With the help of Sale, when the Eagle Rider reached Jichang Ridge, Rig had already gotten a complete set of Buddhist practices from Yingmulan as he wished. Although Yingmulan was very strange, he did not think that Plato's magical little master had heard of Buddhist practices once, and he could really become a saint in his body!
In fact, Ying Mulan thought that she had just memorized the mantra and got the wind-proof magic array from Rig that could be used on the Eagle Rider, but she still took a big advantage.
Ying Mulan naturally didn't know that the little hooligan not only did not understand the Buddhist martial arts she recited, but also did not remember a single word. However, behind the little hooligan, there is a devil core that has existed for thousands of years. This demonic brain has a huge information database, and the knowledge contained is really endless.
But this was not what Ying Mulan cares about, nor even what Riggs care about. The little hooligan was standing on the green chicken intestine ridge all over the mountain, moving his body caused by long-term flight, rubbing his waist and muttering hatred: It's really not a human being, so it's better to say goodbye to Corna fans on the bed...
Ying Mulan naturally pretended not to hear the little man's crazy words, but instead directed her personal soldiers to place the eagle cavalry to guard the situation. At the same time, she said in confusion: Isn't a defender stationed here? Why isn't it?
Rig snorted, the demons invaded, and the huge Saint-Wallon Empire fell to its north. The small people in the Scorpion-tail area were panicked, and it was strange that they were still interested in sending troops to guard this uninhibited area.
That's just right.Ying Mulan smiled indifferently, so I didn’t worry about whether to kill someone to silence me.
The little hooligan was creepy when he heard this, and then he remembered that this woman who was called and drunk by him was a cruel female marshal!
So what, we have already arrived at Jichangling, how can we get them up?Standing on Jichang Ridge, the little hooligan suddenly realized that he had made a serious mistake.
The dungeon is deep underground in Jichang Ridge. Last time, Audrey's space magician helped him, and consumed a large amount of magic crystals and superimposed magic arrays to send these tens of thousands of people in!
But now, let alone Audrey didn't come, even if she came, there were not so many magic crystals. The coalition's magic crystal reserves have basically been completely broken into to save Donna.
Looking at the green mountains and steep surroundings, the little guy couldn't help but feel sad for a moment.
Ying Mulan was very thoughtful and said directly: Let's dig them out...
Rigg shook his head and said: What a joke, this is the south. It rains for more than half a year. It will take three days to build a road and collapse landslides every three days. How dare you dig such a big mountain?Are you afraid that those tens of thousands of you will be buried alive with a "boom"?This is really buried alive!
Ying Mulan snorted coldly: How did the goblin dig out a dungeon?
Are you a goblin?Rigg asked angrily.What does this have to do with me or not?Ying Mulan asked with a snorkeling.
The little hooligan stared at the female marshal of the Ying family who was shocking the southern group with a sarcastic expression, and sneered: The dungeon of a goblin is not a goblin, it is different from the magic circle of a magician who is not a magician but moves around. Usually, this kind of behavior has a very vivid name called seeking death!
Faced with Rigg's sarcasm, Ying Mulan was not furious as expected, but sneered and said: So, what good way do you have to get out the tens of thousands of people below?Dear, omnipotent, super-level magical little wizard of the Principality of Plato!
Looking at Marshal Ying Mulan's shiny eyes full of teasing and looking at him with a hint of expectation, the little hooligan took a lot of breath comfortably, and then said cautiously: Dig them out!
Ying Mulan didn't come back in one breath, and almost squirted blood on the shameless guy's head. She tried hard to suppress the rising anger in her heart, stared at the hateful handsome face in front of her, and gritted her teeth and asked in a voice that was about to kill: Dear Plato's magical little master, what is the difference between your dig out and mine?Are you actually not a human, but a goblin wearing human skin?
Of course my dig out is different from yours. I have a map, do you have one?Rigg said with a proud look on his face.
Do you have a map?Where did you come from the map?Ying Mulan asked in shock.
That...what is that name...Rigg replied with a smile: It's the last ranger, he has Ah in his hand.
With tens of thousands of subordinates being detained in the dungeon, Ying Mulan naturally had a full understanding of the origin of this dungeon. She was stunned when she heard Rig's words, and she said: Are you talking about the homeless man named Parrod?Do you know where he is now?
Rigg waved his hand and said indifferently: First, Parod is not a homeless man, but a ranger... Only a guy like Divirach can be called a homeless man.Second, of course I don’t know where he is, but the respected Marshal Yingmulan has a tool called the Magic Mirror. Don’t you know?
Ying Mulan stared at Rig and said with confusion: Does that homeless man have a magic mirror?What a joke, the high price of the Magic Mirror is unbearable for ordinary wealthy families, let alone a homeless man who doesn't even wear clothes in order... Well, he is said to be a ranger!
Rigg sighed, staring at Ying Mulan with a pity looking at the ignorant countryman for a long time, then sighed again with infinite regret. Just when Ying Mulan was about to get angry, the little hooligan had already taken out a small and exquisite magic mirror from his body, entered a string of magic runes, and then shouted: Teacher Fenbide, I am Rigg Ah. If you are not busy now, can you use the crystal ball to find someone for me?He should have been in southern Xinjiang, and his Majesty King Lear had a magic talisman planted. Well, his name is Parod, he is a teenager, thin, without magical power, he is a wanderer... he is just a wanderer!OK, I'll wait.
Turning off the magic mirror, Regg stared at Ying Mulan with a proud look on his face, his smug look almost overflowing.
Ying Mulan hesitated and said: Is that... the great magician Fen will win?
The little gangster nodded and said: The great magician of the prophecy department, the eleventh-level super-level magician, and the professor of the prophecy department of the Royal Magic Academy of the St. Warlon Empire.
Ying Mulan was full of shock: Do you ask a super-level magician to help you find someone with prophecy?
Prophecy is originally used to find people to find things.Rigg said for granted.
Ying Mulan endured it again and again, but she still couldn't help but look arrogant as if she treated the super-level magician as a roadside cabbage, and snorted coldly: Even if she found it, what if this person was far from Jichangling?Did we just stay here and wait for him?
Rig stared at Ying Mulan with an idiot expression and said in extreme surprise: How does your head grow? How can it ask such a stupid question so magically?
Ying Mulan sneered, am I stupid?Could it be that after Lord Rig found that person’s whereabouts, he could ask a super-level magician to send him over with a space teleportation array?I'm afraid this is not possible at level 11, but at least at level 13 or above!
Even if the super-level magicians on the south bank of the Holy River are flooded at this time, the super-level magicians are ultimately super-level. If the magician little wizard of Plato can easily assign a group of super-levels as Ying Mulan said, then just drag Audrey over there. He is a level 14 full-time space magician, do you still need to find any map to dig any holes?
Rigg looked at Ying Mulan's pity and became even stronger. He sighed softly and said helplessly: Of course, the super-level magician will not let me command, but the southern border is not big. After finding Parod's whereabouts, you send an eagle to take him out and take Ah in at most half a day. What kind of super-level magician is needed?
Ying Mulan's face instantly turned bright red like flames.
So Ah, it’s really terrible to be uneducated.The little hooligan murmured in a low voice, looking like a senior literate person.
hateful!Ying Mulan whispered, and saw Ying Mulan's angry look on her face. Rig, who was a little gangster, wanted to make more excuses and mock her again, but the magic mirror in his hand emitted a halo.
Rigg glanced at the message coming from the magic mirror and stayed there directly.
What's wrong?That guy with a map is far away?Is it at the end of Beiche Continent or at the extreme desert of Xicoconut Continent?Ying Mulan asked angrily.
Rigg scratched his head and said in surprise: It's neither at the end of Beiche Continent nor at the extreme desert of Xicoconut Continent. Fenbid's great magician replied to me, "This Parod is actually next to me."
What does it mean next to you?Ying Mulan asked in surprise.
What I mean next to me is that he is here... It seems that he is next to me in the magic mirror.Rigg explained with great care.
Ying Mulan naturally knew that the next side of the magic mirror was that although the two magic display points might be completely next to each other, in reality, they were dozens of miles apart. However, when she heard that the little ranger was near Jichang Ridge, she breathed a sigh of relief and made a gesture. Several of Ying Mulan's personal soldiers immediately flew into the sky with the eagle cavalry and began to search.
What are you looking for?At this time, Divirach came up curiously. It has to be said that the black charcoal head's physical fitness was too fierce. He was hung in the sky by several square eagles and flew for so long. When this guy first got off the ground, he looked like he was about to die. In just a few minutes, Ah recovered.
Parod.Rigg's short answer.
Oh... Divirachi responded, then stuffed his finger into his mouth, and blew an extremely loud whistle, and then, at the foot of the mountain, an equally loud whistle came.
There.Divirachi pointed and watched Ying Mulan's personal soldiers command the Eagle Cavalry to dive down. Regg looked at Black Charcoal Head curiously and asked in surprise: How do you know where he is?
I don't know Ah.Divirachi smiled, but as a senior bard of Atlantis, I also have a good understanding of cultural phenomena such as Ranger Ah and Thieves Ah. Isn’t it natural to understand their incision code?
Rigg was stunned for a moment, then sighed and murmured: If I had known that the whistle could be done, what kind of great magician would I use to use the great prophecy!A waste of favors!
Ying Mulan looked at Rig with a smile, but she was very wise and didn't say anything... The little guy's vengeance was terrible, Ying Mulan didn't want him to find any excuses to press it on the bed.
Marshal, we have found Mr. Parod.A personal soldier walked up and said hurriedly: He dug through the dungeon.
What?Ying Mulan was shocked, and Rigg was also shocked: What did you say, that guy dug through the dungeon?
What a joke, the dungeon built by the ground essence is deeply buried under Jichang Ridge. The geology of the Scorpion Tail area is changeable, rainy and moist, and the mountains are soft. Even the roads collapse and landslide from time to time. Digging holes in such mountains... is simply seeking death!
Moreover, can one person dig through the dungeon?
Ying Mulan's personal soldiers may have felt the surprise of the two and hurriedly said: The specific situation seems to be Parodson first contacting the people in the dungeon, and then digging together on both sides...
Contact the dungeon people?Rig and Ying Mulan looked at each other, and hurried down the mountain at the same time. While walking, Rig was shocked: Could it be that little ranger is a hidden magician? Otherwise, how could he talk to someone below the ground hundreds of meters apart?
Ying Mulan frowned and thought without answering. Instead, Divirachi, who was following behind, laughed and said: What's the Ah? There must be pipes for ventilation in the dungeon. These pipes can naturally transmit sound. Since Parod has a map, it would be normal to find a sound transmission pipe.
Rigg said in surprise: Will there be a sound transmission channel in the city of goblins?
How rare is that underground city does not have ventilation and sound transmission pipelines. Otherwise, would the dwarves and goblins living in the abdomen and underground be all magic masters who use magic mirrors to talk?...The problem solved by a piece of metal tube Ah... Divirachi rolled his eyes, then glared at Ying Mulan, and said: This guy is an idiot, I won’t talk about it. You are Marshal Ah, the ambitious and scheming villain Ah, so you don’t even know the most basic common sense?Could it be that he really had an intersection with this hooligan and was then infected by his stupidity?
Ying Mulan was stunned for a moment, and then nodded with certainty: Obviously this is the only explanation.
I'm asking for death to say it clearly!The little hooligan cursed angrily.
In an inconspicuous valley below Jichang Ridge, when he saw Parod with a dirty face, he scolded: What are you doing here, you guy?Aren't you afraid of digging the mountain and burying you?
And he was angry at Plato's magical little mage, but the little ranger in Pity was obviously at a loss. After a long time, he said: "It was you who asked me to develop a dungeon to be a tourist attraction... I have been thinking about this, so I have nothing to do. Who knew that one day, I accidentally discovered this metal tube and knocked it. Someone actually spoke inside... and then...
Develop tourist attractions?You alone?This pit you dug?Rigg pointed to a shallow hole next to the metal tube and said unhappy.
The inside was almost dug through... Parod hurriedly said: I am the only one outside, so the speed must be slower, but there are many people inside, and the digging is very fast... Now that you have so many of you coming, it will definitely be faster!
Ying Mulan said slowly: They were digging around inside, nothing happened, right?
Parod looked at Rig carefully before saying: Before they met me, they were starting to dig. I heard that there were two small landslides and several people died... But after contacting me with this pipe, nothing happened after I had the guide to the map.
Rigg was stunned for a moment, and before he could make a sound, he heard Ying Mulan sigh and said: So that's it. I think no one will feel comfortable being locked in a dungeon... You can contact them... This is God's will!
Hearing Ying Mulan's tone with obvious dissatisfaction, Rig was very clever and silent. After all, the main purpose of this visit was to release Ying Wuji and the Ying family army of tens of thousands, and then let them deal with the wild men of Daheishan. They would dig long ago and later, and Parod was also very helpful in disguise.
Besides, tens of thousands of people were locked in a small dungeon and it was understandable that they thought it was correct to dig it out.
However, Divirachi walked around the metal pipe for a few times and said in amazement: The skills of the goblins are indeed extraordinary. It has been thousands of years. This iron pipe, buried in such a tide land, does not rust!
Um?Rigg looked at the black iron pipe and was stunned for a moment. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. At this time, Ying Mulan had ordered her personal soldiers to start digging. Ying Mulan's personal soldiers were very skilled in martial arts, and several wizards trained by the Ying family were in it. With the joint efforts, the pit spread along the sound transmission iron pipe to the bottom of the valley at a very fast speed.
Yingmulan asked Parod for a map and laid it on a stone to examine it. Several of her personal soldiers had already flew into the sky on an eagle cavalry, observing and recording all the terrain rivers near Jichang Ridge, and began to re-draw a more accurate military map of the mountain.
Seeing that everyone was busy and each of them had their own duties, Rig was extremely bored and didn't know what to do. Seeing that Divirach and Parod were pointing fingers and talking, he froze. Curiously, he came over to see what the black charcoal head was bragging.
Parod Ah, you are a ranger... Well, maybe you are already the last ranger at Atlantis, just like me, the last bard. How could you be so unrequited? Dig a dungeon and become a tourist attraction here?Innocence, so naive!Divirachi said.
Now the whole of Atlantis is in panic. Everyone is concerned about the invasion of the demons. Who has the intention to travel to Ah? Moreover, the Scorpion Tail area is remote and backward, and the transportation is inconvenient. Who will be fine? Come here to visit the dungeon Ah!Developing tourism is a peaceful time when the country is prosperous and the people are strong. Everyone has money and leisure to use it. In troubled times, doing this is really a very promising job!Just like your Ranger's career, there is no future!
Parod looked at this senior master who was as black tower. His dirty little face was full of stupid expressions. He was obviously dizzy by Hei Tan. After a long time, he murmured: Then, senior, what is the most promising job in this troubled time now?
Of course, it is a book written. In the chaotic times, heroes and heroes have emerged. We only need to carefully record what these heroes have done. When the chaotic times are over, we can publish and publish it, distribute and sell it throughout Atlantis, and then gain both fame and fortune.Divirach looked proud.
The little hooligan was stunned.
Senior Divirachi, but I don’t know how to write books, and I don’t recognize many words.The young ranger looked frightened and uneasy, but also deeply regretful. After all, cultural people have more prospects than ranger.
It doesn’t matter. Atlantis’ literary level is declining significantly now. As long as you can write it out, don’t you write it well, just be able to write it!Divirachi said without any mind: You have to know that after the end of this war, the cultural level of the whole world will fall into one or even several levels. If you write in a profound way, you will not be able to understand it. It is necessary to write it in a simple and easy-to-understand way to achieve sales!
Parod scratched his head and said: I can't write Ah even if I understand it easily!
It’s just writing about what I did, what I ate, what I ate, what I said, what I scattered, etc., just record it honestly.Divirachi taught earnestly.
The little golfer looked stunned: Write me to eat, shit, talk and sleep?Can you sell it for money?
Divirachi was shocked, then stared at the little golfer blankly, and suddenly slapped him on the head and cursed: Idiot Ah, write about you having sex, and the ghost hair comes to see Ah?Still want to sell it?
Parod was beaten to the point of being beaten and looked at Divirachi foolishly, and said: Then write about you, senior?
Pig Ah!Which onion Ah am I?Divirachi slapped him again.
The little golfer hugged his head and asked carefully: Senior, who am I writing?
Of course, it is Plato's magical little wizard, the great omnipotent Rig Ampa, the youngest super-level magician!Divirach's thick and black fingers poked at Rig!
Rigg couldn't help but say in surprise: Are you writing about me?Why do you ask someone to write about me?
Divirachi hummed: Diversified publicity, the more people write you, the easier it is to sell your books. This is a very simple principle of market operation!
Parod looked at the black charcoal head, then looked at Rig, grabbed his hair, and said: I am still very familiar with Mr. Ampa, but how can I start writing about him?
Well... Just record faithfully. Whether you see or hear from others, you can write down everything you have.Divirachi said seriously: Epic, the most important thing is reality!
Rig curled his lips and said, "Great Bard, Lord Divirach, you have been with me for so long, and you have written a long epic of at least hundreds of thousands of words. Take it out and let your Ranger student learn about Ah, and I will also see what you have written.
The little golfer immediately looked at Divirachi with anticipation. His black charcoal head and thick face turned red as rare in a thousand years. Then he snorted: It's in a hurry, and the manuscript is placed in the South Bank camp.
It's okay, I used the magic mirror to notify Audrey and asked her to teleport to you. Level 14 space magician. It may be a little difficult to pass on the individual, but it is still easy to have a stack of manuscript paper.Rigg said coldly.
Divirachi opened his mouth wide, opened and closed it a few times, and then laughed: I remembered it wrongly, it seems that the manuscript was placed in the Pujing Magic Academy... Oh, it's broken, Pujing City has been captured by the demons, and my most precious manuscript is probably in danger.
No way.Rigg sneered: Even if you put the manuscript in the Platinum Magic Academy, it is just a record of the past, right?After we came out of Bojing, the Southern Barbarians invaded, the Scorpion Tail War, the Yunwu Mountain Super-level War, the Yokogawa Valley War, the Barbarian Army was defeated, the Demons invaded, the North fell, and then we entered the North Shore, and then, we came here... You have no record of so many things?You wrote Mao's epic Ah?
Ah?Hei Tan's face was stiff and he said after a while: Actually, I had already written the draft... but I hadn't had time to write it on the paper!
Rig stared at Divirachi's dark face and said coldly: Actually, you are not a minstrel at all, you are just a liar who eats and drinks, right?To be honest, do you know how to write?
Divirach suddenly became angry. You can insult my personality, but not my literary cultivation. How could I not be able to write?There is nothing I can’t do with all the racial writings at Atlantis!
Rigg said leisurely: Oh, right? Then do you know how to speak elf?
...Divirach continued depressedly: I refer to the existing race!
Then do you know the writing and language of the Southern Barbarians?Rigg asked again.
...I mean the race I have come into contact with... Hei Charcoal Head said in a suffocating manner.
Then you have been in contact with the Corna fans for so long, can you know the language and words of the little fairies and the dragon clan?Rigg asked again.
elder brother!Divirachi suddenly cried and looked at Rig and whimpered: I finally found someone to brag, so don’t come and tease Yangzi. Look at how beautiful Marshal Yingmulan is. There is a beautiful soldier next to her who is so good-looking. The waist of the pants squatted down was low, and his butt was almost exposed...
oh?Rigg looked back and saw that there was indeed a beautiful soldier squatting on the ground, and he couldn't help but jump over in three or two steps, saying hypocritically: Beauty, what are you doing, do you want to help?
Lord Ampa, I am piled up the terrain sand table of Jichang Ridge under the order of the Marshal... Thank you very much if you can help.Facing the famous and handsome little magician Plato, Ying Mulan's female soldier blushed and said softly.
Seeing the instructor leaving Rig, Divirachi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He turned around, but saw Parod's thoughtful expression, and couldn't help but say in surprise: What are you thinking?
I was thinking, what you said at the senior makes sense. It is more promising to make money by writing books than developing tourist areas!The little Ranger said seriously.
That's of course. As your senior, how could I be wrong with what I said!Black Charcoal Head immediately said proudly.
Then, senior, what should I do the first step?The little ranger asked humbly.
Divirachi reached out and touched his chin, looking mysterious, and after a long time, he slowly said: Well, the first step is that you should give yourself a very loud pseudonym!
pen name?Parod scratched his head again and said: What pseudonym did you use before?
Well, I used to use a pseudonym called Inpasche, but now I use my real name as a pseudonym!Because if you become famous in one fell swoop in the future, you can honor your ancestors and save the trouble of changing them.Divirachi said.
Then... I can also use my real name as a pseudonym, and I can also shine my ancestors!Parod's longing for.
If you want to keep your name in history and stay for a lifetime, you must have a very loud surname. It is best to be the surname of an ancient king or noble... By the way, what are your surnames?Divirachi asked.
The little ranger was silent for a while before he whispered reluctantly: Parod Rovi.
Divirach's eyes widened. The surname Rove was really so ordinary in Atlantis. It belonged to the popular surname of the eight generations of ancestors who were all the most ordinary ordinary people. It had nothing to do with any king or noble. No wonder the little Ranger said it reluctantly, so it was naturally natural.
Well, then, let your Luo Wei family be glorious and glorious from your hands, and be full of energy, like a flood of rivers, uncontrollable... Divirachi made a few words, and might not feel that he had no momentum, so he couldn't help but laugh: The pen name is actually not as important as a book title. A good book must have a loud and good name to attract people to read and buy.
Please give me a title to the book.After all, the little ranger has been in the world for so many years, and immediately said well-behavedly.
Well... "The Days of My Following the Magical Little Master Plato" is easy to understand and very attractive!Divirachi pretended for a long time before he came out and said.
Will this... be too long?Parod said with some concern: There are so many words written on the cover, but there is no place to draw clothes and the beautiful beauties who rarely wear beautiful clothes or write my author's name.
Divirachi looked at the little Ranger in surprise. Do you still know that you want to draw a beautiful woman who wears very little clothes on the cover?
Of course, isn't it the same for knight novels and magician biography.Parod said seriously: Actually... I have read a lot of books, otherwise I wouldn't be so interested in Ranger's life.
It doesn't matter. You can't draw beautiful women who don't wear clothes on the cover. We can draw illustrations... I can't tell that you have the potential to be a bard.Divirachi encouraged.
Then...Senior, can I ask you to tell me your absurd draft first?Parod's eyes began to shine. After all, I have not known Lord Amber for a long time and I have not had much contact with him... I have only a little understanding of his previous experience.
Divirach immediately looked stern and stared at Parod fiercely. The little ranger immediately said with kindness: Senior, don't worry, what I wrote is the biography of Your Excellency Ampa, and your subject will not interfere with... And... Parod emphasized his tone: I will give you dividends and commissions, and he will also state in the attached note that you are my senior and master...
Haha, of course it's OK... Lord Rig, but I watched him step by step and come to this day. I know everything about him clearly... Hei Tantu burst into laughter and touched Parod's head in a friendly manner.
Of course, Parod knew that this big man with a black charcoal head was a historical recorder and a contributor of a million-word epic long and huge writer who had been catching up with Rig while eating and drinking. His shamelessness was basically impossible to describe in human language.
However, it seems that writing a biography of Plato's magical little wizard is really a promising job!
The little ranger thought in his heart with infinite longing, as if the road of life had opened a big golden door to him.
In fact, Ying Mulan thought that she had just memorized the mantra and got the wind-proof magic array from Rig that could be used on the Eagle Rider, but she still took a big advantage.
Ying Mulan naturally didn't know that the little hooligan not only did not understand the Buddhist martial arts she recited, but also did not remember a single word. However, behind the little hooligan, there is a devil core that has existed for thousands of years. This demonic brain has a huge information database, and the knowledge contained is really endless.
But this was not what Ying Mulan cares about, nor even what Riggs care about. The little hooligan was standing on the green chicken intestine ridge all over the mountain, moving his body caused by long-term flight, rubbing his waist and muttering hatred: It's really not a human being, so it's better to say goodbye to Corna fans on the bed...
Ying Mulan naturally pretended not to hear the little man's crazy words, but instead directed her personal soldiers to place the eagle cavalry to guard the situation. At the same time, she said in confusion: Isn't a defender stationed here? Why isn't it?
Rig snorted, the demons invaded, and the huge Saint-Wallon Empire fell to its north. The small people in the Scorpion-tail area were panicked, and it was strange that they were still interested in sending troops to guard this uninhibited area.
That's just right.Ying Mulan smiled indifferently, so I didn’t worry about whether to kill someone to silence me.
The little hooligan was creepy when he heard this, and then he remembered that this woman who was called and drunk by him was a cruel female marshal!
So what, we have already arrived at Jichangling, how can we get them up?Standing on Jichang Ridge, the little hooligan suddenly realized that he had made a serious mistake.
The dungeon is deep underground in Jichang Ridge. Last time, Audrey's space magician helped him, and consumed a large amount of magic crystals and superimposed magic arrays to send these tens of thousands of people in!
But now, let alone Audrey didn't come, even if she came, there were not so many magic crystals. The coalition's magic crystal reserves have basically been completely broken into to save Donna.
Looking at the green mountains and steep surroundings, the little guy couldn't help but feel sad for a moment.
Ying Mulan was very thoughtful and said directly: Let's dig them out...
Rigg shook his head and said: What a joke, this is the south. It rains for more than half a year. It will take three days to build a road and collapse landslides every three days. How dare you dig such a big mountain?Are you afraid that those tens of thousands of you will be buried alive with a "boom"?This is really buried alive!
Ying Mulan snorted coldly: How did the goblin dig out a dungeon?
Are you a goblin?Rigg asked angrily.What does this have to do with me or not?Ying Mulan asked with a snorkeling.
The little hooligan stared at the female marshal of the Ying family who was shocking the southern group with a sarcastic expression, and sneered: The dungeon of a goblin is not a goblin, it is different from the magic circle of a magician who is not a magician but moves around. Usually, this kind of behavior has a very vivid name called seeking death!
Faced with Rigg's sarcasm, Ying Mulan was not furious as expected, but sneered and said: So, what good way do you have to get out the tens of thousands of people below?Dear, omnipotent, super-level magical little wizard of the Principality of Plato!
Looking at Marshal Ying Mulan's shiny eyes full of teasing and looking at him with a hint of expectation, the little hooligan took a lot of breath comfortably, and then said cautiously: Dig them out!
Ying Mulan didn't come back in one breath, and almost squirted blood on the shameless guy's head. She tried hard to suppress the rising anger in her heart, stared at the hateful handsome face in front of her, and gritted her teeth and asked in a voice that was about to kill: Dear Plato's magical little master, what is the difference between your dig out and mine?Are you actually not a human, but a goblin wearing human skin?
Of course my dig out is different from yours. I have a map, do you have one?Rigg said with a proud look on his face.
Do you have a map?Where did you come from the map?Ying Mulan asked in shock.
That...what is that name...Rigg replied with a smile: It's the last ranger, he has Ah in his hand.
With tens of thousands of subordinates being detained in the dungeon, Ying Mulan naturally had a full understanding of the origin of this dungeon. She was stunned when she heard Rig's words, and she said: Are you talking about the homeless man named Parrod?Do you know where he is now?
Rigg waved his hand and said indifferently: First, Parod is not a homeless man, but a ranger... Only a guy like Divirach can be called a homeless man.Second, of course I don’t know where he is, but the respected Marshal Yingmulan has a tool called the Magic Mirror. Don’t you know?
Ying Mulan stared at Rig and said with confusion: Does that homeless man have a magic mirror?What a joke, the high price of the Magic Mirror is unbearable for ordinary wealthy families, let alone a homeless man who doesn't even wear clothes in order... Well, he is said to be a ranger!
Rigg sighed, staring at Ying Mulan with a pity looking at the ignorant countryman for a long time, then sighed again with infinite regret. Just when Ying Mulan was about to get angry, the little hooligan had already taken out a small and exquisite magic mirror from his body, entered a string of magic runes, and then shouted: Teacher Fenbide, I am Rigg Ah. If you are not busy now, can you use the crystal ball to find someone for me?He should have been in southern Xinjiang, and his Majesty King Lear had a magic talisman planted. Well, his name is Parod, he is a teenager, thin, without magical power, he is a wanderer... he is just a wanderer!OK, I'll wait.
Turning off the magic mirror, Regg stared at Ying Mulan with a proud look on his face, his smug look almost overflowing.
Ying Mulan hesitated and said: Is that... the great magician Fen will win?
The little gangster nodded and said: The great magician of the prophecy department, the eleventh-level super-level magician, and the professor of the prophecy department of the Royal Magic Academy of the St. Warlon Empire.
Ying Mulan was full of shock: Do you ask a super-level magician to help you find someone with prophecy?
Prophecy is originally used to find people to find things.Rigg said for granted.
Ying Mulan endured it again and again, but she still couldn't help but look arrogant as if she treated the super-level magician as a roadside cabbage, and snorted coldly: Even if she found it, what if this person was far from Jichangling?Did we just stay here and wait for him?
Rig stared at Ying Mulan with an idiot expression and said in extreme surprise: How does your head grow? How can it ask such a stupid question so magically?
Ying Mulan sneered, am I stupid?Could it be that after Lord Rig found that person’s whereabouts, he could ask a super-level magician to send him over with a space teleportation array?I'm afraid this is not possible at level 11, but at least at level 13 or above!
Even if the super-level magicians on the south bank of the Holy River are flooded at this time, the super-level magicians are ultimately super-level. If the magician little wizard of Plato can easily assign a group of super-levels as Ying Mulan said, then just drag Audrey over there. He is a level 14 full-time space magician, do you still need to find any map to dig any holes?
Rigg looked at Ying Mulan's pity and became even stronger. He sighed softly and said helplessly: Of course, the super-level magician will not let me command, but the southern border is not big. After finding Parod's whereabouts, you send an eagle to take him out and take Ah in at most half a day. What kind of super-level magician is needed?
Ying Mulan's face instantly turned bright red like flames.
So Ah, it’s really terrible to be uneducated.The little hooligan murmured in a low voice, looking like a senior literate person.
hateful!Ying Mulan whispered, and saw Ying Mulan's angry look on her face. Rig, who was a little gangster, wanted to make more excuses and mock her again, but the magic mirror in his hand emitted a halo.
Rigg glanced at the message coming from the magic mirror and stayed there directly.
What's wrong?That guy with a map is far away?Is it at the end of Beiche Continent or at the extreme desert of Xicoconut Continent?Ying Mulan asked angrily.
Rigg scratched his head and said in surprise: It's neither at the end of Beiche Continent nor at the extreme desert of Xicoconut Continent. Fenbid's great magician replied to me, "This Parod is actually next to me."
What does it mean next to you?Ying Mulan asked in surprise.
What I mean next to me is that he is here... It seems that he is next to me in the magic mirror.Rigg explained with great care.
Ying Mulan naturally knew that the next side of the magic mirror was that although the two magic display points might be completely next to each other, in reality, they were dozens of miles apart. However, when she heard that the little ranger was near Jichang Ridge, she breathed a sigh of relief and made a gesture. Several of Ying Mulan's personal soldiers immediately flew into the sky with the eagle cavalry and began to search.
What are you looking for?At this time, Divirach came up curiously. It has to be said that the black charcoal head's physical fitness was too fierce. He was hung in the sky by several square eagles and flew for so long. When this guy first got off the ground, he looked like he was about to die. In just a few minutes, Ah recovered.
Parod.Rigg's short answer.
Oh... Divirachi responded, then stuffed his finger into his mouth, and blew an extremely loud whistle, and then, at the foot of the mountain, an equally loud whistle came.
There.Divirachi pointed and watched Ying Mulan's personal soldiers command the Eagle Cavalry to dive down. Regg looked at Black Charcoal Head curiously and asked in surprise: How do you know where he is?
I don't know Ah.Divirachi smiled, but as a senior bard of Atlantis, I also have a good understanding of cultural phenomena such as Ranger Ah and Thieves Ah. Isn’t it natural to understand their incision code?
Rigg was stunned for a moment, then sighed and murmured: If I had known that the whistle could be done, what kind of great magician would I use to use the great prophecy!A waste of favors!
Ying Mulan looked at Rig with a smile, but she was very wise and didn't say anything... The little guy's vengeance was terrible, Ying Mulan didn't want him to find any excuses to press it on the bed.
Marshal, we have found Mr. Parod.A personal soldier walked up and said hurriedly: He dug through the dungeon.
What?Ying Mulan was shocked, and Rigg was also shocked: What did you say, that guy dug through the dungeon?
What a joke, the dungeon built by the ground essence is deeply buried under Jichang Ridge. The geology of the Scorpion Tail area is changeable, rainy and moist, and the mountains are soft. Even the roads collapse and landslide from time to time. Digging holes in such mountains... is simply seeking death!
Moreover, can one person dig through the dungeon?
Ying Mulan's personal soldiers may have felt the surprise of the two and hurriedly said: The specific situation seems to be Parodson first contacting the people in the dungeon, and then digging together on both sides...
Contact the dungeon people?Rig and Ying Mulan looked at each other, and hurried down the mountain at the same time. While walking, Rig was shocked: Could it be that little ranger is a hidden magician? Otherwise, how could he talk to someone below the ground hundreds of meters apart?
Ying Mulan frowned and thought without answering. Instead, Divirachi, who was following behind, laughed and said: What's the Ah? There must be pipes for ventilation in the dungeon. These pipes can naturally transmit sound. Since Parod has a map, it would be normal to find a sound transmission pipe.
Rigg said in surprise: Will there be a sound transmission channel in the city of goblins?
How rare is that underground city does not have ventilation and sound transmission pipelines. Otherwise, would the dwarves and goblins living in the abdomen and underground be all magic masters who use magic mirrors to talk?...The problem solved by a piece of metal tube Ah... Divirachi rolled his eyes, then glared at Ying Mulan, and said: This guy is an idiot, I won’t talk about it. You are Marshal Ah, the ambitious and scheming villain Ah, so you don’t even know the most basic common sense?Could it be that he really had an intersection with this hooligan and was then infected by his stupidity?
Ying Mulan was stunned for a moment, and then nodded with certainty: Obviously this is the only explanation.
I'm asking for death to say it clearly!The little hooligan cursed angrily.
In an inconspicuous valley below Jichang Ridge, when he saw Parod with a dirty face, he scolded: What are you doing here, you guy?Aren't you afraid of digging the mountain and burying you?
And he was angry at Plato's magical little mage, but the little ranger in Pity was obviously at a loss. After a long time, he said: "It was you who asked me to develop a dungeon to be a tourist attraction... I have been thinking about this, so I have nothing to do. Who knew that one day, I accidentally discovered this metal tube and knocked it. Someone actually spoke inside... and then...
Develop tourist attractions?You alone?This pit you dug?Rigg pointed to a shallow hole next to the metal tube and said unhappy.
The inside was almost dug through... Parod hurriedly said: I am the only one outside, so the speed must be slower, but there are many people inside, and the digging is very fast... Now that you have so many of you coming, it will definitely be faster!
Ying Mulan said slowly: They were digging around inside, nothing happened, right?
Parod looked at Rig carefully before saying: Before they met me, they were starting to dig. I heard that there were two small landslides and several people died... But after contacting me with this pipe, nothing happened after I had the guide to the map.
Rigg was stunned for a moment, and before he could make a sound, he heard Ying Mulan sigh and said: So that's it. I think no one will feel comfortable being locked in a dungeon... You can contact them... This is God's will!
Hearing Ying Mulan's tone with obvious dissatisfaction, Rig was very clever and silent. After all, the main purpose of this visit was to release Ying Wuji and the Ying family army of tens of thousands, and then let them deal with the wild men of Daheishan. They would dig long ago and later, and Parod was also very helpful in disguise.
Besides, tens of thousands of people were locked in a small dungeon and it was understandable that they thought it was correct to dig it out.
However, Divirachi walked around the metal pipe for a few times and said in amazement: The skills of the goblins are indeed extraordinary. It has been thousands of years. This iron pipe, buried in such a tide land, does not rust!
Um?Rigg looked at the black iron pipe and was stunned for a moment. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. At this time, Ying Mulan had ordered her personal soldiers to start digging. Ying Mulan's personal soldiers were very skilled in martial arts, and several wizards trained by the Ying family were in it. With the joint efforts, the pit spread along the sound transmission iron pipe to the bottom of the valley at a very fast speed.
Yingmulan asked Parod for a map and laid it on a stone to examine it. Several of her personal soldiers had already flew into the sky on an eagle cavalry, observing and recording all the terrain rivers near Jichang Ridge, and began to re-draw a more accurate military map of the mountain.
Seeing that everyone was busy and each of them had their own duties, Rig was extremely bored and didn't know what to do. Seeing that Divirach and Parod were pointing fingers and talking, he froze. Curiously, he came over to see what the black charcoal head was bragging.
Parod Ah, you are a ranger... Well, maybe you are already the last ranger at Atlantis, just like me, the last bard. How could you be so unrequited? Dig a dungeon and become a tourist attraction here?Innocence, so naive!Divirachi said.
Now the whole of Atlantis is in panic. Everyone is concerned about the invasion of the demons. Who has the intention to travel to Ah? Moreover, the Scorpion Tail area is remote and backward, and the transportation is inconvenient. Who will be fine? Come here to visit the dungeon Ah!Developing tourism is a peaceful time when the country is prosperous and the people are strong. Everyone has money and leisure to use it. In troubled times, doing this is really a very promising job!Just like your Ranger's career, there is no future!
Parod looked at this senior master who was as black tower. His dirty little face was full of stupid expressions. He was obviously dizzy by Hei Tan. After a long time, he murmured: Then, senior, what is the most promising job in this troubled time now?
Of course, it is a book written. In the chaotic times, heroes and heroes have emerged. We only need to carefully record what these heroes have done. When the chaotic times are over, we can publish and publish it, distribute and sell it throughout Atlantis, and then gain both fame and fortune.Divirach looked proud.
The little hooligan was stunned.
Senior Divirachi, but I don’t know how to write books, and I don’t recognize many words.The young ranger looked frightened and uneasy, but also deeply regretful. After all, cultural people have more prospects than ranger.
It doesn’t matter. Atlantis’ literary level is declining significantly now. As long as you can write it out, don’t you write it well, just be able to write it!Divirachi said without any mind: You have to know that after the end of this war, the cultural level of the whole world will fall into one or even several levels. If you write in a profound way, you will not be able to understand it. It is necessary to write it in a simple and easy-to-understand way to achieve sales!
Parod scratched his head and said: I can't write Ah even if I understand it easily!
It’s just writing about what I did, what I ate, what I ate, what I said, what I scattered, etc., just record it honestly.Divirachi taught earnestly.
The little golfer looked stunned: Write me to eat, shit, talk and sleep?Can you sell it for money?
Divirachi was shocked, then stared at the little golfer blankly, and suddenly slapped him on the head and cursed: Idiot Ah, write about you having sex, and the ghost hair comes to see Ah?Still want to sell it?
Parod was beaten to the point of being beaten and looked at Divirachi foolishly, and said: Then write about you, senior?
Pig Ah!Which onion Ah am I?Divirachi slapped him again.
The little golfer hugged his head and asked carefully: Senior, who am I writing?
Of course, it is Plato's magical little wizard, the great omnipotent Rig Ampa, the youngest super-level magician!Divirach's thick and black fingers poked at Rig!
Rigg couldn't help but say in surprise: Are you writing about me?Why do you ask someone to write about me?
Divirachi hummed: Diversified publicity, the more people write you, the easier it is to sell your books. This is a very simple principle of market operation!
Parod looked at the black charcoal head, then looked at Rig, grabbed his hair, and said: I am still very familiar with Mr. Ampa, but how can I start writing about him?
Well... Just record faithfully. Whether you see or hear from others, you can write down everything you have.Divirachi said seriously: Epic, the most important thing is reality!
Rig curled his lips and said, "Great Bard, Lord Divirach, you have been with me for so long, and you have written a long epic of at least hundreds of thousands of words. Take it out and let your Ranger student learn about Ah, and I will also see what you have written.
The little golfer immediately looked at Divirachi with anticipation. His black charcoal head and thick face turned red as rare in a thousand years. Then he snorted: It's in a hurry, and the manuscript is placed in the South Bank camp.
It's okay, I used the magic mirror to notify Audrey and asked her to teleport to you. Level 14 space magician. It may be a little difficult to pass on the individual, but it is still easy to have a stack of manuscript paper.Rigg said coldly.
Divirachi opened his mouth wide, opened and closed it a few times, and then laughed: I remembered it wrongly, it seems that the manuscript was placed in the Pujing Magic Academy... Oh, it's broken, Pujing City has been captured by the demons, and my most precious manuscript is probably in danger.
No way.Rigg sneered: Even if you put the manuscript in the Platinum Magic Academy, it is just a record of the past, right?After we came out of Bojing, the Southern Barbarians invaded, the Scorpion Tail War, the Yunwu Mountain Super-level War, the Yokogawa Valley War, the Barbarian Army was defeated, the Demons invaded, the North fell, and then we entered the North Shore, and then, we came here... You have no record of so many things?You wrote Mao's epic Ah?
Ah?Hei Tan's face was stiff and he said after a while: Actually, I had already written the draft... but I hadn't had time to write it on the paper!
Rig stared at Divirachi's dark face and said coldly: Actually, you are not a minstrel at all, you are just a liar who eats and drinks, right?To be honest, do you know how to write?
Divirach suddenly became angry. You can insult my personality, but not my literary cultivation. How could I not be able to write?There is nothing I can’t do with all the racial writings at Atlantis!
Rigg said leisurely: Oh, right? Then do you know how to speak elf?
...Divirach continued depressedly: I refer to the existing race!
Then do you know the writing and language of the Southern Barbarians?Rigg asked again.
...I mean the race I have come into contact with... Hei Charcoal Head said in a suffocating manner.
Then you have been in contact with the Corna fans for so long, can you know the language and words of the little fairies and the dragon clan?Rigg asked again.
elder brother!Divirachi suddenly cried and looked at Rig and whimpered: I finally found someone to brag, so don’t come and tease Yangzi. Look at how beautiful Marshal Yingmulan is. There is a beautiful soldier next to her who is so good-looking. The waist of the pants squatted down was low, and his butt was almost exposed...
oh?Rigg looked back and saw that there was indeed a beautiful soldier squatting on the ground, and he couldn't help but jump over in three or two steps, saying hypocritically: Beauty, what are you doing, do you want to help?
Lord Ampa, I am piled up the terrain sand table of Jichang Ridge under the order of the Marshal... Thank you very much if you can help.Facing the famous and handsome little magician Plato, Ying Mulan's female soldier blushed and said softly.
Seeing the instructor leaving Rig, Divirachi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He turned around, but saw Parod's thoughtful expression, and couldn't help but say in surprise: What are you thinking?
I was thinking, what you said at the senior makes sense. It is more promising to make money by writing books than developing tourist areas!The little Ranger said seriously.
That's of course. As your senior, how could I be wrong with what I said!Black Charcoal Head immediately said proudly.
Then, senior, what should I do the first step?The little ranger asked humbly.
Divirachi reached out and touched his chin, looking mysterious, and after a long time, he slowly said: Well, the first step is that you should give yourself a very loud pseudonym!
pen name?Parod scratched his head again and said: What pseudonym did you use before?
Well, I used to use a pseudonym called Inpasche, but now I use my real name as a pseudonym!Because if you become famous in one fell swoop in the future, you can honor your ancestors and save the trouble of changing them.Divirachi said.
Then... I can also use my real name as a pseudonym, and I can also shine my ancestors!Parod's longing for.
If you want to keep your name in history and stay for a lifetime, you must have a very loud surname. It is best to be the surname of an ancient king or noble... By the way, what are your surnames?Divirachi asked.
The little ranger was silent for a while before he whispered reluctantly: Parod Rovi.
Divirach's eyes widened. The surname Rove was really so ordinary in Atlantis. It belonged to the popular surname of the eight generations of ancestors who were all the most ordinary ordinary people. It had nothing to do with any king or noble. No wonder the little Ranger said it reluctantly, so it was naturally natural.
Well, then, let your Luo Wei family be glorious and glorious from your hands, and be full of energy, like a flood of rivers, uncontrollable... Divirachi made a few words, and might not feel that he had no momentum, so he couldn't help but laugh: The pen name is actually not as important as a book title. A good book must have a loud and good name to attract people to read and buy.
Please give me a title to the book.After all, the little ranger has been in the world for so many years, and immediately said well-behavedly.
Well... "The Days of My Following the Magical Little Master Plato" is easy to understand and very attractive!Divirachi pretended for a long time before he came out and said.
Will this... be too long?Parod said with some concern: There are so many words written on the cover, but there is no place to draw clothes and the beautiful beauties who rarely wear beautiful clothes or write my author's name.
Divirachi looked at the little Ranger in surprise. Do you still know that you want to draw a beautiful woman who wears very little clothes on the cover?
Of course, isn't it the same for knight novels and magician biography.Parod said seriously: Actually... I have read a lot of books, otherwise I wouldn't be so interested in Ranger's life.
It doesn't matter. You can't draw beautiful women who don't wear clothes on the cover. We can draw illustrations... I can't tell that you have the potential to be a bard.Divirachi encouraged.
Then...Senior, can I ask you to tell me your absurd draft first?Parod's eyes began to shine. After all, I have not known Lord Amber for a long time and I have not had much contact with him... I have only a little understanding of his previous experience.
Divirach immediately looked stern and stared at Parod fiercely. The little ranger immediately said with kindness: Senior, don't worry, what I wrote is the biography of Your Excellency Ampa, and your subject will not interfere with... And... Parod emphasized his tone: I will give you dividends and commissions, and he will also state in the attached note that you are my senior and master...
Haha, of course it's OK... Lord Rig, but I watched him step by step and come to this day. I know everything about him clearly... Hei Tantu burst into laughter and touched Parod's head in a friendly manner.
Of course, Parod knew that this big man with a black charcoal head was a historical recorder and a contributor of a million-word epic long and huge writer who had been catching up with Rig while eating and drinking. His shamelessness was basically impossible to describe in human language.
However, it seems that writing a biography of Plato's magical little wizard is really a promising job!
The little ranger thought in his heart with infinite longing, as if the road of life had opened a big golden door to him.
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