"I want to go home..." This is the only thought in Woz's mind at this moment.

Miss the Fairy Tail, Miss the Everyone in the Guild, Miss Urutiya, Miss Luluya, and even Miss the chess players who were once the enemy!

After experiencing so many things, Woz doesn't want to experience any adventures at all. Go to the hell of a brand new world or something! Adventure without fairy tails has no meaning at all!

In this world... no, it should be said that in any world, there is nothing more important than these.

Except for one person...

"Mila Jenny!" When Woz recalled the beautiful figure in his mind, he couldn't help but feel moved, his expression suddenly became extremely gentle, and his gentleness was extremely regretful.

Among all the people and things that Woz values, the only one with silver hair is the most important.

Woz knew that at the last moment, Mirajenny was actually on the verge of death. So she didn't go to see her off for the last journey... I'm afraid that the girl was ready to accompany Woz on the road to the underworld?

"But I'm not dead now!" Woz pressed his heart and felt a burst of pain, "What a stupid girl!"

Suddenly, Woz felt a burning sensation from the ring finger of Zhigen on his left hand. It was not too painful, but it was extremely clear, as if it was unforgettable, reaching the depths of his heart.

"This is..." Woz stretched out his left hand and looked incredibly at the circle of patterns on his ring finger - a circle outlined at the base of his finger like a tattoo, like a ring!

Woz immediately recognized that the pattern was the style of the ring he had personally selected, and this was the proposal ring he had never given the opportunity to give!

"Mila Jenny..." Although it was very subtle, Woz did feel the longing and emotion coming from this tattoo ring. "It's not wrong, Mila Jenny is still alive! And she is in this world!"

Woz jumped up, clenched his fists in ecstasy, and his fighting spirit and hope were rekindled in his eyes. He walked back and forth, feeling any trace of information from the ring, trying to analyze and confirm the position of his lover.

Of course this is difficult, it would be better to say that Woz was simply confused and could not obtain any valid information. But he was not discouraged, after all, he had confirmed one thing-Milla Jenny was indeed alive, and where he could reach it!

That's enough! The rest is to find her!

"God, thank God! You are still alive, you are here..." This is the first time in memory that Woz has thanked God so sincerely.

After having a goal, Woz seemed to have truly come alive, and his whole body was filled with motivation in an instant. If he could determine where Mirajenny was, he would probably run towards it without stopping for a moment.

Since she is clear that she is in this world, it is necessary to make corresponding preparations.

Woz picked up his staff and walked forward strode forward. After all, this is a city of great size. Although it was attacked and destroyed, it must have left a lot of valuable materials. The army that captured this place did not seem to have robbed it - although it was a bit incredible, Woz looked at the "equipment" on his body and was definitely a very good high-end product, but it was still abandoned on the original owner. From this, it can be inferred that this city is probably full of treasures now!

With the motivation to survive, Woz will not think that his strength is too strong at all. Everything in the future is unknown. Woz knows that if he wants to find Mirajenny as soon as possible, it is not too much to enhance his strength... At least, the currency of this world is absolutely indispensable.

With such thoughts, Woz wandered around without hesitation, collecting the heritage of the city's ruins.

Because of Woz's previous actions of burying the whole city, there were no corpses in the city at this moment, only the solid metal coins and weapons and equipment were left behind. Although many fragile treasures were inevitably destroyed directly, Woz did not regret it, at least it facilitated his collection operation.

All armor and weapons were excluded. Woz mainly collected money and precious gems. In addition, he was a variety of scrolls and books - this was his personal interest and habits. In addition, he gathered his clothes in the ruins of a clothing store.

Woz found another large cloak as a bag and packed all the treasures he picked up. Fortunately, Woz's physical fitness has been greatly improved, so he can easily carry this huge package.

"A space magic should be redeveloped later." Woz looked at the big package behind him and shook his head helplessly.

Of course, the process of collecting supplies was not smooth. At this moment, there were nearly a hundred powerful monsters remaining in this city - all of them who escaped the previous freezing blow; by the standards of this world, they were monsters of centurion level.

Such a group of powerful monsters can be called a disaster no matter where they are. The tyrannical monsters naturally cannot tolerate a human being doing their own arbitrarily under their noses. They will certainly not come to cause trouble for themselves through instinct, but when someone enters their "territory", they will also launch an attack out of instinct and fight against all the invaders!

But Woz didn't care about the existence of these monsters at all, and he was too lazy to use his magic. He waved his staff casually and used the "staff magic" he had just learned to shoot out air hammers, smashing these monsters away.

At the end of the street, Woz turns into the next street.

Boom!

The house on the other side of the street collapsed, and a black shadow rushed out of the dust, pounced on Woz with the sound of metal rubbing that made people scalp.

A huge scorpion-shaped monster, its strength... is no different from those I encountered before. Woz glanced at it and no longer had any interest.

He raised the staff in his hand and was about to use the same trick to hit the enemy with a hammer.

Zheng~

The crisp sound of the sword broke through the air.

Woz stopped and looked in the sound, and saw a metallic cold light shot straight down from the roof!

The extremely sharp cold light instantly penetrated the hard armor of the Scorpion monster and stabbed out from the other side of the side.

Immediately afterwards, a buzzing sound of air trembled violently, and the cold light swept across, tearing the monster into two pieces in the waist!

"Red-back flame crystal-tail scorpion, a big harvest!" A voice with a bit of ruffianism came from the roof, "This big guy's crystal-shaped tail thorn is worth at least 80,000!"

A young man in a leather jacket and a patterned turban sat carelessly on the edge of the eaves and spoke the above lines in an exaggerated tone.

He leaned on the edge of an inappropriate huge package with his left arm. His right hand stretched out slightly exerted force, and another buzzing sound, retracting the flying dagger into his hand through the steel wire attached to the hilt.

"Tsk, I thought I was the first person to come in... I didn't expect that someone would be more courageous than me!" The man looked at the package behind Woz with some discomfort.

"I thought there were no humans here anymore," Woz also responded.

The man in the flower turban laughed and grabbed the package and jumped down from the roof.

"There are indeed not many people." He carefully took his package, "After all, this place was only broken by a demon-level legion three days ago. If a normal person is, he may be able to hide as far as possible, right? The kingdom's army and demon hunters are also busy guarding each other to clear out the miscellaneous people in the demon world on the periphery... Even the main studio of the alliance is gathering forces to launch a retaliatory counterattack..."

The man in the flower turban looked at Woz while talking, and kept turning the short sword with his right hand: "It's really pitiful to say that. After the Torrent Knights were wiped out, no one came to handle their funerals; only two bold and arrogant scavengers came..."

"Scavenger?" Woz looked at the package in the other party's hand, then looked behind him. "My words, I can only be considered as burying the people here. These things are better than being ruined by wild animals."

"Yeah, yeah," the man in the flower turban nodded repeatedly, in agreement, "What he said makes sense! If the entire city was really buried, this little treasure would be a natural reward, right? Then, are you, the releaser of the cold magic just now?"

A cold light appeared quietly in his narrowed eyes, and the short sword in his hand stopped rotating, becoming a state of firmly holding it in his hand.

"Is there any problem?" Woz asked.

This distance is just within the range of the opponent's dagger.

"No denial," said the man in the flower turban, "you have used magic."

Woz shrugged: "Is there something wrong with this...? Have you never met a magician? Oh, maybe it's called a magician?"

"Well, how do you say it? It's not like I've never seen it... Among the rebels who betrayed humans and threw themselves into the arms of the abyss, there are also many people who use magic. Although they are not witch hunters in the alliance system, I have also dealt with those guys a lot."

Woz was shocked and covered his face and started to feel a headache: "So that's it... Is the magic in people's minds like this? No wonder I think there are too many other kinds of magic mixed in the air..."

Woz raised his hands and acted harmlessly: "Okay OK, calm down first. Let me confirm it." He stretched out his right hand and popped up a magic circle at his fingertips, condensing a small ice crystal, "The magic you think is this..."

The moment the magic circle appeared, the man in the flower turban suddenly let go of his left hand that was holding the package, and replaced it with another short sword, as if he was about to attack at any time.

Woz flicked his fingers and dispersed the magic circle: "So, is this the normal caster in this world like this?" He raised the staff in his left hand again and compressed an air hammer at the top of the staff.

"So versatile, magician!" The man in the flower turban sneered, "After all, most magicians are normal mages who have fallen into the past..."

"Tsk, it's so troublesome!" Woz was shocked. Even he couldn't think of how to prove that he was not the so-called fallen man.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly put away his hostility and alertness and grabbed the package again: "Forget it, it seems that you really don't know anything, you shouldn't be the enemy."

But Woz was surprised: "Oh? I'll confirm that I'm not an enemy?"

The man in the flower turban walked over carelessly and stretched out his right hand: "I have always been very confident in my own vision and intuition. You know, I am a man who was invited directly by the Thorns Forest as the post of branch president! My enemy and me have never failed to judge - and even if I make a mistake in my judgment, there is nothing to worry about." He raised the short sword in his hand.

"I know my name is Vanley, and I am a free adventurer!"

Finally, there was a guide to this world! Woz sighed, not caring about his provocation at all, and stretched out his right hand to shake him: "I'm very happy to know you, my name is Woz Fleunner."

After getting to know each other, Vanley looked at Woz with curious eyes: "So, based on what happened just now, are you a legendary alien?"
Chapter completed!