Mage's Secret

At this time, Trafael still remembered the angry look when Page went to his mage tower to take away Aiwei Leia a few months ago, but in the end he had to leave alone. Didn't even look at the elf.

He held a black dagger tightly against Nalisa's snow-white slender neck, fixed his hostile eyes on Lawrence, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want to lose her again, you can Give me your research on resurrection spells."

After speaking, he glanced at the mage and his party warily, and urged, "Hurry up!"

Na Lisa seemed to have been frightened, her body was stiff, her lips lost all color, and her eyes kept rolling upwards until there was almost only the whites of the eye sockets left in horror.However, on the contrary, Lawrence seemed to have not heard his threats at all, still holding Narissa's hand, and there was no trace of panic on his haggard face.

This made Trafael feel that something was wrong, and Page also noticed the abnormality.As soon as his face changed, he let go of the wizard he was holding, and seemed to be planning to evacuate.But it was too late, before he completely retracted his hands, a cloud of black mist suddenly burst out from Na Lisa's body, which were tiny spores, covering everyone in it in an instant .

Murphy covered Traphael's mouth and nose immediately, but it was too late, and the mage had already inhaled a very small amount of black mist.At this time, Paige, who was closest to Na Lisa, had fallen heavily on the ground, and Traphael's consciousness began to blur. In a trance, he felt that someone was pulling his arm forcefully, and he followed this force to move away from Na Lisa. After taking two steps in Lisa's direction, she couldn't support her weak legs anymore and fell to the ground.

Before his consciousness was completely stripped, the last thing he saw was Murphy's anxious face, and Lawrence's crazy laughter filled his ears: "Hahahahaha, all of you have to become Narissa's fodder! Hahahahahaha!"

When he opened his eyes again, Traphael felt that he had entered a completely dark void, and he couldn't even feel his limbs well, but even so he knew that he must not just sit still like this.So he tried to make himself walk, though he didn't even know if he was actually moving.

This kind of walking does not consume physical strength, but these endless darkness consumes a lot of people's spirit. Even a strong-willed person like Traphael will inevitably feel a little frustrated.At this moment, a little light appeared in his sight. This discovery undoubtedly gave Traphael great hope and swept away all his negative emotions.

He walked towards the point of light, and this time he was sure he was moving, because the point of light was getting closer and bigger.As the distance continued to get closer, the outline of the white light finally appeared. It was an arched door, and the scenery outside the door was unreal due to the strong light.

Although for the cautious Traphael, stepping into the unknown at will is tantamount to pushing himself into danger, but at this time there is no other way out except the door in front of him, so he just hesitated a little Just rushed out.

The moment he rushed out the door, the light caused him to close his eyes reflexively. This was a bad thing, because losing his eyesight would make him unable to avoid sudden danger in time, but the good news is that his control over his body was restored And the attack he imagined didn't come.

After his eyes got used to the light, he slowly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him made him a little dazed—he was indeed standing on the ground, but his line of sight dropped a lot.Where he was standing was a very familiar dilapidated house, with moss and black mold growing on the pitted walls, and a broken window was leaking cold wind.There is a row of straw on the ground against the wall, and several very thin quilts are being spread on these straws.

He looked down at himself, his body had indeed shrunk, and he was wearing the dirty and ragged coarse clothes he hadn't worn in nearly 20 years.Traphael was vaguely aware of something, but many of his memories were being pulled out of his body, and soon he would no longer notice any abnormalities, and what remained in his body was only Cold, hunger, pain and a sense of hopelessness filled with fear of everything.

Seeing Traphael faint in front of his eyes, Murphy's heart ached as if he had been hit hard.At this time, only he was still awake, and the others, including the elves, all fainted beside him, but he didn't care about them at all, and only Traphael was in his heart.

The black mist still shrouded them, and Lawrence was still laughing loudly. His words made Murphy fully understand that all the deaths on the plain and in the wasteland were caused by Lawrence. He took the lives of other people or animals, Come to continue life for Narissa, so the wizard who keeps the most alive doesn't dry up and rot like other captured undead.But the soul that has left the body cannot return to the body, so although she looks as beautiful as before, she is just a living shell.

This is a more evil spell than summoning the undead, after all, summoning the undead does not require so many sacrifices.This kind of evil power made Murphy, who is a demon, feel chills in his back. He regretted not being able to stop Traphael from coming here, but he hated this evil mage who hurt Traphael even more.He had invited them into the Mage Tower before, and he definitely didn't want to really discuss a solution to the problem, but planned to lure them into the tower and use them as Narisa's food reserves.At this time, it was only because of Page's sudden appearance that Lawrence's plan was advanced.

Murphy looked up viciously at Lawrence, who was still laughing nervously, slowly let go of Traphael, and walked towards him.

Lawrence's laughter caught in Murphy's throat. He didn't expect anyone to be immune to his spell.The demon approaching with a strong killing intent made him take a step back, he clenched his staff tightly and aimed it at Murphy.But before he could utter the spell in full, the demon pounced on him.

Murphy had planned to pin Lawrence to the ground and slit his throat.He doesn't understand human spells, but for demons, as long as the caster is killed, the curse will naturally be eliminated.But when he jumped out, he discovered a terrible thing—although he didn't faint like the others, his strength was completely gone!Normally, with his ability, it would be a breeze to throw Lawrence from where he stood before.But this time he fell to the ground halfway, and his ability has almost become the same as that of ordinary humans!

Just when Murphy was about to rush towards Lawrence again, the evil wizard's spell was finally completed, and a beam of red light shot out from the front of his staff.Murphy couldn't dodge Lawrence's attack, and he was sent flying backwards before falling heavily to the ground.

Warm blood gushed out of Murphy's chest and soon soaked his robe, and this time his consciousness finally began to blur.Lawrence laughed again, and Murphy coughed weakly twice. He moved his arm with the last of his strength, and carefully hooked the fingers of Traphael who was lying not far from him.

Trafael felt very hungry. If the little money his mother made was found by his father, he would be robbed and used for gambling, and the little money he secretly hid could not buy enough food.But even if there is food, it will be snatched away by his brothers and sisters. He has not eaten for two days.

Hunger forced him to leave home and sneak to his secret stronghold - the back door of a restaurant, which sometimes dumped some leftovers. Although the leftovers were not clean, it at least saved him from being starved. die.

But this time he couldn't eat as smoothly as before. Several stray dogs occupied the place and drove him to the street.In this street full of gorgeously dressed upper-class people, he accidentally ran into a lady, and the scream of the beautiful lady caused him to be beaten severely, and the guards who came after hearing the news treated him as garbage Usually strapped to the saddle.

pain!That was the only thought Traphael had in mind as he was chained to the saddle and dragged through the streets.His clothes were frayed, and his bare back was stuck to the rough ground, leaving a trail of blood that snaked where he walked.

By this time he knew he was doomed, he would not be treated, he would die of bleeding if not infection.This made him calm down instead - hunger and fear would be far away from him forever, and he closed his eyes drowsily.

Murphy felt his chest hurt, but when he realized this, he didn't feel uncomfortable, but was a little pleasantly surprised—this meant that his consciousness had returned!Had someone else killed Lawrence to lift the curse on them?

But after he opened his eyes, he realized that he was wrong.He was no longer on that evil plain, he was standing on a strange street with flamboyant and ornate buildings surrounded by well-dressed humans.

How could he appear here?Could it be that Lawrence's last spell not only attacked him, but also teleported him here?He looked down at his chest. He was wearing the apprentice robe that Traphael gave him. The clothes were intact, and there was no wound on his body except for a little pain in his chest.Could it be that someone rescued him and sent him to a safe place?

His mind is full of various speculations, but no matter what the situation is, what worries him the most is Traphael—if he is rescued, will the mage also escape from the trap?But when he looked around, he couldn't see Traphael's shadow.

Just when Murphy was occupied by anxiety and disappointment, a human rode past him on a horse and temporarily distracted him.But it was not the rider who attracted his attention, but a rope tied to the saddle of the horse, and a child was tied to the other end of the rope, who was being dragged along with the horse's running, and his life and death were unknown.