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Chapter 771: Come here.
Punk inherited the memory of the great master Vedraxia, and Vedraxia was a member of the League of Fighters, so now punk naturally possesses the core key to crack the magic fan's lock.
He even faintly speculated that the reason why the League of Fighters back then allowed a member such as Vedraxia to get the key so easily, they probably had already considered that this one seemed at the end of the war. The "wealth" of chicken ribs may have an impact on the "Netheri" who inherited the spirit of Netheril.
It is precisely because of this that information about the key, which should have been extremely secret, appeared in Vedraxia's memory, and passed down as a wealth with that huge amount of knowledge.
Perhaps as early as the moment of defeat, the countless Netheril spellcasters who lost their masters have been unilaterally identified as part of the "Inheritance" by the "Avengers".
However, it is estimated that those Avengers who have arranged many inheritances did not expect that they are the least optimistic, and the most despised "hidden faction" in the "hidden faction" has survived, so the "legacy" they left will not be long ago It's hard to say that it was dug up by the "comrades"............
But in any case, these old past events that have disappeared with history have little to do with the current legendary mage. Perhaps they are full of many sings and tears, and they have a lot of sincere feelings that are rarely known. But at this time, In the eyes of a "Nether Resident" who was closed in the magic fan lock, only this key was the most useful wealth passed down from the secrets of the year.
"..."
After confirming that the ruins where he was located were built by a newly promoted Morningstar mage at the end of the Netheril era, and determined that the magic fan locks in front of him were the "mass-produced type" leased out by the great masters of the year. After getting lost, punk knew he was saved.
Next, even the "Whisper of Destruction" with a little level of enchantment can only take at least two to three years, and at most thirty to forty years, to find the backdoor program interface of the magic fan lock, and then it will take about time. After less than a second of data input, this powerful prison that has trapped Aztlán for more than two hundred thousand years will be shattered like shredded pieces of paper under the operation of the automatic decomposition program!
Now, it is only a matter of time for Punk to find the data input port of the backdoor program. The only thing he has left to worry about is not to enter the magic key by Aztllan in any way in less than a second. Off.
After all, I dare not underestimate any spellcaster who is a fan of magic locks, but I don’t want to try what kind of terrifying attack this amazing magic creation will release on those who have entered the wrong key...
But to sum it up, as long as Aztlan continues to swallow for a while, and then the surveillance power continues to be dragged down by the punk for a while, don't make any mistakes when entering the key... Then use the "cheat code" to clear the magic fan lock. The way is almost inevitable success.
"Think about it... Aztlan deserves to be a sensible and kind-hearted reclusive legendary mage. Two or three days have passed since the large-scale distribution of magic wands. This guy hasn't come to the house to fight, but it counts. Time, the follow-up impact of the magic wand activity is almost about to anger that stupid old man."
Standing in front of a three-dimensional projection model full of complicated calculation formulas, the confident punk continued to carefully adjust an energy circuit while silently talking to himself in his heart.
The sharp-eyed "whispering of destruction" has always been very accurate to see people, especially when contacting kind people such as the white robe mage, maybe it is because the legendary mage who pursues hermitism is too accustomed to expressing his heart wantonly. , The observant caster can always discover the true character displayed by the opponent actively or passively.
Anyway, after three days of open or dark contact, Punk believed that he had touched Aztlan's character and temper.
In contrast, the white-robed mage who treats people sincerely from beginning to end probably still hasn't known the key information about a legendary mage in a neutral chaotic camp until now.
When there was such a huge disparity between information and calculations, it was not surprising that punk could anticipate the arrival of the white robe mage.
Sure enough, on the third day when the three adventurers arrived in the city of White Rock, just after punk had just adjusted a few details of the three-dimensional array model while talking to himself in his heart, a communication full of ridicule from Kane It was directly passed to the "laboratory" temporarily built in the spell enchantment:
"Hey, hey, punk master, the guest you are looking forward to is here. My grandfather can't stop this aggressive guy, so please condescend to greet him in person."
"Pour him a cup of coffee and let him wait patiently."
"Hey, you punk, you really think of yourself as a young master and your uncle as a gatekeeper... But this uncle will remind you in advance that although you are sure this guy will not turn his face, but you are the most Well, don't push the honest people into a hurry. It's not a fun thing for a thirty-fifth-level mage to go crazy."
When he said this, Kane's joking tone had disappeared, and a rare seriousness and warning appeared in his voice.
But even so, punk's answer is still a statement without emotion:
"You think too much, Kane, honest people are not easy to be anxious. Before an old dog is forced into anxiousness, any of us can bully him wantonly without worrying about being bitten..."
"You are always so confident, Sai'an, if you always pull a bald hair on a dog from time to time, then even the honest puppy will not be able to bear its fangs before being pulled clean." !
"Relax, before the dog completely loses patience, the sharp blade has dug out its heart"!
After speaking the last sentence coldly, the punk, who lowered the brim of his hood, hung up the communication decisively.
Now Aztlan has come to the door to ask questions, as expected, but...what about that?
Punk has long prepared sufficient rhetoric for this moment. Perhaps as Kane said, if the insidious caster has been constantly "making things" in White Rock, then Aztlán will be patient no matter how long. Fortunately, sooner or later, there will be a complete outbreak of unbearable endurance.
but…………
Picking up the complex array model that has been formed with energy and looking at it, the corners of punk's mouth couldn't help but conjure a grim and cold smile.
What he needs is not that Aztlan has been swallowing his breath for hundreds of years. The legendary mage who has made great progress in the research of magic locks only needs the "cowardly" kind person to be honest for a short period of time. It is estimated that before the White-robed Mage can react, all the troubles have been solved.
So... Would Aztlán choose to continue to compromise for such a short period of time?
End of this Chapter
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