To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent

Chapter 89

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Not long after, Lott put Burris down. He is not tired, but the mage will be tired, and it is not comfortable to be hugged by a hard thing. After a long time, it is much more tiring than walking.

Lott tried to change back to a human appearance, but was unsuccessful. Burris tried to cast a spell to get a floating disk out, but failed.

The arcane is not completely ineffective, but neither success nor failure can be controlled. Many things in God's Domain have become subtle and unpredictable. For example, the visual distance is not accurate. Places that seem far away may be reached by turning around. Things that seem to be within reach are actually separated by a vast space.

The landscape here is also very wonderful. At first they were walking on a piece of desert, the sky was gray, and the dark clouds spread all the way to the horizon. When Lot saw the green in the distance and walked towards it, the thick clouds dissipated in an instant, the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly. If you look up, there is a But there is no sign of the sun.

Lot had already put Burris down, but he insisted that he must walk holding the mage's hand. Lott didn't say anything, he hugged the mage not only for safety, but also for warmth. His heart felt cold, his whole body was uncomfortable, and every step he took was being torn apart by invisible forces.

He neither wants to stay here forever, nor does he want to bring Heihu back to the human world, no matter which one he chooses, he can't protect his little mage.

He had a vague idea. If the idea works, it might break the deadlock. He was not at all sure of success, but he had no choice.

Burris took his hand and just followed him, barely proposing to speak. They stopped and went, trekking in an environment with almost the same scenery for a long time. Lott thought it was a few hours, but Burris said it was not that long.

Finally, the blurry greenery was getting closer and closer, and the two of them looked straight ahead together, and could already distinguish the outline of the forest.

Burris is always silent, which makes Lott very disturbed. So he deliberately found some topics to talk about, which can not only relieve some anxiety, but also observe whether Burris' state is normal in time.

Lot asked the mage if he was worried about the battle under the White Tower, Boris said no, and after he finished speaking, he just walked with his head down.

Normally, Burris is not so difficult to communicate. He is the type who will take the initiative to speak clearly, and rarely gets stuck in emotions and ignores people.

Lot hurriedly asked why, and Boris laughed at himself, and replied: "I don't have the energy to worry about others. I'm just afraid."

Lot frowned mentally, now he has no eyebrows. "Actually, you shouldn't be involved..."

"That's not what I mean," Burris said. "Even if I'm still in the Mountains of No Return, it's okay, if something happens, who can escape. My lord, maybe it's hard for you to understand, I'm just afraid of death... Just like all old men and women who are getting old."

Originally, Lott wanted to correct him by saying: You are no longer an old man... But he thought, probably what Boris feared was the erosiveness of God's Domain. He decided to avoid the discussion about God's Domain, and casually chat about dispensable topics.

He asked: "Were you afraid of death when you were young? For example, before you met me for the first time, you were locked in a prison car, were you also afraid?"

Burris said, "Would you believe me if I said I wasn't too scared then?"

"Really not afraid?"

"Anyway, I'm not as afraid as I am now. Let's put it this way, when I was young, I didn't believe that I would die soon. No matter how bad the situation was, there was still a trace of luck in my heart, and I felt that I would not die so easily... Young People are like this, so they will do a lot of dangerous things. It's not that they are not afraid, but they don't think of the consequences."

"Are you saying that people are more timid when they get old?" Lott wanted to tease him to talk more, and now the momentum is good.

Burris thought about it seriously, and said, "Do you still remember, when I went to find you in the Swamp of the Dead, I transferred my soul and used a young corpse with a bald head and no ears."

"Of course I remember. By the way, why did you use a corpse?"

"As I get older, I don't know what to do," Burris said, "In order to find you without any mistakes, I decided to manipulate a younger body."

"Why, your original body was sick at that time?"

Burris smiled wryly and said: "It's not considered sick, it's just that there are some common problems of the elderly. It won't die of illness immediately, but it makes people worry about death every minute. Can you understand, every minute...every day before going to bed I am afraid that I won’t be able to wake up tomorrow, I am afraid that my legs will be weak when I go down the stairs, I will not stand upright and I will fall to death, I am afraid to get up immediately after sitting on the ground, and I am afraid that I will not be able to stand up again when I feel dizzy... I live like this every day. die, while nonchalantly dealing with various daily chores..."

Lotter didn't know how to answer. For a moment, he felt that these words were not in Burris' style. How could this state of mind look like a legendary archmage? Just the old man you see everywhere...

But on second thought, how special can Burris be? Maybe all the old wizards or old kings think so. The current chairperson of the Austrian-French United Council also thinks the same way, and the old elves who have lived for more than a thousand years also think the same way... It's just that they didn't say it publicly.

Boris said, his body shivered. "My lord, I am now... about the same as that time."

Lott's heart tightened, and he wanted to find something easy to answer, but before he could think of it, Boris continued: "After being made young by you, I was temporarily relieved. The relief was almost to the point of being overwhelmed."

"I don't see you getting carried away at all," Lott said. "I see you've always been shy."

Burris completely ignored his teasing, saying, "Now... that feeling is back, and I'm scared again. And... I don't know if I'm normal... Is this my natural emotion? Or... is it black? What is Lake God Territory urging me on?"

Lot changed from holding hands to hugging the mage tightly. "Oh, I'm ashamed, Burris. I don't know how to keep you from being afraid..."

In fact, Lott thinks that Burris' state is abnormal, but he doesn't want to say it clearly. Burris has begun to erode. Talking about it any further would only aggravate his fears.

In God's Domain, mortals are so powerless, even a respected old mage is now as fragile as a dead leaf in the wind.

Boris leaned on him and said, "Do whatever you want, and don't try to comfort me. Once you brought me from the Khiva to Sandonia, and now you can surely take me out of here." .”

"Okay." Lot put his arms around him and squeezed his shoulder.

Before they knew it, Luyi had appeared in front of them. When the two stepped into the first grass, the sky suddenly darkened, and the day turned into night in the blink of an eye.

The night sky is pure darkness, without the moon and stars, but the ground is covered with the frost that can only be seen on a full moon night. The grass and trees disappeared, replaced by a long straight road, with wild grass half a person's height on both sides of the road stretching as far as the eye can see.

Looking back, the Gobi had disappeared, and there was still a long road behind, and the distance of the road was chaotic darkness.

After entering the "night", Burris suddenly fell asleep.

Lot observed cautiously for a long time, and he really fell asleep, not passed out. If you shake him and call him, he will half open his eyes, answer something vaguely, and then go back to sleep.

Lot had no choice but to pick up the mage again and continue along the long road.

The concept of time no longer exists, they will not feel hungry, and they will not be able to judge the distance based on the number of steps.

Lott trekked on the desolate road for a long time, and finally saw a different scene: the long road was cut by a transverse section, forming a steep cliff. The rift was about ten yards wide and bottomless, and the two ends extended to the end of the field of vision. .

Lott stood on the edge of the cliff, and the void at the bottom of the valley was filled with red light. The red light reflected on his black scales, making him look like he was wearing a layer of flame-colored armor.

This is a huge power of purgatory. Lot let the flames in his eyes go out, listened and felt quietly. He saw the Purgatory Lord rushing along the long road, cutting huge cracks in the ground behind him. The blood and power of the devil continued to peel off all the way, and some fell into the rift Into the endless void... Lott continued to pursue this power, floating slowly across the rift valley.

After both feet set foot on the opposite land, the sky brightened again instantly.

They were in a thick and ancient forest, where the trees were tangled up against each other, and there was only one beast's path to walk on. Although it is daylight, the forest is still quite dark.

Burris woke up. Lott asked him how he felt, but Boris was in a daze, and his eyes couldn't focus for a long time. Lott wanted to lead him to move on. He didn't express his opinion, nor resisted. His eyes were full of fear, but his expression was unreasonably dull.

Lott couldn't help wondering, doesn't it mean that Burris doesn't know him now? He gave up asking, and walked the mage silently.

The scenery in the forest is not static. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the lifeless dense forest gradually brightened up.

The wet soil turned into a field of greenery, the bushes of flowers replaced the dark thorns, and the leaves seemed to be carved out of emeralds, shaking off the dazzling light in the breeze.

Lot walked through the forest in early spring, walked down the slope full of wildflowers, walked into the night, and entered the basin.

In the basin is a sea of flowers, each flower has a dim green shimmer floating slowly like a firefly, becoming a light source under the night sky. This is the center of the forest, the eye of the storm, and the end of the Black Lake.

Lotte stood alone in the sea of flowers. Burris was gone.

Both the Guardians of the Black Lake and the Lord of Purgatory are here. Their remnant power slowly sank, deposited in the center of the plane like the heaviest object in the net, and merged with the power of the undead in the black lake... This is where the Skeleton Lord first woke up.

Lot stretched out his hand, and all the fireflies surrounded him.

He extinguished the fire in his eyes, relaxed his body, and fell with the light.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the lake. This is the Black Lake in his memory, a boundless bright black mirror.

He floated quietly on the surface of the lake, and the fireflies gathered under the water, weaving two huge wings behind him.

In the past, Lott had imagined countless times what it would be like to "inherit the power of the Black Lake". He thought he would hear the voices of the Black Lake guards, and maybe the voice of the Lord of Purgatory. He dramatically simulated a conversation with the two of them alone, and made up a bunch of very literary and artistic answer sentences. The rhymes were all perfectly planned... Now, he couldn't remember them all. Even if he could remember it, he wouldn't need it.

He couldn't hear the exact sound, but could only feel the consciousness from the plane of the Black Lake that came directly into his mind.

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Odilea looked into the sky, and the spot seemed to move... a blink, she realized.

The dark spot faded away suddenly, revealing a darker interior, and then closed immediately, returning to its previous appearance. Only Odette was left on the altar, and a brown old cloak. Both the mage and Lothbald had disappeared.

Odile was still on guard against Siegfried despite being shocked, but Siegfried did not continue to attack her.

Both the griffin and the silver dragon looked at the sky. Odile also raised her head out of curiosity.

There was a sudden sharp pain in her injured ankle, and the pain flowed back to the heart against the blood flow, and it exploded on the heart, making her knees limp on the ground. She gritted her teeth and unbuttoned a few buttons, only to find a finger-sized burn mark on her chest.

The trace was black and spindle-shaped, exactly like the eye in the sky. She looked at Siegfried, the Griffon's fur was too thick to see the skin on his chest, judging from his trembling, he should be going through the same thing.

She struggled to get closer to the altar to see how Odette was doing. At this time, there was a loud thunder in the sky, shaking the high tower, and the black spot in the sky flickered, and a small crack opened on the edge, revealing the normal-colored sky behind.

There was another thunder, and the black spot was completely shattered. It crumbled into powder like a dry leaf, forming black flakes that rustled down.

The amount of black snow was enough to cover the entire top of the tower, but they only covered the altar and Odette on it.

After the black snow fell, the eyes of the sky disappeared completely. Odile touched her chest, the pain was no longer in her body, and the burns were gone.

When she stood up cautiously, a whimper suddenly burst out behind her. When she turned her head, Siegfried raised her neck, fluttered her wings, and cried wildly. It seemed that Siegfried also regained consciousness, and before his master could kiss him, he got out of control by himself.

Odile touched the griffin's feathers with a sad face, not knowing whether she should comfort him first or scold him to shut him up. Crying and crying, Siegfried suddenly stopped his voice, as if he had choked on something, and Odile asked him what was going on, and he stretched out his front paw tremblingly, pointing at the altar.

The black snow covering the altar has all disappeared. The dragon reappeared, straightened his back, raised his head and spread his wings, and broke free from the sharp cones that bound him.

An unconscious human was lying on top of the dragon. Sigfer remembered that man, an ally of their master, a kindly little mage.

"Look, Odile... what is that..." Siegfried asked with a deep cry.

The girl replied blankly, "That's our master's mage."

"I didn't say him. I mean, the creature next to him... that was... what..."

"A... suspected Odette creature..."

The mage is still the mage, but the silver dragon doesn't seem to be the silver dragon anymore...

The current Odette is a metallic black and white striped dragon.

The griffin and the girl stared blankly for a long time, and finally couldn't help screaming together:

"What happened to the master? What happened to Odette?!"

"What happened in the Black Lake?!"