Twenty Sided Dice

Chapter 254: McGonagall three

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cpa300_4(); Siegel put his hands on the shoulders of the two and recited the incantation. The power of the elements forms a vortex, which stably creates a space channel. He walked over with the two of them, and in an instant they were outside the castle.

The teleportation spell caused a reaction from the detection circle in the castle, and some runes on the wall in the light tower lit up. The patrolling guards looked at these runes curiously, but did not know what they represented. Only Viscount Pulan frowned, looked at the warning thoughtfully, and then called the servant.

"Go to Mrs. Dampia's place and bring the monkeys in the cage and say I want them." Then he called his knight attendants and explained, "Let the guards gather and gather at the entrance of the Weeping Tower. Fully armed, put on amulets, and carry out arrest missions."

"Do I need to ride a horse?"

"Have you lost your mind in this heavy fog?" Viscount Pulan scolded, and then said, "Let's lead the horse, maybe it will be of use."

The three who left the dungeon landed in a farmstead and stood in the muddy fields. Not far behind, you can still see the vague shadows of several towers of the castle, and there are waves of bells gathering in the distance. There is still some error in the teleportation spell. Siegel was originally going to stop on a clean and easy-to-walk avenue, but now he is standing in the muddy water, and his feet are entangled by potato vines.

"Mage McGonagall, can you still tell the direction now?"

The female mage supported her knees with iron hands and stood up slowly. She looked around with excitement and took a deep breath of the moist air. When she saw the castle in the distance, her body trembled and she quickly looked away.

"You really decided to let me go?" she asked.

"You will be truly free when you hand over the Scroll of Moonlight Moya to me." Siegel said, "I will supervise the return of what you owe to the Mages Federation."

"There are not many mages who can use teleportation, even in the mages union. I have never seen your face, and I have never heard of it." McGonagall said: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter." Siegel said calmly, "Are you going to continue chatting here and wait for the assembly bell to ring and Viscount Purin's men to chase after him, or keep moving forward?"

"Will you summon the Phantom Horse?"

Siegel took out his wand and summoned three warhorses. He helped Mag on his horse. Let her lead the way. With the enhancement of Siegel's spell control ability, the strength of the phantom steed has also been improved, and the muddy ground has no effect on it now, and even the swamp will not slow it down.

The thick fog blocked the vision in front of the three of them. The black mud everywhere covered the road. The moon and stars in the sky were hidden behind dark clouds, making it extremely difficult to discern the path. Only people who are very familiar with the environment can find their way according to the tree growth and the architectural features of the roadside, others have only one fate to get lost.

With Mag leading the way, there was no risk of getting lost, but the fog seriously affected the speed of the advance. Siegel took out the elemental rune core. Summons two air elemental guards and let them use the ability of the whirlwind to force the surrounding fog to blow away.

The air elements work very hard, but they report that the fog here is extremely heavy, contains magical power, and is not a completely natural product. The two air elements work together to form a whirlwind around the three of them, but they can only sweep away the surrounding space with a radius of ten meters, or ensure that there is no obstruction in the distance of thirty meters in front.

This and the distance barely met the requirements of the three people, although the Phantom Colt could not move at full speed. But it's a lot faster than just pacing before.

The wind element made its way ahead, and Siegel illuminated the surroundings with his wand. Since the ghost fog swamp engulfed the wasteland, no one has seen the real environment obscured by the fog for a long time.

Contrary to what everyone imagined, the swamp is not the black mud, but soft mud mixed with green moss. The moss was pentagonal, not much larger than gravel, and dotted in the quagmire. When the horse's hooves step on it, the moss will hide under the soil, as if it has its own sense.

All the vibrations hide this weird plant, so only the element of wind blows the mist away. After expanding everyone's vision distance, this moss really appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Siegel pulled out a plant with the mage's hand and carefully observed it in front of him. This strange thing is also partly characteristic of mushrooms, with slender, beard-like hyphae under the branches and leaves. Swing gently in the wind. The vibration it felt, it tried to curl up like a frightened animal.

"Do you know what this is?" Siegel asked.

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen it." Master McGonagall lay on the back of the Phantom Horse and looked at these strange creatures with puzzled eyes. "Ghost Mist Swamp is one of the objects of my research, but I have never seen such a thing. But this soil really looks like Ghost Mist Swamp."

"Isn't the swamp made of filthy silt and black water?"

Master McGonagall shook his head: "That's the outer edge of the swamp. The depths are different. Several times I rowed into the swamp hinterland, originally looking for the legendary swamp monster, but found nothing. But I saw the swamp. It is full of life and the soil is fertile. If it is used to grow crops, it will definitely have an excellent harvest. Unfortunately, the fog always blocks the sun, and there is nothing in it except for some reeds, sedges and pansy."

Siegel went on to ask: "I once encountered the sprawling ghost fog swamp on the Cloak Avenue, which seemed to be full of horrible things. Did you not encounter any monsters when you went in?"

"There are some murlocs and lizardmen, but they are all concentrated on the periphery and are easy to dismiss."

"No undead?"

Mag shook his head and said: "Many people say that there are ghosts or skeletons in the Ghost Mist Swamp, but many of them are legends and stories, and there is no actual evidence. The undead do exist, but they are not necessarily related to the Ghost Mist Swamp. , at least I know it's not because of the swamp that the undead are born. But the periphery of the swamp does have a terrifying smell unique to the undead, just like the kind of deserted cemetery in the dark night. This kind of smell seems to be very obvious The warning sign is like a warning sign that says 'Danger Do Not Enter'."

"What about the ghosts that haunt the Morritt wasteland? Many people say that monsters can wear the skin of their victims and go out in makeup."

Master McGonagall snorted, "Do you believe in such a story? The monster in human skin is actually the robber knight under Pulan. The area of ​​wasteland is reduced, and there is not enough mushrooms to maintain normal business, so there will be monster attacks. Caravan. Guess where all the supplies brought by the caravan went?"

Siegel thought of the sumptuous food on Viscount Plane's table, of the hospitality he provided with fine wine.

As long as the purchase price of goods is increased, merchants will always be attracted. Puran also doesn't need to wipe out all the merchants, just grab the richest ones. It's a good idea to blame it on evil ghosts and terrifying swamps, and the fog can always hide the truth.

Siegel rode on his horse and clenched his fists. A lord like this is totally unqualified, alive like a maggot on a corpse. Maybe before the Ghost Mist Swamp came up, he could barely make a living for the people he ruled, but now he has gradually degenerated into a robber.

Siegel pondered the question along the way to avoid the same fate for himself. They advanced for dozens of miles in the fog, and the swamp under their feet could drown people's knees. However, the phantom foal summoned by magic walked with ease, only falling to the depth of a horse's hoof.

There is another road to McGonagall's residence, but that requires walking up the ridge and a long detour. Mages don't like detours, it seems like a mockery of spell ability. After more than two hours of trekking, they finally reached their destination.

Master McGonagall's house is a simple double-storey house built with stones and iron plates. The towering chimneys are on the east and west sides of the house. One belongs to the fireplace in the kitchen and bedroom, and the other belongs to the alchemy laboratory. The place has been looted, many things in the house have been thrown out, and the furniture has been smashed to pieces on the ground. All the doors and windows were in disrepair, and many of the iron plates for reinforcement on the walls were removed.

Master McGonagall's items are all over the floor, including clothes, food, and various bottles and jars. From the outside, there are scorch marks formed by explosions and burning in the house. It seems that the person who conducted the search also suffered a big loss and was cleaned up by various magic traps. They also saw corpses on the ground, some small farmed animals, including cats, white mice and bats, were killed, and several stout pythons were also cut off, but only the heads of the snakes were seen, but the bodies were gone.

The entrance to the secret passage is next to the house, next to the plantation. Mag raised some medicinal plants and a small vegetable patch here. It can be seen that the original crop here is growing well, and the cabbage is big and round. But now they have been trampled by horses' hooves, and there is nothing left.

Siegel got off the horse, noticed the strangeness of the vegetable field, and squatted down and grabbed a handful. The soil here is very fertile and very textured when rubbed, which is very suitable for the growth of crops. But the Morritt Wasteland is called wasteland, but it is precisely because the soil here is so poor that it is difficult to grow crops.

Seeing Siegel's doubts~www.novelmt.com~ Master McGonagall explained: "This is the soil in the depths of the Ghost Mist Swamp. I used a space bag to pack a batch back and use it in the yard. Come. Well, don't you want "The Scroll of Moonlight Moya", I'll get it for you."

After she finished speaking, she looked at her hands mockingly. The iron hood and shackles were still rattling, reminding her of her disabled status. McGonagall pushed away Siegel's supporting hand, struggled to get off the horse, and stood in front of the secret door.

She chanted the spell to open the door, the magic barrier began to work, and a neat opening opened in the ground. A narrow stone staircase leads down to the ground, some of which are encased in an inextinguishable flame spell that provides permanent illumination. At the end of the steps was an iron gate, which was not locked. McGonagall took Siegel down, but she wouldn't allow Moll to follow.

"It's a magic laboratory, and it's no good for a non-caster to go in." McGonagall looked at Siegel and said very firmly: "Although I don't like you either, you at least have some common sense and won't disturb the inside. thing."

Siegel nodded, leaving Moore to wait outside. "Be careful, I will let the air element circle around here all the time to clear the field of vision as much as possible."

"Sir, don't worry, I will take care of myself." (To be continued.)

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