Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); The summer solstice is an important festival every year. It is the longest day of the year and a day of happiness and hope.

The morning was sunny and breezy. Janet, wearing a brand new gold and jeweled tiara, carried Isaac to the tallest tower in Myr City. Rhett came here early, preparing to hold a blessing ceremony for all the newborns in the territory last year.

May they always bathe in the sunshine that symbolizes life.

Originally, this work should be held by the priest of the Temple of Morning Sun, but unfortunately there is not a single "Sunshine Waiter" within a hundred miles. Rhett is still not sure which **** his divine power comes from, but as long as it is a prayer of kindness and life, he is competent.

Siegel also stood here, on the one hand participating in the ceremony as a lord, praying for the residents of the territory, and on the other as a father. He wore an elf breastplate with intricate patterns, and changed from the previous style to a long white cloak inlaid with gold trim, with a long sword slung around his waist, and a defensive staff held by his new apprentice.

The ceremony proceeded quickly, with Rhett kissing each newborn carefully and casting a blessing of strengthening and a spell to ward off disease on them. The inhabitants of the territory respect and love this golem very much, and regard him as a person who can be trusted and toefl.

Dudu also thought so.

During the blessing ceremony, under the influence of divine power, all the children were quiet and no one cried. Their parents were also solemn and devoted themselves to prayer. Only Modron Erdu couldn't sit still, twisting around in the last row of the team, unable to find the right posture.

He wasn't trying to get Rhett's attention on purpose—at least that wasn't the main reason. He has just replaced new body parts, his height, wingspan and center of gravity are all different from the past, and it is still a break-in period.

Siegel began experimenting with golem-making on him, restarting the project, which had been delayed by the war. The elemental golem parts brought back from the Dragon Lion Cliff have been on hold for a long time, and now they have found a use. Siegel replaced one of Erdu's arms and adjusted the iron shell that was always broken for him.

It is now like a hermit crab on the beach, with completely asymmetrical arms, small body and large shell. It seems that Modron's aesthetic point of view is not the same as that of human beings. Erdu feels that a strong arm is better than a slender one, even if it exceeds the length of the legs and the body, it will drag to the ground if it hangs down. So it can only be held high in the air - like a giant sign.

So there is always such an arm dangling in the air at the scene of the whole ceremony.

"May all children grow up healthily forever." Reid completed the solemn prayer ceremony with these words.

Everyone first said goodbye to Rhett, then saluted the lord and his wife, and hurriedly left the tower. Only at this time did the noise of work resound in the castle.

Bellows, hammers, and looms interweave into a noisy sound. Mixed with the shouting and the sound of weapons hitting from the school grounds, the noise made people's heads buzz. However, the residents of Myr City are used to this kind of sound. In the case of being under siege, such a voice made them feel reassured and motivated.

Since knowing that the Wraiths were heading south and began to attack the elf army, there has been less and less news from the front. After all, merchants, smugglers, and farmers can't keep themselves safe when the Wraith arrives. Therefore, the intelligence channels established by them will be very unstable.

Siegel also has other ways to obtain information, the easiest one is to observe the elf army outside the city.

The elves' daily patrols are still on time, and the war tree walks across the fields with monotonous and repetitive steps, with a squad of archer rangers on it. But apart from the patrols, all other activities in the elf camp have been greatly reduced - singing, planting trees, practicing martial arts. Unless elves have a habit of hibernating in summer, there is only one explanation: they are dispatched elsewhere.

At the same time, the number of orders for Wraith Resistance Runes has surged.

Siegel clearly rejected the elf's request, and making magic runes has taken up a lot of his energy, which not only interferes with his magic learning, but also has no profit. Elf threatens war, Siegel fights with out of stock. Finally under the coordination of Leah. The elves greatly increased the purchase price, while Siegel "did his best" to create the runes.

But only the machines are really busy.

Daylight gets hotter as the sun rises. Isaac, who had been waiting for his parents to finish talking, finally got impatient and began to cry loudly. Janet kissed her child on the cheek and took him down to the castle. Siegel took out the binoculars from the space bag and observed the camp of the elves in the distance.

Originally, this mirror was used to observe the stars, but the Federation's library was built underground, and it lost its function. Although the mirror was expensive and cost a thousand gold coins, Siegel just said hello. Just took it out.

He counted patiently, identified by clothing and weapons, and saw only three Ranger Captains today. After a week of statistics, there are a total of seven captains in the opposite camp. Means three hundred and fifty elven rangers and warriors. In normal proportions, there are also fifty spellcasters, including priests, wizards, and druids. The average elf inhabitants were about twice as many as the combatants, plus Leah's own **** was thirty.

If a sudden attack is launched, the army of Myr City can break through the opposing line of defense with the use of plasma bursts. Destroy the vast majority of elves.

That would make Heimland famous, and then what?

It only takes one day of preparation time, the wizard group of elves will be teleported in place, and the city of Myr will be bombed. Although the city walls here have been reinforced with dwarf runes and have certain anti-magic abilities, there is absolutely no defensive means like the Three Peaks Pagoda. Myr City and Heimland will become a splendid poem in the elven wars of the New World, leaving only the shadows left in people's memory - and the charred ruins.

Therefore, it is not yet time to counterattack, and Heimland should not be the location of the first counterattack. The mercenaries have begun to launch a sneak attack on the elves on the land of the southern lords, taking risks for the hands of the sages. There have been few successes so far, and a reward of less than two hundred gold coins has been paid.

But the Kentucky Knights are optimistic that numbers will rise soon. Humans are good at learning and adapting, and a successful experience will soon have countless learners and imitators, but elves are not so fast. How to distinguish elf casters, guide away the ancient trees of war, how to divide elven patrols, and how to sneak up on camps during chaos, these can eventually be written into a detailed war guide.

Leah's camp is not in danger of being attacked. There is a tight defense there, and only by cooperating with the mage and dispatching a large-scale army can it be possible to attack her. Put away the telescope. Siegel sighed, feeling very complicated. As the war progresses, only God knows what the situation will be like when he finally has to face Master Leia.

He turned around. Ready to go to the underground workshop. Apprentice Magot stood under the scorching sun, fighting with his body and natural strength. The wide apprentice robe was already soaking wet, and he was constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

This is a very timid child, aside from coming to the library and asking for an apprenticeship. He's not very smart, but he's obedient. Even to the point of obedience. On the one hand Siegel is his mentor, on the other hand Siegel is his lord.

"Drink more water at this time, and then hide in the shadows." Siegel saw his nervousness and taught him: "You have built a strong body by blacksmithing, which is a good thing, but What you need to become a mage is to exercise your mind, don't be foolish."

Magette nodded, then pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket. The paper was already soaked with sweat, and the text on it was blurred.

Seeing this, he wanted to take the paper back. But it's too late. Siegel took it and opened it. The text above can still be vaguely identified, which is a historical document about Heimland written in the dragon language.

"The characters are well practiced, and the content is okay, but the grammar of some sentences is wrong. The dragon language is the foundation, so practice more." Siegel patiently said to him: "In the future, the scrolls that are not waterproof will be sealed with copper pipes, and then hung on the On your waist, not in your arms, understand?"

"Yes, teacher." The young apprentice happily took the scroll.

Then, Siegel saw surprise in his eyes. Nervous and incomprehensible.

Following Margot's gaze, Siegel turned his head to look at the northeast sky. The sky that used to be blue and cloudless was now dyed with a crimson color. If you see this kind of scene in the west direction in the evening, it is just an ordinary sunset. But on a sunny morning?

This anomalous sight cannot be a natural phenomenon. Siegel uses vision. Great view. The crimson color is not produced by clouds, but directly acts on the air. In the area shrouded in red, waves of magic wave after wave were like tides, rushing back and forth. Because the distance is too far, it is temporarily impossible to see what kind of spell caused the wonder.

"That seems to be in the direction of the hub." Magut muttered in a low voice, leaning on the pergola with his hands: "This should be magic. So beautiful!"

The kid was right, Siegel thought, that was indeed the hub. According to the refugees of the hub, the elves had already breached the walls and entered the city, and then destroyed most of the city. The remaining knights and troops surrendered. In the end, only the red magic tower was still standing, doing the last resistance. Could this crimson color be something wrong with the magic tower?

There are only two possibilities, the hub castle has used the euthanasia circle and is attacking the elves; or the tower has been destroyed, which is the last light it emits when it "dies".

Using teleportation can quickly go to the hub to see what happens, but the risk is too great. The half-elf Edith once came to the news that there are mages in Leah's army who specialize in the magic fluctuations of the city of Myr~www.readwn.com~ Fortunately, the castle uses the runes of dwarves as a means of anti-magic, and the elves are temporarily unable to decipher , otherwise Siegel would have no secrets here.

The mage took out the telescope again and looked in the direction of the elf camp. One after another whirlpools and flashes appeared in the camp, and three elves wearing blue-purple robes and holding staffs suddenly appeared. They are equipped with various magical items, and the waves emitted are dazzling.

For the age of the elves, these new mages are also old. When the other elves saw them, they hurriedly saluted respectfully, but these few simply nodded in response. Leah hurried over, bowed her head and said a few words to them, then pointed her finger in the direction of Myr City.

The three elf mages looked over and met Siegel's gaze. One of them smiled and raised his hand, as a greeting, and Siegel also waved his hand in return - as to whether the elves can see, that is not certain.

A line of text composed of illusions appeared out of thin air, and Siegel took a closer look: "The three of us will visit the city of Myr, please welcome Lord Siegel."

Siegel thought for a while, and wrote a reply in Elvish language from midair: "Welcome."

The teleportation light appeared again from the elf camp. (To be continued.)