Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); Constructing the teleportation channel is a delicate job, to balance the forces of the elements, and then join together to tear the stable structure of the original space, form cracks, and then establish new stability. Destruction is easy, controlled destruction increases the difficulty, and then at the same time builds stable passages - this is the difficulty of teleportation.

It's all about taking control.

Siegel drew his wand through the air in a circle, a small space hole forming under his magical power. But inside this passage is a dark void, a world without dimensions. There is no matter, no energy, or even the concept of time. This is the mezzanine of the space, just the entrance to the transmission channel.

Without the existence of an exit, this entrance can only be maintained for a moment, and then it will collapse silently.

Siegel rubbed his aching forehead. The more he tried to gain control, the harder it was to communicate with the elements and magical energy. It's like hitting a wall with a fist, the greater the force, the greater the anti-shock force.

He tried to calm himself down and walked to the window to look outside. From the study, you can see the busy people in the castle, and when you open the windows, you can hear the monotonous tinkling of the blacksmith shop and the neighing of the livestock in the stable. The maid by the well was amused by the joke of the stable boy; Moore, who was practicing swordsmanship, was reprimanded by the elf Leia, and was doing push-ups in the mud; the dwarf Locke was carrying the same size as him on his shoulders. The oak barrels, containing his favorite liqueur, swaggered across the courtyard.

He saw Janet coming out of the kitchen, walking in the direction of the castle. He saw her walking very slowly with the lunch box in her hand. The dragon girl Modesti followed her step by step, sipping her saliva while carefully looking around.

If you use the spiritual vision ability, you can see that the surrounding elemental energy forms a vortex, which is constantly being absorbed by Modesti. On the contrary, Janet's surroundings were calm, as if she was in the eye of a storm.

Eye of the storm? !

Siegel had an epiphany and suddenly realized something. For stable teleportation, he has been trying to build a static balance. Build a solid bridge. But there is another kind of balance in the world, that is dynamic and free, which can exist in the gap between madness and tranquility.

He stood up, and the teleportation spell blurted out. The wand in his hand stirs the power of the elements, connecting them end to end, and then swirls like a vortex. He threw the magical structures formed by the spell into this vortex one after another, no longer forcing control, but allowing them to form a relatively stable structure when they collided with each other.

The door that formed the entrance opened. Then it stabilized and didn't collapse in an instant, which is a major improvement. Siegel felt he could keep adding spells to the structure. May be able to form an export! He was ecstatic.

The magical force washed over his body, more violently than ever before. But under his control, there was not a trace of pain, instead it brought ecstasy and **. He widened his eyes, stared hard at the void, and projected his thoughts into it, thinking of creating a passage from it.

A bright light appeared in the darkness, jumping like a swimming fish. It left a fleeting trail in the void. It's hard to be locked into thoughts. Siegel remained focused, knowing that was the key to opening the teleportation exit.

The light spots are constantly making abrupt turns, forming sharp corners one after another. Siegel felt that the pattern was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The throne behind the bronze gate at the top of the red spire!

Siegel remembered that the pattern was similar to the traces on the throne, and it was exactly the same style. Could it be that the trajectories in the void are all recorded on the throne?

It was just a moment of distraction, and he immediately regained his focus. Maybe he complied with a certain rule unintentionally, maybe his control met the requirements, and the light spot stabilized and expanded rapidly.

A light curtain forms. Siegel was able to see the opposite scene through the void. It was a dark hall with a steel throne in the center, watched by the heads of countless monsters around. Different from what I saw last time, the dark pattern on the throne is exuding a faint green light. Spread to the ground of the entire hall, forming countless light trails.

"How did you get here?" Siegel was stunned. While teleportation can travel to places formed in the caster's mind, it cannot break through certain barriers. All magic towers will block teleportation, the castle of the high lord will also be equipped with a barrier to defend against teleportation, and the Holy Land of the Jackdaw Tribe can achieve a similar effect. This hall was originally behind the bronze gate, so it should be a closed environment. How is it possible to open the portal?

When he was wondering, the green light trail climbed out of the portal and spread to the study in Myr City. The surrounding elemental energy immediately became frantic and was absorbed frantically, forming a huge wind pressure. Siegel couldn't stop being sucked in, like a leaf falling into a swirling river.

Siegel pulled out the star dust and slammed it into the ground to stabilize his body, but it was useless! He staggered, feeling the pressure on him build up. The contents of the room were constantly being sucked in, and books were smashed randomly on his head.

The rune array in the castle felt abnormal, the protective spell was running, and the alarm bell rang. The green trails climbed outwards like vines, and finally touched the soles of Siegel's feet.

An electric current came from the soles of his feet, and Siegel's entire leg was paralyzed, making it more difficult for him to stand still. A strong wind hit him, and he was directly sucked up, his feet off the ground, and only the sword he grabbed was left to fix his body.

Siegel waved his wand angrily, mobilizing the surrounding elemental energy, constantly bombarding the frame that constructed the portal, trying to disrupt the balance of the spell. But all this energy is absorbed by the green plasma and turned into the purest electrical energy.

There is also a way to end the teleportation, and that is for the caster to reach the destination, completing the entire spell. Seeing that the walls and floor of the study began to collapse, turning into rubble and being sucked in. Siegel clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and made an instant decision.

He closed his eyes and shoved his message into Raven Balon's mind. He had heard footsteps outside the door, and Modesti was rushing over. If she is sucked in, then the entire castle will not have the ultimate defense power.

Unable to make the situation more troublesome, Siegel pulled out the star dust, let the power take hold of him, and was sucked into the portal.

The green plasma struggled to keep the door open, but was powerless to change the rules of magic. The entrance formed by elemental energy is closed, cutting off its source of power at once. It can only continue to corrode the ground, and then vanish in the face of Modesti's spewing icy power.

Janet followed her slightly bulging belly, and looked at the messy house with the dragon girl. "Where's Siegel? Where has he been?"

"There are traces of teleportation magic here, beyond the normal strength." Modesti sniffed around, frowned and said: "The electrical energy here is very strange, interfering with the transmission, so I don't know where he is going. already."

"Could it be the hands and feet of Knox's common master?" Janet asked very nervously.

"I haven't seen Knox's spells, so I don't know." Modesti waved her hand to stabilize the surrounding elemental storm. "But I think this teleportation is performed by Siegel - it's full of his scent - so the teleportation itself should be safe and won't hurt the caster. The only thing to worry about is what's on the other side of the teleportation, Could it be a dangerous environment."

Janet clutched her heart, her voice trembling, and asked eagerly, "How do you know? Which **** do you need to pray to?"

Modesti rolled her eyes, and suddenly came up with an idea: "Where is that black bird Siegel? If the magician's pet is fine, then the mage himself will be fine."

"Yes!" Janet shouted, holding on to the door frame, "Whoever sees Baron the Raven! Go find it for me!"

Just as the servants were looking around, the black bird flew over by itself. It stopped in Janet's palm, rubbed her little head, and curled up comfortably into a ball. Then it coughed hard, cleared its throat like a human, and said in a childlike voice, "I...I'll be back."

"Is that what Siegel told you to say?"

The raven nodded obediently, looked around with black eyes, and then stared straight at the bottle of ink that was lying on the ground.

Janet understood what it meant, and hurriedly prepared parchment and quill for the raven. Baron tilted his head with a pen in his mouth, and tried to write a few words, but everyone couldn't understand what those crooked characters were. The raven blinked, tossed the quill aside, and dipped his beak directly in the ink.

It made a "Bah, Bah!" sound while writing on the paper, writing down all the messages Siegel had left it.

Mostly some comforting words not to worry, then the dwarves' secret westward route and how to use the rune arrow tower. "I'll find a way to teleport back, don't worry. As long as Raven Balon is fine, that means everything is safe."

After Janet finished reading ~www.novelmt.com~, she gradually felt relieved. She took out a handkerchief to help the raven wipe the ink on the bird's beak, and then said to the servant who came over: "Lord Lord's teleportation magic movement is a little big, send someone to repair it. Before he returns from the Mage Association, this place needs to be restored to its original state. ,Understand?"

After explaining these things, she regained her calm expression, took Modesti's hand, and slowly returned to her room. Only here will she show her sad face.

Modesty lay on her back on the carpet, stirring her hair with her fingers, her eyes rolling. In order to break through the space barrier and find her father, teleportation spells are the type of spells she has always cared about most. She is familiar with the "smell" of most teleportation spells, although she is not yet able to cast many spells. The teleportation spell in Siegel's room was very unique and seemed to be a new type of unheard of.

While absorbing the elemental power of the territory, she tried to restore the magical environment of the study during her meditation. But I don't know what's missing, I can't always succeed.

It can only go on when Siegel comes back, Modesti thought. She stared at the raven Baron with her eyes of different colors, and a faint dragon's might floated over, deciding to scare it.

Unexpectedly, the raven was not affected at all, and let out a fierce scream, as if angry and mocking. (To be continued.)