The dark spiral staircase turned to the bottom, and the door leading to the altar appeared. It is just a very ordinary double door, the door panel is made of birch wood, and it is the only thing that remains white in the burned tower.
Burris pushed open the door, and a gust of biting cold wind poured into his face. In order to prevent his fingers from being frozen, he closed the door and cast himself a protective technique against the severe cold before going out in peace.
Inside the door is an unknown depth of underground, but outside the door is the top of the tower under the sky. There is a circular rising square on the top of the tower, which is the so-called altar.
The clouds and mist have been blown away, and the morning light pours down on the stone steps leading to the altar, dyeing a hazy cold color. Burris and Lot had seen a spindle-shaped black spot on the white screen before, and it was still floating in the sky. It has no volume, no shadows, abrupt and unknown, like an eye that has been hollowed out.
The black spot was facing the altar, and several ice cones of different sizes stood in the center of the altar. Odile, Siegfried, and Odette are there.
Lotter walked towards the stone steps. When he took the first step, two white-clothed elves appeared on the heights. They stood facing each other from left to right, without any other movements. When Lot turned back and looked at Boris, the number of people in white clothes increased again. Two groups of white-clothed humanoid creatures came down from the altar, and stood neatly on both sides of the stone steps, facing downward, as if welcoming guests .
Boris walked slowly behind Lott, preparing to analyze the magic circle while walking. He intends to analyze the black icicles to find a way to safely remove them.
After preparing, Boris raised his head, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Lott's clothes.
Lott turned around and asked him what was wrong, and he pointed to the sky above the altar: "That black spot... seems a little different."
Lot also raised his head. The dark spot is spindle-shaped with two curved borders. Originally it was uniform black, but now there is a crack in the outline of one side of it. The gap is hard to spot, because the inside is still black, but if you look closely, you will find faint spots of light flickering in it.
After seeing it clearly, Lott suddenly felt that the black spot looked like a closed eye. He was about to step onto the altar, and his eyes were about to open.
"You'd better not go up," Boris held Lot tightly, and moved in front of him. "I have a bad feeling... Maybe you will be sucked in by that thing as soon as you step on the altar."
Lotter looked towards the middle of the altar. The silver dragon was nailed to the ground, twitching slightly from time to time because of the pain. His huge body blocked the griffin and the girl who were also being tortured. Although the other two creations could not be seen, Lott could hear their babbles and voices. moan.
"If I don't go there, how can I pull out those awls?" Lot frowned, "Are you sure...the eyes can eat people? It's like closed eyes, not like a mouth. The mouth should be split from the middle, not from the mouth." One of the sides…”
Boris still pulled him: "Don't care what it looks like... Anyway, don't go there. I'll cast the analysis cone first, okay? Maybe I can move them remotely without you going there at all."
Lott nodded at first, but felt it was wrong, he also reached out and grabbed the mage's arm: "Then you can't go up either!"
"I'm not going up, I'm just standing here," Burris said.
Standing one step away from the altar, he finished casting the analysis circle. The magic circle rises slowly, and a translucent force field film is extended horizontally, enclosing a sharp cone respectively.
When Boris cast the spell, the Odettes on both sides of the stairs did not stop him. As the forcefield membranes began to melt into the cone, the Odettes suddenly looked collectively at Burris.
Spells and data circulated in the air, the magic circle began to analyze the composition and historical behavior of the cone, and the Odettes also started to move, approaching Boris and Lott.
In the eyes of Burris, the four men in white clothes closest to him are all human beings, namely two young children and two elderly people. The old man was pushed away by Lott, and the shortest girl reached out and grabbed Burris' wrist. Boris was in a daze for a moment. With the child's height and arm length, it was impossible for her to touch him two steps away, but she did, and her hand was surprisingly strong. Her arms didn't lengthen, her body didn't get bigger, but she just grabbed him...
It was a feeling of extreme confusion, the child was near and far away, small and tall, her shape both static and ever-changing.
When Boris was confused, Lot picked up the girl and threw her towards another man in white. The two fell and rolled down the stairs, and more people in white continued to gradually surround them. Their movements were a little slow, and their attacks were not organized. Boris guessed that this should be because Yriel's main will was isolated in the distance. Affects Odette, but cannot control it precisely.
Lott threw away a white-clothed elf, turned his back to Boris and said, "I'll tell you something very desperate. First, there can be countless incarnations of Odette, and they will only increase in number; second, As long as Odette is alive, his avatar won't really disappear..."
"You're talking about two hopeless things, not one," Burris said.
He knelt down halfway, spread out the suede tool bag on the stone steps, and pulled out a small bird skull, "My lord, do me a favor, take this and stab them."
"Which one to stick?" Lott took the bird skull.
"Any one will do, just prick it with a sharp beak, if you want to see blood."
This is the skull of a red-tailed jackdaw, with a thin and pointed beak like a small dagger. Lott didn't ask much. Anyway, the mage did strange things to cast spells. He grabbed the young man in white who was rushing up, pointed at his shoulder and thrust down.
The blood of the young man in white gushed out from the wound, and everyone in white paused for a while, not moving forward for the time being.
Lot threw the man away and returned the bird skull to Burris. The skull turned a clear red color after it came into contact with the blood, as if it had become a handicraft carved from rubies.
Burris took the skull and pierced it on his left forearm without hesitation.
Lott trembled in fright: "What are you doing?"
"Casting a spell." Boris was very decisive when he started, but after the bird's beak was inserted into the meat, he grinned uncontrollably.
After a while, he pulled out the bird's skull with a pale face, and threw it on the hemp paper attached to the magic circle. The bird skull changed again. It changed from ruby color to jet black, and the surface began to crack, revealing the color of lava inside. Then, the hemp paper began to burn with it as the center, and soon burned into a pile of ashes.
Burris clutched his wound, frowned, endured the pain and began to chant spells. Lot couldn't see it, so he squatted down and pulled Boris' left arm, and randomly pulled a few pieces of fabric to bandage him.
"Hurry up and read!" Lott warned the surroundings, and urged in a low voice, "I will kiss you after reading, and it won't hurt after kissing! In fact, I can't heal the existing wounds and diseases. Before my strength deteriorates, I may still be able to recover." Yes... but I can stop the bleeding and take the pain away..."
Boris chanted the spell proficiently, while secretly feeling that Lott still has the ability to stop bleeding in first aid. In fact, this spell does not need to make the wound so big and deep. A skilled mage can pierce a wound with less damage and moderate bleeding. Boris has been doing research in the tower since he was old, and he has not used this barbaric for a long time. He has rich experience in casting spells, but his techniques are somewhat unfamiliar.
Following the incantation, the ashes of the hemp paper began to fly in all directions, and the scorched black and flames on the bird bone gradually faded, and it returned to the bone white it was before.
The ash stained the men in white and penetrated into their mouths, noses and ear canals. The men in white nearby all stood stiffly, while the men in white in the distance staggered a few times and gradually stopped moving.
"It turned out to be successful..." Boris wiped his forehead after reciting the spell.
Lott turned his face away, squeezed his chin and started kissing. While kissing, Lott regretted that his movements were so smooth and tough this time, just like those aristocratic heroes in romance novels... But the atmosphere is not romantic now, and he really has no intention of enjoying it.
After the kiss, Burris' wound really stopped bleeding. Lotter asked, "Why do you say 'even'?"
Burris said: "Because... the spell just now is very dangerous, and the Arcane Federation has banned it... It can't be cast or taught. It is a necromantic school spell that can control clusters of living creatures, at least affecting dozens of people. People, more people can control the entire army or even the city... The subjects will be turned into living puppets, acting according to the caster's will for a long time, and not afraid of pain, regardless of life and death. In fact, I have no certainty of success … After all, these 'creatures' are special."
Lott asked again: "Why is this spell banned? Because it is inhumane to manipulate a living person? Or is it because mages can easily stab themselves to death by mistake?"
Boris said: "Inhumanity is one aspect, and the other is because... if the spellcasting is successful, the mage can stop the spell at any time, but if the spellcasting fails, the subject will temporarily gain magic immunity from the caster. Not only will it not be obedient, but it will also ignite a strong killing intent towards other creatures... That is to say, after the spellcasting fails, the mage will create a group of bloodthirsty lunatics. kill..."
Lot was dumbfounded, and suddenly grabbed Burris' shoulders tightly: "From now on... you are not allowed to do such a dangerous thing again! I won't allow it! Promise me! You must promise me!"
Burris couldn't laugh or cry: "Please, at this time, can you stop playing the lines in romantic novels? I won't cooperate with you."
"Okay then." Lott was very talkative, and immediately let go of his hand, "Then what are your plans?"
"I have to continue to observe the analytical circle." When Boris spoke, the analytical circle was gradually projecting the analysis results into his eyes.
Lott suggested: "If we try to pull out the black thorn, will it affect the analysis results of the magic circle? Will it not affect it? Then we might as well try to pull it out."
"How to pull it out? We can't easily get on the altar."
Lotte pointed to the men in white everywhere: "Let them try. It would be best if they succeed, and it doesn't matter if they fail."
Boris thought about it and thought it made sense. Anyway, the people in white are his puppets for the time being, and it would be too wasteful to keep them motionless. So he gave an order to the puppets to go up to the altar and try to remove the black ice cones from the three creatures.
The people in white gathered in the center of the altar, and Boris was reading the runes silently. Lot had nothing to do for the time being, so he went down the steps and ran to the edge of the platform on the top of the tower.
"This tower is taller than your tower," he leaned on the crenel to look out, "but it's okay... the tower is not as tall as possible. Wow! You can't believe how many monsters there are under the tower! Let alone the puppet knight, There are also many dead people with no features! There are also many small white animals... no, big animals... giant white dogs!"
"It's the Frost Wolves," Boris said half-heartedly. "They've been extinct for a long time... What you see are not living creatures, but constructs based on the Frost Wolves."
Lott continued to report the situation under the tower: "The Frost Warg and the puppet knight formed a two-sided attack! The mage in gray clothes fell! Fortunately, his companion erected a shield for him. I don't know how injured he is... Now the sword The shield soldiers regrouped and broke through the blockade of the Frost Wolves! Wait, someone is setting off a fireball, I can see it! It must be a fireball... "
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang in the distance, the ground shook for a while, and the flames shot into the sky. Lot turned his face away for a while, and then turned back quickly: "Boris, tell me, does this look like the behavior of a warlock..."
Burris almost laughed out loud. So he, too, descended the steps to the crenellation of the wall. He was a little worried about the safety of his fellow mages, and he also wanted to see if there were real warlocks outside.
Standing so high and so far away, Burris could only see the snow flying under the tower and the red light in the distance. The flames appeared far away from the tower, probably where someone intercepted the monster running from the forest.
Lott's eyesight is better, he can see a group of gray people or monsters, and there is a touch of bright red on horseback... Red hair and red clothes, superb riding skills, fast casting, large blow area, non-stop Fire, only sets fire, still sets fire at this time...
"Is that a red vulture?" Lot narrowed his eyes.
While they were concentrating on looking into the distance, there were several crisp sounds behind them, like the sound of ice shattering.
When they turned their heads, a cloud of gray-black smoke rose from the altar, instantly forming countless roaring incorporeal human faces.
Odile was floating in the smoke, with a horrific wound on her ankle from the black spike. The spike on her body was the smallest and least, and the people in white really managed to pull it out.
Lotte called her name, but she didn't come over to salute as before. She grabbed the incorporeal body beside her with her hand, and the incorporeal body stretched out into a black scythe. She floated down from the altar, swung the scythe, and rushed towards the master and Boris.