Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel travelled lightly, changing out of his crimson mage robes and wearing only a light grey leather jacket with plenty of sewn pockets. On the right side of the silver belt hangs the space bag, spell material bag, wand and healing potion, and on the other side is a delicate long sword. The space bag and key space are loaded with some supplies, but the rest of the lot is magic related. Special ink for making scrolls, parchment, alchemy tools, and various materials. After Siegel's first trip to the north, he finally had a clear understanding of what a mage should do in an adventure, no longer an abstract concept seen in books. When he set foot on the journey again, he made all kinds of preparations and thought of countermeasures from the spirit and magic.

When Siegel set off, he found that it was not Marjorie who brought him the horse, but the giant Kerry standing happily at the gate of the city. He led two almost identical silver-white horses, complete with saddle and luggage. The giant also donned inlaid leather armor, complete with longbow, javelin, net, machete and ice spear.

"Myrcella said that I won't be needed for this trip to the West." Kerry smiled cheerfully: "She said that I haven't acted recklessly for a long time, so let me help you."

It can be seen that the giant is happy from the heart. If there was one animal to describe him, Kerry was the unrestrained eagle in the sky, the creature in the free sky that defied the earth, and using him as the geese leading the team would kill that passion. Myrcella saw this and used this reason to let her husband leave.

Another reason is Siegel. The Black Wolf Princess knew that in the future development of the Jackdaw tribe, the mage Siegel would play a very important role, and it was even more crucial to continue to deepen the hard-won relationship between the two brothers. She wouldn't tell Kerry for that reason, because she liked her husband still looking carefree, with as few shackles as possible on the eagle's wings.

Siegel wanted to understand this section, raised his hand high and gave Kerry a high five, and said in high spirits: "What are you waiting for, there is still a grassland to cross!"

"Let you see our horses, and feel what the power is like!" Kerry replied.

After all, the two rode on the white horse. Set foot on the road to the Black Blood Castle. As Kerry said, these are really two great horses, and when they run, they gallop like a torrent, their white manes and long tails fluttering in the wind. Four hooves fly. Neither hard ice nor soft snow can affect its speed in the slightest. As the two white horses ran, the hot air exhaled from their nostrils formed a trail of smoke in the air, slowly drifting in the direction behind them. Not just the speed, but the endurance of the two horses is also amazing. Even after several hours of continuous galloping, the two horses did not look tired. They quickly crossed the outer defenses of Waterdeep. Two long white shadows were left behind in the exclamation of the patrol sergeant; then they crossed the frozen river again, and the loose ice layer that had begun to melt could only crack behind them, but could not catch up with the four-hoofed Ben Okay; the speed of the two horses slowed down slightly until they encountered a mud pond, but then Siegel waved his wand and ordered the air elements to gather around the mount, making the two horses agile, and the speed increased again. .

Throughout the day, the two horses kept advancing, quickly leaving everything behind. people you meet on the road. Whether it was the soldiers of Waterdeep City or the riders of other grassland tribes, they all stopped and watched the two riders. In the face of this amazing speed, they only feel ashamed to make any movement, including stepping. The sun rose from the east, crossed the sky, and watched them fall from the west, two thin silver lines running straight across the grassland. Ignore any obstacles, there is no difficult terrain, and it simply and rudely defies the power of the earth. Horses of the Wind, that's the name that witnesses gave them.

The two rode in the afterglow of the setting sun. I didn't stop to rest until the twilight came over. The two horses put their riders down gently and well, and Siegel felt that his whole body was about to fall apart. Kerry smiled and unsaddled, unloaded all the luggage, and let the two horses walk freely. Siegel waved. The surrounding hay was pulled from under the snow, pulled to the ground in front of him and gathered into a ball, and then spontaneously ignited without wind. Siegel took out what looked like charcoal from the space bag and threw it into the fire. The flame burns steadily, glowing warmly and brightly in the dark night.

"Okay, it's time to start warming the food," Siegel said. "Brother. What would you like to eat?"

The giant Kerry was still carrying a black pocket in his hand, and was stunned when he heard Siegel's words: "This will do? Don't you need to burn horse manure?"

"Also, at least lighten the load on your side." Siegel said with a smile.

"It's really convenient to be a mage." Kerry thought about it, he couldn't take the dung fuel from here to the City Wall Mountains, right? He opened the pocket, and there were really pieces of dry dung cakes, which could burn by themselves after a while on the fire. However, this kind of burning flame is not big, just a short flame, it is impossible to use for barbecue, but it can burn for a long time, and it is difficult for the wind to blow it out.

The horse's feed was the heaviest load on Kerry's body, and because of the long journey, he brought all the concentrate he had saved, including oats, bran, carrots, and some apples. Among the grassland tribes, horses often eat better than humans, because riders know that horses are their life, and they cannot hunt, fight, or escape without a mount. Even with such a good feed, Kerry still broke apart his gluttonous minced meat, crushed it and sprinkled it in the feed. "You work harder, eat more," he said.

Siegel is also prepared, and the advantage of the space bag is reflected. No matter how bumpy it is, the eggs in the space bag will never break. The two horses who smelled the fragrance ran back quickly, and they even knew how to nod to them before they started to eat. Siegel was amused, he took out another bottle of honey and poured it into the feed. Under Kerry's questioning, the mage took out the best brown ale again and gave it to the two horses with the skins. Only after that did the riders start preparing their own meals.

The familiar of the night vigil, it has been hovering in the sky, and will not let any animals approaching. An early-wake snake tried to crawl over, but was killed by flames from a distance. The raven did not stop for a meal, but remained faithfully in the sky.

They set off before dawn. After seeing the horse's steed, Siegel has been thinking about how to cast spells to make the horse's abilities more perfect, and today is the time for experimentation. More targeted agility and floating spells are displayed, which not only reduces the weight but also reduces the wind resistance, and the distance covered in the new day is much more than the previous day.

After three days of marching in this way, they covered a distance that would normally take more than a week, and it was only then that the two horses showed signs of fatigue. "It is necessary to resume normal eating three times a day, and let the two horses regain their strength." He patted the horse's neck lovingly and slowed down the speed of riding.

A chill seeped into Siegel's neck, and he looked up sharply to the north. The silhouette of the City Wall Mountains is still on the horizon, but it is already faintly visible. A feeling that made his heart palpitate came from the direction of the City Wall Mountains. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew across Siegel's back, rolling up the residual snow on the ground, and the cold melted water hit the mage's face, and then flowed down like tears. There was a faint red light in the northern sky, which was an ominous sign. The mount raised its head and neighed, then twisted its head, and the horse's mane wiped the "tears" from the mage's face.

"No, we can't stop." Siegel shook his head, his voice very firm. "You have to move forward, keep moving forward."

"What's the matter, Siegel, tell me if you feel something?"

"Yes, bad things are going to happen." The mage replied: "The road ahead seems to be blocked by shadows, faintly warning those who want to move forward. But my friend is there, and I can't stop."

"But the horses don't last that long," said Kerry. "Not even the most gallant steed. Now there's only one option." He whistled and stopped both horses, then jumped himself. Come down and give the empty horse to Siegel. "There are only two such steeds in the world, and I have used them all for you. After the horses are changed, even if they are not as fast as the previous days, with constant rotation, you can keep moving forward."

"Then what do you do, walk on this prairie?" Siegel said: "This is the center of the battlefield, you can't retreat without a horse, and either side of the war can easily kill you. You are willing to do it for me A hunch, to take such a risk?"

"I am the king of the prairie, and I see this as a test of the three spirits. I am a jackdaw, and it will be me who will eat on the corpse in the end." After speaking, he began to unload supplies from the saddle. Choose the amount you can carry on your body.

Siegel stopped him and said, "Kerry, you are my brother for life if you can do this. But you misunderstand what it means to be a mage."

He took out the casting materials, rubbed them in his hands, and drew an arc in the air, letting them fall like starlight dust. "The so-called mage is to create a way out of the impossibility of others~www.novelmt.com~ A tall black horse gradually appeared in the starlight dust, and then the second one. The two horses are exactly the same, with black Its head and body, gray mane and tail, and a vague saddle-like shadow on its back. But looking at its hooves, it's not a real creature, because no animal would be smokey, Hoofs that also switch between dissipating and solidifying.

The Phantom Horse, a car that mages trust very much, was the best way to travel before mastering the shadow world and teleporting spells, and it was still used a lot after that. The phantom creatures are absolutely obedient, don't get tired, don't need feeding, run without even making a sound, and continue to improve with the wizard's spells until they gain the ability to fly.

The two white horses looked at the two black ones curiously, sniffed after sniffing the smell, and ignored the phantom condensed by the spell. Siegel smiled and said to a stunned Kerry: "There's enough transfer to try my horse." (To be continued.)

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still sad...