unreliable adventure

There is no human habitation on the border of the kingdom of the dead, not even the dead or the living.Our team headed north along the abandoned King's Road until it was getting dark.Glinda found a sunny high ground, Wayne stuck his sword into the soil, and prepared to set up camp after reciting the purification spell.The work of setting up the camp was nothing to me. I sat on a rock and watched Huoshaoyun. Huoshaoyun had a sad beauty.I was wondering if there was a better rhetoric when I heard Francis yell.

I saw Fran hopping on one foot, holding a big sword in one hand, and a thick bone claw hanging on his curled calf.Fierro urges Wayne to double the power of the Purification Charm.Wayne leaned on the sword with both hands, and poured the blazing heart fire into the ground.It didn't matter if he didn't recite the mantra. Once the mantra was finished, as the halo dissipated, the whole ground became loose.

"Oh my god, isn't it a cemetery?" Fran took a step forward, and a skull was kicked aside, and the skull was still chewing something.

It's really strange, I obviously didn't detect the fluctuation of the undead.At first glance, a few skeletons stood up staggeringly, and more stumps struggled to surround them.Fierro shot down a bone with an arrow, but another skeleton next to him used the arrow as a weapon and charged forward with red eyes.Several skeletons that rushed up were broken, and the broken bones moved and spliced ​​together into even weirder shapes and stood up again.The five of us formed a small circle back to back, but the ground under our feet also moved.

Glinda, who had been walking for a long time at night, also panicked and told me to find a solution quickly. The problem is that I don't know what's going on.With spiky bones cutting my robe, luckily I'm dead and not afraid of contagion... so be it, I shouldered two shambling skeletons, and cat-waisted from under a tall shin Drilled through, rushed out of the encirclement, pulled out Wayne's sword stuck in the ground, and removed the spell of light energy.

"We didn't mean to bother!" I dug my hands into the ground trying to establish communication, but there was no response, neither sound nor elemental.A skeleton noticed me, swung one of its own sharp ribs as a knife, and stabbed it in my shoulder blade.While it couldn't be pulled out, I grabbed its collarbone with my backhand and forced my will into it to torture it.It is not a survivor, and it doesn't even have the simple obsession of a brainless zombie.I also didn't find the puppet line left by the necromantic manipulation.Wait, it says it's called by the Great Light, and he's going to be resurrected.What nonsense!The little knight's faint light also wants to be used for resurrection?I took away the afterglow from its body, and it scattered with a slight sigh.

Now that there are clues, there is also a solution.I called out to the remaining light spirits in the soil, told them that this "big resurrection" was a farce, and begged them to leave with me.The light spirits hesitantly moved towards me.Sensing my intentions, Glinda also quickly cast shadows to disperse the remaining light.

The ghosts found by the bones pulled away and rushed towards me. Countless claws, teeth, and unknown parts climbed towards me, trying to get back their afterglow. If I insisted not, they wanted to tear them apart.Wayne rushed into the pile of skeletons with his shield, and cut off several arms that were reaching out to me, and those severed limbs turned to stab at Wayne, trying to steal the light from him.

This stalemate is no longer an option. I came up with a trick out of my wits. Instead of taking light energy by force, I summoned an ice nova backhand. The ice element diffused and exploded along the trail left by the light spirit. Too much ice was needed, and those skeletons who only wanted to ask for it were collected as they were ordered, and they were enlarged and spread layer by layer, and they were all frozen!

Wayne smashed the head of an approaching skeleton and kicked away a tall skeleton, asking me if I was hurt.

Fran yelled outside: "If you can't beat it, why don't you run?" His words were very reasonable. The thin ice made a crackling sound, and it was expected that it would not be able to freeze for a long time.Fran swung his big sword round and swept a path among the dead bones, and the four of them followed closely behind and fled.

After running in the middle of the night, he saw that he had thrown off his pursuers.The little knight sterilized the other two, and Glinda and I walked in front.I asked Glinda what she knew, and she said how did she know.She grabbed my wrist again and read my spellcasting log.

Glinda laughed outright, and said, Xiao Hei, you are a narcissist. Obviously, all the spells failed, and you couldn't beat them and ran away, but the spell casting records described yourself as the protagonist of a crooked novel. .

I remind her to be serious.I didn't find any traces of necromancy, but so many skeletons got up by themselves, it's really weird.

Glinda suggested that I modify the detection circle. Since the traditional necromancy is useless, it is better to change it to detect the bones themselves.But how can this work?There are bones everywhere, so the result is not a lot of false positive signals. If I adjust the threshold, the accuracy will inevitably drop. What if there is a small group of assassins attacking?I have to add a few more conditions to trigger spells. Such a large modification is easy to make mistakes without testing...

Glinda interrupted my self-talk with an elbow, and then asked me with her lips, if it was the ghost of the Knights.

The spell fluctuation is very similar to the handwriting of the Knights, and those skeletons are all driven by the spirit of light.But the "resurrection" I extracted from the skeleton is grammatically different from that of the Knights.Moreover, the Knights are a group of religious paranoiacs, it is unlikely to do things to manipulate the bones.

My reconnaissance circle found that Francis was following from behind, so I stopped talking.I turned around and asked Francis if the injury on his foot was serious. Fran praised the tin woodman Wayne for his excellent medical skills, and the pain was completely gone after the holy light.Then he leaned over and whispered to me, "Go and see the Tin Woodman, he's overloaded."

"Is it mana depletion?" Glinda interjected, "Little black is used to depletion after playing every day, but it's quite dangerous for novices to encounter it."

"Weak, haha, it would be best if Brother Hei has experience, go and see Wayne, hahaha."

I waved my hand and ignored them both.Turning around to look at the little knight, I don't know what happened to him.Wayne walked at the end alone, shuffling, pale and looking very serious.The power of the caster is purely at the level of will and has nothing to do with physical fitness.On the contrary, young people who are usually in good health are most afraid of exhaustion. They lack enough will to drive their heartbeat and breathing, and their muscles become a burden, which is extremely dangerous.

I walked slowly beside Wayne, thinking about how to communicate with him.

"Hey, Tin Woodman, there is something wrong with your spellcasting gestures. Is this what the Knights teach?"

Wayne was sweating profusely, and said with a forced smile, "I'm not very good at learning, and I can barely make a sword. I always miss the point when I summon the holy light."

"Don't force it, but communicate with the light."

"How to do it, teach me."

"Try to present your reasons and convince them to help you."

"The power of the Holy Light comes from faith, justice..."

"Faith... can be used as a reason, but justice is not necessary. For light elements, they prefer..."

"Holy Light," Wayne corrected.

"Sorry, I'm a mage. The light elements are stubborn and easily agitated. Any obsession can move them. The key point is that the emotions must be strong and sincere, and the rituals are secondary."

"But... But yes, the knight's sense of justice itself should be strong and sincere." Wayne tried to summon the spirit of light, but the faint light went out in a flash, and he almost fell down.

"It seems that the light element is tired of listening to these clichés. Try a more personal reason, such as you like money very much, what do you want money for?"

Wayne looked at me with embarrassment and suspicion.

"You can just tell the element, don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in asking."

Wayne's suspicious eyes added vigilance.

It seems that convincing a paladin is much more difficult than convincing a light spirit.

I concluded that the little knight's aptitude was not good enough. Looking at his sickly appearance, I was afraid that he would die before he realized it.In fact, there is another simple and crude way to treat exhaustion, but the side effects... don't care!I grabbed the little knight's wrist and forced my fire into it.

The spell is very simple, as long as you use twice the energy to fill him up, it will be completed quickly.But Wayne started looking at me strangely.

"What are you looking at, I gave you my light, try to see if you have fully recovered."

"Who the hell are you?"

Herein lies the side effect, sharing the Light requires opening one's heart to the other.In the knight order, only the most respected and respected priests can deliver sermons. It doesn't depend on how powerful the priest is or how virtuous he is, but that he needs to be old and cunning enough to cover up his true heart.After all, everyone always has some unspeakable broken things, and as a dead person, there are undoubtedly a lot of such broken things.

"You are not Roland."

"Which Roland?"

"The paladin Roland in the epic! But you have so many memories of Roland, and Roland's sword and shield."

"Well, I used to know one or two paladins named Roland, but things like legends are often completely different from real stories."

"Then you can tell me more when you have time!" Wayne suddenly returned to his sunny smile.

"This one……"

"Don't be afraid, I will keep it a secret for you, Luo..." Wayne gestured to shut his mouth, beat his chest and performed a knightly salute: "Sir!"

I was still speechless, Wayne strode to the front, turned around, smiled cheaply and said, "Also, I'm super happy about the fact that you think I'm handsome!"

Fortunately, what Wayne read from the light was only emotion, and emotion is like a legend, and most of what is left is the beautiful part.If he knew the complete story, the result might be different.Besides, I'm really not Roland.