At the moment when Zok's huge body rushed to the ground, Cyril seemed to feel the cold wind whistling past his forehead as he fell.
In stark contrast to the cold air, the warm body of the man behind him fitted his back, exuding a strong sense of warmth.
Just as he was in a trance, Zuoke had crossed the solid ground with the two of them.
It was like the sea water suddenly flooded the whole body, and the real world was gone.
They entered another whole new world - the world of the dead.
Different from the ghostly world filled with crying, grief and ghosts in Cyril's imagination, the world of the dead is unexpectedly peaceful, peaceful and colorful.
Cyril saw countless grotesque skeleton creatures floating in the air, like many different kinds of birds hovering with white-bone feathered wings.
There is no doubt that Zok is still standing out among the flying creatures.
It has become the most eye-catching existence in this group of skeleton creatures with its huge volume and beautiful slender bones that have an absolute advantage.
Zook wandered for a while over a towering castle standing on the top of a mountain, and finally obeyed the master's will and prepared to land at the foot of the mountain.
Cyril looked at this undead world with great interest.
He found that in this novel world, except for the skeletons that were pure white like snowflakes, the rest of the backgrounds and buildings were bright colors with extremely high saturation.
For example, in the clear blue sky, deep and light blues are rendered elegantly, like an overturned blue paint bucket.
It is like rolling green hills, green and green.
There is also the magnificent and majestic castle complex that stands on the top of the mountain, and the mottled stone walls seem to have been carefully carved by the years.
After Zok landed on the ground, Brian buckled Cyril's waist, jumped down gracefully, and landed steadily on the ground.
The cut of the waist that I started with is not too thin, but the flesh and bones are evenly stopped, and it seems that I can feel the soft touch through the robe.
After Brian retracted his palm, his slender fingers rubbed lightly.
He raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, his eyes were dark and unclear, as if he was still reminiscing about the tenderness just now, which is another kind of beauty different from beautiful bones.
Cyril got off the roller coaster vehicle, his transparent feet stepped on the solid ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"How does it feel to ride a dragon?"
Brian asked lightly.
He deliberately let Zook have a good time in the air.
"dragon?!"
Cyril turned his head to look at Zok lying on the ground. The huge skeleton was indeed not something that ordinary creatures could have.
I didn't expect that I actually achieved the achievement of "Dragon Knight"!
Cyril boldly touched the beautiful white bones of the bone dragon.
The process of riding the dragon was a little too exciting, so that he didn't realize the biggest mistake here at the first time - it was not the dark night, but the bright day.
Cyril came back to his senses and couldn't help but stare at the sky with wide eyes.
"Simply put, the day and night of the Undead World are not the same as the Wizarding Land."
Brian caught a glimpse of Cyril staring at the crescent moon in the sky, and explained lightly.
"The world of the dead has no sun, only the moon. Most of the time, the moon is a crescent moon, which is not perfect, but it is peaceful and can emit light like sunlight. This period of time is called day."
"And after 0:00 every day, the moon will turn into a blood-red full moon, and the carnival of the undead will begin."
His ending was soft, even with a hint of joy.
carnival
Carnival of the Undead
It sounds like a large-scale disco scene where a group of demons dance, which is particularly exciting.
Cyril blinked.
At this moment, a skeleton skeleton in a neat uniform came over.
The reason why it can be seen that this is a skeleton skeleton is that its neck, palms, and head exposed outside the clothes are all white bones.
Cyril found that he seemed to be able to vaguely see the attitudes and emotions of these skeleton people in the fire of their souls.
He looked at the skeleton man in front of him quietly, and saw the other party salute Mr. Scott respectfully. The blue soul fire in his eyes was very calm, but it implied a trace of admiration and admiration.
Several skeletons followed behind this skeleton.
Their soul fires are like Zoke's, flashing and flashing, and they are quite excited.
They pulled a carriage made up of four white skeleton horses.
This carriage was not the magical wizard carriage that Cyril had seen before, but an open-top sightseeing carriage.
The seats in the carriage are just right for two people to sit side by side.
Cyril silently followed Mr. Scott into the carriage, and watched the carriage pass through a large rose garden.
The color of the roses here is more and more coquettish, as red as a burning flame.
Cyril saw Mr. Scott beckon casually, and the carriage stopped abruptly.
The skeleton coachman driving the carriage hurriedly ran into the rose garden, folded the delicate little rose in bud that Cyril had just been keeping his eyes on with great precision, and handed it to Mr. Scott.
Brian hooked his lips, and his slender fingers held the bright red rose and handed it to Cyril.
well!
for me!
Cyril suddenly opened a pair of clear almond eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, his forehead twitched, and the soft hair on his head shook involuntarily.
Cyril felt as if his little heart had been pinched lightly, and a complex emotion filled his heart.
Does Mr. Scott know what it means to give someone a rose
Or is he, a new wizard apprentice, ignorant again
Is sending roses what a macho should do now? !
Cyril was hesitating whether to reach out and take this beautiful budding rose, when Mr. Scott suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Ah, I forgot, this little rose has thorns."
Brian said lightly.
Although a small magic spell can make all the tiny thorns on the entire rose stem disappear, he did not use magic, but reached out and slowly removed the thorns one by one.
"it's good now."
There was a hint of undisturbed interest in Brian's eyes.
"Pull out all the thorns, and it's a beautiful little rose that's well-behaved, isn't it?"
There was a faint smile in Brian's voice, and there was a hint of narrowness in the lazy ending.
Cyril nodded hesitantly.
He thought to himself: Mr. Scott's current behavior is the content of tonight's teaching!
Cyril raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Scott, who seemed to be in good interest, and concluded in his heart: This should remind him to pay attention to safety when going out and not to be confused by beautiful things.
OK, learned!
Cyril then saw Mr. Scott hand him the rose with the thorns removed.
He took the little rose and blinked.
This budding rose was dug out of the ground before it grew up, and the thorns were pulled out, losing the chance of survival and even the chance to bloom. It looked very pitiful.
Cyril suddenly thought of a little spell demonstrated by Professor Robin Antonio in the Charms class, and his eyes lit up.
He held his wand, waving the tip of the wand at the little rose in the other hand.
"Flowers bloom."
Cyril said in a low voice.
This is not a complicated spell, let alone only acting on a single flower in front of him, Cyril's current magic power is sufficient.
The rose in his hand seemed to be awakened by morning dew, and Shi Shiran stretched out the delicate petals.
From the inside to the outside, the petals seem to be slowly revealing their inner voice, quietly blooming with a bit of shyness and unknowingly sultry.
The blooming roses exude an elegant fragrance, and there are a few crystal clear dewdrops on the petals, adding a bit of delicacy.
Cyril flashed in his mind for a while the eight-character motto "Give a person a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance."
He handed this rose to Mr. Scott in a flash.
Thank you Mr. Scott for your constant care!
"To you."
Cyril raised a pure smile, his voice soft.
He didn't know how well-behaved he was when he said this, like a sweet little cake that was ticklishly sweet from head to toe.
A pair of black and white almond eyes glowed, as if falling into the sky full of stars.
Brian was silent for a while, his eyes darkened with deep ink.
His gaze slid recklessly from Cyril's white face inch by inch, and finally landed on the delicate rose blooming in his hand.
He smiled lowly, his sexy Adam's apple rolling.
Brian stretched out his hand and pinched the edge of the rose petals unhurriedly.
A sudden desire for destruction and possessiveness gathers in his chest, tumbling, seeping into his fingertips.
"Then I'll take it."
Brian took the rose, and his cool fingers touched Cyril's palm unintentionally.
"You gave it to me on your own initiative."
He said solemnly, with a quirky smile in his silky and elegant tone.
Cyril didn't quite understand how it was so easy to send flowers casually, and now the scene was suddenly serious as if the two heads of state were changing positions.
But in order to cooperate with Mr. Scott's sudden emotional change, he also tried his best to restrain his smile and nodded solemnly.
Yes, the roses you picked for me, I'm giving them back to you now.
Thinking of this, Cyril shyly shrank his fingers.
He suddenly had a strange delusion—he behaved like a scumbag who borrowed flowers to offer Buddha.
But Cyril soon didn't have time to delve into the sudden and strange delusion.
The carriage has entered the town where the undead gather.
There were suddenly more skeletons and skeleton creatures on the streets.
Some skeleton people wear all kinds of fancy clothes, while others are naked, with a single white skeleton skeleton.
They were in a hurry, coming and going, as if they were meticulously preparing for some important event.
Cyril thought of the "zero o'clock carnival" that Mr. Scott mentioned before, and he asked the system in his mind: [System, how long is it until zero? ]
[There is still half an hour. 】
The system is transformed into an emotionless time-telling machine, with a steady voice and no fuss.
When Cyril and the head of the academy are alone, it always does not make a sound, but silently pretends that it does not exist.
Eat melons in the front row, bah, isn't it delicious to eat dog food in the front row
Cyril found that the skeletons on the road would salute in the direction of their carriages, with a gesture of respect like that of subjects respectfully paying their respects to the monarch.
Of course, he wouldn't think that the flashing soul fire of these people was because of seeing him. It seems that Mr. Scott's status in the world of the dead is unexpectedly high, Cyril pondered in his heart.
The carriage came to the center of a square and stopped.
"Come on, try to see how much undead you can attract."
Brian showed Cyril the simplest spell to summon the undead - "Undead Mind".
Wizard apprentices who have just come into contact with undead magic have to practice this spell to perfection again and again, and only have such a slim chance to feel the subtle connection between themselves and the undead world.
You must know that wizards who can enter the world of the undead are not ordinary wizards.
Most ordinary necromancers can only try to hook up with a ray of the dead outside the undead world.
Just like fishing in the sea, whether you can catch a fish or two depends on the situation.
On the other hand, Cyril was taken directly to the world of the dead.
This progress, a thousand miles a day!
If only Cyril entered the world of the undead alone, his sweet breath would surely make the murderous undead here swarm and tear it apart.
But who told him to stand beside him a great wizard with overwhelming strength, who made the undead bow their heads, and the skeletons dared not have any ideas, so what should they do
The magic rune of "Undead Mind" is not difficult, and Cyril himself is also a dark element affinity, and adapts well in this undead world with only one magical element of dark element.
He tried the first time, failed, and felt nothing.
Cyril was not discouraged, and went on to try a second time.
He could vaguely feel a ray of bright yellow soul fire not far away shaking.
When Cyril tried "Undead Mind" for the third time, his consciousness was linked with the bright yellow soul fire.
However, the other party seemed to be very vigilant, took a step or two, and stepped back abruptly.
Cyril mobilized his mental power to control this connection, trying to convey his thoughts of calling it over and over again.
Perhaps it was his sincerity that finally moved the other party, and Cyril could feel the bright yellow soul fire getting closer and closer to him.
The next moment, a skeleton kitten the size of only two slaps nimbly jumped into Cyril's arms, and consciously found a comfortable position to lie down.
In the kitten's eye sockets, the bright yellow soul trembled and trembled, as if making a "meow meow meow" sound.
Cyril was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Mr. Scott who was beside him, and asked uncertainly, "Am I successful?"
Brian raised his eyebrows and looked at the skeleton kitten who was happily rolling around in Cyril's arms, his eyes darkened.
"Success."
He said casually, raising his hand to hold the white bone at the kitten's neck, and unceremoniously threw it out.
The skeleton kitten felt the unpleasant aura on this man. If it still had hair, it must have exploded.
It smartly knew that it would be closed when it saw it, and ran away with short white bones.
hateful! scared scared...
"good."
When Brian saw the skeleton kitten disappear, he felt much more comfortable in front of him, and added lightly.
He wanted to teach Cyril how to contract undead after he successfully summoned an undead creature.
Now it seems that it is better to wait for Little Rose to successfully summon a undead that he is satisfied with.
In the following time, Cyril tried the spell of "Undead Mind" over and over again, and saw all kinds of strange skeleton creatures.
These little creatures all wanted to rub against him without exception, and the souls of various colors were shaking and shaking, as if they were shouting to kiss and hug him.
Cyril caught a glimpse of the man beside him's face becoming more and more indifferent, and he froze for a while.
With Mr. Scott's high standards and strict requirements, he should have successfully summoned a skeleton person to meet the standard.
You can't let Mr. Wizard down on the first lesson!
So, Cyril didn't rush to use the "Undead Mind" spell, but observed the skeletons passing by, trying to find the difference between their soul fire and those undead creatures.
He vaguely felt something, so he used "Undead Mind" again.
This time, finally came a skeleton man in a white chef's uniform.
It came to the carriage and stopped.
Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, and finally there was no more little guy who jumped into his arms all at once.
Mr. Scott should be satisfied now, right
He looked up at each other.
The author has something to say: Cyril: Dog man, are you still satisfied with what you see