Auster hurriedly told the whole story. After thinking for a moment, Solarius said, "This situation is normal. Didn't I tell you that Sashu's energy is limited. After it is completely used up, you will You will temporarily lose the protection of the guardian's power. In this world, how can there be good things that gain benefits without paying a price? The operation of any energy must follow the law of conservation;
In the past, you were able to copy and analyze spells without consuming mana or casting time. In fact, you relied on the magical energy stored in the Sargeras book itself, and this energy originated from the essence of Sargeras left in this world. Now that the leader has been dead for more than 10,000 years, everything he left behind is slowly dissipating and disappearing.
Because of this, Sashu's magical intelligence limits the number and level of copied spells to prevent the energy from being quickly depleted. But no matter what, after generations of guardians maintaining it, there is still enough energy to maintain the basic operation of the books. If it is not used hundreds or thousands of times in a short period of time, it will not shut down. Can I ask, what do you use Sa Shu for? "
Auster said sheepishly, "It's used for beating."
Solarius asked strangely, "What is a beating?"
The answer was, "It's just a show, competing with others to make money."
"How many times have you used your ability in total?"
"For nearly a month, there were about ten games every day. Each game must have been about ten rounds. Sometimes I deliberately let it go for the sake of viewing."
"So how much money did you make?"
"It's not much. Excluding expenses, it's only a few hundred gold. It's all stored in the bank. It's wanted because of a conflict with the officers and soldiers. It must be frozen now."
Solarius was silent for a long time before he spoke, "You are the most unique guardian I have ever seen."
Oster quickly asked, "Is there any way to recharge it?"
Solarius thought for a while and said, "At the beginning, the leader sacrificed himself to cover the earth and sky with his essence to protect the star from falling apart in the furnace explosion. His energy now remains in the air around the planet. , soil and water flow, Sashu will absorb the energy on its own and slowly recharge, but it will take several years to be fully charged.”
"What?!" Oster was shocked. It took several years. He was now a guilty person. After such a long time, the day lily would be cold. Solarius on the other end of the communication continued slowly;
"...And there is no way to recharge it quickly. Just find the fragments containing powerful source energy and connect it to the Sashu energy terminal. But the problem is that in the human world, all those who meet this condition are super-high-level magic Props are used to power large-scale military and engineering equipment. They are basically controlled equipment and are kept by high-level churches and the Kingdom Magic Federation. Didn’t you just say that you were wanted? With your current strength, you rashly approached these two The place is asking for death.”
Oster was extremely frustrated when he heard this and said, "What should we do? Law enforcement agencies can't defeat it, and automatic charging will take three years. If we have to hang around all day long, hiding here and there in fear, it's better to just die." "
Solarius added, "Don't be impulsive. You have another option, which is to join me as soon as possible and seek help and asylum from the organization. What needs to be reminded is that you are very fragile now that you have lost the power of the guardian. Basically, He has no physical strength, knows nothing about physical skills or swordsmanship, has no talent for casting or special abilities, is penniless, has never been out and knows nothing about the outside world, and has unrealistic and naive illusions about the world. ordinary farmer;
For you now, any armed thief or ferocious animal can kill you. You may also die from accidental injury or illness at any time. Even while walking, you may die suddenly due to exhaustion of physical strength. I suggest you avoid conflict with anyone and rush to Yuexi Town as soon as possible, where I will arrange a pick-up. "
Oster vomited blood when he heard it, and thought to himself, although the words were rough and unreasonable, and the truth was true, the Dread Lord couldn't say it so straightforwardly, right? Ordinary farmers just say that waste firewood and straw bales cannot be burned as garbage.
As for the other party's proposal, it is worth considering. After so many days, he also agreed that neither the Holy Light nor the Titans were good things. Apart from some quirks, Solarius was generally normal. Since I have Mr. Sa's golden finger, I might as well join the legion, at least I can protect myself.
Oster thought of something and asked again, "Without the Sashu, I can't cast magic. It took me more than a dozen runes to activate this communicator, and I was... forget it. Is there no other way to contact you?" "
Solarius said strangely, "Why use runes? The Mephit Communicator is password activated and does not require casting energy. Just press and hold the coordinates on it and read the communication channel password. My password It’s 9541…”
"Ahhhhh!" Oster screamed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
"You never asked me," Solarius said innocently.
After hanging up the communication, Auster was about to cry. Seeing Lao Gao's crotch being burned into six pieces of magic and swollen in vain, he felt the malice of the whole world.
After this contact, Oster was basically certain that his ability would not be restored in a short time.
The situations he encountered one after another made him very angry, and he called Mao Xian Goldenfinger from time to time. As a time traveler, he came here to enjoy his second life. What was the result?
It's a legion guardian and a revolutionary expedition, it's a leader's will and it's fragmented energy, and there's not a single bad opponent it encounters. This was the case with the garbage riots in the previous life. They knew how to increase the difficulty of the dungeon all day long to harm middle-aged and elderly players.
Oster sighed, isn't there a simple model that can dominate the world by tethering animals?
After thinking about it, I have now revealed my true colors, and I must be careful in everything, otherwise, as Solarius said, I will fall off if I don't pay attention;
The only consolation is that by joining this beggar gang, I have a backer and don't have to experience the 360 ways of dying like a useless farmer.
Although Skaar and his gang are not simple, they have guns, cannons, and many strongholds, but after all, they are just a group of beggars; stealing, robbing, or even killing someone is enough. No matter how powerful they are, can they still rebel?
Just as he was thinking about it, a whistle came from outside the door, and the gang leader was ordering all the departments to gather.
This is the unique command signal of the Beggar Clan, blown with a bone whistle hidden under the tongue. There are various syllables that can convey quite complex messages. It's basically Morse code, just like the chicken whistle of a certain parallel world.
It was now evening, and only the sound of dense footsteps could be heard coming from all directions, mixed with the sound of horse hooves and the sound of wheels rolling over. Oster came out of the house and saw a large number of people gathering from all over the place, gathering in the empty field in front of the stronghold.
By the time all the ministries were assembled, it was already dark. A large, dark crowd of gangsters and horses gathered in front of the stronghold, forming an orderly queue, all with torches lit, as far as the eye could see;
There were at least a few hundred people, armed with long spears and short swords, and the lineup was neat and ready to go. There were more than a dozen carriages parked on the edge of the empty field, filled with engineering bombs and heavy firepower weapons.
Oster was so shocked that he couldn't even close his jaw. Over the past few days, he had noticed Skaar moving his troops around. But because I was new to the gang and was busy with the communicator, I didn’t pay much attention to it. I thought the gang was going to hold a big event like a begging festival;
It seems now that I may want more than just food. What kind of plane are they doing? Aren’t they beggars?
Oster finally realized that he was involved in a serious situation, which was beyond the ability of an ordinary farmer to handle. Is it too late to run away now?
