now, anyone who can breathe more needs protection than him! Even the flame giant who can't breathe seems pitiful, weak and helpless...

But she didn't dare to say this on the spot, she could only say carefully after considering the vocabulary for a long time: "Mr. Modil... I didn't expect you to be so powerful. A powerful spellcaster like you, before. It's so low-key..."

While talking, the young huntress tried to guess from the series of terrifying spells just now what level the strange magician is. She thinks the other party is at least high-level...maybe even a legend, but Her identity and strength are not that high. She has never seen what a true legend looks like in her life. She hasn't even touched a high-level power a few times. In her eyes, Modil's strength is like an abyss that cannot be judged. The level cannot be measured.

So in the end, the biggest thought in her mind was just awe.

"Really?" Modil was taken aback after hearing what Laura said, and then he happily stroked his chin (and finally let go of the swordsman's hand by the way), "I am not low-key. Thoughts, I just do what I like to do..."

"A powerful person is qualified to choose which way to go," the druid in the team couldn't help but sigh, and then smiled on his face, "Anyway, a powerful spellcaster like you is in ours. In between, this is everyone’s greatest fortune. If you are still willing to continue activities in the adventurer camp, then our safety in Tarrond will have the greatest guarantee..."

The Druid said everyone’s heart. Even Laura, who was a little confused, couldn’t help but secretly agree after hearing this. However, Modil seemed to have some vague and trivial memories evoked by these words, old The mage frowned, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, and he whispered to himself softly: "You can't say that...you can't say that...you can't be blindly confident because of your own strength...you will encounter situations that you can't beat. Sometimes I just can't beat..."

"Modier... sir?" Lola noticed that Modil's condition was not right, and immediately stepped forward cautiously and asked in a low voice, "Do you think of anything again? Are you okay?"

"Me? Oh, I'm okay, okay," Modil Ji Ling woke up from the trance, he blinked vigorously, then smiled at Laura with a trace of gratitude, "Sorry, I just fell into that trance again. I’m in a good condition, thanks to you calling me out. I’m fine, but some past experience and lessons have emerged vaguely just now. I seem to have suffered a lot from believing in my own strength, and I have been defeated a lot by difficult enemies. Second... It's a pity that I can't remember the specific details."

"Even a powerful spellcaster like you will encounter an invincible enemy?" Lola's eyes widened in astonishment, "and have been defeated... many times?"

Modil shook his head slightly. Although his memory was chaotic, the experience accumulated in his long life has been deeply imprinted in his mind: "There are all kinds of powerful forces in this world. A strong man far better than me. Once the warships and chariots that rely on magical forces are assembled, they cannot be matched by any traditional strong man. Not to mention the strange beings living in different dimensions, and us. The gods above... Always remain humble and cautious is the essence of long-term survival. The great pioneer Gawain Cecil once warned future generations: Blind self-confidence is the first ladder to destruction, this is me One of the most respected mottos in this life."

Laura showed a thoughtful expression. Although she has been with Modil for a while, after seeing the real strength of the old mage today, and hearing the other's humble introspective words, she couldn't help but produce a lot. New emotion.

Modil's attention quickly shifted to other places. The old man who was keen on adventure and discovery raised his head and his eyes fell on the explosion pit that was still rising with amazing heat and filled with various waste energy not far away. , Joy soon appeared on his face: "Ah, we still have something we haven’t inspected yet, friends--I thought I accidentally destroyed all the spoils, but it seems that the element lord and the space rift are both destroyed after the destruction. Leave us something good, can you see how valuable these crystallization residues are?"

The attention of the adventurers finally fell back on their "jobs". Laura and her companions followed the reputation to the still hot land not far away. They saw countless explosion pits bombarded by powerful spells. And the wrinkled and curled rock formations, the fragments of the element lord’s remains are all over it, and between the unextinguished flames and the cloud-like waste energy, the fine crystals shimmer like gems at the bottom of the pit, stimulating adventure The sight of the readers.

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In the large-scale dark tower of the New Agundor Civic Center, the leader Hragor and Speaker Andal sat at a long table and looked at each other. A dragon warrior who came to report on the situation stood in front of the two leaders. On the long table between them, there are some fine crystals in a box.