To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent

Chapter 85

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Yriel turned his gaze back to Boris: "You did the same way back then... secretly brought people to destroy my tower."

He snapped his fingers, and all the puppet knights in the chamber turned into smoke and disappeared instantly. The puppet knights can transform between real and incorporeal, and they flashed directly under the tower, ready to meet the mages who were teleported.

There was a commotion outside the tower. Judging from the sound, there are not only puppet knights outside, but also some newly awakened golems and chimeric corpses. The sound of howling, clashing of weapons and chanting spells merged together, which could be clearly heard from such a high place.

Yiliel smiled triumphantly: "Student, you have quite a few friends, but it's a pity that they can't come up and help you."

Burris said, "I don't need them. They have to deal with the monsters that have reappeared on the Frostfields. They don't need to come up to assist me."

After finishing speaking, he asked Lott: "My lord, Yriel will not tell us the whereabouts of Odette, so we have to find it ourselves."

"Do you have a clue?" Lott asked.

Burris nodded: "I have a way."

Yiliel frowned and said, "Student, have you forgotten? The Roasted Dragon Tooth Wood has already taken away your ability to cast spells..."

Hearing this, Lott didn't waste a word, he immediately pulled Boris beside him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed affectionately.

Yriel froze for a moment. He has always been on guard against the demigod, and if the demigod has any suspected attack or release of power, he will immediately respond... He never expected that the demigod and the traitor would suddenly kiss in front of him, and the movements were very smooth and natural.

After Lot let go, Boris immediately turned around and uttered a short incantation. A black straight line emerged in response to the sound, dragging the electric light and roaring towards Yriel.

Yriel was startled, thankful that he had prepared all kinds of protection in advance, the black line hit the invisible barrier, and stopped moving like a spear caught by a shield.

He took a few steps back vigilantly: "Don't you understand, this is just one of Odette's incarnations, the real 'I' is not here."

"I know," Burris said, "so that's not an offensive spell."

Yriel was taken aback. If he was still alive, his face would be red and white with shame and anger by now. When he saw Burris recover his ability to cast spells, he was so surprised that he lost his composure...

He thought that Boris was casting an instant death ray, so he activated the highest level of close protection spell: this spell has a dimensional level isolation effect, all harmful spells will be invalid, incorporeal or elemental creatures cannot penetrate, even teleportation Neither can connect the space inside the shield. In contrast, the caster himself cannot pass through the protection, nor can he cast spells to affect the outside world. If the caster dies inside the shield, the power of the shield will slowly dissipate. Before that, even the soul of the dead cannot leave...

Yriel trembled with anger. He misjudged Burris' intentions. What Boris cast was not instant-death spells, but "Possession Lock" and "Stab Binding".

"Pricking and Binding" is a tough but gentle spell. Its effect is as the name suggests, it can nail a person to a certain place and cannot move. The reason why it is said to be gentle is that it will not harm the subject and will disappear by itself after a few hours.

As for the "possession lock", it will not hurt people, and it will not work on real living people. This spell is used to strengthen the possession body. The common usage is: the necromancer hides his own or someone else's will in a fresh corpse, manipulates the corpse, and pretends to be the deceased himself. Since some protective areas will bounce off the possessed spirit, necromancers have to use this spell to hide the truth. Depending on the ability of the caster, the duration of the spell is also different. During this period, the soul of the caster will be firmly combined with the body he "wears", and they are completely inseparable.

Boris used the combined effects of the above two spells. They have been improved and merged into a chain spell in the shape of a spear, which will work together at the moment of contact with the subject.

If Yriel knew that it was the "Pricking and Binding" and "Possession Lock", he could do nothing, since he already had normal protection. Ordinary protection techniques can operate on their own once they are preset, and there is no need to activate them specially. It probably can't block the instant death attack from another powerful necromancer, but it can completely block the "possession lock" and "stab binding".

Just now, Yriel reacted in a flash and quickly activated the highest level of protection... Unexpectedly, this trapped himself instead.

If he cancels the protection, he will be nailed to the wall by the "stab binding" and locked in this body by the "possession lock"; if he does not cancel the protection, he will be imprisoned in place by his own spell, and the soul cannot Jump somewhere else... Either way, he's doomed to be trapped for hours anyway.

Yriel tried very hard to keep calm, and stared at the student and the demigod sternly... After the student cast the spell, he walked to the window and was hugged by the demigod. The two looked down the tower while chatting. What.

"Okay, very good, Boris Gershaw," Yriel said, "I've been wrong again and again, and I always underestimate you. I remember that my favorite apprentice was Ballend in the past, and he was better than you. Talented, more ambitious than you... If he is an unfamiliar wolf, you are a little fox on a frosty plain, and you can only rely on your cleverness to get a little bit of leftovers... I didn't expect that it would be you in the end You entrapped me! It seems that I really didn't learn my lesson, and I was deceived by your cleverness again... Hey! What are you two looking at! I'm talking to you!"

Boris and Lot turned their heads, glanced at Yriel, and turned to continue talking in a low voice.

Yriel said again: "Do you want to leave? It's too late! At this point, you have no way out!"

Lot carefully pulled Burris back to the middle of the chamber. There is no glass around the large windows, so you have to be careful when approaching and moving away. Yriel stared at them fiercely, waiting for their reaction, they whispered a few words to each other before turning around and walking out of the large meeting hall.

Yriel roared in the shield: "You can't leave this tower! Boris Gershaw! You and the ants outside... will be buried on my frost field!"

Boris and Lot ignored him completely, and just went down the spiral staircase. After passing through several floors, Yriel's curses were finally no longer heard.

Boris sighed: "Actually, Yriel's words are not all threats, some are true."

"Some are real?" Lott's eyes lit up, "Which ones? Are you really a little fox on the Frost Field?"

"Please be serious."

"Okay." Lot reached out to the mage and helped him walk through a section of deformed steps, "Do you want to say that we really can't do without this tower?"

Burris nodded, found a relatively flat ground, and tried to cast instant teleportation. The magic circle disappeared before it was unfolded, like a sand painting washed away by the current.

Boris said: "It's strange here... We can come in, but we can't leave. The doors and windows of the tower seem to be transparent, but in fact they are all sealed by invisible forces, and even teleportation can't work. Come on, if I can't teleport, neither can Yriel."

"It was definitely due to Odette's power," Lott said.

Boris asked: "What other abilities does Odette have? For example, to sort out the magic fluctuations on the Frost Plain, so that people will not notice the changes here?"

Thinking about it now, the Frostfields must have been uneven a while ago, Yriel was resurrected and arrested people, and he also restored a lot of abandoned constructs and living corpses... All of this should not have escaped the Arcane Union For monitoring, there is a team in the federation that is dedicated to monitoring abnormal spell fluctuations.

In addition, the ability used by Yriel is also very strange: he can flexibly jump between several controlled bodies, directly view the memory of the host, and make the host difficult to detect, and even confused... At present, no necromancer can do this.

Lot touched his chin: "Well... it must be Odette's power. His power is very magical, not arcane or divine, it's closer to the simplified version of the power of the true god... Even I can't understand his power. All. He is 'the only miracle in the world'."

"You seem very proud..."

"Of course, he is my creation."

Lott looked proud, but Boris couldn't be happy. If Odette really wants to do something, the current Lord of Skeletons can't suppress him at all. Odette is so powerful, but Yriel took advantage of it during her long sleep... Boris couldn't help thinking, if the Lord of Skeletons could come back a few years earlier, the three creations could also wake up earlier, and probably Yriel would have There is no chance to plan today's events.

The two walked down the stone steps. The Icefield White Tower is now a black ruin, the furniture is carbonized and smashed, the porch is twisted and deformed, the floor tiles are cracked, the stair railing is incomplete, and only the spiral staircase made of limestone is still intact.

Lott offered to float down with Burris to avoid the narrow and dangerous stairs, but Burris refused. He said that he had to walk down in an ordinary way to find the place he wanted to find.

"Why?" Lot asked, "Also, what are we looking for?"

Burris said, "I know where your children are. When Yriel showed us the picture on the white screen, I guessed where it was. They are on the altar at the top of the White Tower."

"The top floor?" Lott, who was walking in front, turned around suspiciously. Apparently, they're going all the way down.

Burris pointed to the spiral abyss that was getting darker and darker: "Look, there is still so deep down there."

Lot looked at it with his head: "It's really deep. But we..."

"When we were teleported into the White Tower, we were standing on the terrace."

Lot suddenly realized: the terrace is located in the middle and lower part of the White Tower, not far from the meeting hall. They walked down the tower from the meeting hall, and they have gone down many floors... If the distance is normal, they should have reached the bottom floor long ago, but now the spiral staircase It is still continuing, and the space below is still bottomless.

Lotter took a closer look at the platforms on each floor. The corridors and rooms connected by the platforms are all rotten. They used to have their own rotten methods. I don’t know where to start, but the platforms become more and more similar, and the scorched and mottled marks on the stairs are almost exactly the same. The morning light can still shine through the windows of the stone wall, but the cold wind and noise outside the tower have disappeared...

Lott was not afraid, but excited: "Interesting! It's like a horror novel!"

Burris couldn't quite smile. The "altar" they were looking for was very dangerous, not to mention that there was a controlled Odette inside.

The actual location of the altar is on the top floor of the tower, but you can’t find it by walking up. Even if you look from outside the tower, there is nothing on the top of the tower. Because the altar is a space expanded by spells, just like the training ground under Ballista and the analysis circle in the attic.

The correct way to enter the altar is to go down the tower. There are magic organs preset on the ladder made of limestone. When the mage steps on all the organs correctly, the road to the "top of the tower" will automatically start to extend "downward". Limestone is not afraid of burning and will not crack, so the magic mechanism inside the stone brick can be preserved to this day.

As a young man, Burris never actually entered the altar. Yriel only brings two kinds of people in, one is a high-level spellcaster who can be his right and left hand, and the other is someone who will never come out after entering... Many times, the same person can have both identities .

At that time, only Boris left the White Tower alive, and no one else knew that there was an altar in the tower. So Burris never mentioned it to anyone.

Boris walked with his head down, frowning, and there were only two footsteps on the spiral staircase. At this moment, Lot asked, "Why didn't you ask Yriel just now?"

"Ask him what?"

"Ask him what he wants to do."

"Don't ask," Burris said, "I know him well, and the more curious we are, the less he will tell the truth... I don't want to talk to him anymore. When I talk to him, I can't help thinking Even sarcasm and sarcasm... This is not good, I don't need to deliberately humiliate him at all."

"You are too shameless." Lott praised sincerely, "Also, you are right, we don't need to ask Yriel, anyway... since he wants me to inherit the Black Lake, then I just don't want to go."