It is indeed Atas here, and Zhao Mai has confirmed this. Through conversations with these white-robed men, he gradually restored the appearance of the world and had some guesses about the era he lived in.

The Karak Witch King was still sitting upright on his throne, and his infamous ultimate dragon-making spell that sent him to a dead end was still not yet implemented. Most of the people who were later called heroes were still struggling in slave camps and arenas. The curtain of the changes of the times had just begun.

Although there are many things about Atas planet, and even a few people with the names of the protagonists who caused historical changes, there are blurred memories, but there are rough lines. The history of this world can be simplified into a blue era in which halflings rule the world and creates everything; the halflings distort nature caused the ocean to decline and exit the stage of history, and the emerald green era in which other races flourish; the magical era in which the warriors of the early warriors brought magic that absorbed the power of nature into the world; the warriors led by Rajat to start the "purification war" era of genocide; the modern era of the fighters rebelled and sealed their master Rajat and became the witch king; and the heroic era of slave liberation was about to begin.

The witch kings each owned the city-state and became kings who ruled everything high above. They collected various materials and absorbed the power of the earth, hoping that one day they could go further and become "dragons". The dragon-making spell was prepared for these witch kings. Combining the characteristics of arcane and spiritual power, the 100-foot pole head went further. It was a path of real comprehensive improvement and evolution. If you become a dragon, you can become a god. This is something that the witch kings believed in.

Karak was the second fighter of the Taichu warlock Rajat, and was called the "Oops' Doomsday". He completed the mass extermination of the ogre race on the Atas planet, completely cleaned up this species, and is currently the ruler of Tyr City. Proficient in arcane, he invented a method that can shorten the very complex and time-consuming dragon transformation process to within a few days and nights. In order to achieve this goal, he was about to begin to rush to his own city-state, which caused the uprising of slaves and caused his own death, becoming the first Witch King to be killed by a non-Witch King or a Tychu Warlock.

Since you have come here, you must go to Tyr City to check out. Zhao Mai has made a decision. Although no matter which city you are in, the world is actually cruel, Zhao Mai at least knows the general historical context of Tyr City's development, and is still somewhat of a prescient advantage. Other city-states, such as Nibennae City, which is closest to him, know nothing about the current situation of the city-state, the character of the Witch King, or what will happen in the future, and the risks will be greater.

Zhao Mai made up his mind and began to get out of it. He temporarily frightened the group of sand thieves, but this was definitely not a long-term plan. Something would happen sooner or later. While sitting by the fire and reaching out to cook the fire, Zhao Mai made a secret plan. First of all, he wanted to make Butcher really good. His force was an indispensable part of all plans. He picked a few poisonous berries from the cliff, drew natural force from the earth, and used the magic berry spell to create magic berry to restore physical strength and heal wounds. With enough water and other food, Butcher's condition was slowly recovering.

"Take us to find the business road, these ten gold coins are yours." Zhao Mai continued to increase his bargaining chips. Even if he did this in front of the robbers, he could only do this. "You don't have to worry about other things, because they have nothing to do with you."

"Do you know, the templar of the Witch King will not talk to me like this." Grandpa stroked the gold coins with his fingers, but he still couldn't make up his mind, so he said: "But they won't pay me either. For the sake of these gold..."

"Hmph, gold is nothing more than gold, don't give them face." Zhao Mai leaned against the spear, and the flames jumped between his fingers. "Aren't you curious about the patterns and patterns of these gold?"

"Of course I want to know," Grandpa nipped the gold coin with his teeth, and then smiled: "It's rare for such a good quality."

"In the past, these were all big road goods. What you have to do is to dig down at the right time and use the right method to dig down." Zhao Mai smiled mysteriously, and stopped talking halfway, leaving enough guesses. The grandfather scratched his ears and cheeks, and wanted to know the following text, but he did not dare to use the method of asking questions to anger the mysterious person in front of him.

Zhao Mai seized the time to adapt to the local natural force and strive to improve his skills as soon as possible. After leaving the sand sea, the mountainous areas already have an ecological environment. Although it is fragile, it can form a natural force environment. Zhao Mai put his hand on the ground of the cave and can touch its subtle veins through personal touch. Although the natural force here is thin, it is more tenacious and tenacious, and it feels like touching thorns. Every use will make the body feel tingling, piercing into the liver and bone marrow.

It is also difficult for the little flower to provide natural force. It barely maintains its own needs for growth and has no more energy. The little flower is very sorry for this. She once cried. Zhao Mai patiently comforted it, saying that as long as everyone works together, it is the most important thing to be safe.

The group of white-robed men agreed to Zhao Mai's request, willing to take them on the trade route, and even escort them to the Otaruk Pass. Zhao Mai did not argue about this, and was calm on the surface, but secretly raised his vigilance. The threat of life and death made him have little choice, and even if he extracted and desecrated the power here, he would do nothing.

If there were no such threats, he would of course be willing to gradually improve his strength in the process of promoting natural circulation. This is the right way for the druid. But the right way is too slow, and at present it is a dead end. Zhao Mai held his breath, eliminated distracting thoughts, grasped the thorns of the natural force, and began to pull it out.

This undoubtedly brought a natural counterattack, causing great pain to Zhao Mai. Xiaohua exclaimed and hurried to help. It used its own strength to help Zhao Mai remove the spikes in the Force and reduce his burden.

The rest of the parts were still incredibly painful. Zhao Mai needed to use his teeth to tear open the tough outer skin, chew the bitter and astringent part of it, and let the venomous core of the natural force into his body. Atas was ravaged by magic, his natural will was dissipated and angry. This anger targeted all spellcasters, including the druids.

Only by tasting this toxin with anger can we merge with the local natural force. Atas once had a very prosperous natural period, when all creations grew, including living weapons and armor, living tools, and even the entire living city. The natural force is extremely proud, and it is this pride that makes the force even more lost and full of hatred after its decay, and even a dark idea of ​​regressing all living things to the original. The force constantly brought this idea, muttering in Zhao Mai's mind: to eliminate all the intelligent races, let everything return to the desolation, and then be truly reborn in the fire.

Zhao Mai must not only be synchronized with the Force, but also avoid being affected by it. This is a game of vain and serpents, which is no different from his relationship with these sand thieves. They are all tempted and want to see Zhao Mai's essence hidden under the skin so as to decide what he wants. Zhao Mai gives them what he wants to see, and make them satisfied, so as to gain time to get what he wants.

The ecosystem here is simple and fragile. As long as one link is broken, the entire chain will collapse, so it will become quite easy to absorb destructively. Under the headscarf and inside the robe, Zhao Mai was sweating profusely, but nothing could be seen from the outside. Pain was just a punishment on the surface. His mind was under huge risks and could be assimilated into a natural Avenger. But since he survived the early danger and still maintained his original intention, he would continue to reach the limit. Zhao Mai persisted for more than half an hour, and there was nothing to suck around except for these sand thieves. The last Qingming in his mind told him that he could not be alarmed at the moment, so he took his palm back.

He gradually began to master the power of the new world, adapt, integrate and utilize.
Chapter completed!