Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 493: Tower Illusion

The darkness swept in like a tide, and there was no light or warmth in the hall.

Aware of the situation in front of him, Thorn's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he just closed his eyes gently, stood motionless, and felt the slightest air flow in the surrounding air.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the darkness in the room that even "dark vision" could not penetrate was caused by some kind of spell.

But he didn't quite understand why the owner of the 'Tower of the Seven Sages' did this.

"What do you mean, is this your way of hospitality?"

After a moment of silence, seeing that nothing had happened, Thorn looked up. There was still deep darkness there. His right hand unconsciously touched the position of the hilt of the sword, and his tone of speech did not conceal his displeasure.

He didn't think that the other party would do such a mindless thing that was not good for him.

Besides, since he dared to enter this high tower without fear, he naturally had 100% confidence in his heart to leave calmly.

"I'm very sorry, there was a slight mistake in the spell, please wait a moment." In the silent darkness, a voice suddenly sounded.

Thorne could clearly feel the tension and panic revealed in this slightly aged voice.

Obviously, this should be the darkness caused by a spell error, which made him wonder what spell the other party wanted to show him.

So he stopped talking and stood still and waited quietly.

After a while, Thorne, who hadn't moved, suddenly felt a light blue light flashing in the darkness.

What followed was a bright light that was almost impossible to look at in an instant.

The sudden bright light made Thorne a little uncomfortable. He raised his vigilance and subconsciously stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.

After he got used to the bright environment, he slowly lowered his left hand covering his eyes, and looked around with interest.

It was a bright and sunny day, the warm air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the sun shone through the lush branches and leaves into the bushes, and the shadows of tall trees sprinkled into the streams in the jungle, making the water surface mottled with light and shadow.

The breeze floats, the leaves rustle in the forest, the sun turns into light golden beams and jumps among the branches and leaves, and the birds sing loudly from high places, with cheerful and melodious voices, which is simply a pleasant natural scene.

Thorne walked towards the depths of the jungle on a path paved with gravel in the forest. He walked across a single-plank bridge over a stream covered with moss and mushrooms, and came to an orchard full of flowers.

Deep and light blue delphiniums bloom here, opening and closing their petals, attracting wild bees and butterflies, who begin to circle the bushes.

Thorne continued to go deep into the knee-high flowers. He picked a blue and white delphinium, put it in front of his nose, and took a deep breath.

There was a unique fragrance of delphinium, which was even stronger than the ordinary delphinium he planted in the tower.

It seems that this old wizard's magic knowledge of the illusion school is quite deep, Thorne threw the flowers away casually, thinking to himself.

As we all know, ordinary illusions are just visual illusions, but the environment in front of you can even imitate the smell so vividly.

"Oh, come on, Your Excellency Thorne." At this time, the familiar voice sounded again, "I'm in a room not far away, welcome to the 'Tower of the Seven Sages' as a guest."

Thorne heard the words and looked intently.

Wherever his eyes touched, he found an upright small wooden house in the middle of the flowers.

He walked into the orchard and walked through the woods.

The tip of the grass was still covered with dew overnight, which wet his trouser legs, and everything seemed to imply to him that this was a real environment, not created by illusion.

At this time, Thorne, who was walking, noticed movement in the woods on the right, so he turned and looked over.

Looking around, he just saw a naked blonde girl appearing in sight.

This girl with a smile on her face was holding a basket full of bright red apples, and was walking in the bushes with bare feet.

The warm sunlight shone on her flawless body, as if coating her with a soft halo, giving people a different kind of allure, which made him take a few more glances.

At this time, Thorne noticed that the naked blonde girl was walking towards him with light steps.

So he stopped and looked at it carefully with a gaze as if appreciating a work of art.

Just when the blond girl was about to pass by him, the palm passed through the blond girl's body, but it was a real silk-like touch, as cold and smooth as jade.

A flush of embarrassment instantly appeared on the girl's face, just like the red apples in her basket.

She stopped, raised her eyelids, peeked at the ranger in front of her through her long eyelashes, and quickly lowered her head to look at her toes like a frightened deer, her whole body seemed embarrassed.

Thorne looked awkward, and retracted his hand.

The blond girl noticed that the palm disappeared, she raised her head slightly, and looked at Thorne with a pair of shining eyes, accompanied by a series of giggles like silver bells, the girl's waist swayed and disappeared into the flowers.

"Isn't it an illusion?" Staring at the disappearing figure, Thorne scratched his head, put the hand he rubbed just now to the tip of his nose, and sniffed lightly, whispering something puzzled.

Since he has the professional characteristic of a swordsman "perception of magic", it is naturally easy to determine that all the scenes in front of him are all transformed by illusion.

However, that solid touch is very realistic.

He thought that the blond girl who appeared just now was most likely activated by the old wizard using some kind of activation spell to activate the elaborate rubber doll, which produced this effect.

Then he stopped thinking about it and continued walking towards the wooden house.

"It's finally here, and you can talk freely here. Please sit down, Your Excellency Thorne."

As soon as Thorne pushed open the wooden door and entered the cabin, a familiar greeting sounded immediately.

He walked into the room cautiously, surveying his surroundings with interest.

This laboratory is not as small as it looks, on the contrary it is surprisingly large.

That's not all, though, and the most striking thing is the books that take up a huge amount of space.

Heavy volumes bent the shelves of the bookshelves along the walls and filled the cabinets and boxes.

Thorne took a quick look and found that most of the contents recorded in these books were related to the spells of the Illusion School.

Of course, as a wizard, this is his laboratory and study, so the more common scary decorations are indispensable: a stuffed basilisk, a dehydrated feathered snake hanging from the ceiling, a pair of dusty griffin skeleton.

There are also rows of impressive bottles and jars, most of which are filled with colorful gem dust and all kinds of strange paints and dyes.

As a wizard who is proficient in the school of illusion, most of their spell-casting materials are mainly colorful gem dust and pigments.

Just like the wizards of the evocation department like to pack some bat droppings, sulfur, and charred wood in their pockets, the wizards of each school have their own most distinctive characteristics.

Of course, there are also a few small animals soaked in unknown transparent liquid: spiders, snakes, centipedes, toads, scorpions, and very few samples mainly composed of humanoid organs.

Thorne even found a glass device similar to a petri dish, and there was a well-preserved baby inside, soaked in various unknown liquid medicines, with a straw connected to the outside inserted in the mouth.

From the slowly rising and falling abdomen, it can be seen that there are still signs of life.

Based on the general appearance of the baby, Thorne discovered that the other party's race should be a dwarf.

Thinking that the spellcasters of the dwarf race are born illusionists, Thorne seemed to have guessed the purpose of the dwarf baby.

As for whether it is a man-made dwarf under the spell experiment or something else, only the old wizard in front of him knows best.

This was the first time he had seen the laboratory of an aborigine wizard, and it satisfied his little curiosity.

Thinking of the strange group of wizards he had seen at the Wizards Gathering in Winter City, he felt relieved.

Then, Thorne looked at Sandkot, an old wizard who claimed to be the 'Head of the Seven Sages'.

The old wizard's attire is not as fancy as the wizards in the wizarding gathering, but it looks quite satisfactory.

The old wizard was tall and thin, slightly hunchbacked, with extremely bushy brown eyebrows and a long hooked nose. He wore a black floor-length robe with sleeves wide enough to fit half of his body inside. Holds a staff topped with colored crystals.

Seeing the dejected look of this slightly old wizard, Thorne suddenly thought of something that the players made fun of the native wizard.

Someone once said that the wizarding community in this world is also divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Leaving aside those rich, handsome and talented wizards for the time being, we are mainly talking about a group of low-level civilian wizards who have neither extraordinary talent nor resources and background.

When these wizards were young, they were just like their real-world office workers.

In order to improve their strength, they study knowledge and analyze spells during the day, and stay up late at night to work overtime and transcribe scrolls to earn living expenses and all knowledge related to spells.

Coupled with the long-term residence and no social life, it leads to them becoming bald, low EQ, low charm, and poor wretches who can't get girls.

Even long-term irregular work and rest caused their not-so-strong bodies to cause various diseases, so they became powerless when doing certain things, and could only look at the high-level magic props like the blonde girl outside the door and sigh in vain. , or take magic potion to temporarily strengthen certain aspects of ability.

Even if they managed to make it through and let them become wizards whose strength reached the middle level or above, they would already be very old.

In the end, in order to survive, he had to face the fate of transforming into a lich, and even lost the happiness of his lower body. It can be said that there is nothing worse than this in life.

It can be seen from this that wizards are the most eccentric among all professional groups, and it is not without reason.

It is no wonder that some people claim that 'all the wizards who manipulate the Arcane Arts have brain problems to varying degrees. 'Even some extreme wizards discriminate against warlocks and magicians, saying that they are novices in arcane manipulation.

This actually refers to the civilian wizards with the largest number of wizards.

Thinking of this, Thorne subconsciously glanced at the old wizard in front of him, and he couldn't help chuckling.

"Your Excellency Thorne, what are you laughing at?" The old wizard Sandcott sat down behind the long table filled with colorful bottles and jars.

"It's nothing, it's just that every time I see these things, I have a question." Thorn sat across from him, pointed at the spell-casting materials that resembled various pigments on the table, and joked with a smile:
"If people don't know that you are a wizard, I think they must think that you are a painter or a dyeing workshop."

"You can think it's a matter of my taste." The old wizard heard the ranger's ridicule, his wrinkled face remained unmoved, and he explained to him seriously:
"After all, I'm a spellcaster who has studied the magic of the illusion school for many years. You would never have imagined that these things you call paint or crystal powder can even create a small world that makes people linger and forget."

"Indeed, I have seen its magic. I have to say that magic is really a magical force. To be honest, sometimes I envy you spellcasters who can manipulate Arcane Arts at will." Thorne nodded slightly, a little yearning road.

"It's nothing to envy." The old wizard smiled and waved his hands, sighing softly:
"Your Excellency Thorne owns the entire wizard tower and the wizards serve you alone, but you come to envy an old man like me, don't you think it's ironic?"

"I made you laugh." Thorne finished speaking, looked at the old wizard, and suggested: "Why don't we go outside to talk, because I always feel creepy here. I hope you can understand."

After speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the dwarf baby stored in the petri dish, just in time to see the terrifying baby turn over and splash a little bit of water.

"Understandable." The old wizard showed a friendly smile, and then tapped the floor lightly with the staff in his hand.

A white mist filled the air, and the two appeared outside the cabin.

They sat down on log-colored chairs beside a pure black marble table, and a blonde girl with an empty basket just passed by, she smiled and nodded at the two of them, then turned around, her slender waist twisted towards Walk in the woods.

"Is this also an illusion?" Thorne asked curiously as he watched the naked blonde girl leave.

Originally, he thought that this girl was like some kind of animated inflatable doll, but after careful observation, he found that the behavior and expression of the other party were not like a rigid constructed creature at all, but more like a living person.

"That's right, everything here is illusion. This is my latest research result. The flowers here have smells, the red apples are edible, and the buzzing bees can be philosophers. As for her."

The old wizard pointed to the direction where the blonde girl was leaving, and said with a smile: "She can still satisfy any of your requests for no reason, if you want to give it a try..."

"That's unnecessary, let's talk about business first."

Thorne interrupted the old wizard's mischief, and patted the dimensional bag on his waist. Four sharp pure metal arrows appeared in his hands, reflecting a dazzling pale golden light in the bright sunlight.

Then, he put the arrows on the table and gently pushed them in front of the old wizard, explaining his reason for coming: "I need you to help me enchant these four arrows with the effect of 'pull back'."

(End of this chapter)