Burris handed Sigfield a handkerchief. The Griffin's eyes were big, and the tears were pouring down. The hair on his face was in a lock, and the moment the handkerchief touched the eye sockets, it was completely soaked.
"Don't cry, we don't blame you," Boris stroked the griffin's hair softly, "You are a magical creature created in the ancient war. After the war is over, you hide in the world... You did a great job Well, really, it's not your fault. It's not your fault that someone in the mountains later worshiped you and treated you like a unicorn. Don't cry, you are actually kind, otherwise you wouldn't be killed because of the war Falling asleep in pain..."
Siegfried sobbed: "But... I'm still wrong! I'm not powerless against war! Actually... Actually, I'm pretty good, I even killed the devil... I'm so good, but I can only watch people fight, I ... I don't know what to do... I have people on both sides of the mountains who worship me and trust me, and I feel guilty about which side I'm on... and I keep doing the same thing, I hide like an ostrich thinking it's going to be okay, who Knowing that I was lost in a dream again, I also lost self-control, and let the purgatory elements in my body come out to harm the outside world... Of course I was wrong, my sins cannot be repaid by death... "
Seeing him crying sadly, Burris couldn't help asking: "Uh...do you know Tarina?"
"who?"
"It's okay, just a random question. You are a bit like a human I know..."
Could it be that... after being disturbed by the crying element, the unawakened warlock will also cry all day long? This is an unprecedented new discovery...
Burris decided to talk about something serious and change the atmosphere of grief: "Now those corpses won't continue to alienate, right?"
The tears under Siegfried's feet have merged into a small puddle: "Well, I am awake, and the power will no longer flow out."
"Can you control them?" Burris asked, "say, drive them back to their graves..."
The Griffin lowered his head: "I'm afraid not... They have been cut off from me. If I want to drive them away, I have to corrode them with purgatory elements again. If I do this, the alienation will start again... This is too risky. If any corpses are transformed during this process, it will cause more trouble... Sorry, I will only cause trouble, I am really useless... "
"It's all right..." Boris quickly patted his head.
The mage looked back at the group of corpses in the canyon, and slumped his shoulders weakly. It seems that the only one who can clean up the mess is himself. He asked the Griffin again: "What about the living? What happens to the living who have been affected by the elements of purgatory?"
"The influence will be interrupted, but the alienation that has been produced will not disappear," said Sigfeld.
That said, red vultures are still dangerous. Although the corpse was not resurrected by him, he still has the ability to control the corpse. Among his spells, the most dangerous is the emblem magic: killing people at the place of birth, and then putting the emblem on them, after thirteen days, the corpse will become a puppet of the caster, possessing both intelligence and absolute obedience.
This is not a common necromancy spell. Its principle and thinking are very different from the regular necromancy school, and it has a strong color of witch doctor sacrifice. It is said that the people from the Western Wilderness on the other side of the mountain also have a way to use the dead. Maybe the Red Vulture learned this skill from the Western Wilderness people.
Thinking of this, Boris shouted from a distance: "My lord, should we go back to Silver Falcon Castle?"
The Lord of Skeletons is sorting out the corpses. This job was arranged by Burris. Many of the corpses that jumped down the valley were mutilated. In order to facilitate unified control in the future, they should be arranged as neatly as possible now.
Seeing Lott approaching, Siegfried lowered his head obediently. Boris didn't know their relationship at all, and only thought it was a necessary respect and gratitude to the demigod.
Lot put one hand on Siegfried: "Isn't the matter over? We have found the source of everything."
"It's far from over," Boris shook his head, "The red vulture may be detrimental to the Prince's family at any time."
"You are so responsible..."
"Of course. Do you know how many orders Silver Falcon Castle places in my factory every year?"
"Very convincing." Lott grabbed Sigfried's hair and jumped over, riding on the back of the griffin and reaching out to Burris, "Come on."
Burris looked at the tall beast's back: "The griffin must never appear in front of ordinary people!"
"I know," Siegfried said proactively, "I will try to hide as much as possible. And I can use illusion. If people see me by accident, they will think that I am a white flying horse with long horns..."
Well, Burris finally understands where the unicorn rumors came from. He added: "Also, after we leave the valley, we have to go to the cabin to take a look. I want to make sure that Tarina's condition has not deteriorated..."
As he said that, he grabbed the hair on the griffin's waist to climb up, but Lott stopped him immediately: "No! You sit in front of me."
"Why?"
"I can hug you if you sit in the front... No, it's because you are shorter than me. If you sit in the back, your sight will be blocked by me..."
"If you block it, block it, I'm not in charge of the command seat flight..." Burris just didn't want to sit in the front. Rather than being hugged by others, he would rather hug others by himself... At least he hugged others more righteously.
At this time, Siegfried said: "My lord, you should sit in front of him. You are lighter than him, and it is better to sit like this... This will help me maintain my balance when flying."
Since the Griffin himself suggested so, Boris had no choice but to hold the hand of the Skeleton Lord, climb up and sit in front of him.
In fact, griffins don't pay much attention to this at all... and real griffins are not for people to ride. They only carry the flightless cubs of their kind, or at most are willing to help carry some items for a fee. "Riding a griffin to fight" is just a scene imagined by human beings.
From a higher point of view, Burris' hair was tied back, exposing his reddish ears, the hood of the cloak was stacked on his shoulders and neck, and his thin white neck was looming. The Skeletal Monarch held the mage in his arms with satisfaction, and couldn't even close his mouth with a smile.
The griffin soared into the air and slowly circled out of the canyon. Siegfried is the creation of the Skeleton Maharaja, as long as he is not far away, he can directly receive the Maharaja's instructions in his mind.
Just now the Maharaja said to him: Say something, let the mage sit in front.
Now the Maharaja told him again: Fly more steadily, don't make the mage feel dizzy, but you can go faster when ascending and descending, so that I have a chance to hold him tighter.
The crimson griffin obeyed silently. It seems that the master likes this human mage very much, which is very good. I hope the master can successfully keep the mage by his side.
Siegfried also likes this mage very much. He is so kind and wise, just like a gentle elder in a human family, just like the smiling grandfather who picked mushrooms back then.
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In the lord's mansion of Silver Falcon Castle, "Little Beauty" finally woke up.
He was lying on the wide, sinking-soft bench, the cushions smelling of hyacinth and blackcurrant. He hesitated to lift off the thick and comfortable pearl fleece blanket, and found that the coarse robe and the old wool cloak on his body were gone, replaced by a set of champagne-colored silk pajamas.
He sat up and stepped on the whole plush real sheepskin floor mat with his bare feet. On the mat was a pair of shell-colored satin house shoes with gold thread inlaid, which seemed to be just right for him. On the back of the chair is a black velvet home robe inlaid with gold, so soft that you want to bury your face in it. It means that the clothes are specially prepared for him.
He stood up with the high back of the recliner, put on his robe, and looked at the whole room in a daze.
An exaggerated scream came from the door: "Oh my God! You're awake!"
Norad came in with snacks and tea himself: "You have a low fever, don't move around, you'd better sit down... It's best to lie down."
Rose Green felt dizzy. He didn't say a word for a long time, just watched the prince's eldest son busy to and fro in a daze.
He knew Norad, but Norad didn't know him.
He also knew the room. This is the warmest living room in the castle, and Sniger often sits on the bench by the window to read or embroider.
Rosey lived alone in the mountains for many years, and then found a chance to return to the castle. He had helped Prince Lanto a lot during the campaign, so the prince had to agree to let him return to the castle and continue to hold a small official position.
After living in the castle, Rosey could hardly leave her room. On the one hand, it was because the prince did not allow it, and on the other hand, he could hardly go out.
From the late stage of the battle, strange elements gradually invaded his body. This made him feel unexamined every day, and almost no day was spent without pain. The more alien elements invaded, the more blurred and confused his thinking became, but if he tried to block the influence with other spells, he would be tortured by distinct pain and weakness...
They made his strength fluctuate erratically, making him emaciated, insane... For a while, Rosy didn't even remember anything before the battle. The more mad he became, the more the prince dared not let him see people. At that time, he often talked wildly, and the prince was afraid that he would reveal the identity of the princess.
Prince Lanto has always wanted to get Rose away, but there has been no good charge. After all, Luo Sai was one of the heroes in the Battle of Luoyue Mountain, and his reputation for treating his comrades harshly was really not good.
Then Rousey went mad in public and cursed Tarina with ridiculous remarks, and the prince finally found a chance to drive him out of the city.
At that time, no one remembered the warlock's name.
Everyone laughed at his slovenly embarrassment and called him the Red Vulture.
After returning to the mountains, the changes in Rosey continued.
Those elements were like ghosts in his bones, they made him stronger, and they froze him to death. And he's becoming more and more dependent on that element... He's learning to take pleasure in it and let the pain diminish. Finally, he completely gave up fighting, and simply opened up his body and mind, allowing the elements from other worlds to embrace this skin.
Later, a miracle happened. The otherworldly elements reshaped him, brought his body back to his youthful appearance, and gave him a lot of new powers... He almost felt like he wasn't a warlock anymore, he was more like... more like his mentor Some kind of creature that was mentioned, a creature from purgatory...
By the way, his mentor is dead. During the Battle of Luoyue Mountain, Luo Sai saw the old warlock from the Western Desert again, but it was a pity that they were enemies at this time.
The old warlock died in the burning dust. He was right, he just had a little more experience in controlling power than Rosey, in fact Rosey was much stronger than him.
Although the strength has increased, Rosey's control over the elements of the alien world is not stable enough. When casting spells, he often couldn't control the fluctuations, which only added a burden to himself. This was the case just now. He was too weak, passed out in the alley, and then woke up in the familiar castle...
While Rosey was thinking about this, Norad kept chattering. While talking, he stuffed the teacup into Rosey's hand, held Rosey's hand to keep him warm, and tried to feed the shortbread into Rosey's mouth with his own hands... In Norad's view, this delicate and soft little Beauty seemed very downcast, absent-minded about whatever she heard. However, it seemed that the beauty was not disgusted by his touch, which made him elated, and he simply put his arms around Rosey's shoulders.
"Are you okay?" Norad pinched the shoulder of the red-haired beauty.
Rosey didn't hear what he said at all, but just stared at him blankly.
Norad looked back at the pair of clear big eyes intoxicatedly: "I mean, it's dangerous outside, you can stay with me first, okay? If you have family members, I can send someone to take them over together …”
Rosey shook her head: "I have no family... They are all dead. No one is with me."
"That would be great!" Norad blurted out, then hastily corrected, "Well, I didn't mean that... I mean, it's just unfortunate, and it's good that you met me in time. You stay here Come on, I will definitely protect you!"
Rosey's gaze was confused and vulnerable, like a bird whose feathers have been wet by a storm. Norad involuntarily moved closer, his cheeks were almost covered with the heat of Rosey's low-grade fever.
The prince's eldest son took Rousey's hand, and tentatively lowered his head to kiss him.
The warlock smiled imperceptibly, closed his eyes, and moved his lips towards it.