Yriel put one hand on Boris' shoulder and squeezed it hard. In the past, whenever he comforted students and servants with "You are my best man", he would always press their shoulders like this. There is a badge on the shoulders of the students and servants. He uses this badge to protect them from the attack of the experimental monsters. After he dies, the badge will become a death sentence, and the monsters he leaves will persist hunt down the survivors.
Burris had personally experienced the efficacy of the emblem, so this action of pressing his shoulders was not only unkind to him, but also a little disgusting.
He took a step back, avoiding the elf's hand: "Teacher, forget it, it's useless if you want the power of the Black Lake God Realm."
Yriel frowned: "It's useless? The power of God's Domain is unimaginable for ordinary people. How can it be useless?"
Burris said: "What I mean is that you don't have a clear goal, and you can't do any meaningful research. After you get power, you just want to torture and scare people a lot, attack towns one after another, and take down towns. In the end, you don't do anything, you don't even bother to collect taxes, you just like to kill people as you like, enjoy their awe and whatnot... Seriously, what's the point? A dragon wants to marry a princess after kidnapping her , you are not as constructive as the dragon in this respect."
Yriel snorted coldly: "It seems that you have forgotten my teachings. The pursuit of power is the meaning!"
Burris said: "Teacher, you have fallen into two fallacies. First, I have not forgotten your teachings, I have never agreed with such teachings; second, what you are after is not power, what you are after is bullying. Pleasure. Teacher, if you can go back in time, and you can go back to your childhood, I suggest you not choose to become a mage, you should hone your body, find a relatively closed small village, and go there to be a ruffian."
Yriel turned pale with anger, and Boris was a little worried that he would ruin Heisong's body with anger. Now neither of them can use spells to harm each other, but Yriel was eager to vent his anger, so he couldn't help but use the most basic way—raising his hand and slapping him.
The mage's movements are not many, and it is not difficult to dodge, but Burris is also a mage, so his evasion movements are not very dexterous. He stepped back sideways and accidentally bumped into the corner of the table. He rubbed his lower back, not minding the little pain. It was very pleasant for him to be talkative. He had accumulated a lot of grievances before he was twenty years old, and now they seem to be gradually relieved.
Yriel gritted his teeth: "Boris, you have really changed! You have become so hideous and glib... Who did you learn from?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang in the room, and a big hole was smashed into the wall of the study. Outside the cave are lumps of torn vampire vines, as well as a few fake furniture and shield guards made by illusion. Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, a tall and hideous figure walked into the study.
The Lord of Skeletons passed through many obstacles and finally returned to Burris. He changed back to his original form again, with smoldering fire in his eye sockets, half-open gray-black bat wings on his back, blood-colored ripples on his scales, and red light flashing in the gaps in the black corners, like darkly flowing lava.
He stood between the elf and Burris, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Of course he... learned from me!"
Boris poked his head out from behind him and patted his arm: "My lord, this is not a question that must be answered..."
The Lord of Skeletons took a few steps forward, and Yriel quickly backed away, all the way to the back of the bookshelf. He flinched in action, but his expression became more and more excited. He looked at the Skeleton Monarch with wide eyes, and said excitedly: "Ojeta introduced you to me, it's an honor to meet you!"
"What did you do to Odette..." the joints of Maharaja's hands cracked, and the fire in his eyes shrank into a small and bright point.
Yriel floated up slowly again, and sat on the top of the bookshelf. Burris slandered: The teacher sat on the cabinet when he was hiding from the dog, but he still sat on the cabinet when he was hiding from the demigod.
"It's not just Odette," said Yriel, "but Odiria, and Siegfried... They are all my guests. And, of course, this elf mage."
As he said that, he raised his right hand and looked at Burris: "My student, please appease your ally, sir, and let him not act aggressively, and listen to me carefully. Otherwise..."
click. There was a very small sound in the air, like the sound of flowers and plants being broken. The little finger of the elf's right hand tilted to the outside of the palm, hanging down at a very unnatural angle.
Yriel showed the elf's right hand and moved his head: "Student, you should be very familiar with the way of manipulating puppets, right? Now I control this body in the same way. I can break this child's fingers and cut his vocal cords at any time... Anyway, I can communicate with you through teleportation. I can disable him forever so he can never be a mage again, or I can smash his neck bone and give him a good time. No matter what I want to do, I don't need to do it ’, the muscles and bones of this body will act of their own accord, and it will happen quickly. So, do not act rashly, the fate of this elf depends on you.”
The Majesty's IQ seemed to be a little erratic, and he might not have understood what Yriel meant for a moment. He still wanted to go forward, but Boris held his arm tightly and shook his head seriously.
Yriel smiled with satisfaction: "Very good. My student, and respected demigod, listen to me now. I learned from Odette that his master needs to find the thinnest part of the plane, and he wants to find the black Lake, become a true god... So I decided to help him. I continued the subject left before my graduate studies, worked hard with Odette for many years, and finally opened up a man-made thin point on the former site of the White Tower."
Boris remembered that people used to think that Yriel was trying to connect to another world. Everyone thought that he wanted to call back Purgatory, but that was not the case. Purgatory was cut too far away, he couldn't find it, and even if he found it, he would only ask for trouble. What he wanted was the power of the Black Lake, the power of the undead creatures in the void.
Yriel said: "So, here I am, and I'm here to discuss business with you. I can help the demigod become a true god. Through this process, I can also use my own method to extract the power in the Black Lake. After success, I not only He can reshape his body and realize his own ambitions, and the demigod can inherit Heihu and become the only god in this world."
He stretched out the elf's wounded hand to the Maharaja, and made an inviting gesture: "My lord, I heard that Boris found the Swamp of the Dead and lifted the curse on you? That's good, my student released You, and I can help you get the power of the true god, both of us, teachers and students, are your loyal allies."
The Lord of Skeletons looked at Boris beside him, then at the elf on the top of the cabinet, shook his head, sighed, and changed from his original form back to a human form. His human form was still tall and majestic, but now his clothes are ragged and his hair is disheveled. There is really no demigod in this scruffy appearance.
He asked Yriel: "You mean, in the process of helping me become a true god, you can also use some kind of spell to extract a lot of power. You and I can win a win-win situation, right? How do you specifically want to do it?"
Yriel said: "Yes, that's exactly what I proposed. As for how to obtain the power in the Black Lake, I have my own way. Every mage has some secret knowledge that belongs only to him."
He thought for a while and added: "You can trust me. I can't follow you into the Black Lake, so you must be the one who will become a true god. After becoming a god, you will still be afraid of me, an ordinary necromancer. ?"
"No, it's not a question of believing you or not." As he spoke, Lot put his arms around Burris and leaned against him very leisurely, "The problem now is... I don't really want to be a god anymore. Ojie The intelligence of Ta and Ogilia lags behind, they only know what I thought before, but they don’t know how happy I am now. Now I feel that inheriting the Black Lake is very troublesome, and I don’t really want to go.”
Yriel frowned: "My lord, this is not what you have in mind. Inheriting the Black Lake is your long-cherished wish, and it can even be said to be your instinctive desire. My soul has been deeply integrated with Odette, so I know you quite well. .”
Lott shrugged: "Yes, this desire is really difficult to resist, but... But I am so happy now, I am too lazy to pursue other things! You see, I can buy whatever I want, eat whatever I want You can eat whatever you want, and Burris can take me wherever you want. I attend the royal ball and live in a big house that is warm in winter and cool in summer. Just lie in bed and watch porn... I mean, read interesting novels. Burris gave me such a good day, and I've decided to indulge in it, black lake or something, let it go... oh, you Don’t say I will regret it, even if I do regret it, it doesn’t matter, if I regret it after a hundred years, I will start looking for the Black Lake again. Anyway, the Black Lake is there, and it can’t escape.”
Not only Yriel was dumbfounded, but even Boris was shocked. He didn't show it, and silently pretended that Lot's attitude was commonplace.
Yriel spread his hands, drawing a white curtain of illusion in the air. He said with a sullen face: "My lord, I have prepared everything for you, just waiting for your participation. If you don't cooperate, Odette, Odile and Siegfried will continue to suffer... "
Following his words, many mottled colors emerged on the white screen, and the colors slowly gathered together to form a clear picture.
A spindle-shaped black spot lay on the sky. It is denser than the clouds, darker than the shadows, the moon is exactly in the position covered by it, and the light of nearby stars is also swallowed and distorted by it.
The angle of view in the picture is viewed from the ground. At first, there is only the night sky and black spots in the field of vision. After a while, a silver shadow flies across the corner of the picture. It is difficult for mortal eyes to capture such a quick moment, but Lott can see clearly: what flashed just now was a wing scale of a silver dragon.
What they saw was exactly what Odette saw. The silver dragon lay on the scorched black ground, and raised his neck with difficulty. There was a mist all around him, and the dense runes and magic circle intertwined and connected in the thick fog, just like the internal structure of a clock tower. Odette could only raise his head, but he couldn't turn over and take off, because there were three huge black icicles stuck on his body, two of them were nailed into his wings, and the other pierced from his lower abdomen, melting into the ground. Together, black and red icicles condensed on his silver-white body.
Someone was walking slowly in the mist, as if patrolling. Among them are young elves, human girls, immature children, hunched old women... Occasionally, there will be one or two halflings and even gray mountain elves. They were all dressed in white, with expressionless faces. Occasionally, some of them stopped, froze for a moment, and then continued walking.
The faces of the men in white that Lotter and Burris saw were slightly different. They both saw different images and repeated faces. These "people" are all Odette, and Odette's transformation method is very special: he can be transformed into an indefinite number of humanoid creatures, which can be one, three or five, ten or even more , all his incarnations have the same consciousness, the same soul. The more avatars there are, the more fixed each image is in others' eyes; the fewer avatars, the more others will see different images of that person.
Now the "Odettes" are not only Odettes, but in a sense, they are also Yriel. Yriel had found Odette who was still sleeping a long time ago, he imprisoned him, slowly eroded him, first infiltrated him with venom-like magic, and then parasitized his soul on it.
At this moment, Yriel's main consciousness is on the black pine, but he can affect other parasites from afar. Under his instruction, all "Ojtas" looked at Silver Dragon. They raised their right hands neatly, dispelling part of the mist near the silver dragon.
After the mist cleared, the eyes of the silver dragon saw Siegfried and Odile. Siegfried was lying on the left side of the dragon, his eyes were tightly closed, and a painful whimper was rolling in his throat. His wings were also nailed to the ground by black icicles, and the purgatory elements in his body were continuously overflowing; Odile curled up in the On the right side of the dragon, the right ankle was pinned by a small ice pick. She opened her eyes, her eyes were pale, and the power of the dead spirit was around her, strong and weak, far and near, like a group of soldiers waiting to be dispatched .
The picture suddenly cut off. Yriel lowered the illusion white curtain and spread it on the floor in front of Burris and Lot.
A preset magic circle emerged on the white screen, and Boris saw the coordinates in it: it leads to the northern frost plain, and its location is on the ruins of the White Tower.
Yriel threateningly swiped his finger across the elf's eyes, throat, and chest... Then he pointed to the magic circle on the ground: "This is the red carpet for admission. Two guests, you can just stand in."