The time of day and night passed, and the seven professions absorbed those divine sources and did not leave here, but stayed here for a while. During this period, the spiritual power and magic power generated by the divine source crystal absorbed by Shaoke was equivalent to the amount he had produced after he had been meditating for three or five years. At this time, the entire divine source crystal consumed less than one-tenth of the size, which also means that when the mage completely absorbed the entire divine source crystal, it was equivalent to the time he had been practicing hard for more than fifty years.

For more than ten days, everyone carefully hid in this huge crack and rested. If they could not feel that there were any professions from the hostile alliance entering this area, they would fully appreciate the changes brought by the crystal of the divine source and try to speed up the absorption speed. If any of the hostile professions enter this area, they would often suddenly attack, hunt them wildly, and plunder their golden light balls and treasures they carried. However, Shaoke cut off the heads of each profession, and then crafted them with secret techniques and stored them.

"We shouldn't continue to stay here." After Shaoke completely absorbed the divine source crystal on that day, he made suggestions to others. "The enemy country has two small teams hunted by us here. I think they must have noticed something. I think the longer I stay here, the greater the danger I encounter." Said Shaoke turned his gaze to his professions. These people absorbed the divine source crystal one step earlier than Shaoke, and now they are absorbing those scattered memories!

A warrior suddenly opened his eyes. A faint golden light appeared on his eyes. This golden light meant that his strength was qualified to attack the ninth level profession. "I want to leave here." After saying that, the warrior told his reason without any concealment. "I have the ability to attack the ninth level, and it is not very useful to stay here." After saying that, the warrior looked at everyone with a calm face. He knew that if there was one more person in this team, they would not have the chance to hunt other professionals from the hostile alliance. Instead, it would be easy to become a target of hunting.

"Maybe you should go to the Maple Leaf Empire to receive your reward first, I believe that everyone here will not organize you." A white-robed mage sighed softly, and then expressed his thoughts. The other professions had no suitable reason to prevent the warrior from leaving, so they could only agree to leave here helplessly. Shaoke did not speak, but leaned on the wall with his eyes closed and rested. He did not care about these things at all, because he had already gained enough benefits on this crazy battlefield.

The atmosphere then became silent, and in the end another warrior said, "Let's escort you out of here together! After all, it's even more dangerous for you alone." His suggestion was recognized by everyone except Shaoko's accident, but Shaoko shook his head and refused. Because he didn't want to waste unnecessary time escorting the warrior, he would rather absorb the memories of those divine clones here than escort the other party.

"Mage Xueye, it's very dangerous for you to stay here alone. After all, there are no low-level professions walking alone on this battlefield now." The person who said this was a very young mage who felt good about Shaoke, so he kindly reminded him here. The rest of the people also persuaded Shaoke. After Shaoke hesitated again, he agreed to escort the warrior away from the hinterland of the Luanyun Empire and escort him to the border. As long as he entered other empires, the eighth-level warrior could arrive at the Maple Leaf Empire safely alone. Of course, there are places for rewards in other places, but I don't know what choice this warrior would have.

Since the decision had been made, everyone would not stay here for a long time. There was nothing to clean up. Everyone quickly flew out of this huge crack and then flew towards the outside of the battlefield based on the map.

The journey went smoothly. Shaoko and the others only encountered professionals from the hostile alliance. Since the number of the other party was a little more than them, Shaoko and the others relied on Shaoko to release a death-long death to hunt the top professional. Fortunately, there was no ninth level in this team, Shaoko and the others did not die at all, but they were only injured. Especially Shaoko was seriously injured, because after he was alone against a warrior and two mages, he was penetrated by an arrow by an opponent's archer.

Fortunately, Shaoke's battle experience was extremely instructed, and at the last moment, he spent a page of protective spells to resist the arrow to the greatest extent, so he was not killed into fleshy mud by the fighting spirit carried on the arrow. However, even so, his right arm fell off his shoulder because of the arrow's attack point.

After using some precious medicines for Shaoke to treat his right arm, everyone traveled for three or four days and finally arrived at the border. There were not many people on the border. Most of the camps in the past are gone now. Here, the warrior who was about to be promoted to the ninth level was separated from Shaoke and others. He was going to work hard for his dream.

"Let's separate here!" The mage familiar with Shaoko finally took out the scepter of the representative identity and finally played slowly: "Enter the battlefield again. It's hard for me to be sure whether I can survive again." After that, the mage sighed. He had already gained enough benefits on the battlefield. He didn't want to take risks now. The departure of his companions made him more determined. Then the others agreed to think about separation again.

"Snow Night Mage. What about you?" The only warrior looked at Shaoko. He actually wanted to kill on the battlefield to gain more benefits. However, in the face of lack of companions, he did not dare to enter that area at all. After all, there were fewer and fewer professions stranded on the battlefield, especially eighth-level professions. If they continued to stay here, there would be greater chances to encounter those nine-level or even ten-level teams. That would be bad. He wanted to gain benefits and did not want to lose his life casually.

Shaoke thought for a while and finally nodded and replied, "Receive the reward of Maple Leaf Empire. Then leave here." He was actually a little uneasy now. The situation of the three top professionals hunting gods' clones made him feel very strange. If the hostile alliance also sent such professionals who could capture gods' clones at will wander here. If the other party disliked him, he did not resist at all.

It's right.

Shaokodi's answer made the rest of the professions breath a little relieved. After years of getting along with each other, they had a certain emotional foundation. Therefore, a companion died casually. It was not what they were willing to accept. Finally, everyone told each other about their country and affiliated organizations. Finally, they left a contact method and received the reward of the Maple Leaf Empire together.

In Shaoke's view, the rewards of the Maple Leaf Empire are much more than those of the Blue Feather Empire. There are a large number of magic materials and regular magic fruits, and thousands of books for them to choose from. Most of these books are copied books from ancient times. Although they are not original, they are of great help to Shaoke and others. The last person got a large-capacity ring for everyone to store items.

The most important thing is that the Maple Leaf Empire has prepared a large number of magic props for everyone to choose. Although the power of these magic props is not very high, it is still very precious to Shaoke. A black cloak and several small props with the eighth-level spells were selected by him. As for the staff, he did not choose, but used the staff to exchange a scroll that copied the ninth-level spells with the person in charge of the Maple Leaf Empire. After doing all this, everyone separated after the last dinner.

The battle continued in the Luanyun Empire, but all of this had nothing to do with Shaoke. He just wanted to return to the Blue Feather Empire as fast as possible and go and see the Roman and the White-robed Sutra Master. More importantly, he wanted to talk to the Blue-robed Female Master about his experience in promoting the ninth level, because he felt that he was about to be promoted. All this was attributed to the divine source crystals obtained by so many divine clones.

The Luanyun Empire was separated by dozens of countries from the Blue Feather Empire where it was located. Since there was no single teleportation here when he returned, Shaoke could only fly slowly towards the Blue Feather Empire alone. He also comforted himself that this was equivalent to his own travel.

The emperor, who borders the Luanyun Empire, did not suffer huge damage due to the crazy battle. Instead, he prospered wildly for a while because of the influx of soldiers when the war just started. In order to avoid causing misunderstandings, Shaoke usually traveled in a carriage during the day and only flew to travel at night.

On that day, when Shao was studying the ancient magical characters in the carriage, the carriage suddenly stopped and the coachman reminded through the curtains: "Dear Master, a noble convoy comes from behind, we must give way to them." The famous coachman was not panicked when he said this, because the number of mages here is much more than that of the Blue Feather Empire. I am not too afraid of the mages.

"Yeah!" After Shaoke answered softly, he ignored his husband's study on his pillow. The mage immersed in the study ignored the situation outside. Only when there was hostility in the outside world, the mage could come back to his senses. When Shaoke was reminded by the coachman again, he found that the night was coming, and they were now staying in a bustling town. The coachman also ended his employment mission here.

After paying the coachman enough money, Shaoko tightened his cloak and searched for a tavern in the town. The tavern was very big and looked almost the same as the tavern in the small town. The mage entered the tavern, and the guests just glanced at him and continued their conversation.

The content of these conversations was actually some situations in the empire. But Shaoko did not pay attention to these things. He asked for some clear water and sliced ​​meat and started eating them.

"We said that the people from the Maple Leaf Empire will catch the princess of the Luanyun Empire?" A woman with a mercenary looked like a woman and said loudly to her companions with inferior rum. "I heard that the princess of the Luanyun Empire is very beautiful."

The female mercenary just finished speaking, and his companion heard loudly: "How many years have you discussed this question? If this princess wasn't beautiful, would the people of the Maple Leaf Empire start a war against her?" After that, he shook his head, grabbed a handful of nuts, peeled them and ate them.

These news almost made Shaoke laugh. He really didn't know that so many years have passed, and there were no ordinary people in the territory of the Luanyun Empire. It really made him feel ridiculous that these people were still so interested in discussing these things. The so-called princess incident made him even more helpless.

"Actually, this is still a resentment to the so-called gods. You said it would be great that they would stay in their own world well! Why do you come to us? Let us believe in them, can we live forever? Can we get everything we want?" A simple-dressed chanting poet slowly played the harp in his hand a few times, and then whispered an ancient song in a strange tone.

This song tells the story of the gods coming to this world, causing crazy battles to kill countless civilians, and the soul is shamelessly controlled by the gods and placed on the flames to burn for millions of years.

The ballad mentioned the names of more than ten people, who killed the gods and saved the civilians who were squeezed out of faith by the gods. In the end, most of the people in the tavern sang with him. Shaoko blurted his vision, thinking about the hard battles in the Luanyun Empire over the past thirty years.

"The gods are great." When Shaoke was recalling, he suddenly felt a faint slight sacrificial power, and the power of the sacrifice made him quickly alert. This was already the inertia caused by his long-term battle.

His eyes suddenly locked on an old man in a remote corner of the tavern. The old man looked very weak, and his ordinary white robe wrapped around the dining table in front of his thin body was a small plate of dough slices and a small bowl of steaming oatmeal porridge.

The old man quickly noticed Shaoke's gaze, and then his pale face showed a natural smile at Shaoke, and then he continued to bend down to have dinner. But the mage in the distance was still staring at the old man tightly, knowing that the breath of the sacrificial scent just now must have come from him.

The old man finished the meal a long time later, and then paid the money and left the tavern. Shaoko also followed the other party tightly towards the outside of the town.

There was a small forest outside the town, which was the place where the townsmen used to obtain branches to burn fire. The old man sat under a big tree and patted the seat beside him and signaled that Shaoko was sitting here.

"Let's talk?" Shaoke looked at the other party alertly. He could not be sure what level of sacrifice the other party was.

He knew that the old man in front of him was definitely much stronger than his. Now there were only those professionals who had been promoted to level 10.

"Yes, the young man is already injured and doesn't want to fight you anymore." After the old man said that, he pointed to the position beside him again, signaling Shaoke to sit here. "I used to be a legendary priest. I think it's easy to kill you an eighth-level mage even after I'm injured." After that, the old man closed his eyes and stopped talking. But occasionally a trace of white light appeared on his body. The light was the unique power of the priests. Shaoke no longer hesitated this time, and sat next to the old man without any warning.

"Which empire are you from?" The old man leaned on the tree pole, "It seems you just left that battlefield!" After saying that, the old man took out some wine glasses from his ring and slowly tasted some wine. He did not give it to Shaoke, because when he was having a meal, he found that the mage was drinking water.

After quickly answering the legendary old man's words, the mage asked uncertainly: "Why don't you kill me?" After saying that, he grabbed the staff tightly, and he was really worried that the other party would suddenly kill him.

"No legendary powerhouse will kill a low-level existence.

"The old priest shook the wine glass in his hand quietly. "Blue Feather Empire! It should be very close to the Mist Forest! I remember that I had traveled there before, but unfortunately I haven't been there for many years." Speaking of this, the old man suddenly turned his head and asked, "Do you have the Snow Bee Queen honey? I haven't tasted that thing for a long time."

Shaoke nodded, then took out a little queen bee honey and handed it to the other party. This was when Master Roman asked the Blizzard Merchant to prepare some for him when Shaoke was participating in this war. Now it was only the size of a baby's fist. The old priest took it with excitement, and then stuck out his tongue and licked it without any image.

"You can talk about why the battle still occurred after the demise of the Luanyun Empire!" Shaoke was silent for a while, and finally expressed his confusion. He now wanted to know why the battle became like this. It was very unwise to send so many high-level existences to a deserted land without people to join the battle. Of course, all of this was what he thought.

The piece of honey in the old man's hand was soon eaten by him. Finally, he drank some wine comfortably and said, "You don't know much about these things, well! Only the emperors of the empires and the thirteenth level existences know this kind of thing, and no one else knows it." After saying that, the old priest added again: "Only after you become a legend, if you want to know this, it's okay."

"The Wild Continent is finally here. Who can say that this is good or bad?" The old priest sighed. "It's rare to see any mage with the aura of ancient spellcasters on his body. You surprised me." After saying that, the old man laughed a few more times, then fell silent.

Shaoke was silent for a while and asked in confusion: "Dear priest, can I know why?"

"Okay." The white light appeared on the legendary priest, and the old priest's face looked paler. "After this battle, there is no country that believes in gods on this continent. Do you think this will be calm?" After saying that, the old priest reached out and touched the white light spots in the air. These light spots were all external manifestations of his dissipation. "Ignorance! Life will always end on the day, and the gods will be the same."

Then the old man talked to Shaoke about a lot of things, which were not what Shaoke should know now. Finally, the old priest sighed and said, "I thought I was no longer afraid of death, but I didn't expect that I was still so afraid now. Time!" The old man ignored Shaoke's surprise and suddenly turned his head to Shaoke and said, "What I left after my death must be of some help to you in the future. You can save this thing well!" After that, the old priest closed his eyes, and the ordinary silver wine glass in his hand fell to the ground, and his breathing completely disappeared. Only some scarlet liquid was left slowly flowing on the grass.

The body of the legendary priest slowly burned under the surprise gaze of Shaoko. The silver-white flames burned until the morning before completely disappearing. Shaoko stood there straight, standing there according to the etiquette of the ancient spellcaster until the flames disappeared.

A crystal-like head was left where the flames disappeared. There was no flesh and blood on the head, but the brain was an eighteen-layer altar. A milky white flame on the top of the altar was burning quietly, looking very beautiful. The altar was covered with small magical words, but when Shaoke released his mental power to detect, he did not gain any gains. The mental power easily penetrated the entire head, as if he had not noticed its existence. Shaoke finally put the head in his ring and continued on his way, as if the fall of a legendary existence had not happened just now. Of course, this incident was finally recorded in the casting record by him in detail, which was also his only way to commemorate the legend.

Apart from the head of this legendary powerful man, there was nothing else. Everything on the other party was burned into ashes by the flames on his body. The silver wine glasses that fell to the ground were also completely burned, leaving no traces of interestingness in this world.

The long journey is very boring for ordinary people, but it has no effect on the eighth-level mage Shaoke. Along the way, he studied here for a while whenever he went to an empire. This learning is not about learning magical knowledge, but about learning various knowledge similar to ancient mages. In the end, he even gave up flying and walked on this wild continent.

He served as a guard for ordinary merchants, had long talks with low-level nobles, and conducted academic research with some scholars. He even taught young children to understand words in an ordinary college for a year. Of course, the most time was to learn some knowledge that he had never seen in the public libraries of each empire. Fortunately, his mental power was very strong, and he could easily remember a lot of knowledge by using secret techniques. It was not until more than 20 years later that he returned to the Blue Feather Empire again.
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