After being personally inspected by the Skeleton Monarch, the corpse was impregnated with a curse spell that is rare in the world. If you want to create such a resurrected person, you must first let the deceased die at the place of his birth, and the position deviation must not exceed ten miles. After being buried for thirteen days, the corpse will open the tomb and return to the caster by itself to stand by.
In general necromancy, the awakened corpse is either ignorant or self-aware. As for which one, it all depends on the specific operation of the caster; but this spell is different, it can make the corpse During the execution of the order, it has the IQ of life, and automatically returns to the state of no IQ after the task is over or fails. In this way, the caster can not only make the corpses execute complex instructions, but also ensure that they will never betray, and can prevent them from revealing their secrets after falling into the hands of the enemy.
After Burris explained all this, both the king and the prince turned pale. The reason for the assassin to make a special trip to the palace to carry out the assassination emerged—this is the birthplace of the prince. As long as the prince dies here, the enemies in the dark will turn him into a resurrected corpse. Moreover, the interrogator found that each assassin carried a small carving knife, which was too small to be used in combat, and the corpses probably intended to use it to carve the prince's spell-casting emblem.
The Lord of Bones knows what the emblem looks like. For the convenience of observation, Burris took out a notebook and asked him to draw the appearance of the emblem.
Prince Lanto continued to pace back and forth, looking at Lot from time to time: "Just now you said that you can perceive the position of the caster?"
"Yes, I feel it." Lot just wanted to draw the terrain on Boris' notebook, but felt that the notebook was too small to fit, so he held up a charcoal pencil and gestured in the air: "If this is the capital of the king, what The location is like this first, then this, then north, this, then this... this... roughly where?"
Boris didn't understand at all, but the king and prince guessed the location Lott was referring to. After all, they had experience in leading troops to fight and had a good imagination of terrain and space.
"You seem to be talking about... the Luoyue Mountains?" King Parcia asked.
"The spellcaster is in the Luoyue Mountain Range?" Prince Lanto was more nervous than before, "Luoyue Mountain Range... Maybe the mastermind behind the scenes is the creatures on the other side of the mountain range. They want to use this sorcery to control me and find a chance to seize my fortress... "
But King Parcia didn't think so: "My brother, do you really think so? The other side of the mountain is the territory of barbarians and orcs. Can they cast such complicated spells? Even if they can, since they have mastered such terrifying spells method, and even sent people...sent corpses to sneak into the palace, so why didn't they just assassinate the king and prince? If they can control me, wouldn't it be a greater victory for them?"
Prince Lanto sighed: "It also makes sense... But those races have different ways of thinking from us, maybe our speculation is not valid..."
"He wants to control you, maybe it's not for power at all," Lott interjected unrulyly, "I mean His Royal Highness. The caster must have a personal grudge with you. The apprentice of Burris... said just now that the dead were buried You will wake up as a puppet after thirteen days. If you die and you crawl out of the grave silently after being buried for thirteen days, will your army still listen to you? Can your family still trust you? They will return power to you. Give it to you? No, it’s no wonder they don’t burn you. What the enemy wants is not your princehood and military power, but you!”
"There are a lot of people who hate me," Prince Lanto sneered, "especially in the Luoyue Mountains... After all, I was the commander in chief of that battle."
Hearing this, Boris had to ask: "Your Highness, there may be many barbarians and orcs who hate you, but how many spellcasters hate you?"
Prince Lanto immediately thought of the name: "Red Vulture?"
"Do you think the sorcerer might have mastered such a spell?"
"How do I know..." The prince finally stopped pacing, pulled his chair and sat down dejectedly, "I don't know much about magic, so I'm looking for you... Originally we wanted to find your mentor, but now No one knows where he is..."
The prince was depressed, his eyes flickering. Burris always felt like he wasn't telling the truth...or that he was telling only part of the truth, hiding parts that he thought were hard to tell.
"Mage Koref," His Majesty Pacia said at this time, "Prince Lanto and his family are about to leave the capital. I hope you can follow them to the Luoyue Mountains. There must be an evil lurking that we don't understand..."
Burris had long understood what they meant. He was very willing to go, because he was also very curious about who the spellcaster who assassinated the prince was. That person might have powers unknown to the outside world.
"I'll go too." Lott took a step forward.
"Of course." Prince Lanto was probably thinking about other things, and he was a little absent-minded when speaking, "Since you are also Boris' friend, let's go together. I also invited another..."
Burris suddenly had a bad feeling: "Who else wants to participate in this matter?"
"One of my comrades in arms," said the prince, "maybe you know him? He is also a disciple of the mage Burris. He participated in that battle, and he knows the terrain of the mountains better."
"Black pine?"
"Oh, you do know him."
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The convoy hit the road early the next morning. The prince and the guards walked in the front, followed by the eldest son Norad and the second son Charles on horseback. Boris shared a carriage with the thirteen-year-old Talina. Lot got a tame and strong horse. He followed the princess and the mage most of the time, and sometimes ran back and forth very lively.
Following at the end of the team was a prison wagon sealed with iron sheets, stuffed with several assassins who were dead but not stiff. The strangest thing in the whole team is the necromancer Heisong. He does not ride a carriage or a horse, but sits on a huge bone chair and floats with the team.
Most of his old chairs were broken. This new chair was bigger and weirder. It used buffalo bones, rhinoceros bones, elk bones, and even bones from sea creatures. There was also a string of unknown creature skulls hanging on the back of the chair. Only Burris knew what it was—it was nothing, artificially fabricated from bone meal, and there was no such creature in the world.
Both the king and the prince disagreed with the appearance of this terrifying chair in the capital, so Heisong deliberately guarded the outskirts and waited for the convoy to leave the city before joining. When he saw Lott, Heisong visibly shook, and he held onto the handrail tightly with his hands so as not to slip down. Boris saw this scene through the gap in the curtain of the carriage, secretly a little strange.
How Boris hopes that his spellcasting ability can be restored quickly. If he can recover as before, he will definitely use a teleportation circle to reach his destination in an instant. Riding in a carriage is too tiring, the bumps are still a trivial matter, and what is even more tiring is that he has to take care of the little girl in front of him... He once took care of the thirteen-year-old Esther, who was also a little silly and sick at that time. But generally speaking, she has a tough aristocratic temperament, and she is relatively firm and optimistic. In this respect, the thirteen-year-old Talina is completely different from her.
Before leaving the city, Tarina thanked "Korev" in a soft voice, and talked about some dispensable topics about the weather. After leaving the city, she gradually stopped talking, and Burris didn't take the initiative to bring up any topics. Concentrate on reading with your head down. Not long after walking, Boris was startled by the sound of sobbing. Looking up, Tarina was leaning on the cushion of the carriage seat, her face was pale and tears were streaming down her face.
Boris asked her what was wrong, and the child gave an answer far beyond his expectations: "Mr. Mage, leave me alone, I am such a child who is not blessed by the gods... I lost my mother, and I have no friends here... I was almost stabbed to death by a durian... Even if I was saved by you, my life is meaningless. I am not as smart as Norad, not as healthy as Shire, and not as Ace Your Highness Telin is beautiful... I can't do anything well, even if I don't know how to ride a horse.
What's wrong with the kids now? How old are you to talk like that? Boris wanted to teach her a few words, but felt that he shouldn't meddle in his own business and teach the prince's daughter. Tarina cried all morning until Burris wanted to call for help.
During the noon break, Tarina was helped by the maid to rest on the lawn. Just as Boris was about to get off the carriage, Norad, the prince's eldest son, suddenly came in.
As soon as he came in, he took the mage's hand and gave a hand kiss. In the narrow carriage, this kind of gesture was not gentlemanly at all, but rather obscene... Then Norad chatted with his good eloquence For several minutes, during which he praised Burris' green eyes several times. After chatting briefly for a while, Norad left the carriage and ran to Lott, and began to praise his blue eyes and "black hair like crow feathers"... When Burris sat on the lawn and stretched his legs, the eloquent The eldest son leaned closer to Heisong again, sighed wantonly at the astonishing momentum of the bone chair, and flattered Heisong's white skin, black hair and beautiful almond eyes...
Burris sat on the grass under the shade of a tree, looked at the busy servants, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air. Familiar footsteps came from beside him, and he knew it was Lott without looking up.
"What an interesting family," Lott said, sitting down next to Burris. "They all have different symptoms. It's so confusing."
Burris rubbed the back of his neck: "There are still two days away, I don't know what to do..."
"Because that child can cry too much?"
"Isn't it?" Boris sighed, "I don't have children myself, so I really don't know how to comfort children. Estee was different back then. She was more sensible, so I didn't need to say anything."
Lott suggested: "If you really want to be alone, then I'll take a carriage and you ride a horse?"
Boris bowed his head embarrassedly: "My lord, I don't know how to ride a horse."
"Then you can only watch her cry." Lotte looked towards another shade. Tarina was still sobbing, the maid handed over the handkerchief helplessly, Charles stood beside her with a worried face, and Prince Ranto also walked over to ask his daughter if she was unwell.
Looking at all this, Lot narrowed his eyes: "I think something is wrong with that girl..."
"What's wrong?" Burris asked.
"Her mental state is not right. There are many crying and fussy children in the world, but few of them can keep crying all morning. And if you look closely, her eyes are particularly desperate, and her face is also ugly. She often twitches and trembles with small frequency... This is definitely not pretending. Also, look at the maids around her, they are so anxious that they are about to cry. If the little girl used to cry like this every day, then they should have gotten used to it That's right."