In the middle of the night, the prince's eldest son, Norad, was reading the paperwork. A maid appeared in front of the door with light footsteps. Just as she was about to say something, Norad raised her head nervously: "Why are you here? Could it be..."
The maid bowed: "Yes, Your Highness. The guest is awake. You told me that if he wakes up, you will be notified immediately."
Norad immediately got up and followed the maid through the corridors. On the way, he kept asking about the recent situation of the "guests", and the maid answered them one by one in a low voice. Norad's face flushed and his eyes lit up when he heard it. The beating heartbeat almost covered the maid's voice.
They turned around in the mansion with a complex structure, and came to a deep passage. There were two guards standing in front of the double doors at the end of the passage, including a local army mage. The guards saluted Norad silently and opened the door for him.
Norad told the guards not to enter the house no matter what they heard later. After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to rush in, and went straight into the inner suite.
He stopped in front of the four-poster bed with dark red curtains, tidied up his appearance, took a breath, walked forward with a smile on his face, and slowly lifted the bed curtain...
The red-haired beauty half-closed her eyes, lying on the feather cushion and silk products, her long hair was spread on the champagne-colored pillow, like a soft and gorgeous morning glow, her slender wrists were placed outside the duvet, and her thin and hard lines were sunken in. In the soft fabric, it makes people feel sour and sweet...
"You are finally back." Norad sat by the bed.
Warlock Rose Green opened his eyes weakly: "Why are you? I want to see Prince Lanto..."
Norad picked up a strand of his hair and put it near his mouth: "You fell in the wilderness, and it was my caravan who found you. They all knew that I was looking for a young man with red hair, so they sent you away in time. Sent it to me... If they hand you over to my father, he will not let you go easily. What awaits you will be a dark prison, not this comfortable and warm bed... "
"Fuck you, stop flirting with me!" Rosie said through gritted teeth, "I have business to discuss! Take me to see Prince Lanto!"
Norad's face sank: "Rosey... do you really love my father so deeply? Can't I?"
As he said that, he leaned forward, put his hands beside the red vulture, and covered the thin warlock under himself: "You should give up your heart, you will never see him again! Even if you see him, you will never see him." What do you want to do? Are you going to try to win his favor? It won't work, he never loved you! By the way, this is my private mansion. I'm very rich, so the house is very big, you can't run out!"
Norad said as he grabbed the warlock's wrists and pressed them against the sides of the pillow. "Have you noticed? Both of your hands are wearing delicate silver bracelets..." He gently rubbed the skin in contact with the chains with his thumbs, "Do you still remember the special shackles that the mage gave us, it can make you Unable to cast spells... In the past, I let you go in a moment of confusion, and you threw the shackles on the mountain. Later, I asked someone to make the shackles into a bracelet. In this way, I can keep you without binding your beautiful hands. By my side…”
Rousey scolded, "Damn it, I'm your uncle!"
"So what? You were the one who seduced me first!" Norad pulled Warlock's wrists over his head with one hand, bent down, and put his other hand into his close-fitting shirt.
"Are you mentally handicapped?" Red Vulture struggled, "I really have something to talk about! Otherwise, I won't go back to this ghostly place! Listen, call your father, and then contact the Master Master who lives in the south Rhys Gershaw... I don't have any griffin feathers in my hand, so I can't send him a direct message... You listen to me! This is very important! Something happened on the Frostfields, and it took me a lot to escape! Shiva The countries around the river won't believe me, so I can only hope in Prince Lanto... Little bastard! Stop it! Get your rotten paws off!"
Norad raised his head, showing a very deliberate evil smile: "What if I don't miss it?"
Warlock looked at him indifferently: "I want you to get out of bed immediately, find me a decent set of clothes including trousers, and then you can go to your father quickly, or take me there. Otherwise, I will First burn off your hair, then burn off the hair underneath you, and finally even your lifeblood will be burned to pieces and thrown into the latrine!"
Rosey was born in the countryside and forests, and he doesn't speak very elegantly when he is angry. Norad was shocked for a while, feeling that he could not be subdued. He brewed for a while and made a tough expression: "Don't be afraid, I am a gentle lover. But the premise of being gentle is that you don't play with fire..."
"Oh, I'll show you." Rousey raised the corners of her lips.
Norad smelled a faint burning smell, and then his back felt a burning pain. The braids on the back of his head started to burn from the end, and it was spreading to the top of his head! He screamed and jumped off the bed, rolled around on the floor, grabbed the step blanket and wrapped it around his head, and then flopped on his back like a turtle that couldn't turn over...
The fire in his hair was put out somehow, and then his trousers caught fire again. The fire was not big, and it seemed like a small punishment, but the location of the fire was really important.
Norad slapped himself between his legs, hissing as he slapped: "I was wrong! Don't burn it! I'm sorry! Uncle! I was wrong! I'm going to report to you!"
The red vulture sneered, made a grasping gesture with both hands, and extinguished the flames on his nephew: "I heard that you stayed in the mage's school for a while? It seems that their school is not very good. As your uncle, I To teach you something, if you grind the handcuffs that inhibit casting into something else, the spell material in the metal will lose its effect, and the anti-magic effect will be gone. Thank you for sending me the bracelets, they have nothing but good looks There are other uses."
Norad curled up on the ground in despair, turned his back and checked the key parts. The Red Vulture urged: "Don't look, I didn't really hurt you. Go to Prince Lanto and tell him that something happened to Frostfield, and then tell him that I need to contact Boris Gershaw, and he will realize the matter importance."
Norad nodded desperately, and ran out while fastening his pants. The guards at the door looked at each other, wondering what kind of tricks the master played with the warlock, and it ended so quickly and in such a mess...
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Boris and Lot returned to the tower and appeared in the new magic circle drawn when they left. The magic circle was glowing red, which meant that all the magic in the tower had been seriously disturbed.
Lott opened the door and was taken aback. A brick wall appeared outside the door, blocking the door tightly.
Burris approached the brick wall and touched it: "It's an illusion. Let's just walk out."
Lott was still worried, he didn't let Burris go first, and he had to try it himself before he was relieved to ask Burris to come out.
Not only this room, but the structure inside the tower has completely changed now. Walls appear where the stairs should be, wooden doors appear where there should be corners, the spiral stairs are twisted to an angle that makes it impossible to walk, and floating discs are floating around. Less than the correct stop.
"Some are illusions, some are not," Boris judged, "My lord, do you remember the facilities in the tower clearly?"
Lott shook his head: "I don't know if I remember clearly..."
"In short, I can be sure that all the things that existed in the tower but are now in a disordered position are all illusions. For example, floating discs—" Boris stepped into the air without falling, and he still successfully stepped on the predetermined space. Put it on the floating dish, "It hasn't changed its position, it's still here. And the wall over there, it hasn't changed its position, it just looks like it has changed. If you still remember the original structure in the tower, press If you walk in the original way, there should be no mistakes."
"That's fine. So which ones aren't illusions?"
Burris pointed to a door on a high place: "There is no door made of maple in my tower. Things like this that blend into the environment but have never appeared before should be made with some kind of transformation spell. But , the distance is too far, I can't observe carefully..."
Lott said, "Then I'll take it down and give it to you." Then, he spread out his useless wings and slowly floated towards the high door.
"Be careful!" Burris shouted from below.
"Don't worry, I'm immune to most magic, even if it burns, it won't hurt me."
Lotter floated to the door and grabbed the handle. He wanted to open the door first, and then tear the whole door down with brute force. The door opened inwards, and while opening the door, he also leaned half of his body inwards. At this moment, another door that opened outwards appeared out of nowhere, pushing Lott into the inward opening door at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. , and then close tightly with a bang.
Burris's reaction was fast enough. At the same time as the door closed, he released a ray, which tore through the door and the wall, but there was no sign of Lotter inside.
Both doors are false, but the wall is real. Frustrated, Burriston actually tore a hole out of the tower himself in desperation.
But thanks to this destructive ray, even without close observation, he could clearly see the composition of the false door—a cluster of vampiric vines.
The blood-sucking vine comes from alienism, necrology, and illusionism, and it can be regarded as a product of interdisciplinary research between schools. Its most well-known feature is entanglement and life absorption, and another feature is that it can tangle into groups to form the shape of a specific object.
For example, a mage can summon blood-sucking vines in a banquet hall, disguise them as a large carpet, and make them appear in someone's bedroom, shaped like a wardrobe. After the shaping is completed, the mage "sticks" a simple color-changing spell on its exterior. It has a clear entity, it is not an ordinary illusion, and it is not easy to be detected by simple detection methods. It can lurk in unexpected places, waiting for the victim to approach without knowing it.
Now there are not only ordinary illusions in the tower, but also blood-sucking vines, as well as random portals that distort space. Fortunately, Lott has a special constitution, so his life will not be absorbed. In the past, Boris had done many experiments on his magic immunity, so he knew it well.
However, Lott was not unaffected. He is immune to "magic damage", but not to "physical consequences of magic", he can be teleported, he can grasp magical creations, and if arcane lightning strikes him and a mountain, he will not be damaged by lightning, but There is a possibility of being hit by a cracked rock...
That is to say, although the vampire vines cannot hunt him, they can restrict his movements through means such as isolation or entanglement, and may even cause certain physical damage to him.
Burris recalled the scene of the Maharaja tearing up the corpse with his hands... Thinking about it this way, there should be no need to worry too much. The vampire vine is not strong. If Lott can tear the corpse with his bare hands, he can also tear it with his bare hands.
As for the random portal, this thing is improved from the semi-finished product of the teleportation circle. It can only be connected to a nearby place and will not take the target too far away. I don't know which corner of the tower Lott was teleported to, and how long it would take to tear things all the way back...
With a sullen face, Burris moved the floating disc downward.
He passed through a dozen or so illusion walls, and removed seven or eight vampire vines to disguise the furniture. When he approached the middle and lower floors of the tower, he heard Earl Herolf's ferocious growl.
He prepared a few offensive spells, stepped into the corridor, and followed the sound. The barking sound came from a library. When Boris walked in, he saw the bookshelves were crumbling and books were scattered all over the floor. Earl Herolf was trapped in the corner by the force field ball and was frantically scratching and biting the transparent shield.
Burris followed the dog's line of sight and saw the black pine sitting on top of an unfallen bookshelf.
"You are not black pine." Burris looked at it.
The elf raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of chills: "Yes, I am not Black Pine, and you are not 'Korev' either. Long time no see, my student."