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Chapter 470: vector.
As punk expected, the magic crow vector succumbed. Although this alchemy without much backbone has its own wisdom, it still can’t resist the influence of fear. Punk just combines two "speed kinetic energy cones". "Getting closer to Vector's eyes, this crow, who eats hard but not soft, immediately opened up all the core permissions of the virtual soul.
There is no extra nonsense to say. Almost as soon as the vector opened the core authority, the punk who was already prepared immediately imprinted his soul imprint on the vector's soul core control area.
So far, the legendary mage’s training work, the magic crow vector originally belonging to Southend has become one of the trophies of punk! After the virtual soul core is branded with authority, the life and death of the vector and the actions are all firmly grasped by punk. Unless there is a legendary spell to remove the soul mark for the magic crow, otherwise the magic crow will never be possible Betray punk.
After checking the soul mark he released, the relieved punk dissipated the ready-to-go "speed kinetic energy cone" and the magic imprisonment of the binding vector. After having the virtual soul core control authority of the vector, the cautious punk also dissipated. Finally relieved.
As time flies, the cold of the night has gradually receded, and the dawn of Mira and Chikasa has once again outlined the horizon in Phnom Penh.
Before you know it, another whole night has passed, but punk has just reached the edge of the stormy desert. Next, he plans to bypass the Hoth Mountains and return to the Grey Rain Country's Thoughts of Truth. If you want to If you want to save time, you have to act quickly.
Putting the vector that was a little bit awkward on his shoulders, punk once again released himself "super fast" and embarked on the journey-he is not a person who likes to waste time, stopping to convince the vector has made punk a little uncomfortable. Up.
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Traveling for the purpose of hurrying is destined to be a long and boring thing. Even if it is fast speeding at supersonic speed, over time, no one will feel fun in this acceleration anymore, but the route chosen by punk. They are all deserted areas far away from the town, and I can only see a bunch of vague and fleeting shrubs and rocks during a whole day of running all the way-these unesthetic scenery undoubtedly greatly aggravated the travel. The degree of boredom.
For such a boring journey with only silence to accompany, the punk who can bear the loneliness doesn't feel anything, but the magic crow standing on his shoulders who can't bear the loneliness has obviously begun to feel bored or even panic.
Soon, some accepted the reality of the "new boss" and ended the three-hour silence "Cold War" loudly to punk:
"Quack, I said the boss, don't you want to know my story and Southend's story? It is a legendary and magical experience. Even if you give it to a bard to sing, it will not be inferior to those unknown. The legendary ~ quack".
Maybe it feels that punk doesn't pay enough attention to himself. Just now, he secretly made up his mind to ignore his cold-faced "new boss" vector for a lifetime. Suddenly, he started to worry about his future situation.
Speaking of it, the magic crow, who just quickly accepted the reality, actually wants to use the “non-violent and non-cooperative” way to put forward some “little” requirements and benefits, but now punk is silently buried in such a silence. On the way, that kind of attitude seems to not care about its "non-cooperation"... Then how can the vector strive for the benefits "as it should" for itself.
So, out of the dual considerations of boredom and taking the opportunity to make requests, Vectors who thought they were smart began to take the initiative to look for words.
After hearing Vector finally couldn't help speaking in a childish voice, the running punk couldn't help but show a smile.
He is of course very interested in Vector’s past experience and Southend’s experience, because these ancient secrets might involve a lot of difficult-to-obtain intelligence and knowledge.
But punk also knows that if you let yourself ask a question from the mage who used to point your opponent’s head and threaten others a few hours ago, the vector that is still awkward in his heart will take the opportunity to make some demanding demands even if he does not intend to hide it, but if he is like now This puts on an expression of complete disinterest... The magic crow vector will definitely worry that his little chips will turn into worthless waste. Sooner or later, this stupid bird will take the initiative to say all the punks want to know. Of things.
The facts are not what punk expected. After discovering that punk did not have much interest in his own "intelligence", he was holding on to the vector of the idea of "hardness is not good, and trading does not make gifts to please", and immediately began to speak eagerly. Up.
I have to say that the magic crow understands the matter of frankly leniency and resisting strictness. Now he knows that punk roots don’t ignore the “one cry, two troubles, three hangs”, so hurry up and be loyal to the new boss than a dead duck. Hard mouth is much more useful.
"Ahem."
After clearing his throat with a childish voice, Vector pretended to speak deeply and slowly:
"That was a long ~ long time ago, so old that time is hard to even be remembered by anyone. I-a legendary magic crow "vector" was just born as a new virtual soul in a pale blue ocean... "
While telling his own story in a strong aria, Vector tilted his head cautiously and glanced at punk.
In the absence of any response, the magic crow, who really couldn't see through the "new boss", was a little bit worried.
Because of the high-speed movement of punk, the vector at this time can only hear the continuous meaningless buzzing caused by the air being torn. As for punk's thoughts about his story............
The magic crow can only express helplessly: it can't even be sure whether punk is listening carefully to himself!
He tilted his head a little, and a blue hairy vector was erected on his head, carefully squinting his eyes and trying to look under the punk's hood...
But it did not see the face of punk-the shadow of the hood hides the punk's expression too tightly, and the vector can only notice the blue pupils that exude a cold, bone-like magical luster-even if the light of the two suns is still Unscrupulously pouring sunshine and warmth for the entire world, but the punk eyes can still make any creature feel the biting cold from the depths of the soul!
Almost a conditioned reflex, he looked away from the extreme cold eyes of punk, unable to restrain the body shaking and shaking his feathers, and finally decided to tell his story seriously...
"I was born on a small temporary experimental platform, and the caster who made me... is a special mage of the Shapers who has just been promoted to the legend but only two or three hundred years ago..."
End of this Chapter
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