The sky is getting darker and the fog is getting thicker. The carriage ran over a stone, and Tarina threw herself into Burris' arms amidst the bumps. Burris was taken aback when he held the child. She was exuding a threatening heat, and her skin was hotter than any febrile patient Burris had ever seen. This symptom must be "compulsory infection".
The magic spoiler is torturing her and tearing her apart. This process will cause the subject to have a high fever and dehydration. In severe cases, skin and mucous membranes will bleed. The speed of development of "compulsory infection" varies from a year or two to a dozen days, but Talina's disease progressed absurdly fast, surpassing all the cases Burris had read.
This rate of deterioration must be related to the element of purgatory. It is said that the spellcasting methods of purgatory creatures and human warlocks are very similar. The strength of both depends on the power of blood. Certain elements do not exist in the human world, so purgatory magic is also very different from the magic of human warlocks.
So, what if human warlocks absorbed the elements of Inferno...? Do successful people gain a lot of power? Will the loser go mad and die
Could the red vulture in Luoyue Mountains be the one who caused all this? Or is he just a victim, and something more sinister is hidden behind it
Burris stopped the carriage. Now Talina needs to drink a lot of water, and more importantly, she needs the call and company of her relatives. In some cases, patients with "compulsory infection" were able to strengthen their will to survive because of the call of their loved ones, and fought against the magic spoiler... Although this may not save her, it can at least buy her some time.
Charles and the maid were beside the carriage, and the others stood far away, only vague silhouettes remained in the fog. The maid carefully fed Tarina with water, and Charles carefully took out the cushions on her sister's seat and fluffed them up, and brought her another blanket.
Burris couldn't help asking: "Sir Charles, it seems that you are used to taking care of her like this?"
The trainee knight looked downcast: "Our mother passed away when she was very young, and my father and Norad were busy with government affairs, so I was usually the only one with her. Me and Norad are happier than her, Nora De had two parents in her childhood, mine had both parents and an older brother... and Talina lost her mother at such a young age, and her father rarely took care of her himself... Her childhood was almost only me. But seriously, she used to be No, she's just a little timid, but she's never been this weak..."
Burris stood beside Charles and patted him on the shoulder approvingly. Compared to Shire, Norad seems to be less careful. Norad was ten years older than Shire, and sixteen years older than Talina. He really had nothing in common with the younger siblings. However, his interest does not seem to be government affairs, but those boys and girls who have no blood relationship with him...
Charles pondered for a while, then whispered, "Your Excellency, I want to ask you something... maybe my thoughts are stupid, please don't make fun of me."
"Tell me, I'd be happy to help you out." Burris found himself admiring the young man more and more.
"Do you know, my mother was like this before she died... At first she changed her temperament and was extremely unstable, then she started to faint, had a high fever, and couldn't recognize us at all... Do you think Tarina will also …”
Burris looked at him, then at the little girl in the carriage, and decided to tell the truth: "Sir Charles, I don't want to lie to you. Tarina's situation is indeed very dangerous. You can also see that what we saw along the way It's all very weird, and the fog isn't natural. I believe that... Tarina's problems have something to do with it."
"You can save her, can't you?" Charles asked expectantly.
Burris had saved Tarina once, and Ciel hoped it would work out this time too. But the mage just looked sadly at the direction of the team, and did not give a clear answer. Charles lowered his head and didn't ask any more questions.
At this time, the maid stepped out of the carriage with a small kettle in her hand, and Talina suddenly stood up. She turned her head to look in a certain direction, her eyes were wide open, and her eyes seemed to be chasing some living creature in the fog...
A bad premonition welled up in Boris' heart. He could temporarily dispel the nearby fog, but he couldn't keep it for too long, because he didn't want to waste this opportunity, so he didn't cast spells all the time. Now his intuition told him that it was time.
As soon as he read the first character, a gust of wind rushed ahead of him. The wind rises in the blink of an eye, without even going from weak to strong. The maid fell to the ground, the knights bumped into each other, the horses howled and the carriage swayed and swayed.
Boris tried desperately to stand still, but was hit by a circling carriage, and he heard Charles yelling Tarina's name, followed by a series of panicked footsteps...
"Bo...Korev!" A pair of hands gently helped the mage up, parted his hair, and pressed a handkerchief on his head.
It was only then that Burris realized that his forehead had been hit by a carriage, and blood was dripping down his cheeks onto his robe. Lott rushed over and hugged him, looking at him with concern.
The strong wind subsided suddenly again, and the dense fog was not blown away at all. Burris looked around, and sure enough, Tarina and Charles were gone.
He pushed Lotte's hand away and cast a spell in the direction where he heard the footsteps just now. A mist was pushed away with his gestures, revealing the woods and side roads outside the avenue.
"Black pine!" Boris yelled, "Dispel the fog with me!" After speaking, he added a similar spell himself, and the dense fog lost another piece.
The black pine was blown to the ground by the strong wind, and just crawled back into the bone chair. He flew around in the chair, and also released two fog-dispelling spells one after another, which seemed to temporarily push away the dense fog.
Footprints were everywhere on the dirt road outside the main road, and some rotten flesh and bones were scattered here and there, as if a group of carrion corpses had been running in a hurry... and about a hundred yards ahead of them was the first city wall of Silver Falcon Castle.
Their spell effects don't last long. The natural mist will be at the mercy of the caster, and this mist seems to be alive, and the opening that was just torn is quickly closed again.
There was an uproar at the end of the line. In the chaos just now, the corpses in the prison van broke the lock and escaped. A knight grabbed one of them and pinned it to the ground with his lance. The corpse struggled on the spot, its limbs flailing in vain, and its face was always facing northwest.
After all this tossing, the soldiers on the wall in the distance also saw the situation on the road. The city guard sent two teams of soldiers to meet the prince, but Prince Lanto stood there in a daze, unable to even issue an order.
According to the city guards, they did see a group of scary guys running from the main road. It was already a little foggy at that time, and they thought they were refugees from somewhere, but they didn't realize that they were a group of corpses in the cemetery. However, the corpses did not hit the gate of Silver Falcon Castle, but scattered and disappeared on nearby paths.
Burris thought, because they are not going to the city, but to the Moonset Mountains, and so are the corpses in the prison van, and maybe even Talina... Some kind of power deep in the mountains dominates them, summons them, and waits to be them the master.
The only exception was Sir Charles. He should have disappeared to catch up with his sister. But even if he is conscious, it may be difficult for him to face the unknown things in the mountains alone.
Prince Lanto gradually recovered from his fear, and ordered the soldiers present to divide into several groups and trace all the footprints. When he was about to give the eldest son an order, Boris walked over and bowed: "Your Highness, I and other spellcasters will also participate in the search."
"Very good," the prince wiped the sweat from his forehead, "but you should go and wipe your face first... your face is covered with blood."
"I'm fine, it's just a little scratch. Human scalp bleeds more easily." Boris deliberately didn't want to wipe off the blood. The blood might be useful after a while... Some spells require the caster's blood. It hurts, "Your Highness, I advise you not to involve Sir Norad in the operation."
"Why?" asked the Prince. A gleam of gratitude flashed in the eyes of Norad beside him.
"Your Highness, do you still remember what those corpse assassins wanted to do to you?" Burris said, "You were born in the capital, not in Silver Falcon Castle. You are relatively safe here, but your children are different. Now... They should all be born locally, right?"
Norad didn't know what this meant, but Prince Lanto knew it very well. Someone wants to kill him, and wants him to die near the place where he was born, so that he will be transformed into the same thing as those assassins, retaining a certain amount of IQ in life, and absolutely obeying the new master...
Burris continued: "My lord, something sinister lurks in the mountains. The worst for you and us is death; The spellcasters dominate... So I suggest letting Sir Norad stay in the city. If you have enough manpower, I even suggest that you try not to send local born soldiers to participate in the search and rescue."
The prince listened to the mage's advice and reorganized the team. All soldiers involved in the operation must report their place of birth, the farther away from Silver Falcon Castle the better. Norad led a group of people into the city gate in a hurry, with a relieved expression on his handsome face.
Both Prince Lanto and Heisong are familiar with the mountains, and they are looking at the map to study the search route. Boris was sorting out magic items and medicinal materials, hoping to be fully prepared in case of danger.
If there is no problem of soul out of sync, and if the spellcasting ability returns to normal, he will have a lot more confidence... But now he can only pin his hopes on the knights and black pine.
As for the Lord of Skeletons, his role may be very limited. In the case of many enemies, he can't rush up and kiss a group of people to death one by one...
The Lord of Skeletons was standing aside, staring at the slowly closing fog.
He closed his eyes, opened them again, and the whites of them turned hollow black, and the ice-blue irises were replaced by a burst of fire.
"Sigfel*, answer me." The Lord of Skeletal Skeletons transmitted his voice through his consciousness, searching for the location of the creation in silence, "Sigfel, where are you? Wake up, and answer me..."
Odile, with the power of death, is good at attacking and killing, like a ruthless judgment; Siegfried, with the power of purgatory, is good at dominating and eroding, like the whisper of the devil...
Purgatory magic fluctuated in response, but the Skeleton Monarch has never heard an accurate answer.
When he was close enough, he could easily find Odile, because she was a whole and conscious individual. And Siegfried is different, he either hasn't woken up yet, or he's awake but unconscious...
There was too much power overflowing from this land, and the ubiquitous purgatory elements simply formed a blindfold. The range was too large, and he couldn't see Sigfel's position.
"Sigfried, wake up..." Lotbald continued to meditate, "If you continue, you will create demons that shouldn't exist in the world... Then you will never be able to wake up again."
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*Note: Siegfried, Odile, the names are all names in the three dimensions, but the stalks do come from Swan Lake, including the name Lottbald (there is also Odette who did not appear...), these The name is all taken by the Skeleton Monarch...
But on the other hand, the relationship between these people, each person's identity, personality, and Swan Lake are completely different, and have nothing to do with it, so Siegfried will not be some prince (what is he, he will appear in the future... ... )