Lot was silent for a while, and said, "Alright. Since you insist on inviting me, I have no choice but to take a hard trip to the Black Lake."
He walked into the circle, and stretched out his arms to stop Burris, who wanted to follow in. "It's useless for you to follow," he said, "You don't need this matter, and you can't help."
Before Boris could speak, Yriel said first: "No, I need Boris Gershaw. I am eager to cooperate with Lord Demigod, and I welcome the former traitors back to the tower."
In fact, Lott was right. This matter did not require Boris to participate, but Boris knew that he had to go. He knew Yriel very well, and Yriel must very much want him to return to the White Tower, and his bewilderment or panic would be a great pleasure for Yriel.
"Okay, I haven't been to Frostfield for a long time," Boris looked at Yriel, "Before that, I hope you can promise me one thing... If you don't want to waste time arguing with us."
Yriel said: "I know what you want to say, you want me to let this elf go."
"He's really useless to you."
"I'll leave him," Yriel said, "this elf wasn't on my guest list. At first I thought he was useless and ugly, so I might as well just kill him... Then I thought, Odette's The incarnation is not suitable for publicity, it is better to use his body to walk out. Don't worry, I will definitely leave this body after I see you teleport away with my own eyes. Now I am a soul, as long as I abandon this body, I can instantly Back to the White Tower, I don't need to take the teleportation array, and I don't need to use the body of the elf to trek again."
Seeing Burris' eyes, he added: "If you don't believe me...then you have no other choice, right?"
According to Burris' knowledge of the teacher, Yriel's explanation is quite credible. He must have been more concerned with the actions of the demigods and Burris than with the insignificant elves. Once Lot teleported away, Yriel would definitely abandon his body and return to the White Tower, and he would not waste any time here.
Lott also reached out to stop Burris, unwilling to let him follow. Boris put his hand on Lott's arm. Lott's original intention was to stop him, but Boris walked into the circle as if invited.
He remembered the ball in the capital, Lott learned to dance on the spot, and invited him to dance with him at the last song at midnight. He walked awkwardly onto the dance floor, looking like he was being forced, but he knew he had to.
The magic circle started. The speed of the large teleportation array is slow, and it takes about a few blinks of an eye. During this short period of time, Yriel's sight completely left them.
Burris quickly took off the carnelian ring and held it tightly in his palm.
When his feet stepped on the ground again, he and Lott stood on the scorched black stone terrace, behind them was a distorted black tower, and in front of them was the endless snowfield.
The ring in Burris' hand was gone. It fell from the terrace down the tower, onto the long stone steps. Wisps of red drifted away from the broken gems and merged into the cold wind.
Frostfield is like winter all year round, and this year's severe cold came especially early. Boris was freezing cold, but he couldn't cast a spell to stabilize his body temperature. While he was in a trance, he suddenly gained weight. Lott took off his traveling cloak and wrapped him tightly.
This cloak can only withstand the cold of autumn nights, and in the northern frost plains, it doesn't make much difference whether you wear it or not. Burris tightened his cloak, and his palms seemed to feel a little warmer.
Lott was still wearing tattered home clothes, with rags and threads fluttering in the wind, and many parts of his body were directly exposed, but he remained calm and didn't mind the cold wind like a knife at all. He made no secret of his excitement: "I never thought that at such a tense moment, I would have another wish come true!"
"What?"
"This is it, take off your clothes and wear them for you!"
Burris admired him very much. He couldn't forget the romance novel under any circumstances.
There was a light cough from inside the tower. Boris looked along the sound, and there was a boy in white standing in the shadow of the balcony door frame. This is one of Odette's avatars and one of Yriel's vessels.
The boy made an inviting gesture and led Burris and Lot into the tower. The former White Tower is now as black as scorched earth, not only the exterior, but also the inside of the tower is dilapidated and dirty. Now Yriel is no longer a living person, he does not need to decorate his residence, nor does he need any daily necessities.
Burris remembered that the terrace just now was a execution ground. Its position is not high, and the guardrails are widely spaced. People under the tower can clearly see what happened on the terrace. Yriel used to execute slaves here, and sometimes he would hang the corpse under the balcony, and everyone who visited the White Tower had to walk under it, and after the corpse hung for a while, the apprentices had to go and get it back At that time, Burris was often responsible for recovering corpses, and a mage a few years older than him was responsible for cleaning the dirt.
Today, the boy in white led him back to the old road, passing through the small room, and then entering the large meeting hall from the spiral steps. The lights in the tower were dim, and there was only a small ball of light at a long distance. Through the dim light, Boris saw many human-shaped objects standing in the chamber, and each of them had a faint reflection of metallic luster... He guessed, Perhaps they were Yriel's metal shield guards.
After approaching, Burris suffocated, and Lott noticed his strangeness, and quickly reached out to wrap his shoulders.
The "people" in the chamber are not shield guards, they are all evoked corpses. It is not surprising that necromancers use corpses as bodyguards, but these corpses are unusual. They hold long swords or hammers, wear black full-body armor, and have a holy emblem composed of a crescent moon and spiked orchids painted on their chests... They used to be The Templar Knights of Otarot.
They died in a region that was severely cold all year round, and their bones were not fully skeletalized decades after their death. Bright blue flames were burning in their eye sockets, their flesh deformed and collapsed, their bone spurs grew wildly, and there was no blood in their blood vessels, replaced by black casting liquid... This is the characteristic of puppet knights. Now they belong to Yriel and will protect them He spared no expense.
The knights lined up neatly as before, with their heads held high. There was a big man at the end of the team, a circle larger than the other knights. His armor was split from the front, and there was also a hole in the back. A huge piercing wound took his life.
Burris recognized him. His name is Poro. He and the leader of the detachment escorted Boris to the south bank of the Khiva River, and he died in the attack of the cold night owl.
The detachment commander is also here. He stood at the end of the burning table, holding the longaxe. His sword pierced into Han Yexiao's wing, and he couldn't get it back. His armor was incomplete, his body was torn diagonally, and after Yriel aroused him, he used magic to glue him together.
Lott had been standing beside Burris, clasping his shoulders tightly with one hand, for fear that he would collapse and faint. Boris said to him softly that it was okay, but he could clearly see that Boris' face was much paler than before.
Lot looked at Yriel: "We're not here to appreciate this, where are Odette and the others?"
"Don't worry." The boy in white spoke for the first time. His voice was that of Odette. He could be male or female, not old or not, and he had all the characteristics without any characteristics. "The three of them are your creations. , is also the 'anchor' you need to return to this world. When you return from the Black Lake, you can free the three of them yourself."
Lott took a step towards the boy in white. At this moment, all the puppet knights turned to him and showed their weapons to him. Boris took Lott's arm, shook his head slightly, and told him that there was no need to waste energy.
The boy in white folded his hands and bowed his body: "Master demigod, you are familiar with Odette's power, so you should know that this body is just one of his incarnations, I can leave it at any time, killing it will not hurt me Odette is making the final preparations, and when everything is ready, the entrance to the Black Lake will naturally be open to you."
After speaking, he looked at Burris. At first, Boris stared at the puppet knights, but now he turned his eyes away and kept staring out the window.
Yriel smiled and said, "My student, what's the matter? Don't you dare to look at these corpses? You are also a necromancer yourself, why are you afraid of puppet knights?"
Burris still looked outside: "I've seen everything I should see."
"How about it, do you feel nostalgic?"
"I am relieved."
"What?"
Burris said: "From their appearance, I can infer the time of your casting, and then I can infer how long you woke up after death. My conclusion is that you stopped for a long time after death. During this period You've been corrupting Odette before, and it's been almost a year or so since you came back into the world... so I'm relieved you didn't have time to hurt more people."
While speaking, Burris kept looking out of the tower. There is a large floor-to-ceiling window in the large conference hall, which is usually brown and can be completely transparent when needed. Burris' love for large windows was inspired by it.
Now the glass on the window has long been shattered, leaving only the black iron frame, and the cold wind keeps pouring in, sometimes blinding people's eyes.
Yriel tilted his head in doubt: "What are you looking at?"
Still looking outside, Burris said softly, "Teacher, do you want to live again? Just like me."
Yriel spread his hands: "I have been reborn."
"No, I mean, live it all over again," Burris said. "Go and see south of the Khiva, and see Shandonia and Olde more than sixty years later. If you want, I will Pick one of the best preserved corpses for your use, and you are sure to make it as dexterous as a living person. You can continue to be a mage, and you can borrow the libraries of the two academies, places that were previously forbidden to necromancers, Now we're all free to come and go. If you want... come back with me."
Yriel said disdainfully: "You mean, let me bow down to you? How could you be so childish?"
Burris asked: "There will be a summit on the Five Towers Peninsula next year, and all necromancer researchers in the Austrian Federation will attend... Don't you want to go and see it?"
Yriel sneered at this: "I have merged with the 'only miracle in the world', and in the future, I can still enjoy the power of God's Domain...What kind of peninsula, library, Arcane Federation...what are they?"
Burris sighed and muttered something to himself.
Yriel didn't hear clearly: "What are you talking about?"
So Boris repeated it loudly: "I swear before the God of Arcana, I wish to respect magic as the only truth, and regard worldly interests as the second... Yriel, you taught me to say this before."
The teacher folded his arms and looked at him: "What are you talking about... no, what are you looking at? Is there your reinforcements outside?"
Burris still looked out of the tower. He pointed to the distance and smiled: "Look, the sun is coming out soon."
The night has not yet receded, the ice field is still shrouded in darkness, and the sky in the southeast direction has just broken a gleam of light.
On the dark ground, light spots are swaying and approaching the White Tower. At this time, the sky is densely covered with clouds, and they are like stars falling into the snow.
Anyone who casts a spell can recognize them, they are balls of light ignited with arcane magic.
Yriel squinted his eyes for a while, and made a gesture towards the circular vault of the hall. The scorched and mottled vault first became as smooth as black jade, and then gradually brightened, projecting the situation near the tower:
Several medium-sized light spheres surround the tower, and there are about five or six people under each cone-shaped warm light. Most of them wore short gray robes favored by battle mages, leather wristbands on their arms, rune boots on their feet, and countless tool bags on their bodies. Scepter, accompanied by construct guards or otherworldly magical beasts.
Burris recognized many familiar faces: the gray-haired middle-aged man in a dark blue robe is called West, and he is the chief apprentice of Dolores, the current speaker of the Austrian Federation; the half-elf Gryndir also came Yes, he had briefly studied with Burris, and later he turned to the field of alien studies, now he often lives in the Five Towers Peninsula, and rarely goes out; the slender and tall figure farthest from the tower is from the capital of Sago King Hedda of the Tower of Truth, compared to others, has less actual combat experience, but she has the support of the Sago royal family, and she never feels distressed when using magic items and constructs.
Haida was not at the back because she was weak or timid. She walked slowly because she commanded dozens of sword and shield soldier constructs. These things are usually the guards of the Tower of Truth. If the mage wants to take them out of the capital, he needs to be authorized by the royal family members in person. His Majesty Pacia does not want to touch the Austrian law, and Princess Esterling is responsible for these matters.
When the carnelian ring shattered on the ice field, all the spellcasters who trusted Burris received the news.
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