Chapter 109 My father-in-law is the Pope (2)

My father-in-law is the Pope?

Yang Dashuan immediately took a breath of air conditioning. Until just now, he thought this old guy was still swearing in Boolean. He didn't expect that he was so boolean!

The genius had just turned white, and the dawn sunlight reflected through the window into the room.

Yang Dashuan was playing with the cup in his hand awkwardly, and his heart was bluffing. No wonder he dared to say that. As long as he handed over the Jade Soul Bead, he would not pursue the summoning of the Frost Dragon. Who dared to forgive the pagans except the Pope? Who can let the old women who specialize in checking Joan of Arc conceal the facts?

But after thinking about it carefully, even the Pope, Yang Dashuan did not intend to hand over the Frost Dragon.

"Evil can also give birth to beauty!" Yang Dashuan said only one simple sentence about his persistence. "Who says that the undead is destined to be evil?"

For this sentence, Old John looked at Yang Dashuan for a long time.

"Since you persist so much, I will not object anymore. Although in my heart, I hope you can work hard to train Mana without borrowing external power. Only in this way can you become a hero that everyone admires in the future. Just like your father, Cochs!"

There is a useless thing.

Yang Dashuan had a lot of objections to Old John's remarks.

What if you are strong?

Isn't the dragon strong? In the end, it will be defeated by humans and willingly become a thing under the crotch of humans; isn't Kochis strong? Wasn't he still trapped in the hands of the vigorous feathers? Isn't Xiu Yi, the undead magician, strong. He has been chased by the church for so long, and survived, but he was still broken by himself by a gun; isn't Old John powerful? He can play his destruction with one finger, but he is almost killed by himself?

No matter how strong your strength is, it may not be forced to continue.

Being able to keep the ship from capsizing in the gutter is the real ability. There are too many things like breaking bricks and breaking qigong. I can't do anything, but I can easily knock down the leader of the Silver Cross Group that Boer was coaxing.

Yang Dashuan ignored this old man's words and just pretended that he was farting.

Looking at the sun on the first day, Old John stretched his waist and drank the tea that had just been filled with in the porcelain cup. While Yang Dashuan was not paying attention, he stuffed the exquisite cup into his arms. "Okay, let's go out."

After last night's rest and drinking water given by the Silver Crusade, most of the slaves recovered.

But Yang Dashuan knew that this situation could only last for two or three days at most. When the disadvantages of water shortage were exposed again, the upcoming riots of the slaves might no longer be suppressed.

There was no grass left around here. In order to obtain gouache from the plants, the animals chewed all the grass roots. The cracked earth truck could not see any vitality.

As soon as the sunlight was revealed a little, the entire wasteland turned into a steamer.

The slaves stood eagerly, looking at their master. The drinking water that the Silver Crusaders distributed last night was drunk by these wasteland natives who didn't know how to cherish it. After tasting the feeling of burning fire in their throats, they no longer want to endure that torture.

Today is the seventh day of the dry season in the wasteland. If you want to get the first rain, it will take half a month to go.

But this day, it doesn’t look like it will rain no matter how hard it looks.

"Master, we have rested. From today on our journey, we will definitely be able to reach the depths of the wasteland." Da Taibao looked at the energetic slaves and whispered.

"What are you doing in the depths of the wasteland? There is a powerful robber tribe there." Old John came up and asked in confusion.

"I'm old, who are you? I'm talking to my lord. If you believe it or not, I'll twist your head off and stuff it into my asshole." The big lord rolled his eyes, with an expression of not buying it at all.

This sentence happened to Yang Dashuan heard it.

Seeing Old John's face elongated, Yang Dashuan swept the guy without hesitation. "He is my father!"

"Lord Dad!"

The slaves immediately felt awe.

Listening to the slaves calling out to Dad, Old John was amused and crying. "Little slut, why are you doing in the depths of the wasteland?"

"Look for water! The Suprati River is dry, and the upstream is blocked by the spider-formed elves. The natives in the wasteland said that according to the past, it will take at least half a month to get the first rain." Yang Dashuan suddenly realized. "Dad, didn't you say that you would handle everything well for me? Can you solve this dry season for me?"

"It's wrapped around me!" Old John slapped his chest and made a loud noise.

The preparations were made until noon.

The sun was shining brightly, and the slaves were honestly surrounding the entrance of the town.

Old John held the spice and chanted the spell while throwing it.

"What is Dad doing?" Yang Dashuan was a little confused.

"He is performing the rainstorm technique." Joan of Arc reminded in a low voice. "Theoretically, the magician will choose an elemental specialization. Except for the specialized elements that can be used to chant and release magic directly, everything else must be sprinkled with spells for rituals and spells. However, the requirements for this method are very strict, and few people can do it. Usually the instructor will only teach it to an apprentice."

Yang Dashuan nodded.

Old John's magical summoning ceremony reminded him of the great gods and witches in the temple fair.

But those witches do not have the ability of Old John.

The fog gradually grew. As each syllable of Old John rose and fell, Yang Dashuan could feel the moisture in the air increasing wildly.

With the sunshine in the dry season, it cannot penetrate the heavy fog.

"Boer!" Leren gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Leren, who was deeply aware of the elements, knew clearly the difficulty of releasing this magic.

The water-based magic of the rainstorm technique is a very troublesome and useless magic. Except for a very small number of kind-hearted magicians who practice this magic to fight disasters in the wilderness, few other magicians on the Harmony Continent practice this kind of magic.

This can be seen from Old John, so he had to rely on the long and complicated rituals.

Because this magic can only summon large rainstorms, the range and maintenance time of the rainstorm are proportional to the magic consumed, and the lethality is almost zero. Although races in the ocean will use rainstorm techniques to deal with merchant ships that invade their territory, there is a difference between the two after all.

Moreover, it is not much harder to use the rainstorm technique on such a dry wasteland than to use it in a desert where water elements are scarce.

Yang Dashuan also opened his mouth wide. It was the first time he had seen such a mysterious large magic, and his mouth couldn't even close.

The muffled and quiet wasteland suddenly blew a long-lost cool breeze, whizzing through Maple Leaf Town, blowing everyone's hair around. The originally half-covered sun was quickly blocked by a large cloud of dark clouds. A muffled thunder sound was made in the clouds.

Although Yang Dashuan had fantasized in his mind countless times that he would release the spectacular scene of his magic after becoming a magician, if he really looked at it with his own eyes, he would know how powerless and pale his imagination was.

The slaves were stunned.

After a brief moment of confusion, they shouted excitedly and took out pots and jars from the room frantically, preparing to welcome this long-lost nectar.

Alice looked envious. "If we Bemon could also use such magic, the annual grain harvest in the tribe would have to be increased by at least twice!"

Looking at the awe-inspiring eyes of the crowd, Yang Dashuan suddenly had the urge to learn magic.

He counted with his fingers, and he was only able to turn around and only had two or three skills that could be used. He finally escaped from the dark cave. He thought that the VIP store would reward a good treasure, but who knew it was just a secret book of skeleton summoning techniques.

This thing is shameless.

Old John may be able to tolerate himself driving the Frost Dragon, but he may not be happy to use the undead spells. But his mental power has reached the level of a magician. Could it be that such powerful mental power is wasted?

While thinking about it, even the sound of muffled thunder did not sound.

As the wind blew, the raindrops as big as beans fell, and they were densely hit Maple Leaf Town, and the water was getting faster and faster. The dry earth was quickly wet, greedily sucking the rainwater flowing down from the eaves.

Amid the dense and heavy rain, all the cheers of the slaves were covered up. Only the sound of Old John singing spells penetrated the rain like a bead curtain, resounding over the entire Maple Leaf Town.

It rained for five hours, and the pond in front of the territory was full. All the containers that could hold water were also full, and several dwarf children were excitedly rolling in the mud. It was their first time to enjoy the nourishment of rain when they were born in winter.

Even the reserved Lelen and Joan of Arc could not suppress the excitement in their hearts. They took off their shoes and socks and played excitedly in the rain.

The Komodo giant beast rolled on the mud and had not touched the water source for a long time to moisturize the skin. Its wrinkled and hard skin like rocks also had cracks.

In just a moment, the territory returned to its former vitality.

Yang Dashuan held his head up and enjoyed the rain slapping. This power really made him envious. Looking at Old John who had finished the last syllable, Yang Dashuan ran over happily. "Dad, do you teach me magic, can you do it?"

"What are you doing when you learn magic?" Old John rolled his eyes at Yang Dashuan.
Chapter completed!