To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent - Chapter 89

It didn’t take long before Lott put Burris down. He is not tired, but the mage will be tired, and it will be uncomfortable to be hugged by hard things. It will be more tired than walking for a long time.

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

Arcane has not completely failed, but success and failure are uncontrollable. Many things in God’s Domain have become subtle and unpredictable. For example, the visual distance is not accurate, and places that seem far away may be reached by turning around, and things that seem to be within reach are actually separated by a vast space.

The topography here is also very wonderful. At first they walked on a Gobi. The sky was gray and dark clouds spread to the horizon. When Lot saw the green in the distance and walked towards it, the thick clouds disappeared instantly. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. If you look up, the sky is But there is no sun.

Lott had put Burris down, but he insisted that he must walk with the mage’s hand. Lott didn’t say it. He held the mage not only to be practical, but also to keep warm. He felt cold and uncomfortable. He was torn by invisible power every step he took.

He neither wanted to stay here forever, nor did he want to bring Black Lake back to the world, no matter which one he chose, he couldn’t protect his little mage.

He has a vague idea. If this idea is feasible, it may be able to break the deadlock. He is not sure of success at all, but he has no choice.

Burris took his hand and just followed him, barely speaking actively. They stopped and walked for a long time in an environment with almost the same scenery. Lot felt there were a few hours, but Burris said it wasn’t that long.

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

Burris is always silent, which makes Lot very uneasy. So he deliberately finds some topics to talk about, which can eliminate some anxiety and observe whether Burris’s state is normal.

Lott asked the mage if he was worried about the battle under the White Tower. Burris said no. After saying that, he just walked with his head down.

Usually Burris is not so difficult to communicate. He is the type who will take the initiative to speak clearly, and rarely get caught up in emotions and ignore people.

Lot hurriedly asked why, Burris laughed self-deprecatingly, and replied: “I don’t have the energy to worry about others. I’m just afraid.”

Lot frowned in spirit, now he has no eyebrows. “Actually you shouldn’t have been involved…”

“I didn’t mean that,” Burris said. “Even if I’m still in the mountains, who can run away if something happens. My lord, maybe it’s hard for you to understand. I’m just afraid of death… …Just like all old ladies and old ladies who have reached their age.”

Originally Lot wanted to correct and said: You are no longer an old man… But he thought that what Burris was afraid of was the corrosive nature of God’s Domain. This was a brutal force that mortals could not resist, and no one could not be afraid. He decided to avoid the discussion in God’s Domain and talk about dispensable topics.

He asked: “Are you afraid of death when you were young? For example, before you saw me for the first time, you were kept in a prison car. Are you also afraid?”

Burris said, “If I said, I was not too scared at that time, do you believe it?”

“Really not afraid?”

“Anyway, it’s not the fear I am now. Let’s put it this way, when I was young, I didn’t believe that I would die anytime soon. No matter how bad the situation is, there is still a trace of luck deep in my heart. I feel that I will 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 can’t think of the consequences.”

“Are you saying that people are more timid when they are old?” Lot wanted to tease him a little bit more, and the momentum is good now.

Burris thought about it for a while and said, “Do you remember that when I went to the Moor of the Dead to find you, I transferred my soul and used a bald, earless young corpse.”

“Of course I remember. By the way, why do you use a corpse?”

“After I got older, I didn’t know what to do,” Burris said. “In order to find you smoothly without making any mistakes, I decided to control a younger body.”

“Why, then your original body was sick?”

Burris smiled bitterly: “It’s not a sickness, it just has some common problems for the elderly. It will not die immediately, but it will make people worry about death every minute. Do you understand that every minute…every day before going to bed? I’m afraid I won’t be able to wake up tomorrow, I’m afraid that I can’t stand steady when I go down the steps, I’m afraid to get up immediately after sitting on the ground, I’m afraid I’ll never stand up again… While afraid of death, I deal with all kinds of daily chores casually…”

Lot didn’t know how to answer. For a while, he felt that these words did not resemble Burris’ style. How could this state of mind resemble a legendary archmage? It’s like an old man everywhere…

But then think again, how special can Burris be? Maybe all the old masters or old kings think so. The current president of the Austrian-French joint conference thinks the same way, and the old elves who have lived more than a thousand years think so too… but they didn’t say it publicly.

As Burris said, his body shuddered. “My lord, I’m…just like then.”

Lott’s heart tightened and wanted to find something easy to answer. Before he could think of it, Burris went on to say: “After you became younger, I was relieved temporarily. The relief was almost overwhelming.”

“I didn’t see you being overwhelmed at all,” Lott said. “I think you have always been shy.”

Burris completely ignored his molesting, and said: “Now…that feeling is back, and I’m afraid again. And…I don’t know I’m not normal…Is this a natural emotion? Or? …What is the Black Lake God Realm urging me?”

Lott changed from holding hands to clinging to the mage. “Oh, I am ashamed, Burris. I don’t know how to make you not afraid…”

In fact, Lott thought that Burris was in an abnormal state, but he didn’t want to say it. Burris has begun to erode. Talking about these in depth will only increase his fear.

In the realm of God, how powerless mortals are, even the respected old mage is now as fragile as a dead leaf in the wind.

Burris leaned on him and said, “You can do whatever you want. You don’t have to find a way to comfort me. You used to be able to take me from the Khiva River to Sandonia, and now you can definitely take me out of here. .”

“Okay.” Lott put his arms around him and squeezed his shoulders.

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

The night sky is pure black, without moon and starlight, but the earth is covered with frost that can only be seen on a full moon night. The vegetation disappeared, replaced by a long straight road, with half-human tall grass on both sides of the road endless.

Looking back, the Gobi at the time of arrival was gone, and there was still a long road behind him, and the distance was chaotic and unclear darkness.

After entering the “dark night”, Burris suddenly fell asleep.

Lott observed carefully for a long time, he really fell asleep, not fainted. If he shook him and called him, he would half open his eyes, answer something vaguely and casually, and then fall asleep again.

Lott had to pick up the mage again and continue along the long road.

The concept of time no longer exists. They will not feel hungry, nor can they judge the distance based on the number of steps.

Lott trudged on the desolate road for a long time, and finally saw a different scenery: the long road was cut by a cross, forming a steep cliff, the rift valley is about ten yards wide, not bottomless, and the two ends extend to the end of the field of vision. .

Lott stood on the edge of the cliff, and the void in the valley bottom was filled with red light, and the red light reflected on his black scales, making him as if he was wearing a flame-colored armor.

This is a huge purgatory power. Lott let the flame in his eyes go out, listening and feeling quietly, he saw the purgatory monarch rushing along the long road, cutting out huge cracks in the ground behind him, the blood and power of the devil kept peeling off, and some fell into the rift valley. In the endless void… Lot continued to pursue this power, floating slowly across the rift valley.

After both feet stepped on the opposite ground, the sky instantly brightened.

They were in a dense and ancient forest, the trees squeezed and entangled each other, and there was only a path for wild animals to walk on. Although it is daylight, the forest is still quite dim.

Burris woke up. Lott asked him how he felt, but Burris looked in a daze, and his eyes were out of focus for a long time. Lot is going to take him to move on. He neither expresses his attitude nor resists. His eyes are full of fear, but his expression is stiff and unreasonable.

Lott couldn’t help but wonder, could Burris no longer know him? He gave up the questioning and silently led the mage to move on.

The scenery in the forest is not static. I don’t know how long it has been, the lifeless dense forest gradually brightened up.

The damp soil turned into a greenery, the flowers replaced the dark thorns, and the leaves were like emeralds carved out of them, dazzling in the breeze.

Lott walked through the forest in early spring, down the **** full of wildflowers, towards the night, and into the basin.

In the basin is a sea of ​​flowers, and each flower floats with a dim green gleam, swimming slowly like a firefly, becoming a light source under the night sky. Here is the center of the forest, the eye of the storm, and the end of the Black Lake.

Lott stood alone in the sea of ​​flowers. Burris was gone.

The guards of the Black Lake and the purgatory monarch are here. Their remaining power slowly sinks, deposits like the heaviest object in the net in the center of the plane, and merges with the power of the undead in the black lake…This is where the Skeleton Lord first woke up.

Lott stretched out his hand and all the fireflies gathered around him.

He extinguished the ghost 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, an endless bright black mirror.

He floated quietly on the lake, the fireflies gathered under the water, forming two huge wings behind him.

Lott had imagined what it would be like to “inherit the power of the Black Lake” countless times before. He thought he would hear the voice of the guard of the Black Lake, maybe the voice of the purgatory monarch was also there, and he simulated a dialogue with the two very dramatic, and made up a bunch of very literary answering sentences, even the words could not be pressed. The rhyme was planned to be perfect…now, he couldn’t remember all of it. Even if he could remember it, he wouldn’t need it.

He couldn’t hear the exact voice, but could only feel the consciousness coming directly into his mind from the plane of the Black Lake.

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Augilia looked at the sky, the black spot seemed to move… she realized that it was a blink of an eye.

The dark spots faded suddenly, revealing a darker interior, and immediately closed again, returning to its previous appearance. Only Odette was left on the altar with a brown cloak. Both the mage and Lotbald were gone.

Augilia was still guarded against Siegefee despite her shock, and Siegefee did not continue to attack her.

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

There was a sudden sharp pain in her injured ankle, the pain returned to the heart against the blood flow, and it exploded on the heart suddenly, causing her to kneel on the ground with both feet soft. She gritted her teeth and unbuttoned a few buttons and found a finger-sized burn mark on her chest.

The trace was black spindle-shaped, exactly like the eyes of the sky. She looked at Siegfried. Griffon’s hair was too thick to see the skin on his chest. Judging from the way he was trembling, he should be experiencing the same thing.

She struggled to get close to the altar, wanting to see how Odette was going. At this time, a thunderstorm exploded in the sky, and the tower shook. The black spots in the sky flickered brightly and brightly, and a small crack broke on the edge, revealing the normal-colored sky behind.

There was another thunder, and the black spots were completely shattered. It splits into powder like dry leaves, forming black snowflakes and falling down.

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

After the black snow fell, the eyes from the sky completely disappeared. Augilia touched her chest, her body no longer hurt, and her burns were gone.

When she stood up cautiously, a whimper suddenly erupted behind her. She turned her head, and Siegerfeld raised her neck, flapped her wings, and cried wildly. It seems that Siegfried has also regained consciousness, and before his master kisses him, he got rid of his control.

Augilia stroked the Griffon feathers with a frown, wondering whether she should comfort him first, or curse him first to shut him up. Siegfried cried and suddenly suppressed his voice, as if choked by something. Augustia asked him what was going on. He tremblingly stretched out his front paws and pointed to the altar.

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

A comatose human was lying on the dragon. Siegfried remembered that man, that was their master’s ally, a kind little mage.

“Augilia, look… what is that…” Siegfried asked with a deep cry.

The girl replied blankly: “That’s our master’s mage.”

“I didn’t talk about him. I mean, the creature next to him… that’s… what…”

“A…suspected creature of Odette…”

The mage is still the mage, but the silver dragon does not seem to be the silver dragon anymore…

Odette is now a black and white striped dragon with metallic texture.

Griffin and the girl stared blankly for a long time, and finally couldn’t help screaming together:

“What’s wrong with the master? What’s wrong with Odette?!”

“What happened in the Black Lake?!”