Twenty Sided Dice

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Humk pierced Felton's chest with his greatsword and stabbed it out from behind. The chief disciple of the Kasper division died under the siege of the heroes of Heimland. His body gradually shrank, eventually shrinking into a middle-aged man with sunken eyes, withered muscles, and thin, seemingly undernourished for a long time.

"This is his true face," Siegel said after looking at it, "I have to say, plus the need to maintain the appearance of the southern lord Felton, he can maintain three partial deformations at the same time, which is really amazing. "

The dwarf Locke shook his head, wiped the blood from his beard with his hands, and said, "This is pure evil! I have seen more monsters and killed more. What can he do if he changes? But It's opportunistic."

Siegel was noncommittal. Masters who are proficient in transformation are either very ordinary or very powerful. The sorcerer in front of him has just stepped on the road of being a strong man. The dwarf Locke is right, this is indeed an opportunistic method - the power of the mage lies in creation, forging a path that no predecessors did, rather than simply imitating. It is true that there are countless examples of strange creatures to learn from, but no matter how deformed it is, it is impossible to surpass the original.

But on the other hand, what Dwarf Locke said was also wrong. When a mage can transform into a dragon, transform into a titan, or transform into an angel and a demon, such a body, coupled with the ability to cast spells, is almost irresistible. Therefore, there are many mages who are strengthened by the transformation system, and in the association of mages, under the influence of the traveling collector William Master, the proportion of mages who study the transformation system is higher.

"We had an advantage in numbers. He was killed by siege. As a mage, he is already very good." Siegel said: "There are many such enemies in the Knox Common."

"You like deformed perverts?" Locke's mouth crooked, and he spit on the ground: "I don't like my original bloodline, but I want to disguise myself as other monsters. I really can't understand these perverted thoughts."

Elf Leia stepped forward, the longbow in her hand never loosened. There is always a feathered arrow on the string. "Siegel, what about the southern lord's coalition?"

"I've figured it out," Siegel said. "Take all his belongings and send the body back. I'm afraid the southern lords will need time to digest the facts before them and tell them that I will be with them at noon tomorrow. new representative to negotiate. This matter…”

He looked at his companion beside him. None of them are suitable messengers. Siegel shook his head helplessly, and then said, "I'll do it myself, they don't dare to treat me like that."

"Everything has to be careful." Elf Leah said.

Hunk pinched his sore shoulders and finally found an opportunity to speak: "Can I be responsible for finding the spoils?"

Siegel patted his shoulder and nodded with a smile. Then guide Humke to find valuable and useful things. "I'll keep the caster armor for a while to study it. It looks like an elf's craftsmanship, isn't it Master Leia?"

The elf shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Humks prefer sharp claws and sharp teeth to their shells. The orc first picked up Felton's longsword with longing, only to find that it was only a masterwork, and it had been shattered by Siegel's stardust, revealing the wand hidden inside.

"It's actually a wand," Siegel asked for it, and said to Hunk, "you want a good weapon. I'll make one for you, a longsword or a greatsword. Look, send a messenger over there. coming."

From the southern coalition formation, a rider came toward the duel field with a white flag. He was wearing taut leather armor, and he had no weapons on his body or on his saddle. This is a messenger used in wars to communicate between two sides. Siegel held his long sword in his hand and waited quietly for him to come. Meanwhile, Hum was feeling every pocket of the corpse with his large hands. "Maybe he has space bags with treasures in them!" he thought optimistically.

The messenger was a handsome young man, radiant with pale blond hair and trimmed beard. He sits on a horse. Condescendingly glanced at the duel arena, then fluttered off the horse and bowed slightly to salute Siegel.

"Respected lord baron, I would like to speak on behalf of the coalition of the southern lords." The young man said: "The duel is over, please don't desecrate the dead body."

Siegel shook his head and responded: "This is not a duel, but a carefully planned hunt. I am the only mage lord in the New World at present. I don't know if the person who fought with me really has the status of a lord. Grab his sword when you go back. Let the lords look at the wand hidden inside and think about who the **** was sent to the duel."

"No matter what the enemy is, a knight should serve as a good moral example."

"While I'm not at home, you lead troops to attack my wife, threaten my unborn child, and what are you talking about as an excellent moral example?" Siegel captured the other's eyes tightly, suppressing the messenger's emotions , the opponent was quickly defeated. The messenger turned pale and involuntarily touched the empty belt several times. His weapons were all left in the camp, and there was nothing to comfort him.

"Is there any one of you qualified to talk to me now?" Siegel said, "Does your coalition still have a unified command? Or find a brain smart enough to understand what I'm about to say? Peace or war in the southern region will be decided in the next period of time. I can only advise you: Get out while it's still too late!"

"I will convey this matter." The messenger looked at Siegel stubbornly, trying to lift his head. The dwarf Locke snorted, touched his shiny head and carried the warhammer. Thinking that he would be attacked, the young messenger quickly took two steps back. This clumsy performance made the lords of the Southern Allied Forces sigh, and pessimism began to spread like a disease.

"The lord coalition hopes to get Felton's body back and let him be buried. In any case, he also fought for the interests of the southern lords, and there should be a tomb and an inscription."

"First, this is a sorcerer disguised as Felton. His purpose is to provoke a fight between the Confederate Army and me. If you still can't see this, then there is something wrong with your brain, or you are still deceived. He's a fool. Besides, it's not a good choice to be buried in the soil, unless you have the ability to exorcise the curse. Otherwise, his corpse is best cremated." Siegel deliberately scare him: "Mage who are proficient in transformation can use a variety of methods. , the deformed body can also cause damage after death, such as poison, plague or curse. If you can handle it, then I am not against burial. Otherwise, it is better for me to do it. However, you can send someone to examine the body of the deceased , to verify that what I said is the truth."

"We will. But I can't control the cremation. I can only leave it to the lords to make a decision." The knight nodded and bowed slightly to Siegel. Then get on your horse as fast as you can, turn around and ride away. The half-orc laughed twice at the figure that left him. He had finished the search and showed Siegel the items one by one.

"He didn't have a space bag, and he didn't take the spell book with him." Siegel said: "Maybe these things are in the southern coalition, and I hope there will be a chance to come over."

"How is this possible?" Elf Leia shook her head, feeling incredible.

"We need to improve the situation of the death curse. If all goes well, we will have the sorcerer's stuff." Siegel replied as he checked his belongings.

The first is a worn ring. But the magic energy contained in it is extremely powerful. Siegel recognized that it was a magic item used to cast the rainbow light orb, and it only needed to keep rubbing the ring with his fingers and follow the words on the spell to activate it.

"It's a good thing," Siegel said. "Let me study it to see if I can improve its utility, and leave it to Janet. I'll pick this one first, and you'll have the rest."

"It's no use for me to keep these things." Dwarf Locke said: "I have enough weapons and armor on my body, you can divide it slowly, I'll go back first. The beer in the Shield River Bar is calling me, if all It's all for the newbies and the rookies. That's bound to lead to fights."

After speaking, he put the hammer on his shoulders and swaggered into the tunnel. Walking from the ground saves distance, but he still likes the feeling of being underground.

finally. Siegel got a ring, a wand, and a few scrolls, Leah got a brace on Felton's arm to increase speed, and a few small test-tube potions became his possessions. The orc gave up all the miscellaneous items and threw them to Siegel, he only asked to be able to make him an "invincible" sword as soon as possible.

After the messenger returned, the lords had a heated argument. Who will be in charge of the overall situation, and what tactics will be used next in this battle? Several respected lords looked at each other, none of them willing to accept this thankless job. No one thought that Sir Felton was actually a mage. How long has he been hiding his identity? They dared not ponder the cause of the battle for fear of becoming what Siegel called the bewitched fool. Many people are thinking about how to carry out the next battle under the current situation.

The discussion went on for a long time, and anxious expressions climbed onto the faces of every lord. Some people use wine to drown their sorrows, and some people wander. Ser Felton was able to make his men charge without sacrificing, but other lords had their own plans. Defeating Myr City is fine, but the real reward actually comes from the Striped Mountain Gold Mine. Keheim Land has long since included the Zebra Mountain Gold Mine into the protected area with arrow towers and city walls, and strengthened it with the power of magic, so it is not easy to capture. Felton has always assured them that after the siege weapons are completed, UU Reading www.uukanshu. There will be a great turnaround in the com war situation, and Myr City will be in their pockets. But no one knows what exactly he planned.

After speaking in a low voice to someone, Sir Brown walked to the front of the map and said to the lords: "We are fighting the enemy now, and our morale is at a disadvantage." He said, "I will not let my soldiers die foolishly. "

"Is it just waiting? Will victory fall from the sky on its own?"

"On our own, of course not. But the idea is not wrong." Baron Brown stepped forward, and the chain on the armor made a crisp sound: "I will hold a grand ceremony tonight, praying to the **** of warriors, only The gods give blessings to refrain from terrible magic."

"Are you sure this works?" said one of the lords. He then realized the error in his language and quickly corrected it: "The power of the warrior **** is far greater than that of a mage, but can you really ask for a blessing?"

"Piety and practice are our language, and it has always been the case. The belief in the New World is barren, but every one of us in the Leslie family has been a believer of the warrior **** since ancient times." He finally said: "You can do whatever you want. All right, but don't fight head on. Leave the castle to me, and the trebuchets blessed by the warrior **** will destroy the newly built walls." (To be continued.)