Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); The moment he was still worried about not having enough elemental energy, the next minute was another situation that turned the world upside down. The power of the elements swept through everything, and the phantom horse that remained outside inflated three times in an instant, then burst like a balloon.

The state of the rainbow light sphere was also not good, and Siegel could even hear the screams of magic when the structure of the spell was supported to the limit. If this layer of protection is destroyed, in order to save his life, he will transform into a skeleton state, and try his best to lower his body, preferably to burrow into the ground. Don't keep magic energy in the body, and all magic items are best discarded, so as to have a theoretical chance of survival.

Although it is relatively safe under the ground, it does not mean that you can be safe and sound. Siegel felt the vibrations from the constant explosions, the source of which was the darkroom of Mage McGonagall. The magic tools inside are now dangerous bombs, and the protective barrier is the biggest one. They have no resistance in the face of the surge, and they have all become the culprits of harming their masters.

But McGonagall's biggest trouble doesn't come from these magic items. She couldn't cast spells, so she was flooded with magical energy, the most dangerous thing in a surge. Siegel pessimistically believes that McGonagall may die without a whole body.

The rainbow light ball began to crack, and a terrifying emotion spread, as if waiting for five horses to be divided. Then, with a snap, the outermost purple color disappeared.

Siegel gasped, preparing for the most dangerous situation. It was at this time that the **** of luck finally favored the two of them, and the surge of elements finally passed.

Everything around has changed its appearance, and there is no more fog that blocks the sky. The long-lost bright sunshine has revisited this land, shedding the last touch of warmth before the arrival of winter.

Looking around, there are many trees that are about to wither, their branches and leaves have already turned yellow, and they are lingering weakly. But the sun gave them strength again, and the trees were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Green climbed up and drove away grey and yellow. Even if there is no immediate recovery. But these plants have been able to survive.

Originally, the dense fog contained a certain magical power, and the air element reported it when it stirred the wind wall. Elemental Surge naturally won't let go of these magical energies, sweeping them all away. I just don't know how wide the surge is, I hope it won't affect Heimland.

Since the line of sight is no longer blocked. And Mage McGonagall lives on a hill, so Siegel can see the horizon in the distance. He could see a few miles to the west, a troop of cavalry was walking with difficulty, forming a long line from the ridge, advancing slowly. It was the tracking team of Viscount Purlan. They cheered after the fog cleared and were now on their horses, ready to ride.

And to the north, Siegel saw a spectacle he would never forget. A dense forest was dark in color, and the huge trees were taller than the towers of the castle, like giants standing upright. There is no gap between the dense branches and leaves, like an airtight wall. Where did these numbers come from and why did they grow so well?

The sky changed quickly, and strange blue-purple clouds appeared above the trees, interspersed with eerie golden lightning. From there came the low rumbling of thunder. But not a single thunder, not a drop of rain.

Siegel took a deep breath, wiped his face, and stood up with Moore. The surrounding element concentration is constantly recovering, and it will soon return to normal. It seems that the surge will not happen again, and they are temporarily safe. The place where the energy swept, no longer felt unbearably damp, and the climate that seemed to belong to the wasteland began to return. Siegel looked into the distance, and there was no ghostly swamp in the distance to the horizon.

"What the **** happened? Where's the fog? Where's the swamp?" Moore looked at the great changes around him blankly, at a loss.

"I'm not too sure," Siegel replied, but the calmness in his tone reassured More. "A very dangerous elemental surge has just occurred, perhaps it is this phenomenon that dispels the thick fog in the Ghost Mist Swamp."

"Then can we go back?" Moore asked.

"Okay. Just a moment, the surrounding environment is gradually stabilizing."

I don't know anything about Magic Mor, which is an unfathomable method belonging to the lord. However, it seems that the surrounding area is much safer and the field of vision has expanded. At this time, he found the cavalry team of Viscount Pulan, and he put away his long sword just in case. The longbow was removed from behind.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to make it." Siegel took out his wand and began to check the surrounding elements. At this moment, the blue-purple clouds in the distance finally began to fall, and the golden light slammed into the dense forest composed of huge trees.

The crackling sound came together with the rumbling thunder, and then the second thunder fell, and then the frequency became faster and faster. After a while, golden lightnings formed into one piece, and the thunderbolts were as dense as raindrops. In such an environment, no one can be spared, right?

But to Siegel's surprise, all the trees were unharmed. He saw a continuous stream of silver glittering from the leaves, like waves on a lake in summer. When he saw this wonder, he understood the origin of those trees: the whole forest is full of rune trees of the elves!

How can you see so many rune trees so far south? Why do they grow in the ghost fog swamp? And the most critical question is, what are those golden thunderbolts doing, and why are they constantly slashing at the trees?

The thunder faded away, the blue clouds quickly disappeared, and then the wind picked up. The pentagonal weird moss originally hidden in the soil all opened their leaves and rose with the wind like wings, forming a cloud that stretched for dozens of miles and flew in the direction of the dense forest. The rune trees began to vibrate continuously, attracting all the moss around them like a vortex, blending them into one.

Immediately afterwards, the trees let out a low growl, like a giant beast. Then, in the sight of Mor's wide eyes, the rune trees stood up one by one, pulling out their roots from the soil as their feet, and the waving branches and leaves were their arms.

They are taller than arrow towers, and they are extremely powerful. This is a legion composed of trees, more powerful than ordinary tree people. The key is their number. In Siegel's field of vision alone, there are more than 2,000 tree giants that can be distinguished, forming a mighty circle.

From the circle formed by the trees, a few black figures flew up and suspended above the trees. Siegel used magic to strengthen his vision and saw that it was the wizard of the three elves. He wears a magic robe decorated with stars and moons. With the help of magic, Siegel also saw some elves wearing gray-green leather armor, standing on the shoulders of the giant tree, making some mysterious gestures in their hands. distance is too far. Siegel couldn't see what spell they were casting.

The Legion of Tree Giants shook their bodies in unison, and then stepped forward to the north. It was like a wave, and its momentum was no worse than the elemental surge. What are these tree giants going to do, and what are the elves planning? The elemental surge that just occurred is clearly not a natural occurrence. Definitely the handwriting of these elves. How did they gather so much energy, and what conspiracy is behind the troubles?

An elf flying in the air looked in the direction of Siegel, and his sharp eyes penetrated a distance of dozens of miles, still making Siegel feel threatened. The elf took out his wand and began to cast spells. Siegel knew just by the gesture of raising his hand. It must be a spell related to teleportation.

Siegel immediately waved his wand, and at this time, he didn't care about the elemental concentration level! The elves are not good, and they definitely don't want anyone to know about their big moves here. The surge of elements is the best way to clear the field. Siegel barely survived on the Rainbow Orb, but the ring needed time to slowly regenerate its energy. He has absolutely no ability to save his life in the hands of those elven mages.

The vortex of teleportation appeared in front of Siegel, and the opposite was the city of Myr in Heimland. There is his elemental rune magic circle there, which is like the main field of the magic tower, which can provide a certain degree of protection. Siegel pushed Moore, who was still in a daze, into it, and then walked in.

In this short moment, many things happened. The dark room was blasted open by a burst of explosion, and the whole body was transparent, exuding green fluorescence, like the fire element version of McGonagall Master flying. There are many magic scrolls wrapped around her body, like an awakened mummy.

The iron chain that was originally tied to the wrist danced in the air as if it had come to life. The power of the elements wraps around it, leaving trails of fire or lightning. She yelled angrily. But what appeared in the throat was not like a human voice at all, but a primitive howl resembling a beast.

At the same time, the Elf Mage also came to the top of the hill through any gate, with a sad expression in his eyes. But he was holding a slender flame javelin in his hand. The power of magic flourished in him, and Siegel felt a very obvious coercion. This is an evocation-specialized mage who is proficient in elemental control, and coupled with the natural elemental affinity of the elves, he is especially dangerous. Whether it's fire, lightning, or ice, there is more power and more accurate coverage when the Evocation Focus Mage casts.

Siegel stepped into the teleportation tunnel with one foot.

McGonagall shouted when she saw the Elf Mage. Open your mouth. Like a dragon spewing elemental power, McGonagall spewed a torrent of lightning and ice from his throat. The elf mage waved his hand and threw the flame javelin at McGonagall. The two forces met in the air and were supposed to annihilate each other.

Siegel stepped in half-length, leaving only one last glimpse.

The lightning of the wizard mage pierced through Mag's torrent of ice and electricity, without slowing down at all, hitting Mag's body hard. And the torrent also passed through the battlefield space, covering the body of the elf mage. In the end, Siegel only saw an elemental barrier rising from the Elf Mage, and the torrent didn't cause any damage. And Mage McGonagall's body is definitely no longer human, the flaming javelin was absorbed by the scroll coat on his body, and there was no obvious wound.

Siegel crossed the teleportation channel, and his feet had already stepped on the ground of Myr City. He looked back and saw that the channel formed by the vortex was gradually closing. In a flash of lightning, he thought of many problems: teleportation spells can leave a trail, and a mage who is proficient in this way can deduce the destination of the spell from the residual magic fluctuations. Although the McGonagall system is strange, there are more elf mages, and there is an entire army of tree giants. The victory of the elves can be expected, so will they follow the trail and find the city of Myr?

So the mage pulled the rune array of the elemental focusing lens from the wand, and the flame soul crystals inside glistened. He gave an order to make the element focusing lens run at full force, draining all the energy in the flame soul crystal, and then burst out.

Then ~www.readwn.com~ he threw the elemental focusing lens over before the teleportation tunnel closed.

The shining spar was reflected in the eyes of the elf mage who was fighting, and Mag, who was dominated by instinct, also felt a burst of heart palpitations. An intense flash of light erupted from the top of the hill, and the thriving elemental and plasma energy smoothed out everything around it. All the magic fluctuations disappeared without a trace, and it was impossible for anyone to track it.

In the distance, several elf mages who had not arrived yet glanced at each other, and with their naturally sharp eyes, they saw what was thrown from the portal. They have never seen the element focusing lens, but they are not unfamiliar with the flame soul crystal.

More than half a year ago, a human mage had sent information that the Knox Common Society was using the power of flame soul crystals to construct a magic tower with the intention of unifying the entire new continent. The elves then investigated and found that the odds were high. The flame soul crystal is the unique substance of the Knox Common Society, and only they know how to manufacture, extract and use it.

Therefore, the explosion that occurred in the depths of the Morritt wasteland was also considered by them to be the means of the Knox Common Association.

"Hurry up and inform the king of the forest, Knox has noticed it." An elf mage said: "In order to win, we must take the initiative to attack!" (To be continued.)