To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent - Chapter 76

The magical rune written by Augilia records:

The corpse engulfed the people of the Griffin, and the young city was turned into a sea of ​​blood. The demigod decided to gather his last strength and created a cocoon-like tiny plane.

He imitated the behavior of the Three Good Gods in separating from the realm of God and purgatory, and from then on, far away from the kingdom of the living, and moved to prison with the undead who were difficult to tame.

The blood and dust formed a hurricane vortex, which rolled up all the corpses that had been awakened or killed by him. The demigod stood in the eye of the wind, looking at his three creations through the wind wall.

The creations have grown up for a long time, and now they have powers that a demigod can’t even imagine.

Augilia made her own claim and sacrificed most of her offensive abilities. She turned them into solid anchors and hooked the new plane firmly so that it would not drift without a trace.

Siegfried also released the rare power of control in the world, allowing them to act on the master. He allowed the Bone Maharaja to return for seven days every 100 years, which was the smallest interval between forcibly opening and closing the alien plane. If you want more time. Or smaller spacing, even he can’t do it.

Odette used almost all of the healing power to pull back a small part of the humans in that kingdom from the brink of death. The people who worship the griffins did not perish, one day they will meet the Maharaja again.

After doing this, the three creations almost ran out of strength and could no longer fight as before. After traveling the Quartet for many years, Siegfried and Augilia fell asleep. Before that, Augilia left the book to the most powerful Odette ever.

Odette stayed in the human kingdom, silently accompanying the resurrected people. He hopes that this country will regain its glory and be endless. He tells them the stories of the past, teaches them to record today and the future… One day in the future, the descendants of the survivors will find prisons and meet the demigods, and they can tell him: We have survived and we have forgiven you. , We are willing to let you come back.

Due to the exhaustion of the soul and body, Odette also fell asleep somewhere, and disappeared from people’s impressions. The book remained in the hands of the human recorder. After several generations, it stopped writing on the last piece of parchment.

It was not officially named for the first time until it had its first real reader. The first half of the book depicts darkness and chaos and was named “The Chronicles of the Midnight”; the second half of the book records the various experiences of the Silver Griffon nation and its friends, so it is called “Silver Odes.”

After a long time, this book has gradually been forgotten by most people. Prior to this, it has affected many documents and unhistorical histories handed down in the early days. Those records have their own deviations. Later generations will continue to have differences in understanding when reading. Many things have been passed on from generation to generation, and they have long been passed down.

For example…about the bloodline of the silver griffin, and about the way to lift the curse…

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Burris curled up under the stone gate, struggling several times, and couldn’t even stand up. The moment the spell was completed, he experienced the taste of hemiplegia for the first time.

Countless information rushed in his brain, almost taking away the brain’s instinct to control the body. He sternly ordered himself to concentrate in his mind, and did not dare to relax for a moment. After doing this for a long time, he could finally move his hands and feet a little. If he gives up self-control and allows the huge amount of information in his mind to expand freely, he may lose consciousness, forget his purpose, and even forget himself.

After an unknown period of time, he sat up on the wall, still dizzy. He had a similar feeling before… About twenty years ago, several adventurers found a spell book from the ancient ruins. The protections and curses in the book are shocking. Probably the original owner needs it every day. Give it a new spell, and the spells every day are more vicious and dangerous than the day before. It’s okay to say what the burning or corrosive effect is. The most troublesome are the curses that affect the mind. Before the book was sent to the high-level office of the Hilda Academy, it had successfully driven seven or eight wizards crazy.

Burris battled wits with the magic in the book all afternoon. In the end, he succeeded in resisting the confusion, the book put away the edge and surrendered to him. Later, he had tinnitus all morning and a headache all day. Fortunately, the knowledge in the spell book was of great significance, and this small price was worth it.

To be honest, the adverse reaction after the cast today was not as serious as that. Burris’ extraction technique was very successful. He successfully got the information he wanted without affecting his health…

Oddly, when he tried to recall the information he had received, he involuntarily began to cry… and even gradually progressed to crying.

There is only him…and a corpse. No one saw, no one knew, no one believed that Master Burris Gelshaw would secretly cry in the underground ruins.

He was sad and surprised. In his vague vision, a childhood scene appeared: He didn’t remember much at that time, and he hadn’t heard of magic. He walked in the wind and snow, bowed his head, squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and held his mother’s hand tightly.

When she walks slowly, he sticks to her side, and when she walks fast, he trots to follow her. He is hungry and cold, but he does not want to complain to his mother. He thinks that children should follow the adults, and the adults will definitely protect him forever…

Until the man picked him up-probably because he was walking too slowly-there was a blank in his mind and suddenly he began to cry.

Because the person in front of him… is not his mother at all.

He walked with the “mother” for days and nights, never crying or making trouble. He loves “she” so much and relies on “she” so much. He is worried that “she” will fall ill and that “she” will abandon himself… In order to endure hunger and fatigue, he fantasizes about sitting by the fire with his mother at home His relatives and friends reunited around. They stayed away from the cold and hunger, and lived happily ever since… He lived through the warmth of his fantasy for so long, and now it’s dawn, the snow has stopped, and the fantasy picture seems to be coming The closer he got…but he found that he didn’t even know the people around him.

This man is a pharmacist, in a sense, his first teacher. It took a few years for him to gradually understand that he was too young to understand the death of his parents.

The pharmacist did not hurt him, nor was he afraid of the pharmacist himself. What he is afraid of is unfamiliar, unknown, and life beyond his control.

By the time he was a boy, he could hardly remember what happened when he was a child. Most children don’t remember how they were when they were young unless an adult recounts and reminds them repeatedly. The experience in the wind and snow has completely sunk into the depths of his memory.

Until the pharmacist brought him to Yrill’s side, the indescribable sense of fear appeared again. But this time he grew up, and he knew how to overcome fear.

He did not lose control or even resisted. He strives to grasp the pace of his advancement, and every day he must figure out how to go next.

From the beginning of contact with arcane arts, to betraying his mentor, to being taken by the temple knights into a prison wagon… He never recognized the people he missed around him, and never relied on the fantasy fire to warm him.

He no longer assumes the past, he only plans for the future.

Looking back now, the appearance of the Bone Maharaja was like a dream.

The man took him through the dangers and out of the severe cold, a bit like his imaginary relative, a bit like the pharmacist back then, and a bit like the kind of person he had quietly longed for since he was a child…

What kind of person is “some kind of person”? He also couldn’t tell. Probably someone who can listen to him talk about the future, and someone who can trust each other…

Burris forced his memories away and stabilized his mind. When he raised his head again, he saw Lot’s phantom in the air.

The skeletal prince, Lotbard, this man rescued him from the lake, took him through the cold, invited him to dance at the royal ball, imitated romantic novels with a smile on his face, and said that he would live with him forever in the tower of the mountains of no return …

Whenever Burris imagined a scene with Lott, the scene would be swallowed by “Chronicles” and “Ode Collection”.

Lot’s smile was reflected in the bubble. The magical runes connected into thorns, and bone-colored spikes grew on the thorns. The foam was punctured by the spikes and turned into an ancient battlefield burned by wildfire.

The demigod with black corners looked at the bones everywhere and wailed silently in the center of the hurricane.

Just like when I was young. The mage raised his head, squinted his eyes, and took a closer look…then, his mind was blank, and he almost lost his sense of panic.

who are you?

I have been chasing all the way till now…who is it?

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Before waking up again, Burris felt like he was falling from a height.

The feeling of falling during sleep is normal, which at least shows that you are sleeping, not unconscious. He quickly got up, a little embarrassed to pack away the magic equipment.

He was ashamed and afraid. I am ashamed that I have made a lot of mistakes that old people easily make: arrogance. Just now he thought that the spell was cast perfectly, and he judged that his health had not been affected…It does not seem to be the case now.

His casting process is indeed rigorous, and the adverse symptoms that appear are relatively mild, but it is light to light, it is still very dangerous… He lost control, cried, and fainted again… The abnormal feelings he experienced were all extraction techniques. And the surprise that the ancient book gave him.

What he feared later was that if the symptoms were more serious, his self-control would be even worse… Maybe he really wants to taste the permanent decrease in IQ.

The thought made him laugh. In the past, he felt that his IQ had dropped, usually when talking to Lott.

Lott always choked his IQ with wonderful logic, which made him feel like he was really only twenty years old, and he was fighting with his peers, even flirting…

Thinking of Lott, Burris calmed down, remembered seriously, and finally found the reason for Lott’s sleep from the information he had obtained.