The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

"Witchcraft-Illumination."

A fist-sized ball of light slowly rose up, and the secret room three feet underground was filled with light, with every detail visible, as if it were daytime.

Densely packed beakers, test tubes, crucibles and other experimental instruments were displayed on the metal rack. Alan was wearing white clothes and leather gloves, looking like a scientific research fanatic.

"Mandela, thorn fruit, fire flower..."

Through a series of extraction methods, Alan became more proficient. After three failures, he finally made a recovery potion. The azure blue potion was as blue as the sky and attracted attention.

One, two, and an hour later, a whole row of recovery potions was dazzling.

"Jingle Bell!"

The bell rang, and a moment later, the sound of footsteps echoed in the passage, and the butler Morton Frank came to Allen with an oil lamp: "Master."

"Grandpa Frank, this is the recovery potion I made."

Pointing to the potion on the table, Allen ordered: "Pour it into hot water and let the serfs and soldiers drink it after training to restore their physical strength and repair hidden injuries."

If many rare herbs were not hard to find, Alan would have already refined strength potions, constitution potions, agility potions, etc. After taking a tube of potion, his strength would increase rapidly.

This is the charm of wizards!

……

"Boom!"

In early November, the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky. Alan and his companions galloped across the desolate wilderness, heading north, like an unstoppable tornado, raising a cloud of dust.

"Baron, there are about two hundred people in the camp in the forest, including thirty soldiers and one knight."

Knight Sean Avery turned sideways, facing the whistling cold wind, and reported in detail the intelligence he had personally gathered.

"Humph!"

Holding the reins tightly in his hand, Allen raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes, and said, "The mithril mine belongs to my Habsburg family. Charles, that illegitimate son, mined it privately. He deserves to die."

Money, money, all the money!
In this extraordinary world, mithril is a strategic resource and an essential metal for crafting enchanted armor and swords. One ounce of mithril is worth at least one thousand gold coins.

An hour later, the camp in the forest came into sight, with arrow towers and fences built of logs, tents made of sheepskin and cowhide, etc., and a dozen soldiers wearing simple leather armor, looking lazy.

"kill!"

Riding on a tall horse, Alan drew his bow and the arrow emitting a cold glow flew like lightning and pierced straight into the neck of one of the soldiers, causing tears and blood to gushed out.

"Enemy attack!"

The shrill shouts echoed throughout the camp. Many soldiers trembled in fear as they saw Alan and his group rushing towards them, fully armored and even their horses wearing vests.

The only courage in my heart suddenly melted like ice and snow, and I ran around everywhere like a headless fly.

In the center of the camp, Hodel Harrison, who only had time to put on his breastplate and arm armor, opened the tent and shouted, "This is the camp of Earl Falcon, why don't you retreat quickly!"

Allen gently squeezed the horse's belly, pulled the reins with both hands, and responded coldly with a frosty face: "Earl Falcon? This is my territory."

"Baron Child? Are you Baron Allen from the Wild Boar Territory?"

Looking at the slightly immature Allen in front of him, Hodel Harrison straightened his chest and said arrogantly: "This place has been taken a fancy by the Earl of Falcon. You should know what to do!"

With his chin raised and a look of disdain, Hodel Harrison spoke in a very arrogant tone, not taking Allen and his group seriously at all.

They are the people of the Earl of Falcon, a mere country noble! "Earl of Falcon?" Allen smiled contemptuously and said teasingly, "You are just taking advantage of the power of the tiger. You must be the people of the illegitimate son Charles!"

"you!"

Hearing this, Hodel Harrison's heart skipped a beat, and a faint sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

Glancing around and seeing the soldiers falling in a pool of blood one after another, Hodel Harrison no longer hesitated. With a long sword in his hand, he pounced forward as swiftly as a cheetah or a tiger.

"Grease technique."

A zero-ring witchcraft burst into brilliant light, and the stiff ground suddenly became greasy. With a thud, Hodel Harrison fell headfirst into the air.

"Witchcraft-vine entanglement!"

An emerald green seed fell to the ground. Alan chanted a spell and the seed took root and sprouted. In an instant, vines dozens of feet long coiled around it like a giant snake.

"You are a wizard? You deceived me and everyone."

"You are a ruthless person. You hide it deeper than anyone else!"

Sharp spikes pierced into his body. Hodel Harrison was tied up tightly and unable to move. His unruly eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.

A feeling of dizziness came over him, and his face turned pale, like the white frost on the ground. Gradually, Hodel Harrison lost his breath.

[Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people. The host strangled the bandits who stole the territory's resources and won a small battle. He obtained five merits! ]

"Open the panel!"

Looking down at the messy camp, Alan called out the azure data panel.

Name: Allen Habsburg (Shen Yuanliang)
Strength: 4.9+ (an adult's strength is 1)

Physique: 4.9+
Agility: 4.9+
Spirit: 4.9+
Merit Points: 5
In half a month's time, Alan had reached the first-level limit in both the way of the knight and the way of the wizard. He was only a little bit away from a breakthrough.

After a little thought, Allen made a decision in his mind: "Add one point to strength, physique, and agility, and two points to spirit."

"Buzz!"

A mysterious energy descended from the sky like sweet rain, nourishing the thirsty cells and mental strength. Boom! The thick door was smashed into pieces.

Three inches above the belly button, an illusory seed of life floats up and down. The skin, flesh and bones around the body become stronger and stronger. The skin, as crystal clear as jade, is difficult to be cut by swords and knives, just like cowhide.

He grabbed a stone on the ground and squeezed it gently. Bang, it broke into pieces like broken tofu. Alan felt his whole body filled with strength.

"Knights cultivate strength, and wizards cultivate spiritual power, and they advance hand in hand."

A cool feeling came over my mind, and the crystal the size of a fingernail expanded like a balloon. In the blink of an eye, a "crystal" the size of a pearl shone on the pineal gland like the warm sun.

Countless runes are imprinted on the pineal gland, gradually expanding the mysterious brain area.

"Every time you level up, you can get a fixed innate magic. Which one should I choose?"

Looking at the witchcraft model in his mind, Alan suddenly thought of the Fireball Cult. He suddenly had an idea and lit up the "lighting technique". Under the mysterious aura, the lighting technique was sublimated.

Transformed from a zero-level spell into a first-level spell, Fireball.

"Fireball!"

In order to test the fireball technique, Allen pointed casually, and a fireball the size of a human head struck the arrow tower twenty feet away like lightning, with a loud bang, as if a divine punishment had come. (End of this chapter)