To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent - Chapter 74

In the quiet cemetery in the dead of night, a small group of temple knights was missing the dead teacher. With the faint candlelight, they found a suspicious figure. It was a woman with a pale complexion and disheveled face. She was dragging something hard and staggering towards the exit of the cemetery.

The knights chased after him. The woman stopped when she heard the sound, turned her head, showing a dry gray face.

Obviously she is not alive. Just as the knights were about to take action, there was a loud noise in the nearby dark corner. They followed the sound and saw a cloud of shadow swelling larger and larger in the night, blocking the candlelight in that area, and even Obscured the starlight in a corner of the sky.

The gray-white female body showed her fangs and attacked the young man closest to her. As the knights drew their swords one after another, the creatures that couldn’t see their bodies roared towards them.

At the farthest corner from them, two clay dolls stretched out their giant shovel-shaped forelimbs, and took advantage of the chaos to easily dig up the tomb soil. Burris squatted in the nearby bushes, supervising the mud killer and watching the battle in the distance.

Provide the knights with some unexpected situations, and they will ignore the entire cemetery. Burris did not choose illusion or manipulation. Many priests would wear amulets to resist confusion. Manipulating them is worse than manipulating corpses.

The female corpse was borrowed from the underground temple, and the huge creatures covered in black energy were the mosaic flesh golems composed of several corpses. The source of the corpses also came from the underground temple. This is a cemetery. In fact, Burris can also directly awaken the corpses here, but most of the dead in the cemetery still have relatives and friends alive. If things are too exciting, it will be difficult to deal with the aftermath. Moreover, it takes time to strengthen the corpse by casting spells. Compare these in the underground temple. Be steadfast and don’t risk being discovered halfway.

Burris didn’t make the body too strong, he didn’t want to kill anyone. He processed them so that they were agile and solid. They were hard to be hit and hard to be destroyed, but they were not powerful enough to attack people. In this way, they will fight the knight for a long time, and neither of them can kill anyone.

Soon, Lisa’s coffin was exposed. The mud-shaped killer got in through the gap in the coffin, dexterously pried the nails, and slid the coffin lid quietly. Burris thought sadly, today I will take her away, and I will have to find a way to get her back after I’m done, and it will inevitably be a toss…

He made a gesture to the mud-shaped killer of white clay color, and the white clay jumped into the coffin and wrapped Lisa’s body, forming a white shell with a human outline, with clear facial features.

Lisa wrapped in white clay and climbed out of the tomb. The black mud-shaped killer next to it fastened the coffin and quickly refilled the tomb soil. Fortunately, this tomb is very new, and most people can’t see it. It was turned over again.

Under the heroic attack of the knights, the living corpses and the flesh golem fought and retreated. Their actions are getting slower and slower, gradually disintegrating from a huge chimera into a group of living corpses of their own actions, and finally lying on the ground, losing their vitality.

At the same time, Burris had taken Lisa and the mud-shaped killer away from the cemetery.

If the knights carefully inspect the scene after dawn, they will find that these corpses have been dead for a long time, and have nothing to do with the recent deaths in the Black Cliff Fort area.

If they find a magician in the army to investigate the traces of casting, the magician will infer that it must be a necromancer who is not good at learning, and he accidentally made a mess of things, and he can’t control it well. So he left them in the woods.

These living corpses are aimless, ignorant, weak in attack, and lack of logic in behavior, so this must be a failure. Undead creatures get close to the breath of death, so they come to the cemetery for wandering.

The army mage of Black Cliff Castle would definitely make such a judgment, because the man’s introduction to necromancy was taught by Burris. Burris has always used double standards to teach, one for real students, and another for those who need basic training but refuse to learn necromancy.

It doesn’t matter if Naylor knows what happened last night. He would neither doubt Estie nor ask her for help. Esther had already returned to the capital. She attended the reception organized by the noble daughters last night, and today she left for the eastern town to inspect the orphanage.

Everything is so perfect, just read Lisa’s memory.

Burris chose the corridor of the underground temple. Quiet and hidden here, it is really an excellent place to cast spells.

He put Lisa in front of the main hall door without opening the door. The corpses in the door piled up like a mountain. When he made the mosaic golem, he made the corpse mountain a little messy. Opening the door casually would make them collapse and gush out… This reminds Burriss of the days when he worked in the school, and the privates of many mage colleagues. The locker is such a virtue-whoever opens the door will be buried by debris.

Burris drew a circle on the ground, placed Lisa in the center in a side lying position, and took out a metal candlestick with spikes up and down.

He put a white candle on the upper spikes and pierced the lower spikes into the wing joints of the corpse’s head, then he cut his fingers and let the blood flow along the metal spikes to the corpse’s head.

When the first drop of blood penetrated the body, Burris lit a candle and began to chant the spell.

The flame of the candle was cold blue, and the range of light was only enough to reflect the corpse and the mage’s face. There were several ordinary candles that provided lighting in the distance. As the spell grew longer, those candles began to go out one by one.

Before long, the tunnel was completely darkened, and even the cold blue firelight disappeared. Burris closed his eyes, and cold light appeared in his dark vision.

Leng Guang obeyed his instructions and began to lead him. He wants to eliminate irrelevant memories in the maze of the soul and find what he wants as soon as possible.

Poplar trees, blue corals, shining starry sky, boundless blue sea, noisy street market, silent sunset, mourning at funerals, carnival of the beginning of spring… There is a vast sea of ​​memories in a soul, illusion like flames, as powerful as a sword. The caster must stay focused at all times, focus his energy firmly on the target, and let the blue cold flame lead him, avoiding redundant and useless information.

Burris found it soon. An ancient book with a metal cover, one side is iron black and one side is inlaid with a silver mirror. The guide wrote “The Chronicles of the Midnight”, and later people sang “Silver Ode.”

Now he could directly know everything Lisa knew. Has the Bones Maharaja seen these stories? How much did he see and how much did he remember?

When a huge amount of information invaded the soul, a thought flashed through Burris’s mind… he suddenly understood something.

Lott always makes hints about love, and he is always unable to give a clear response. He has always maintained a rumorous attitude, like a noble girl who is annoyed by being pursued.

Burris believed he was not a man of pretentiousness. So why am I doing this?

For the past sixty years, I have often seen him in my dreams, and now he stands in front of me every day, why I don’t want to move forward at all? When he walked towards me, why did I back off subconsciously?

Burris understood now. This is not only because of gender issues, or because of shyness.

What kind of soul will a demigod that span a thousand years have? I’m afraid no matter how wise the mage is, it can’t understand.

Lotbald’s body was shrouded in boundless night fog, just like the black tower in the Marsh of the Dead. Whether he has a hippy smile or Shen Qiangang, they are just the tip of his iceberg.

Just like in the past, he could only come out for seven days every 100 years… Those seven days were only part of him, not all of him.

It is now too. Now he is not completely free, he is still imprisoned somewhere.

So Burris would back down subconsciously. He was afraid that what he saved was just a phantom. Under the phantom, there is a complete ancient demigod.

Could it be Lott? Or a stranger Burris never knew?

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When he woke up, someone put a book in his arms. At the time he didn’t know that this thing was called a “book”.

He can’t remember what the other person looks like, he just remembers the person saying: I have no strength anymore, leave it to you. He didn’t know what language it was, and the meaning of the words and sentences passed directly into his consciousness.

He hugged the book tightly and fell upward from the abyss, piercing the water and falling into the sky.

He looked up at the endless dark sea, watching the man gradually sink into the water.

After that, the first picture he saw was a valley full of flowers in mid-spring.

He didn’t know how to appreciate the beautiful scenery, so he didn’t stop. After he recognized many things, learned to read words, and had a real body, he came back once.

This time, the valley has changed. The trees were turned into ashes, the village was turned into a corpse mound, and a gap was opened by something in the middle of the ridge, like a giant dragon that was cut off on the ground.

Time hasn’t passed too long, this is not a trace of the changes over time. The village was engulfed by the flames of the purgatory wing snake, and the plants were poisoned by otherworldly elements.

The huge wound on the ridge was really related to the dragon. The fire dragon killed the entire formation of winged snakes and then died with the devil’s commander. Its final anger pierced the earth, leaving permanent scars on the mountains and rivers.

He wrote all this down. It’s not the brain that has just grown out, but the book. He started writing from the second half of the book, and he wrote very little, not even half a page full.

Before that, he had read the first half of the book. The book introduces all kinds of knowledge about God’s Domain, records the relationship between the Black Lake and the Palace of the Dead, and is full of the pain and introspection of the Black Lake guards.

The gods and the devil meet, know each other, fight, leave, reunite, and then fall together and go to the abyss together.

Before disappearing, the guard of the Black Lake pushed the book and his creation to the world with his last strength. This creation is a combination of three powers. The power of God’s Domain comes from the guards of the Black Lake, the power of Purgatory comes from the devil monarch, and the power of the dead come from the Black Lake full of sinful souls. Therefore, it can not only save lives, but also resist the devil. Toxins can also evoke their own fighters from the battlefield where corpses are everywhere.

He found the remains of the fire dragon. The dragon’s body was broken, and the broken wings could no longer soar in the sky. He smashed the bones and regrouped, turning the dragon into an army. Every soldier was burnt black and long. With skulls and curved dragon horns, they are somewhat similar to their creators.

It is said that the devil can transform the dead into infernal creatures, and he can transform the dead into undead soldiers. Not only that, he can also manipulate other undead in the world, let them resist the attack of purgatory creatures together.

The undead army grew stronger, and the world gradually realized their existence. Some people think this is the aid of God, while others think it is a sign of tragedy.

Someone once saw it from afar: under the moonlight, burnt black and bone white invaded the devil’s camp, tearing the crimson creatures to pieces.

People saw the leader of the undead army, but did not dare to approach. They narrated his story in awe, calling him the King of Bones.

He liked it very much, so he wrote it down silently.

That day, he was cleaning the battlefield. He found two human corpses, one was an adult, holding a broken bone spear, and wearing crude leather armor, with blood stains all over; the other was a blue baby girl with a small head embedded in it Teeth of the Purgatory Moa. From the posture of the deceased, it can be judged that this adult man died to protect the child, but it is a pity that the child did not escape the bad luck in the end.

He thought of Black Lake. When the creator gave me the book and pushed me to the world, I wonder if his mood is the same as this father.