Twenty Sided Dice

? Siegel, Mana, and the surviving knights rode through sunset and twilight, all the way into darkness. ¥°F. ￥℉ The white snow in the sky has not stopped, helping them cover up the footprints behind them. The clouds in the sky were dark and thick, and the stars and moon could not be seen at all, but the white snow that covered the mountains and plains seemed to be able to glow, allowing them to barely see the road ahead.

The mounts are approaching their limit, and if they don't rest, they may be disabled. If there are no horses on the vast grassland, there is nowhere to go. When Siegel finally gave the order to rest, even the strongest knight felt sore all over his body.

There is only snow around, and if you sleep here, it will be buried in a short time. Everyone has leftover dry food, but they must take care of the mounts first. The knight will carry it all the way in his arms, and take out some warm oatmeal cakes and break them up and feed them to the horses.

Mana crouched down and swept away the snow with her hands. There is still some withered hay below, which should be able to start a fire. With trembling hands, she felt in her pocket, hoping that the flint and iron pieces had not been lost in the battle.

"Don't be busy, I'll do it." Siegel lay down on the horse's back first, then let himself roll off. It was really hard enough along the way. He couldn't use magic to resist the cold, he couldn't send the wind element to drive away the snowflakes, and he even put away the dwarf belt for safety, so he had to rely on his own physical fitness and the power of nature to fight. This is a battle destined to never be won, and the only chance for survival is to admit defeat early.

The simple act of pulling a wand out of a sleeve took many attempts to complete, and the ride was even more brutal than climbing the stairs to the top of Mora. The road to the summit is even more tiring, but at any rate, the body is close to the city wall and mountains, and there is no endless cold wind to scrape the heat like a knife. And at that time, he could still use the power of magic to flow in his body, which could relieve him somewhat.

Siegel opened his swollen eyes and looked at the knight beside him. They are all good, with injuries on their bodies, they have persisted for so long. Several people fell to the ground as soon as they got off the horse, and they wanted to get up. But the feeling of drowsiness gradually overwhelmed, and death lurked in the middle of peace. Never let these warriors lose their lives like this!

'magic! element! Heed my orders! ' Siegel roared inwardly. His lips were trembling, and he couldn't shout, but it was okay to chant a few spells. The tip of the wand glows brightly. Like the dawn that cuts through the darkness.

The sound of the spell trembled, but remained intact, and Siegel's wand made a large circle in the air. The wind and snow rolled, forming a hazy outline, and the phantom gradually became real. The mage pulled the dead grass on the ground and threw it towards the phantom. Then there's dirt, melted snow, and a piece of cloth.

A sturdy hut emerges from the snow, not much bigger than the common farmhouse in the country. A sturdy thick wooden door, two shutters, bright light streaming through the gaps in the windows. There is a chimney at the back of the house, and there must be a fireplace in it. With the smoke emitting from above, there are constantly sparks of fire, and it must be extremely warm inside.

It doesn't get any better than this.

Everyone supported and struggled with each other, and even if they were about to fall, they had to fall in the room, but walking in was not the best way. A knight patted the horse's butt, let him drag him over, and opened the door first.

The warm air came out from inside the house, like the softest but strongest hand in the world. Help everyone in one by one. This is not the illusion of everyone, but the invisible servant in the house. The 'Sanctuary' spell is a sanctuary used by mages to overcome extreme environmental damage, naturally taking various situations into account. As long as the spell takes shape, an invisible servant will appear in the hut and act according to the mage's thoughts. Although the invisible servant will disappear if you leave the hut too far, it is enough to move the surrounding people into the house one by one.

The house is very simple, with only a low table, eight stools, and a writing desk. But there are eight soft and comfortable beds in the house, with fluffy white pillows and silky soft quilts. The fire of the fireplace made everyone feel alive, but these eight beds gave everyone the happy hope of dying on it.

"You can rest assured here." Siegel found that his voice had become hoarse, and there was a tingling in his throat. But that's no big deal. "Everything is made of magic, don't be a pity, it's fine if it gets dirty. Everyone take a rest first, I'll wake you up in twenty minutes."

Then a thumping sound was heard. The knights all fell on the bed.

Mana didn't lie down, she leaned against the fireplace and looked at the door. The invisible servant is not completely invisible, the caster and his friends can see vague outlines. The servant walked in and closed the door.

"There are three more people on the horse." Mana said forcefully.

Siegel shook his head. "The servant said they were dead. Can't move into the house."

"May the **** of warriors accept their souls and let them enter the temple of warriors." Mana folded her hands together, and her blue and purple arms kept shaking. "We need to cremate them."

"You can do it after everyone recovers their stamina." Siegel took out the space bag, first poured a bottle of healing potion for himself, and then ordered the servant to pour another bottle for Mana. It was only at this time that he felt that the control of the body was back in his hands.

"Take care of the horses outside and gather them at the door. The horses have fodder in their saddlebags, so feed them first," Mana said to the servants. Siegel nodded, the door opened and closed again, and there was no need to worry about things outside.

There was ready-made food in the space bag. Siegel and Mana shared the elf biscuits and a few mouthfuls of stomach-warming wine, then took out the crock pot and cooked the marching rations with ale. They added dehydrated mushrooms, dried meat and chopped potatoes, seasoned with garlic and onions, and sprinkled with a generous pinch of salt.

Within twenty minutes, everyone got up. A total of six people sat down on the low stools, shared the same loaf of bread, and scooped the rice in the crock pot with the spoon "conjured" by Siegel. Several people did not speak, because the tacit understanding with each other at this time no longer requires verbal communication, and only needs a few glances to transmit information.

"Go to bed, no one will disturb here," Siegel said. "I'll cast another hut and keep the horses in there. Everyone drinks a bottle of healing potion, that's the order."

A bottle of healing potion of fifty gold coins is not something that knights can consume casually, but since the lord is "treating guests", who will be polite? Since there is no danger here, everyone fell asleep. Since the battle until now, everyone has not worn armor, which really saves a lot of trouble.

One after another, the sound of snoring echoed in the room, and Siegel reluctantly cast a silent magic circle. That's how you can get a good night's sleep. He was the first to wake up the next day, and his strong physical recovery ability has basically brought him back to his best state.

Stew breakfast in a pot, and a lot of fat smells fragrant, which can provide a great help to the body on a cold winter day. Siegel pushed open the door. The snow had stopped outside, and the sun jumped out of the horizon, hanging lazily in mid-air.

A new day has come, a gust of wind is blowing, and the snowflakes on the ground are flying again. The mage looked in the direction from which he came. The footsteps of the horse team had long since disappeared in the snow, and it was impossible for anyone to follow them. Perhaps by this time the elves already knew the news of the death of the War Tree Squad, and perhaps their mages, priests and druids were examining the wounds of the ancient trees.

Siegel thought of many ways to conceal his identity. In experiments with ordinary wood, the crossbow bolt would eventually be melted by the high temperature of the plasma, and no shape could be seen. Even with the few crossbows that fell, Siegel wasn't very worried. He avoided the use of dwarven runes in his design, preventing the elves from attaching the weapon to themselves. At the same time, he did not use the special spells of the Knox Common Club, and the entire array was full of standard textbook-like magic engravings.

The magazine does not have a superb theory, only the assembly line for making the magazine is. When the elves see these items designed for the ancient tree of war, the first thing is to calculate the cost and manufacturing time. According to the general algorithm. The elves will come to the wrong conclusion: the only people in the New World that can equip magical weapons on such a scale are the dwarves or the Association of Mages. The former can be easily ruled out, so the elves will attack Waterdeep more urgently.

Unless Archmage Kasper gives up on merging with the Federation and evacuates with the original members of the Federation, he will only be able to push the intensity of the war to a new level.

After listening to the half-elf mage Edith about the relationship between the Mage Association and the Federation, Siegel had this understanding: sooner or later, the Federation will decline, and with him there are also dangerous elements in the wizard. . It's like concentrating the venom into a body area and then slicing it off with a knife. The common meeting is the venom, and the genie is the knife.

Take a deep breath. He exhaled the last trace of exhaustion in his chest and lungs, then rubbed his face with snow, and a new journey began again. They finished their breakfast and checked their mounts. Cremation of companions and ashes, and then continue to the depths of the grassland while taking advantage of the bright sunlight.

Mana and the knights gave Siegel a detailed account of the battle, which gave the wizard a more accurate judgment of the power of the crossbow. During their conversation they found a winding road that seemed to be passed by a large number of carriages. According to the position of the sun, Siegel used magic to find the hidden stars, and judged the general direction of the path leading to the Holy Land.

Follow the road. They found a carriage tent. Prairie people don't like to make fully enclosed carriages, which consumes too much wood and is too extravagant on the grasslands~www.readwn.com~ So they put tents on the carriages to achieve a similar effect.

Many people in fine chainmail sat beside the carriage, and when they saw them approaching, they jumped up, took up long spears, and drew long bows, blocking the way.

"Stop the stranger!" they exclaimed in Common, with a strong Jackdaw tribal accent and then asked the visitor to identify himself and come. The competition of the Jackdaw Tribe has ended, and the matter of recruiting relatives has also been determined, and the giant Kerry is only left to become the Khan King. Everyone who was supposed to be there was already in the Holy Land, so they were extra careful with Siegel and his party.

Siegel would speak the Jackdaw tribe, which he slowly learned from the giant Kree: "We are people from the north who live in castles. We have no ill will, we just come here to find friends. How is the hall built, and do giants Kerry and Myrcella still live in it?"

"You dare to call the king's name directly, if it is not his close friend, it is the most hateful enemy!" The guards had curiosity in their eyes, and carefully observed the expressions of the visitors. Then they lowered their weapons, but still said with alertness: "The king has ordered that only allies who support him can move forward. We do not welcome others."

"Trust me," Siegel said, "we're friends, not other people." (To be continued.)