To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent

Chapter 9

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Here it comes again... Burris lowered his head and rubbed his temples. He has experienced this way of chatting when he was in the demiplane of another world. The Lord of Skeletons always follows your thoughts silently, and then takes you off topic unexpectedly, and does not allow you to turn back...

What's more, Lotte's question is too difficult to answer. What are you most interested in about him? What kind of problem is this? Maybe you can get by with a joke, but Boris is not very good at making jokes...

When he was worrying, Lott suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

"What's wrong?" Burris asked.

As soon as he uttered his question, there was a loud bang from the direction of the gate of the tower, as if someone had smashed the door with a battering ram. Boris stood up and disappeared in place with a whoosh. Lotter muttered a few words in annoyance, then turned and ran out to the floating disc.

When he came to the gate, Boris found that his judgment on the type of sound was quite correct. The loud noise was really made by the battering ram. Of course, it is a battering ram made of magic evocation.

It is black pine. He turned back, used the storage staff to cast an iron armored rhino charge effect, and then fell unconscious in front of the tower. The bone chair didn't follow him. Seeing his distressed appearance, maybe the thing had been broken somewhere.

Boris carefully sensed the magical fluctuations around him. Heisong has a strong necromantic aura left on his body, of course, he is a necromancer himself, what's strange is that he seems to have crushed two magic storage crystals, used up several rounds of the giant rhino charge, and left Holding a scroll of parchment that was not successfully cast, it was a serial deflagration technique.

Heisong hates these spells that only warlocks love. He doesn't like to use them very much, and he is really not good at using them, but it is always right to prepare some magic items for self-defense. Now he has actually activated a bunch of spells with elemental burst effects, which doesn't look like him at all.

Burris continued to focus on the clearing in front of the tower and the forest beyond. It's just annoying where mages live - want to detect unusual magic fluctuations? This is the territory of mages. There are magic residues on the large land centered on the tower, and multiple traces are intertwined for a long time, causing "abnormal" fluctuations everywhere. If you want to detect it carefully, you have to find time to investigate it little by little, and you won't get accurate results through hasty observation like this.

Lott also went down into the hall, looking at the elf lying outside the door in surprise. Burris called two golems, one picked up the elf, the other closed the gate, and he himself cast a spell and disappeared temporarily. He came back with a small suitcase, and the golem, elf, and Lot were no longer in the hall. As soon as Boris's heart tightened, Lot's voice came from the handrail on the second floor of the tower: "Don't worry, dear, we are here. The guest room on the second floor has a bed and a bathroom, which is more convenient."

"How did you get there?" Boris stepped onto the floating disc and rose to Lott's side.

"Use a floating disc like you." Seeing that Boris was about to climb over the guardrail, Lott even reached out to help him, but at this time Boris was nervous and didn't notice this considerate little move at all.

"No... I mean, how did you order Will and Dekra to come up too?"

"Who are Will and Dekla?"

"Those two golems."

"Do all your golems have names..." Lot took Boris to a guest room, "They didn't listen to my order, so I kissed them one by one, and then gave the order, so that they would follow me Here it comes. That elf seems to be in trouble."

Two golems were stationed outside the house, and the black pine had been placed on the bed. His body was stiff, his brows were tightly wrinkled, his breathing was weak and fast, and he looked like he was stunned.

Burris sat beside him, took out a green glass bottle from the small suitcase, dissolved the liquid in the bottle and another powder, poured it into the palm of his right hand, and pressed Heisong's forehead.

Burris asked Lott to help hold the open vial and bring it close to Heisong's nose. Heisong seemed to smell the medicine, his expression relaxed a little, and his breathing eased a lot.

"Unprecedented, really unprecedented..." Boris said to himself, shaking his head slightly.

"What's unprecedented?" Lott asked.

Burris said: "No matter who or what the attacker was, he dared to attack Black Pine within the range of the Mountains of No Return. And judging from Black Pine's reaction, his usual spells may not be useful to the enemy, and the opponent But he was able to use instant death magic on him, and knocked him down effortlessly. Fortunately, the pre-installed protection on his body had a little effect, otherwise he would have died at the time. The sound of knocking on the door could not reach the upper level of the tower, so he used the giant rhino impact effect in the storage staff... No, maybe it's more than that, maybe he has to use the fastest speed to attract my attention, because... because The enemies behind him have already caught up..."

Lott thought for a while: "So... In short, this is not normal, is it? No one usually harass you like this?"

"Of course not. Not returning to the mountains and having a covenant with Sago, invading my territory is equivalent to declaring war on Sago, and vice versa. All military organizations and adventurer's guilds in the Ten Nations Confederation know this. Moreover, For fellow spellcasters, I... I'm actually very famous, and they don't dare to find fault with me unless they have a problem with their minds."

Lott said: "Maybe it wasn't done by a military organization, or by a mage. Could it be something from another world? A creature from purgatory? A nine-headed nine-tailed corpse dragon or something?"

"Then what are they planning?" Boris wiped his forehead, "Besides, I opened the gate just now, if something wants to attack the tower, then it is a good opportunity... Why did they avoid it? Wait , Sir, what is the nine-headed and nine-tailed corpse dragon?"

"There is no such thing at all," Lott pressed Burris' shoulder, "I just want to liven up the atmosphere. My dear, you seem to be very nervous. You have to relax to help this elf better."

Boris nodded, stopped talking, and focused on taking care of the elf necromancer who was still unconscious. Boris helped Heisong regain some of his strength with the magic potion, and found a curse-like law spell on him. It was not difficult for Boris to dispel such spells in the past, but now it is different, he knows what to do, but he can't arouse high-level magic...

With the mentality of trying, Boris briefly explained the removal spell to Lott and asked him if he could cast it. Lott thought for a while, and said, "Uh, it's like this, I can't use the spell you mentioned, but I can indeed remove the instant death curse on the elf in another way. I can remove all persistent spells. The effect of necromancy damage, no matter what specific spell it is, no matter how strong the caster is."

Boris was a little surprised by this ability, but after thinking about it carefully, it is not too surprising that a demigod has this ability. He stepped aside a little: "Then... can I trouble you?"

"Why are you backing away?"

"Don't you... have to go and kiss him?"

"I haven't finished yet," Lott said, "according to your discipline, this is a divine spell, not an arcane spell. And its casting process requires chanting, and the content of the chanting is not a spell, but a paragraph Fragment of the code, from the ancient gods... You can understand it as a command command for channeling power. I want to use this command to guide the damage in his body away. But now I have to cast spells by kissing, so the problem comes—I can’t Chanting while kissing."

As an experienced old mage, Boris's mind turned quickly: "I thought of a single-body spell-casting transfer! It means that the caster transfers the spells he can cast to his companions, and let the companions complete the spellcasting for him . . . "

"You mean..."

"If you can, you can transfer the spell to me. I will save Heisong."

"Indeed, I can do it," Lott stood in front of Burris with his hips akimbo, "Then I have to kiss you."

"I know. It's important to save Heisong."

"Also, what I'm going to do is not the 'spell transfer' that you mages are familiar with, but a magic spell similar to it. It will bring you a very strange feeling, and you will feel a little uncomfortable. Don't panic."

"I am mentally prepared. My lord, I have long understood that your powers are expressed differently from ours."

Lott continued to exhort: "I will pour chants that you don't understand into your mind, you don't have to memorize them deliberately, it will appear naturally. The spell will guide you, don't resist, just follow it .”

"Hurry up and kiss me, I understand this."

"No, listen to me." Lot leaned over and put his hands on Burris' shoulders, "You are not a magic spellcaster, and your body is just an ordinary human being. , will bring you a great burden."

The posture of the two of them is a little awkward now... Boris raised his head, his body was tense, and he was obviously very nervous. Lott hugged his shoulders, lowered his head slightly, and stared intently into his eyes... It was almost as if they were really going to kiss, not Prepare to cast a spell.

Burris forced himself to be serious, because this was serious business, after all. "I've felt this burden before," he said. "It was similar to the last time... when you sent my soul back to my body and turned the body back to twenty years old."

"That's right." Lott moved one hand to the mage's waist, and tightened it to himself, and fixed Boris' jaw with the other hand, "Don't worry, this time the burden will not be heavier than last time."

The mage closed his eyes, with a clearly visible helplessness on his frown. Lot stared at his tightly closed thin lips, bowed his head and kissed them.

Burris was clear and upright in his heart, and he forcibly defined the current situation as casting spells, not kissing, just like a doctor took off a woman's pants to see a doctor, not to play hooligans.

He stood up straight, without any resistance or obsession, and tried to maintain his dignified posture until the end... Soon he couldn't hold on any longer. Not only did Lott put his lips together, but he also took turns holding the mage's upper and lower sides Lips, let the dry lip lines of the two rub against each other, and then gradually increase the force, even nibbling from time to time...

Burris endured it for a while, wanting to ask whether this was a necessary process or Lott was playing freely... At this time, the spell transfer began.

A cold force poured into Boris' body, spread from head to feet, and then rose up to occupy his mind. There are many clear and unfamiliar characters in the power. Boris doesn't understand the meaning, but he can read their pronunciation. After he had read each character silently once, the cold power left his mind, flowed to his hands, gathered at the fingertips.

Boris' legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground. Lott hugged him in time and held him to his chest.

"Are you okay?" Lott supported him and let him sit on the edge of the bed. "The spell transfer was successful. But do you still have the strength to finish casting?"

Burris nodded without answering, as if saying one more sentence at this time would also increase his burden. He turned to face the unconscious black pine, covered his forehead with his left hand, pressed his chest with his right hand, closed his eyes, and began to chant the divine spell entrenched in his mind.

Every time a word is uttered, that word will disappear in his mind, neither the font nor the pronunciation can be left behind. At the same time, mist begins to overflow between his fingers, and the mist coils in the air for a while, It dissipated with the incantation that had been chanted. This is probably the curse drawn from Heisong's body.

Burris' mind went blank for a second or two. He wanted to stand up, but was held down by his hands and sat there. Lott sat behind him, put his hands on his shoulders and gently retracted, and he leaned back on Lott.

"Don't stand up yet," Lot said in the mage's ear, "you will feel dizzy if you stand up now, just like standing up suddenly after squatting for a long time."

"I see, thank you." Burris was indeed a little dizzy, as if he had stayed up all night for the experiment for two days and two nights...

Resisting his fatigue, he put his hand on Heisong's wrist, and then heaved a sigh of relief. The elf was out of danger, and his pulse returned to normal.

Lot asked, "Is the elf alright?"

"It's okay, maybe he has to sleep for a while..."

"Why is he still so pale?"

Boris pointed to the copper washbasin next to him. Luo Te curiously dipped a towel in some water and wiped it on the black pine face, and the part of the skin that was wiped by the water suddenly revealed a healthy color.