Constructing-Style Wizard

87 Chapter 87. Be yourself

The female investigator took away Li Nuo, the metal box and the cloth bag.

Silence ushered in the corner where no one noticed.

About half an hour later, Murphia appeared here panting again and again.

"The guys from MI2 are actually serious about me. Is it necessary to dispatch more than a dozen elite fighters to track me down!?"

Murphy groaned inwardly.

She looked towards the corner where the poisonous mist rolled, and whispered:

"Jarvis, how is the wand?"

"Jarvis?"

"Jarvis?"

She shouted several times and walked around the corner several times, but Mophia never saw Li Nuo.

She hurriedly took out a copper whistle, put it near her mouth and blew it.

After a while, Sergeant Mars ran over.

"Reporting to you, sir." Mars raised his hand in a salute.

"Mars, have you seen Jarvis?"

Murphy forcibly remained calm, but the slightly trembling ending still revealed the anxiety in her heart.

Mars looked around, "No, sir. Isn't Jarvis with you?"

Murphy Arden felt bad.

"Could he have slipped away with something. No, no, that's impossible. I purposely added weights to the metal box. He couldn't have lifted it by himself. Could it be that he was taken away by MI2?"

Murphy's eyes shifted, and he searched the nearby ground.

Her vision in the poisonous fog is much better than that of ordinary people.

After looking around for a while, she found the shell casing caught in the crevice of the stone.

In order to prevent the guns and ammunition from flowing into the hands of illegal forces, the guns and ammunition of MI2 investigators are specially made with obvious marks.

Murphy realized the seriousness of the problem as soon as he saw the two black lines on the shell casing—these black lines were the marks of MI2.

"Oops. Jarvis was taken by MI2. Kai'sa must have done it! No wonder I didn't see her on the ground!"

Murphia clenched the bullet case tightly, gritted her silver teeth, turned her head, and asked Mars who was bewildered:

"Mars, how many magic mines have you collected? How long will it take to transport the magic mines back to the fortress?"

Mars silently estimated and said:

"Report, sir. There are six undead ships with a total load capacity of 2400 tons. We have collected about half of the death stones. The rest of the ores have sunk to the bottom of the water and cannot be collected. The 1200 tons of magic mines will take about 8 hours It can only be transported from here to the Legion Fortress. It takes at least 5 hours just to transport them to the ground. If the undead counterattacks, this time will be extended."

"8 hours. 8 hours. No, maybe not enough time." Murphy said while thinking:

"MI2 will definitely hide that wand. It will take me a lot of time just to find the wand. I have to find someone to get Jarvis out of prison, Mars, and obey orders."

"Yes, sir." Myers stood up straight.

"I order you, try to delay the time as much as possible, and don't let this batch of death stones enter the fortress so quickly."

Marston was stunned for a moment, his face full of doubts:

"...Sir, did I hear you right? Are you asking me to stall for time? But these death stones are too important to the Legion. The longer the delay, the greater the possibility of us encountering a counterattack from the undead."

Murphy raised her palm and stopped the other party's words:

"No, Mars, you don't understand the situation."

Murphy took a breath and calmed down:

"I shouldn't have told you about these things, because it involves necromantic runes, and is considered a crime in the empire. But you are the only subordinate I can trust now. Anyway, in order for you to complete my mission, I feel the need to tell you what I have discovered."

Mars nodded, listening attentively.

Murphy took out the notepad from the pocket of her underwear, opened one of the pages, and showed it to Mars.

March 6.

I was ambushed by Death Order assassins in Crypt 669.

I was dragged into the Necropolis and experienced a desperate torture.

Before the emperor's personal guards rescued me, I observed the general process of summoning undead creatures in large numbers by the necromancer sect.

Generally speaking, there are three tasks that the Necromancer sect needs to complete.

First:

The Necromancer sect needs to prepare a large number of remains, the more the better, but it does not require the remains to be intact.

second:

The Necromancer sect needs to prepare enough rough death stones.

I saw with my own eyes that tons of death stones were absorbed by the ritual circle.

third:

Necromantic sects need to draw ritual circles that contain magical logic.

Ritual magic circle, this thing is often misunderstood as huge, bloated, exaggerated discs and lines.

People thought it was at least as big as a bedroom.

But in fact, it can be compressed to the size of half a card table, it can also be engraved on a dinner plate, or even become an inconspicuous pattern on a spoon handle.

For example, in the summoning ceremony I witnessed, the ritual circle used by the necromancer priest was engraved on a rib.

The size of the ritual circle depends entirely on the carving skill of the engraver.

This is very similar to the alchemy array of the Golden Federation.

Of course, I'm not suspecting that the Golden Federation planned the undead disaster. Their own troubles are not small, and they don't have the time to disturb our country.

In short:

Only after the three conditions of casting materials, ritual circle and energy source are met, the Necromancer Cult can summon undead in large quantities.

As long as we concentrate and erase one of the conditions, the Necromancers will no longer be able to deal with us with a sea of ​​undead.

Martha Murphy

Written on the borderline of dreary misery

That's all for the notepad.

Mars didn't understand death magic, but that didn't mean his mind wasn't bright.

He looked back to the river bank, then looked at the place where the metal box was originally placed, and opened his mouth slightly, with a frozen expression full of shock:

"Sir, what do you mean, is there a magic circle for the summoning ceremony on that wand?"

Murphy nodded slowly:

"Yes. I was reminded and studied the secrets of the wand carefully. There are not only ritual circles on the wand, but also some other lines, but my understanding of death magic is limited, and I can't distinguish the meaning of those lines."

Mars shook his head and sighed:

"MI2 brought the magic wand into the fortress, and we transported the death stone over there, which is tantamount to helping the Necromancer meet the two conditions for the summoning ceremony. How can the third condition be fulfilled? There should not be so many in the fortress of the Legion the remains of

Mophia's eyes were confused, she was taken aback for a moment, and said with a silent sigh:

"Yes, Mars. This is what I don't understand. In the military fortress of the imperial army, long-term storage of remains has long been prohibited. Even the night watchman in the morgue has changed from ordinary people to imperial sergeants .Only based on the remains of the morgue, the Necromancer sect should not be able to make waves in the legion fortress. It is precisely because the conditions for the casting materials are not met, so I did not take my research records to remind the legion commander, just Just try to keep the wand out of the fort."

Murphy looked at the underground river, her eyes were a little blurred:

"Maybe I'm wrong, Mars. It's just a coincidence that the death stone and the magic wand appeared in the Legion Fortress at the same time, not a product of careful planning. Now that I think about it, I was taken away by Kai'Sa Jarvis just now." I was so excited, that's why I ordered you to delay the transportation of the magic mine out of desperation."

Murphy was facing the underground river, as if trying to see something from the stinky river water.

She thought for nearly half a minute, then shook her hand and said:

"Forget it, Mars. I took back the order just now, because I was too excited. Hey, I am still too impulsive, and I am not suitable for leading troops to fight."

Seeing that Murphia withdrew the order, Mars stopped bringing up the topic just now and asked instead:

"Sir, what about Jarvis? No one survives MI2 torture."

When the MI2 personnel bypassed him and forcibly took Jarvis away, Murphia's face instantly turned frosty.

"I'll ask Lieutenant Gretel to intercept Kai'Sa. On the grounds that Jarvis has secrets everywhere, put him in an ordinary prison instead of the MI2 interrogation room."

Murphia let out a long sigh, seemingly powerless:

"I can only go so far. If things don't turn around, he may spend a long time in prison. As for my commitment to him...I can only do my best."

After speaking, Murphy turned around and stepped into the poisonous mist, leaving the place with the swirling mist.

Mars was silent for a few seconds, then turned and left, walking towards the river bank:

"Poor Jarvis, you almost got your medal and a new life."

Mars sighed dully again:

"I'm going to be miserable too... Those lieutenants will definitely ask me to modify the undead runes..."

…

Korrabo's Legion Fortress.

The MI2 convoy passed through the doorway in the city wall and into the crowded street.

In the compartment with the doors and windows closed, Li Nuo frowned and thought.

The shackles that bound his hands and feet were cold and hard, and the rough edges rubbed blood on the skin.

Li Nuo didn't care about these things.

He has always believed that as long as he keeps thinking, the pain will fade away.

Find the truth in thinking, look for turning points in the truth, and resolve problems in turning points. In this way, the pain will naturally disappear without a trace.

Paying too much attention to temporary suffering and gains and losses will only interfere with thinking, interrupt thinking, and make yourself confused and troubled.

Once a person is confused, he will lose his direction, take a long detour, or even go back.

Li Nuo knew this very well, that's why he was obsessed with the feeling of sobriety, and he didn't want to sink into the ocean of desire.

"呲"

The steam locomotive screeched to a halt.

Li Nuo's figure flickered, and he broke away from his thoughts.

Noisy quarrels came from the front of the convoy.

Li Nuo could vaguely distinguish the voices of Kai'Sa and Lieutenant Gretel, but couldn't hear the specific content of the quarrel.

After about two minutes, the quarrel stopped abruptly.

Kaisha stepped on the stone bricks and came to the car, opened the door roughly, and pulled Li Nuo out:

"Criminal Soldier No. 888, good luck to you! Remember it to me, and I will keep an eye on you. I will remember all the things you said to me underground, and they will become strong evidence of your violent resistance to arrest."

Li Nuo completely ignored the noisy noise, didn't even look at Kaisha, and completely regarded her as air.

Lieutenant Gretel walked towards Li Nuo, but he didn't catch his eyes.

Li Nuo's mind was not on these people.

He looked around and glanced at the MI2 investigators and Imperial soldiers who surrounded him.

He looked at the sewer pipes and manhole covers on both sides of the street, looked at the trains and rails not far away along the narrow road, and finally looked straight up, piercing the dark clouds.

Li Nuo looked up at the sky, chuckled lightly, and stretched his brows:

"Oh, so that's the case. I thought that the fortress of the Legion was solid, easy to defend but hard to defend. Now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

"Jarvis, what are you talking about?" Lieutenant Gretel had just been promoted, and his military uniform was still brand new.

He heard about Li Nuo from Murphy, and knew what mission this young man in front of him was carrying.

He was more or less concerned about Li Nuo's mental state.

But not out of kindness, but prudence.

He was worried that Li Nuo's mind would be twisted and his spirit polluted because he had been in contact with too many necromancer runes.

Li Nuo restrained his smile and looked at Gretel with a flat expression:

"Lead the way, sir. Are you going to the prison cell on the third basement floor? Your eyebrows moved, it seems that I guessed it right. It's really boring. It's too simple."

Li Nuo laughed, attracting his own attention.

His crazy talk and inexplicable laughter can easily be reminiscent of a mental disorder.

Li Nuo coughed lightly, restrained his smile, and returned to his indifferent expression:

"Cough, I'm sorry. After staying in this place where the birds don't shit for a long time, I miss my hometown a little bit. I usually don't talk like this. It's really holding back for a long time, and I was stimulated, so I lost my composure. Normally, I still Very polite and reasonable.”

Lieutenant Gretel frowned, as if he couldn't keep up with Li Nuo's brain circuit.

He froze for half a second before realizing that he still had work to do.

"Stop talking nonsense and follow me."

Lieutenant Gretel grabbed Li Nuo's shoulders and led him to the castle at the end of the street:

"Watch your words, Jarvis. You are still a criminal soldier and must obey discipline."

The soldiers on the street cast their gazes at the group of people.

As the person involved, Li Nuo looked back at them like a normal person, without his heart beating faster, or blushing and ashamed, just as relaxed as taking a walk after dinner.

Don't care about the eyes of others, especially those who have no interest relationship.

Li Nuo understood this truth at the age of 8.

Be it the soldiers or sergeants in front of him, they are all passers-by in his eyes. There are only a few people worthy of his attention.

"Grete, bring me some supper, a big one."

"Let me emphasize again, No. 888 criminal soldier. You are a criminal soldier, and you have no right to order me."

"Oh." Li Nuo turned his head and shouted towards the MI2 convoy behind him:

"Kasha, I have something to tell you about Mo."

"Enough!" Lieutenant Gretel growled, glaring at Li Nuo:

"Come with me. As for dinner, I'll see."

If I had said so earlier, then nothing would have happened, and I insisted on using means.

Do you think that the Gongdou drama and emperor drama I watched before time travel was for nothing? It's just too lazy to use it for you.

Li Nuo smiled and said:

"Remember, Gretel, times have changed, tonight."

War is never two-dimensional, it is as three-dimensional as a plump dancing girl.

Imperial sergeants and soldiers are unable to recognize this, which is quite normal.

This is the limitation of the times.

But not his Li Nuo's limitations.

Li Nuo smiled from the bottom of his heart.

It turned out that the reason for my unsatisfactory life was here.

He has been trying to fit into this era and become a part of this new world.

But in fact, he didn't have to wrong himself so much.

Why not let the world adapt to him.

If he has not mastered the power of the system, then when he encounters setbacks, he will definitely review the reasons from himself first, which is his usual practice.

But he has a system now.

If there is a setback, it must be a problem with external factors, not his own fault.

In this case, then use the system to correct the mistakes of others.

Um... no.

It is to learn benefits and nutrients from the mistakes of others.

Tatis is not worth my saving.

I should stand beside it like a vulture, sucking all I need out of its death.

Just start tonight.

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