Twenty Sided Dice

Following the grayish-white shadow in front, Siegel kept walking through the alleys of Bacon Town. He could clearly feel that the route they were walking was very regular, avoiding all patrolling guards and hostile gazes. Siegel is now dressed as an Orc, but without any Horde or Legion insignia—all taken off at Shadow's suggestion. Siegel is equivalent to no identity card, and if he encounters a slave hunter orc - which is very common in the Suntear Wasteland - he is likely to reveal his identity.

"Lin Ke has already betrayed you." The shadow said: "He leaked your whereabouts, and now a team of orcs has gone to the accommodation area to try to arrest you, and soon the entire Bacon Town will be closed, and only entry is not allowed. Out. The reason given is to welcome the return of General Kaka."

"How did you know?" Siegel had a hunch before, but remained skeptical.

"We have been observing the whole town from the sky. Every conspiracy, every word is under our surveillance." The shadow replied: "But don't worry, we don't report to the sorcerer, he is our enemy."

Siegel's hand touched the dragon's tooth dagger, and then let it go. He has not yet mastered the spell of the spirit world weapon, and the dagger alone may not be able to kill the shadow. Along the way, he also discovered that the shadow had no entity at all. It can pass through orcs, and things like walls, ground, etc. won't affect his movement in any way. And apart from Siegel, no other person could perceive the existence of this shadow. Many people can feel ghosts and other undead creatures shivering and their hair standing upright when they approach. But the shadow in front of Siegel did not cause such a reaction at all, as if it only existed in the mage's own world.

The only one who can constantly monitor the village and town in the sky is the cloud of resentful spirits, but the shadow in front of him does not have any negative emotions, nor does he feel the power of evil. Although it is not evil, it is definitely not good, because a good person will make people feel close and gentle, which is not felt in the shadow. It is like a whitewashed canvas, all the pigments, whether it is joy, anger, sadness, or madness, greed, have faded away, leaving only deep imprints. "Why does the cloud above your head carry so much hatred, but you don't?"

"One restless soul will make the room gloomy, ten restless souls will make the village gloomy, and a hundred restless souls are helpless even your priests, so what about one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred million? "Speaking of these words, the color of the shadow gradually became darker, more and more like lead. Siegel became nervous, chanting a spell to dispel evil in his heart, ready to activate it at any time.

The shadow shook, a wisp of black smoke floated from him and dissipated in the sky, and the shadow's figure returned to its original white color. Siegel listened to him and continued: "We have a great hatred in our hearts, but we can't resolve it ourselves. The sorcerers use their own ways to help us express our resentment, but we don't fully agree with them."

"Can't the Temple of the Dead help you? The **** of death manages all ghosts and resentful spirits. If they can't, the Lord of Dawn can also purify souls. Although that method is similar to annihilation, it is also a way out."

"They are not our gods." The shadow said, "Our gods have been with us all the time, and are equally powerless."

Siegel continued to ask, but the shadow no longer responded to him, only saying "it's not time yet". But when is "it's time"? Siegel has always disliked this mysterious way. He likes to get to the bottom of the question until he finds the answer to the question, so he prefers to be a mage rather than a priest. Of course, he kept praying to the God of Storms and the Squid Saint, never getting a response, and he never thought of becoming a priest.

Even if no orcs came to question him, Siegel felt that the tension in the town was starting to increase. In less than five minutes, he saw three well-armed orc patrols. They were driving the street pedestrians, especially the ragged slaves, throwing them one by one into the quagmire of the street. The patrol shouted, "Get out of the way for General Kaka! All the untouchables get out!" Several orc guards looked in Siegel's direction, but their eyes could only catch the small piece of his robe that disappeared into the corner. Led by the white shadow, Siegel drifted through the town like a ghost, and finally stopped in front of the ruins of a house destroyed by fire.

Shadow walked into the charred ruins, pointed to a collapsed cabinet next to the foundation, and said, "This is a relatively fragile projection location for spells, and there is a cellar below, where you can avoid weapons. You have to hide in it until tomorrow. Until the first sun shines."

"I thought you were going to take me out of town, not hide like a mouse."

"If Lin Ke didn't betray you, it would be safe outside, because no orc would care about a half-orc walking alone." The shadow said: "But now, the orcs who are hunting you have set off, and they still have wolves riding. On the snowy field You can't outrun them, and your magic will cause waves. There's only one fake witch offering in Bacontown, but there are a few real ones outside. They'll follow the waves of the spell to find your hiding place."

"But wasn't I just in the area where the spell works? I didn't forget the resentful spirits above my head."

"Yes, all living creatures cannot be safe from the erosion of resentful spirits, but you are possible." The shadow pointed to Siegel's chest, which was exactly the position of the twenty-sided dice: "Through it, you can change Become undead so we won't affect you."

"What! Can you see this dice? What is it for? Why is it on me?" Siegel looked at the dice and found that the number 12 was already lit up and ready to use. "Undead body", which is the role of this side of the dice, can turn Siegel into a skeleton or a zombie, or as the user's strength increases, he can become more types of undead. Siegel was very shocked. He didn't know why this side was activated. There were too many questions in his heart. So he hurried forward and even stretched out his hand to grab the shadow, but as expected, he grabbed an empty one. The shadow shook, and the voice was as calm as ever: "You are one of the four, and the dice is the key to communicate the past and the unborn. When you know your real name, you can know everything."

Shadow waved his fingers, and the fallen cabinet slipped out, revealing the secret door below. This ruin should have been a tavern in the past, and the remains of the tables and chairs and fragments of pottery plates are faintly visible. There may be a cellar under the door, or a secret passage. You have to go down to find out. Shadow finally said to Siegel, "Hide well, Mage, you are safe down there."

"Hey, I don't understand what you said, explain it to me in detail! What is my real name? My name is Siegel-Squid! What does one of the four mean, and who are the other three?" Question after question, but Shadow never answered. After showing the secret door, the shadow gradually became dim and blurry, like a puff of blue smoke, and began to slowly dissipate.

"At least you have to tell me what your name is, I can't call you Wraith!"

Before the shadow disappeared, the last reply came: "We are the shadow of the dead."

There were rapid footsteps not far away, as well as the sound of weapons colliding with armor. Siegel knew it was the running noise of the orc patrol, as loud as a wake-up call to slaves and beggars—and to a "fugitive," Siegel thought. If Lin Ke reported it, there was nothing wrong with him. After all, he was indeed a member of the Association of Mages, and he and the orcs were already in a hostile camp. But what would Lin Ke say, how would he explain why I was pretending to be a witch sacrifice? If it were me, I would say that the sorcerer killed the shaman and forced the people of the village to listen to him or cast evil spells. Maybe also put the fact that Stone Village didn't send someone to join the Legion on me, to make it all seem reasonable. Siegel didn't know how Lin Ke would feel when he reported his human race to the orcs. Maybe his face was still human, but his blood was long gone.

Siegel thought, but his men didn't stop at all. He opened the secret door and used the slightest magical energy to light up a finger-sized ball of light, capable of illuminating the steps below the secret door. The bottom is indeed a wine cellar, well preserved in the fire, but a thick layer of charcoal ash has accumulated. Siegel left the Raven familiar outside, hiding it in the dark beams of the ruined tavern, shadowing him. He stepped into the wine cellar and closed the secret door behind him. He then cast a spell on the secret door through the raven's eyes, re-covering the surrounding debris over the door and erasing the trail of traces after he entered the house. The footsteps of the orc patrol approached the ruins, and after a brief glance, they found nothing. So they didn't stop at all, and disappeared in the distance with a bang. Siegel breathed a sigh of relief and began to look at the hiding place.

In addition to the large and small jars filled with ale, there are also two bags of turnip roots, a bag of barley flour, a small bag of dried apples, and a few strings of smoked sausages. However, there is nothing to spark or illuminate, and like dwarves, orcs have darkvision, and it is normal that there are no lights in the cellar. Maybe the owner of the tavern died in the fire, so no one came back to clean up these things, but it was cheaper for Siegel~www.novelmt.com~ He moved the bag as a seat, and used the light after the key space was opened to illuminate. Siegel has an idea, if he stretches his hand into the space to cast a spell, will the magic wave still come out? As long as it is not a spell related to opening, folding, or expanding the space, it should not cause the failure of the key space. He tried it, and the spell still worked, but there was no fluctuation.

In this way, he can use this time to make his magic weapon. First, the flame magic weapon, and then the curse magic weapon, at least to relieve the embarrassment of not having a magic wand and casting materials. The production of magical instruments is not static, everyone will add their own understanding of spells, and Siegel is no exception. Siegel is not good at casting fireballs, rockets and flame rays, but he has a lot of experience in summoning creatures with flame energy. When making fire instruments, strengthening element shaping is the main direction of production.

Cursing instruments are mainly based on the spells of blood magicians, focusing on creating fear and spiritual fantasy. The blood magician's spell book also records many curses on the enemy's body, such as flesh and blood festering, organ necrosis, choking and suffocation. Siegel memorized the spell's spell, but didn't like the style. Therefore, he did not have these spells in his curse instrument, but added illusion techniques to form his own spell style.

Time flies fast when one is concentrating, and the sun rises late and sets early in winter, and the twilight has already risen on the horizon. There was a message from the familiar that the orc general was entering the city, and many orcs were moving towards the south gate. Siegel thought for a while, and ordered Raven to take a look, but be careful to hide his whereabouts~www.novelmt.com~ Welcome to reading, the latest, fastest, and most popular serial works are available at~www.novelmt.com. com~. ;