The elf on the bookshelf looked at Burris carefully, and asked, "When did you see it?"
"I'm not careful enough, I just found out." Burris replied, and asked him, "Why are you sitting on the top of the bookshelf?"
The elf ignored his question and continued to ask: "Boris, you...you should be at least seventy or eighty years old now? How do you maintain your youthful state? This is not an illusion, nor is it a simple transformation..."
Burris asked very persistently: "Why are you sitting on the top of the bookshelf?"
The elf narrowed his eyes in displeasure: "I know, you have found an amazing ally, is this young body thanks to him?"
"Why are you sitting on top of the bookshelf?"
"Where is your ally now? Is he not with you?"
"Are you sitting on the bookshelf because you are afraid of dogs?" Burris looked towards the corner of the room, and the cat's snort came from the dark crevice among the clutter. "Or, are you also afraid of cats? I remember when you There aren't any critters in the tower... why on earth are you sitting on top of the bookshelf?"
The elf became obviously impatient: "Boris! Do you know who you are talking to?"
"I know. It's been a long time, Mr. Yriel." Boris bowed to the elf, "Then why are you sitting on the top of the bookshelf?"
He learned this way of chatting from the Skeleton Monarch. It's really good to talk like this, it will make you very confident and have the pleasure of manipulating the other person's emotions. People really want to live and learn.
Black Pine's body has been taken by another mage. Necromancer Yriel stared angrily at Boris through the elf's almond eyes, but Boris looked at him indifferently, pretending to be innocent.
Yriel snorted coldly and couldn't help but jumped off the bookshelf. When he slowly floated to the ground, Boris made a gesture, and the force field ball in the corner was instantly dispelled, and Earl Herolf barked and rushed towards Yriel. Yriel turned pale in shock, made a gesture in time, and quickly floated back to the top of the bookshelf before he could stand still.
Earl Herolf stood between Burris and the bookshelf, with a whimpering voice rolling in his throat, staring at the "black pine" tightly all over his body.
Boris patted it on the head, pulled its collar and pointed to the corner of the room. Count Herolf was a little puzzled, but he still obeyed the order.
It put away its hostility, ran to the debris pile and dug out two cats. The resurrected corpse cat jumped on its back, and the construct cat was caught by it on the back of the neck. It trotted away from the room with the two cats, and ran away. Before that, he looked back at Boris worriedly.
Boris looked at the elves: "Come down, they are gone."
Yriel wanted to get down, moved his body and then stopped, probably because he felt too obedient and a bit embarrassing to come down now. He raised his chin and squinted at the students under the bookshelf: "Boris, you have changed. You are much calmer than before, I am very relieved."
Burris sighed: "In the past, you always spoke directly to me and never paid attention to your words... What's wrong with you now? Why do you speak to me like this? You didn't praise me for being calm, nor did you feel relieved, what you actually meant was, 'Bo Reese, why aren't you scared of me at all?' Right?"
Yriel kept a cold face and didn't answer. Burris said: "Because I don't have to be afraid. You can't even hurt the dog in my tower, you can only use the force field to hold it... Why should I be afraid of you?"
These words obviously hit Yriel, the emotions in his eyes were changing rapidly, and it took him a while to try to calm down, and said: "You used the 'Guard Chain'."
"Yes," Boris said, "and it's my improved version. Under my preset protection spells, everything in the tower is equally protected. If outsiders try to attack any creature or object in it, it will be like Attack the entire protection system of the tower. Teacher, I have to point out...you cannot destroy the protection I have set up."
"Are you sure?" Eliel asked.
"I'm pretty sure, because I kind of know you... If you could, you'd have destroyed the tower beyond recognition. You'd just tear down my golem, kill every living creature, and even purposely let They died very badly, and you have to bring their dead bodies to me... Now, you can only shut down my golems, but you can't hurt them at all. Come down, you used illusion, vampire vine mimicry and random portals to create a lot of ostentation, but you couldn't enter the upper level of the tower yourself... "
Yriel interrupted him: "Boris Gershaw, don't you wonder how I got back?"
"Not curious," Burris said. "If you want to say it, please say it. If you don't want to say it, I can investigate it myself in the future."
Evidently, Yriel wanted to speak. He completely ignored Boris' last sentence, and looked into the distance with deep eyes: "You should be very clear that it is not easy to completely kill a powerful necromancer. Some people must have questioned back then, why did Frostfield Master Yriel died so thoroughly?"
Having said that, he stopped to look at Boris, Boris just stood quietly, and didn't have any intention of answering, so Yriel had to continue by himself: "Actually, I have prepared for a long time, I have countless possibilities that can be used in the nick of time." Life-saving spells... But, when the knights killed me, I gave up my chances of life. Do you know why?"
Burris still didn't speak this time. Yriel hurriedly continued: "Because... I have something better hidden! He is my most precious collection! I deliberately kept a hand to prevent any of you from knowing his existence. I have been spending money on him. My painstaking efforts, and I have already succeeded in completely controlling him... With him, death will become my new life, my soul will not dissipate, but will be guided to him along the arranged spells, and become one with his power One body. This is like corroding a living corpse with a potion, but this 'potion' is my soul."
Burris finally spoke: "I really don't know the existence of that collection...he...should be a living thing?"
"Oh? How do you know?"
Because I just read something he wrote... Burris sighed, "He's a silver dragon."
"You know quite a lot." Yriel nodded and smiled as if appreciating a student in class, "Yes, one of his appearances is a silver dragon, and he is more divine than a real dragon. He is 'the only miracle in the world' '."
Boris asked: "Has he been sleeping in the frost all the time?"
Yriel said: "Not only. He has been sleeping under the White Tower. Many mages said that my White Tower appeared overnight. This is not a rumor, it is true. Because I borrowed the power of that miracle."
When the White Tower appeared, Boris didn't know Yriel, and he was still working with the apothecary. He heard that Yriel, like other necromancers, was squeezed out to the north of the Khiva River. Other necromancers could only survive with difficulty, but Yriel became stronger day by day. After a while, Yriel used powerful magic Conquered the natives of the Frostlands, and made other necromancers bow their heads... By the time Boris entered the White Tower, Yriel was already the feared ruler of the Frostlands.
Most of the necromancers in the Frostfields came earlier and were older than Yriel. Looking back now, it seems that Yriel was less than fifty years old when he died. He rose very fast and fell very fast...
A thought suddenly flashed in Burris' mind: "You...you knew Odette was there from the beginning?"
Yriel nodded. He stretched out his left hand and rolled up his cuffs. The elf's arm was white and slender, and there were faint traces of the washed-off tattoo on it. He pointed to Bai Bai's elbow and asked, "Do you still remember that once I needed to draw my own blood, and I asked you to help me..."
In fact, Boris didn't remember much at first, but today he remembered. He had once seen a distinct tattoo on the inside of Yriel himself on the inside of his left arm: tearful eyes embedded in the shape of a full moon, surrounded by a fence of prickly thorns...
"The holy emblem of the Guardian of the Black Lake..." Boris looked at the mage on the bookshelf in surprise, "Are you the priest of the Guardian of the Black Lake? Did you intend to go to Frostfield to find Odette?"
The student's expression made Yriel very satisfied: "Yes. But I'm not a very pious one. Before I found Odette, I had almost given up on all of this... Anyway, the Priest of the Black Lake has no magic at all, no power What's the point of faith? Later I found out that I was wrong, and all this made sense! It was the clues left by my blood relatives that led me to find the 'miracle'! Fortunately, I didn't give up halfway, otherwise I wouldn't be able to use those powers. "
Burris sighed deeply: "Teacher, do you know that the body you are using now belongs to my students."
"Of course I know," Yriel said, "I can manipulate more than him. If you want to destroy me by killing him, it is completely impossible. I will leave his body and go back elsewhere..."
Boris shook his head: "No, I didn't intend to kill him, don't use your thinking to speculate on me... I just want to say, if what you said just now is heard by this elf student, what do you think he will think? you?"
Yriel raised his eyebrows: "This student's name is Black Pine Norhivale, from the Sea of Elf Trees. I have read his memory, and he is very interested in the legend I left behind."
Burris said: "You don't know him. If he had listened to what you just said, he would have said, 'What's the difference between being a legendary mage who relies on the power of some 'miracle', and illiterate warlocks who rely on their natural blood'." "
Yriel glared at Burris, and jumped off the bookshelf again. Boris secretly sighed, you are so angry when I mention a warlock, why do you all discriminate against warlocks so much...
Black Pine was taller than the twenty-year-old Boris, and Yriel was very satisfied. Standing opposite him, he could still look down on the former students. He paced slowly in front of Burris, squinting his eyes and threatening: "After so many years, have you forgotten the fate of angering me?"
Burris said, "Master, I haven't forgotten. I'm just... not afraid of you anymore."
After all, you can't even kill the dog in my tower. That last line was a little too much, and Burris took it to heart with good breeding.
Yriel smiled contemptuously: "Really? If you are really sure of defeating me, why have you been playing tricks instead of trying to subdue me?"
Burris clenched his hands tightly and then slowly loosened them.
When he dismissed the force field just now, he was ready to sneak attack Yriel, but he didn't do it. He was calm on the surface, but in fact he already felt that something was wrong.
He said calmly: "It's the roasted dragon tooth wood powder..."
Dragon Tooth Wood grows in the Gem Forest area. It cannot be used as wood, has no ornamental value, cannot be used as medicine, and will kill other plants and destroy the normal forest ecology... It can be said that it is a plant without any advantages. Its only purpose is to poison arcane spellcasters.
The broiled products of dragon tooth wood are colorless and odorless, and cannot be identified by poison detection spells. It has no effect on ordinary people, but if a wizard or sorcerer consumes it, their body becomes poisoned—gradually losing the ability to conjure magic.
The onset time and duration of the poison are related to the dosage. Skilled pharmacists can design the dose and accurately predict the time of poisoning. Before it takes effect, everything on the poisoned person is normal, and no abnormalities can be noticed; after it takes effect, the poisoned person can still use magic items and dispel relatively simple spells, but cannot arouse any magical fluctuations.
Fortunately, symptoms of poisoning are not permanent. The poison of the dragon tooth wood burn will gradually wear off after a few days, at which time the caster can recover as before. Even so, not being able to cast spells for a few days is enough to put them in a bind. If someone counts the time and assassinates the caster while the poison is in effect, they will be helpless.
Twenty-four years ago, the Arcane Federation held a secret meeting. After the meeting, a team of battle mages sneaked into the gem forest and destroyed all the existing dragon tooth wood. The document allowing the action bears the signature of the chairman of the joint chairman, who was Burris at that time. The mages and warlocks unanimously supported this decision, and it was the common wish of arcane spellcasters to destroy the dragon tooth wood.
Now it seems that there are probably some finished medicines left in the northern frost plain. These fish that escaped the net have been kept somewhere by Yriel, and no one has ever found them.
Yriel admired the way the student frowned: "It seems that you understand... Is the black pine milk tea delicious?"
"The black pine was still the black pine," Burris said, "and I could sense that the person I was talking to...wasn't you."
"It's really not me." The elf put his hand on his chest, "The black pine is still here. Sometimes I will let him out and let him communicate with you with the most authentic side. Anyway, he can't remember what I did before. "
Burris said: "But I am still protected by the continuous protection on the tower. I can't hurt you, and you can't hurt me. Don't you want us to take a hardcover book and fight hand-to-hand like a street fight Win or lose?"
"of course not."
"So, what exactly is your request?"
"I'm here to discuss business with you," Yriel said. "When discussing business, of course you must first ensure your own safety. After all, you are a scheming student."
"What do you want to talk about?" Burris asked.
The elf slowly approached Burris, showing a happy smile similar to Heisong: "Do you want the power in the Black Lake God's Domain? We can share it."