Twenty Sided Dice

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Siegel and his party saw the elf team before they left the Holy Land.

The news of the gathering of the nomadic tribes in the grasslands obviously alarmed the elves. They sent rangers and druids who were good at wilderness actions to carefully enter the depths of the grasslands. They wear gray-white elf cloaks, which can blend in with their surroundings if they stand still; they wear light elf boots, and they are silent even when they step on the snow.

However, the magical suppression effect of the Holy Land blocked them.

Within this range, except for priests who believe in the Three Spirits, the abilities of other spellcasters are greatly reduced. Moreover, there are too many warriors assembled in the Holy Land, and it is basically hopeless to secretly sneak in the past. So the elf team lurked patiently, trying to find new opportunities until they were discovered by Siegel's psionic vision.

A cavalry team of 100 slaughtered up and instantly drowned the squad. Personal martial arts were of little use in the face of cavalry charges, and the flying saber ended everything. The sound of galloping hooves startled a flock of crows who were rummaging for grass seeds nearby, and they quaked and fluttered into the sky.

One of them was actually white.

The knights of the tribe took everything from the elf, leaving only the dead body on the snow.

The flock of flying crows was not far away either, circling in the sky with a quack and chirping. After the knights are gone, this will be the beginning of their feast.

Everyone was not interested in staying to see such a scene, so they put their legs on the mount and walked away on the snow. Mana and the others turned to the west, taking the mid-mountain trade route to return to Heimland. And Siegel cast teleportation to leave after stepping out of the Holy Land.

The aroma of delicious food wafted from the high windows of Myr City, and it was still simmered yak meat, the main food of the recent days.

Servants shuttled back and forth, serving wine and food to the knights of Heimland. The people in the banquet staggered, and from time to time there was loud laughter. Others were whispering at the dinner table. The hall on the first floor of Myr City has now been transformed into such a banquet hall. The brazier is burning day and night, and all the food is hot again and again.

This is not a luxury for enjoyment. It is the cafeteria of the knights and soldiers defending the city. As long as they come here, they can eat warm food. Knights, soldiers and mercenaries are divided into three tables. The utensils used are naturally very different from the food contained in them, but they are never short-lived or perfunctory.

Siegel passed by the door of the restaurant, just glanced at it briefly, and then set foot on the stairs back to the study. The air of Heim Territory is filled with strong elemental power, which is constantly penetrating his injured body, burrowing into the bones, and replenishing the loss of plasma.

It's a mix of soreness and tingling that makes normal walking a luxury. The legs were just a little weak at first. In the end, I couldn't bear the power at all.

The mage frowned, never before. He waved his wand to give himself the power to fly, and then gave up the plan to go back to his room to sleep, and went to Rhett's temple to see the situation first.

A gust of wind blew cold air into the gaps in his black hair, mixed with faint whispers. Siegel listened intently, only to find that he had severe tinnitus. He had to open his mouth wide, equalize the pressure in and out of his ears, and speed up the flight.

Not far to the south of the castle hall, Rhett's temple was deserted. The one who prayed has not come yet. Since there was no battle and Hunk's recruit training has come to an end, there haven't been many casualties recently. Except for Erdu, who comes here every day. Rhett lived an almost reclusive life.

In less than a hundred meters, Siegel stumbled and stumbled. He only felt that his body lost his balance and sense of direction. The ear pain was followed by a severe headache, and my vision began to blur. He touched his forehead with his hand, only to feel the heat in his palm.

Then he couldn't keep his focus on the spell, the flight spell disappeared, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"It's not normal, it's not like a disease, it's like some kind of curse!" Siegel gritted his teeth. Throw yourself at the door of Reid Stone House. There was a loud bang, and the planks were smashed into pieces. Siegel fell in at once.

"Lord Lord?" Reid remained on his knees and was praying. He opened his small shining eyes and got up immediately after seeing the person who was coming. Come and check it out. Siegel's face was red, his throat was purple, and black blood began to flow from the corners of his eyes and ears.

"The power of life: expel toxins!" Rhett's right hand emitted a bright light and pressed it on Siegel's body. The blue-purple faded slightly, but the heartbeat was getting faster and faster, almost jumping out of his chest.

"The evil disease is gone! The body is restored!" The golem continued to perform magical techniques, but it could only relieve but not eradicate.

He placed Siegel on the ground, put his hands on his chest, and cast a spell to remove the curse. This time he felt a great resistance, a force much stronger than him was constantly attacking Siegel's body. Rhett's mana simply cannot dispel it.

But the golem still used all its strength, casting the removal curse again and again. The curse came from afar, vowing to kill Siegel. With the help of the exorcism spell, both spellcasters saw the curse for what it was.

Negative energy was the main source of energy, and poisons, diseases, and spell effects that affected thinking were mixed and poured down from the top of Siegel's head. The mage's own magical protective power could no longer be resisted, and his internal organs began to fail.

Siegel only felt that the sky was dark, and his body turned from hot to cold, like a feeling of death. There is not much time left for him, and if he loses consciousness, everything will be over. He looked at Rhett, took a breath, barely said two words: "secret", and then turned himself into a skeleton state.

The energy from Rhett's hand became the effect of damage, and the curse that kept falling from the air turned into reinforcement. The red soul fire in the skull suddenly intensified, and the plasma lines on his body were all lit up. Siegel's whole body twitched for a while, and then he gradually calmed down.

"My God!" Reid quickly retracted his hand, "How can you become an undead?" He grabbed Siegel's cervical vertebrae with strong hands, ready to break it at any time. Electric sparks kept coming out of his palm, but the golem didn't move at all.

"Don't be nervous, Rhett, I'm still me." Siegel relaxed and said he was not a threat. "It's one of my life-saving skills. To avoid fatal injuries to living creatures."

Reid was still worried, and he slowly released his hand after looking left and right. He said to Siegel, "You're not being transformed in disguise, you're actually being undead. Do you understand the risks?"

The wizard nodded. Sit up from the ground: "Of course, maintaining this state for a long time will make my brain as silent as death. Losing the vitality of life." He pointed to the top of his head, the curse dominated by negative energy was still there, and he kept on hitting him. attack.

"Before I can solve this, I'm afraid I have to be like this." Siegel said: "If it weren't for you and I had no other way, I wouldn't be like this in front of you."

Rhett nodded and reached out to pull Siegel up from the ground. "Do you know that it is very dangerous to appear in front of everyone as a undead. People will not follow a undead. Maybe you will lose your entire territory."

The mage sighed, tapped his head with his hand, and said, "You have to help me."

"Tell me, someone try their best."

"Tell Janet about it quietly and let her be mentally prepared." Siegel said, "I need to go to the Union's spell laboratory to see what the curse on my head is all about. "

"Hope you can find the answer." Rhett walked out, then turned back, and said to Siegel, "You can't walk in broad daylight like this. Need some smocks for you?"

"Don't forget that I'm a mage." Siegel cast a disguise on himself, covering the skeleton's face with his original appearance. Rhett stared for a while. But he shook his head and said: "Lord Lord, someone advised you not to do this. You now look like an evil lich who has used illusions to try to infiltrate. The evil aura radiated from your whole body has reached a dazzling level. The soldiers will definitely attack you when they see you."

Siegel spread his hands. Helplessly said: "What else do you think I can do?"

Rhett thought for a while, shook his head, and turned away.

Coming outside, the negative energy curse becomes stronger. Although there is no threat to the undead, it is not a good thing to always wear evil spirits. The elemental protection formation in Heimland kept trying to sound the alarm, but Siegel didn't have the energy to stop it over and over again, so he simply stopped the operation of the alarm.

Who the **** did this magic? Siegel thought. The wizards of the elves are very strong. If spells such as meteorites and meteors fall from the sky, they are most likely to do it. on the New World. The rest are only the Knox Common Club, but they have never seen such accomplishments in curses and negative energy.

Siegel looked up at the spell. Trying to parse its composition. A steady stream of negative energy is created out of thin air, mixed with various curses and dispelling magic spells. After washing his body and disappearing out of thin air, it is really inexplicable. No matter how Siegel moved, the spell always landed on top of his head without any deviation.

Even using any door to teleport, the curse still follows closely~www.readwn.com~ In the eyes of other spellcasters, there is always a black cloud above Siegel's head, constantly falling evil lightning, forming on him Dazzling armor. As Rhett said, this scene is too much like an extremely powerful believer of the evil god, who is casting evil spells that destroy humanity.

Fortunately, there are no Paladins from the Temple of Dawn in Myr City, otherwise it would have to fight.

Without finding the source of the spell, there is no way to locate the caster. Under the black "dark cloud", Siegel reluctantly came to the Union's spell testing ground. The magic circle here is independent, not affected by the great formation of the Heimland element, and Siegel does not have the ability to control it. So almost all the magic alarms went off as he approached.

At this time, there must be no tampering. Siegel is very clear, standing outside the enchantment like being frozen, waiting for someone to come out to check. Don't know who will be on duty today, hopefully not Dunbar, the always nervous guy. If he saw such an evil aura, he would have to throw a fireball out.

Although Siegel has many countermeasures, he doesn't want to have a meaningless spell battle. He waited silently, and then saw the teleportation light flash.

The half-elf mage Edith appeared in front of him. (To be continued.)