Twenty Sided Dice

?read_();

Thinking, Road, Guest www"" is the fastest novel website with no pop-ups!

Back at sea, Siegel had a familiar feeling. This swaying, swaying is the rhythm buried deep in his bones, and now it is reinterpreted into a movement. It's a pity that the ocean of thinking has no smell, and there are no fish under the waves of emotions, but all this has made Siegel feel relaxed.

After crossing the sea of ​​condensed memories from the past, we are now in the deep waters. Looking down from the side of the ship, the sea contains the power of magical fluctuations. If Siegel dares to dive from here, it is possible to find the secrets of the spells Wendy has learned - her unique technique, her private alchemy formula, her spell chain structure.

There are treasures in it, but there are also dangerous thinking whirlpools and undercurrents. It takes a lot of effort to dive deep. Siegel didn't stop sailing, but continued to advance to the depths of the ocean.

Then hòu came to the subconscious, an area considered by mages to be based on feelings rather than facts. The sea water here constantly changes its color, from deep black to completely transparent, and the cycle changes, like breathing, like a pulse. This current calm state is based on the premise of Wendy's coma. If she is awake, then this area will be like a boiling hot spring, with various colors stirring together in the surging, forming a colorful spectacle.

The storm created by the Knox spell is in this area, and a slender tornado can be seen connecting the sea and a red thundercloud up and down. The subconscious emotions were sucked up, slowly rising, and brought into the thundercloud. Green plasma scurries around, breaking up the seawater and igniting it. The red flames continued to rise, expanding the thundercloud.

Siegel frowned, the red flame seemed familiar. Remember that in Makabuda, the murderous gnome used a flame like a red lotus, and it was this color. It has never been thought before that the properties of using everything as a fuel are so similar to Nyx plasma energy conversion technology. How could there be no connection between the two?

This spell can continuously devour the surrounding energy, gradually growing itself in the cycle. Concepts can only be transformed into structured entities in the space of a concrete mind; and thanks to this being in the mind of a mage, only a skilled spellcaster has enough knowledge to understand and embody the secrets of the spell. .

In addition to the thundercloud whirlwind in front of him, Siegel also knows a type of spell that can be cycled by itself, which is the dwarf's twisted illusion. He took advantage of this opportunity. Take a good look at the similarities and differences between the two. The spells of the Knox Common Society have some of the hallmarks of gnome illusion, but not so much. However, the foundation of Nekos' plasma technology must be the illusion of gnomes, which Siegel can basically confirm.

In the countless worlds and the long flow of time, there will be countless flashes of light that are as bright as the stars, resulting in sudden bursts that far exceed the technical level at that time. Whether the magic is powerful or the spell is advanced depends on whether it can gather and continue these wonderful moments of epiphany. In addition to the circular magic circle, Nekos's magic circle miniaturization technology also came from an epiphany, and it was also extremely excellent. Siegel always wanted to find an opportunity to master it.

A thunderbolt shot out from the tornado and hit the ship next to it. Siegel retracted his thoughts, focused, and thought of a solution.

The red cloud formed by the "euthanasia" spell constantly released a comforting signal, so the sea around the tornado was unusually calm and could be called no waves. If this area continues to expand, the entire sea area will lose its vitality. People will die. So what emotion is the opposite of comfort?

Siegel looked around, hoping to find clues and materials in Wendy's mind. He saw a large smudge in the depths of the ocean. Like viscous oil floating on the water. He drove the seaboat carefully over, and from the layer of oil, he saw the terrifying images of countless undead fighting, fighting, and biting each other. Fortunately, Wendy is still in a coma, so it is very peaceful here, the scene of the undead vying to devour the living being is still, and there is no terrifying wailing or screaming in pain.

Only when there is fear and fear can one live. Just as one wants to judge whether one is in a dream or not. They are all slaps in the face, they must rely on the feeling of pain, and it has nothing to do with happiness or not.

Siegel chanted a spell and dragged the oil stain toward the direction of the tornado. This requires great strength and consumes a lot of energy. He needs to focus all his will on the fear of the undead. Attract it a little bit, guide it, and then move it.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he only felt that his eyelids were heavy. The ship that originally carried him became smaller and smaller: the sails turned into smoke and disappeared, the deck fell off piece by piece, and the side of the boat became lower and lower. The sailboat becomes a paddle boat, then shrinks into a canoe, and finally becomes a raft. Siegel stood on the rickety raft, his feet soaked in the sea of ​​Wendy's thoughts.

A comfortable feeling came from the feet, as if the whole sea was not cold water, but warm flesh and blood. Siegel shuddered, waking up from the dream that he was about to fall. Just a little bit, he will be assimilated here, go deep into the soul avatar and completely merge into the sea water and become an integral part of this place.

It is impossible to complete the following work in the current state, and Siegel concentrates and transforms himself into the skeleton form. His soul fragment also completed the same transformation in Wendy's mind. For a time, the wind was surging, the waves were surging, and the raft was up and down on the top of the waves and the bottom of the valley.

The black sticky grease seemed to have come to life and swooped at Siegel, trying to wrap him in the sea. The magician turned a magic wand in his hand, cast a spell to protect against evil, and stabilized the black consciousness of fear. He then began to sing the incantations of Knox spells, and continued to manifest the gnome's circle of magic.

In this meditation-like environment, there are no actual materials needed to create magical items, everything is somewhere between fantasy and reality. As long as it can be understood, the rest is the focus ability of the judge, whether it can maintain the concentration before the completion.

Fortunately, Siegel was already familiar with gnome runes, and he made the elemental core and energy lens himself. Soon, the wind and waves stopped, and a black tornado gradually formed. The purest will to survive is extracted from the fear of the undead, forming a whirlwind opposite to the "euthanasia" spell.

Siegel patiently adjusted the direction of the two spell whirlwinds, making them gradually approach. The two cyclones are similar but opposite in nature, and in Siegel's calculations they cancel each other out. To accomplish his plan, Siegel couldn't let the two cyclones meet now. If there is no euthanasia spell, his hypnosis and suggestions based on hypnosis are meaningless, so it will take some time for the cancellation process in Wendy's mind to occur.

Fear can make people alive, and peace can kill people. Siegel looked at the two cyclones in front of him, and his heart was enlightened. If he hadn't been in and out of various dangerous situations, if he hadn't faced one life and death challenge one after another, he wouldn't have been able to gain knowledge and experience, nor would he have reached his current strength. He finally left a blessing in the depths of Wendy's ocean of consciousness, and then hòu rowed the raft back to the shore.

Siegel pinched the sand and built a sand castle for the brightest gem. In this castle, the feeling of passion and joy is the most indulgent memory that can be exchanged for a whole night of exhaustion. Although it is fake, it can at least make Wendy happy for a dream time.

When the whirlwind of "happiness" in the depths of the ocean dissipates, so does the memory attached to the brilliant diamond. When Wendy tried to recall, she would feel that everything was like an ethereal adventure, both fantasy and reality. Perhaps after many years, there will still be some beautiful memory fragments left here, but one day they will be submerged by the surging tide and turned into sand.

He finds the newest shell on his entire beach. It was a black shell with a skull head on it. This is Siegel's shock to Wendy when she transforms. This was useless, and Siegel smashed it to smithereens with his hands. The ocean of consciousness began to make a soft sound of sea waves, indicating that it is now in a deep sleep instead of a coma, and it is time to leave.

Finally, he squatted down, patted the beach here, and then left a sentence with his finger, "I hope you can find beautiful diamonds again."

However, he chanted the spell and left Wendy's mind.

Back in Wendy's room, Siegel moved her to the bed and covered her with a quilt. He waved his wand and made a mess of the room, with everything haphazardly laid out. The quilts and sheets were torn violently, and the pieces were scattered all over the floor. However, he took out pastries and other food from the space bag, and served red wine in a glass. He painted a simple constant temperature magic circle on the table, and the fire element slowly released heat, so that the food and red wine on the plate would not cool down.

In the end, he left a note and wrote: "I'm sorry to leave like this, I have a task to do. Be careful of the elves, their mages are not lacking in powerhouses."

After closing Wendy's room with a protective spell, Siegel went straight to the top-floor hub. Speak the secret words, the door of the room opens for him, and the control core of the entire mage tower is in the room.

Siegel took his wand and walked carefully into the qù. The hub room is only ten feet in diameter. From the ceiling in the center hangs a hanging column inlaid with a crystal ball. Siegel presents a weird and ridiculous reflection on the crystal ball~www.readwn.com~ The control pattern of the magic circle converges to on the crystal ball, but the real core is hidden.

There is a red crystal at the root of the crystal ball. Only those who are familiar can see that it is a flame soul crystal. Siegel found that this place is very similar to the refining room of Nexus, which extracts energy from the spirits to make flaming soul crystals. At the same time, he also saw the magic circle using the flame soul crystal as the energy core to supply the consumption of the entire magic tower.

That is to say, all the red magic towers can be used as both a workshop for making energy bodies and also as an energy supply station. If the resentful spirits come here to become raw materials, Knox can quickly create a large number of flame soul crystals and use them to strengthen his spell ability.

Siegel closed the door behind him, and the room became dark, but as he recited the secret words again, the lines of the magic circle shimmered, illuminating the place again.

Changes began to occur in the crystal ball, and the colorful colors kept flipping, as if they were alive. It seemed to sense Siegel's presence, always gathering the most colors in his direction.

The mage walked over, put the wand on the crystal ball, and established a connection with the tower. (To be continued...)

Thinking, Road, Guest www~~The fastest updated novel network, no pop-up windows!