Twenty Sided Dice

As it turns out, neither can Evan.

The hundred-sided dice shot a beam and smashed the ring into the floor again.

Siegel summoned a mastiff angel and put it on the ring. Although it's easier to summon a lesser demon, Siegel never believed in the ethics of underworld creatures. Although the Mastiff Head Angel bears the head of a hound, it comes from the heavens after all, and is a born paladin, that is, a dead brain who pursues kindness and order. Although it is tall, strong, and has a pair of swan wings, the oath of kindness and justice can completely bind it. In other words, the mage doesn't have to worry about the Mastiff Envoy running away with the ring.

Most importantly, the Mastiff Godhead has enough intelligence to describe his feelings honestly and accurately.

"Mr. Mage, this ring is very interesting. It has no magic fluctuations, but it gives me a feeling of great power." The Mastiff God Envoy squeezed his fists, grabbed his giant sword with both hands, and slammed it with force. Twisted into hemp.

"The reason why I do this is to restrain an impulse." The Mastiff God Envoy said: "After I put on the ring, I especially want to beat the two of you, a very vicious and inhuman beating. But I know very well. This kind of thinking is wrong. Mr. Mage, this ring of yours is strange. I come from the heaven, and I was born with the holy light of kindness and order, so I have a strong ability to resist evil thoughts. But if this ring is in the hands of other people, then It's hard to tell what the outcome will be."

"Thank you, Angel, I have another question for you." Siegel pointed to the ring, and said, "After wearing it, do you have the urge to punch someone else. Like any orc, goblin or little devil?"

The Mastiff God Envoy thought for a while, then shook his head. "There is no special idea, it is still the same as before. We hate evil creatures, but what we hate more is their evil behavior. It is not violent for violence. The way and boundaries for punishing evil deeds have not changed because of the ring."

"Thank you for your help, I probably understand." Siegel found a black dragon's keel from the space bag and gave it to the Mastiff as a gift. The Mastiff envoy returned the ring to the mage. Then he disappeared with the keel in his mouth.

Siegel put away the ring with a serious look, then patted Evan on the shoulder. Pointing to the seat.

Evan also seemed to realize something, and no longer had any intention of joking. "Tell me, is there any bad news?"

"It's not bad enough, but it's starting to get weird," Siegel told Evan. "The wearer of the ring will get stronger, and then there will be thoughts of hurting both of us. , a beating for no reason is already a very tyrannical way to deal with it, if it is other people, such as brutal orcs, trolls, etc. The only thought in my mind is probably to kill the two of us."

"Why us?"

"The better guess is because we disturbed everyone in this room's long sleep, so the ring wants to take revenge." Siegel continued: "But I prefer a bad guess: the ring's goal is dice, you I have all the dice."

"It makes sense, I agree with you. The reason why we can't wear the ring is also related to the dice." Evan nodded: "So this thing is designed for people to eliminate the owner of the dice?"

"It's very possible at the moment." Siegel rubbed his forehead. He only felt that his mind was not enough, and the blood vessels were jumping under the skin. "No one can give a ring, let's just pretend we've never found this thing, what do you think?"

"I don't mind," Evan said.

"Also, the ring shows some information under the flame, where the numbers 4, 6, 8 have turned black. 10, 12, 20 and 100 are left. From what I know, there are four dice in the world, I Twenty. You are one hundred. Then the remaining two could be ten and twelve."

Hopefully the three who turned black were not killed, Siegel thought. He is now not sure who made the dice, the writer or the **** of Thunder Wall Continent? If it is a writer, then the dice are the relics of the previous world, and the problem of the ring can basically be related. But this leads to new thinking: Why can Siegel and Evan use dice? Are there other users before? Why is there no record of dice in the history of countless years before?

On the other hand, if the dice were made by the gods of Thunderwall, why would there be rings in the writer's camp? What is the time relationship between the two? What happened to 4, 6, 8?

Evan leaned forward as Siegel fell into tangled thoughts. "In my opinion, don't think about it. After all, we discovered the ring. The danger is also controlled, which is lucky in itself. As for what hidden history is hidden behind it. What does it matter? It's not urgent."

Siegel thinks more than Evan, but has to agree with Evan's statement: "Although it's not my style to wait for things to come to the door, but I really don't have the ability to dig deeper. Unless we can find more There is a lot of information and evidence, otherwise everything is still only at the stage of conjecture."

"Yes, doing is more important than thinking! Let's move on." Evan jumped up from the seat and patted the dust on his trousers: "There are still some places I haven't seen."

They continued on their way, opening several more closed rooms, but there was no more "sudden dusting". The two of them were basically certain that this was not a sanctuary, but a workshop that made something. They found kits that work with the parts on the board. These things gave Siegel a lot of inspiration and gave him some ideas for improving the assembly line. It's a pity that the tool itself is rusted and can no longer be used.

Everything here is destroyed by time, and in the end nothing man-made is more resistant to the passage of time than rock. Maybe people here want to record their information, but can't find a better way. So the two explorers found no paper, more metal plates, or even any runes on the walls and ceiling.

"They've done a really thorough job," Siegel said. "It's clean and there's nothing written."

"That's why I hate it here." Evan held the long sword and kept looking around, still vigilant.

"Why are you still so nervous? Is there no danger here?" Siegel waved his staff, opened the last door at the end of the corridor, and looked at the large and small shelves inside. Should be a storage room. "Look, this is the last room. It's exactly the same as the previous one. It's either broken or rotten. The dust won't come and bite you. Put the sword away."

Evan shook his head firmly: "Siegel. You have to listen to me on this matter. I can have a hunch that there will be a battle, and it will be an interesting challenge, and this hunch will never be missed."

"Since when did you have this ability? After getting the dice?" Siegel asked.

"No, since childhood."

Along the way, Evan recounts the history of his foreboding ability, each time it works, with exciting battles. It was from battle after battle that he practiced his martial skills and improved his strength.

"There are many famous sword players in the Starry Kingdom. Compared with it, the New World is like a barren desert." Evan waved his hand forward to strengthen his tone. "Like Beneda Templeton. Nicknamed City Gate Ben, he is good at cross-defense with one sword and one spear and sudden counterattacks, very powerful; Danser Gerwood, nicknamed Dancer, is flexible and uses a short sword. When he was very close, if his opponent used a long weapon, he would not be able to counterattack; and the famous Soth Weywood, the chief instructor of the Kingsguard, nicknamed the Virgin..."

"Virgin? And such a nickname?" Siegel said with a smile: "Is he the kind of person who is very beautiful?"

"No. To be honest, his mouth is crooked, and his eyes are not aligned. He doesn't look good." Evan said: "But he is very good at using swords and shields. He has experienced hundreds of battles and is rarely injured. Occasionally, it's only a slight scratch, and it never bleeds, so he got the nickname of a virgin. Now his battle count is almost accumulating to a thousand, right?"

Siegel was in awe. People like this must have extraordinary skills.

"There are also many excellent swordsmen outside the royal family of stars, including many knights. They have their own characteristics, and you can gain a lot from fighting against them." Evan looked at Siegel and said to him sincerely: "The New World is a good Place. Only here can you have the opportunity to establish a large territory like Heimland, but you should go to the Star Kingdom to see it. What is the strong like a cloud. You are a mage, you should also go to the Mage Association? The New World Mage Association has already It's over. You can't stand still here."

"That's right, but if you can't go back, wouldn't it be boring for me to be alone? After all, I don't know many people in the Kingdom of Stars."

"You can go to Sir Bill. His wedding is scheduled for the autumn harvest celebration, oh yo, it's these two days!" Evan scratched his head: "I forgot to prepare some gifts."

Siegel pushed him and said with a smile, "Stop pretending! What's the gift! Where did you get the money? Even if you have money, you can give him a gift in your own name? You are hiding in the New World now. The star king, the less people know, the better."

"I'm not hiding, I'm just relaxing and changing my mood." I don't know why, Evan just smiled reluctantly, and he didn't seem to be in a high mood.

"When it comes to marriage, you have no plans for this?" Siegel asked: "Not long ago, your younger brother Aaron collected beautiful women everywhere, and all of them came to the New World."

"Actually, that's all old news. As far as I know, several groups of women have entered the palace, which has caused a smog inside." Evan said: "Actually, I think Aaron is very pitiful. He actually has a woman he likes, only But she has never had time to get married. Now that she does this, she probably won't be able to become the queen. Maybe the prince will be born before the queen. "

"Prince? Are you really determined to give up the throne if Aaron has children?"

Evan nodded ~www.readwn.com~ but said nothing.

The two climbed up the spiral staircase and saw the strange metal spire again. It's one of those things that the "writers" go to great lengths to create. Now that the gold ring is placed in Siegel's key space, it is completely cut off from the outside world and will not affect the minds of the people around. Then the writer's huge metal minaret is the only creation left outside.

We have to find a way to dig this place and transport this thing to Myr City. Siegel thought about it, then gave up the plan. The air in a closed hole** is dry and cold, and the air outside is much wetter. The rusted spire is outside, and I am afraid it will rust faster. And this huge volume is also difficult to transport, neither can it be teleported, nor can it pass through the tunnel under the city wall mountain range. It's better to leave it here and study it if you have time.

They climbed to the entrance, and Siegel waved his staff gently, and the granite wall in front of him softened, allowing the two to walk through.

But as soon as he came out, Evan swung his long sword and drew two circles in front of him. Only two dangdangs were heard, and the two darts fell to the ground.

A man in black stood in the cave, looking at the two explorers with piercing eyes. (To be continued.)(www..)