Twenty Sided Dice

?The last time I left here, the village and town had just experienced war, and the orcs looted this place and established a camp. Later, the mountain cavalry eliminated the orcs here, but before the residents could return to their homes, they were attacked by the spirits again.

It was almost noon when they arrived, and there was a bleak cold all around them. The fields within a radius of several miles have long since become scorched, and only the charred remains of the house remain. The pure white snowflakes can't cover the black, which symbolizes ruin, but can only cover the carcasses of livestock that have been thoroughly decomposed, leaving only bone fragments.

Moore kicked the horse and walked to the front of the line. "There's no movement here, no one should have been here for a long time."

Siegel looked up at the mountain, "Is it true that the Black Blood Castle has not been restored and is still empty?"

The answer to this question can only be known after going up the mountain to check it out. When Prince Aaron evacuated, he took Viscount Braver-Slint with him, but he was never heard from again after arriving in Waterdeep. At that time, Siegel was avoiding contact with the prince and his party because he accepted the title of the pioneering knight of Waterdeep City, so he did not inquire about the fate of Viscount Slint.

However, I think that the Star Kingdom will not let the person who tried to kidnap the prince, and it is likely to take him across the sea and return to the country.

The group began to ride up the road, and finally saw the traces of the creatures in the col. Some Orcs who came from nowhere occupied this good shelter from the wind. They built houses from wood found in the ruins and local stones, and scraped together scraps of rags to make a roof. When they heard the sound of hooves, they had already hid, leaving only a can of hot soup with steam on the fire that had no time to go out.

Moore jumped off his horse and walked into the makeshift camp with his long sword in hand. "It's stewed with birds, maybe crows and the like, and other than that, it's grass roots and sweet straws."

"Leave them a small packet of salt and continue on their way," Siegel said. "We at least know the good news. This place has not been occupied by orcs."

If there were orcs here, these residents would surely be captured and used as slaves. There is no possibility of even living in a shack.

Black Blood Castle is now home to crows and lynx, who survey the three climbers with sly eyes. A yellow and grey lynx about the size of a hound tried to attack them from a height, but was nailed to the mountain wall by the elf Leia.

The screams of the lynx startled the crow away. They flapped their wings and quacked angrily. Their feathers joined together into black clouds, as if the spirits had regrouped to the zenith.

A few people were not interested in the current state of the Black Blood Castle, and turned their horses and walked towards the depths of the mountain. They walked through the narrow valley for two days, and finally turned into the dwarf dragon city. Here as always. Nothing has changed, but the white snowdrifts make this place solemn and quiet.

"I'm looking for an old friend," Siegel said. "It won't be in any danger. Wait for me outside."

Leah the elf nodded, and she gathered the horses together and used the magic of the ranger to soothe the weary animals. Moll unpacked and used his long sword to split the wooden fence left by the camp in the past. He wants to make a good fire and prepare dinner for the lord.

Pepper minced lamb and roasted rabbit with fennel and onions are as fresh out of the space bag as they are in, and bright red apples and orange tangerines to share with the elves. Moore warmed the food carefully while burning the fire. But until night fell and the stars filled the sky, Siegel still did not come out.

"Ms. Leah, will there be something wrong with the lord?" Moore asked worriedly. "This time he has to face the golem again. Wouldn't it be dangerous if it were a golem like the Dragon Lion Cliff?"

"No, he's measured." Leah smiled and comforted the young squire Moore: "Siegel's greatest strength lies in his ability to judge danger and react instantly. I remember when I was practicing martial arts, there were many He couldn't complete the elf pace even once, and he was about to lose his defense, but he was always able to regain his balance at a critical moment and turn the tide of the battle."

"That's right, my lord is a magical person," Moore said. "When he came to Heimland, many people were worried that there would not be enough food to feed everyone. It would not last for the next harvest season. But Lord Baron pointed his finger, and gold appeared in the mountains."

"Later, he destroyed the Freedom Knights and built the beautiful city of Myr. When the army of Shiro led the war. He won again, and won without paying any casualties. It only took a year. , our Heimland has been able to gain a foothold in the south, and no one will underestimate it!"

Elf Leia nodded and said, "Actually, the next test of war is the key to everything. If Siegel can persist until the day of victory, his rise will be unstoppable."

Moore blinked. Curiously asked: "Is this the prophecy of the elves?"

Leah shook her head, "I don't have the power of prophecy," it was just her feeling. "Are you going to wait any longer? Why don't you take advantage of this time to sleep first. I don't need to rest that long."

The attendant shook his head, he didn't seem sleepy. "By the way!" he said suddenly, "Ms. Leah, do you want some red night tea?"

"At this time?" The elf shook his head: "If you don't sleep, then I'll start meditating first."

The meditation of the elves is similar to the sleep of humans, but it is shallower and can be woken up at any time. Moore set up a small pot himself, boiled the tea leaves with boiling water, and savored them in the stars and night.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, everything was fine and he was still covered in blankets. Leah the Elf was warming up the leftovers from last night with embers, and she smiled kindly at Moll.

There was morning fog in the valley, but it all turned to frost when the north wind blew. Moore only felt that it was much colder than usual, so he hurriedly added firewood to increase the firepower. At this time, there was a slight vibration on the ground, which seemed to be a heavy and slow pace. Then, Siegel came out of the hole, his face full of joy.

Behind the mage, Rhett, the golem covered with moss and mushrooms, walked out slowly. It shaded the morning sun with its hands, stood on the edge of the shadow at the entrance of the cave and thought for a while, then turned and went back.

Siegel looked back and found that the golem carefully pulled the soil off his body, along with the mushrooms and moss, and placed it in a corner protected from light and wind. This greatly reduces its size, but its movements are obviously a lot more flexible.

"Hello. Someone's name is Rhett. As you can see, it's a golem." It said in a loud voice: "The mage persuaded someone to be a healer, so someone decided to follow him."

Elf Leah looked up and down the big man. From the manufacturing process, this is definitely the work of dwarves. But many places reveal the style of the dragon's coat of arms.

"I've heard of golems with certain intelligence, but this is the first time I've seen one that can perform magic." Leah stood beside the golem, stroked the body made of clay and metal with her hands, and asked: " Which **** do you believe in?"

"Someone doesn't know the name of the god." He shook his head, his doubts and confusion expressed in his voice. "Someone just knows that life is precious. More than anything else."

"Reid's situation is special. It gained faith from ideas rather than doctrines." Siegel said: "I will build a temple for you in Myr City, a temple without holy emblems. Wait until then. One day you will be inspired to know the name of the **** you believe in, and then consider hanging the holy emblem."

"Mage will keep his promise." Reid said: "Someone will keep his promise."

Compared with the battle at Dragon Lion Cliff, persuading the golem has become a relatively simple matter. Siegel prepared the draft before coming, and used his religious knowledge to persuade Red, hoping that it could use its power to protect life and protect the future.

When the ghosts shrouded the City Wall Mountains and the Black Blood Castle, the Valley of the Imprisoned Dragon was also affected. Many resentful spirits penetrated the thick mountain wall and accidentally came to the area where Reid was. These undead have nothing to do with the golem. All he could do was let out an unpleasant scream.

Reid observed carefully, and finally used holy light to drive away these resentful spirits. If there are still living beings in the cave, they will definitely be possessed by resentful spirits, lose control and kill each other. Rhett understood this, so he would join Siegel's team in order to prevent the spread of evil on the basis of serving the weak.

Another reason to persuade him to leave the cave was Heimland, a territory where humans, orcs, and dwarves lived together. This is very attractive to him, because he can get a good understanding of the different races in the New World. Siegel also promised to never let him be the subject of study, but instead to ask him questions about atheist priests.

"I don't get an answer to my prayers to any gods. It bothers me a lot," Siegel said to him. "Maybe you can answer my question, is there a connection between gods' names and beliefs?"

"Someone thought about it," Rhett said to him. "All gods should be respected, but above that is a steadfast soul and consistent behavior. Someone may not be able to find a proper god's name to hang on. above the temple, but its gates can still be opened."

Siegel summoned the phantom horse for the golem~www.novelmt.com~ and only this kind of magic horse can carry the weight of the golem. Red looked curiously at the mount made of black shadows and starlight, and stroked the smoky mane with his large, rough, hard hands. "It's weird, it doesn't have a soul."

"It's not surprising, the Phantom Horse is just made of magic," Siegel said.

"Like elemental creatures?" Reid asked suddenly.

"Yes, elemental creatures didn't either..." Siegel suddenly froze for a moment. It is generally believed that elemental creatures have no soul, only the instinct of activity. Different elements have different personalities and are also affected by energy fluctuations. But those powerful elements, such as the element elders, they have formed their own temperament, their own way of doing things, and they are no longer the same. Some of them can even convert to their beliefs and become worshippers approved by the gods, so do they have souls?

Similar to the elements, devils and angels, they are transformed by good and evil thoughts, evolving from low to high, and finally forming a vastly different individual. There are also records of the fall of angels and the ascension of devils in history, which have gone against the essence of their birth. What forces prompted this change? soul?

The question prompted both Siegel and Red to ponder. (To be continued.)