Twenty Sided Dice

??? Mage Wendy walked slowly on the spiral staircase of the Magic Tower, a little absent-minded. She was disturbed by the army of elves surrounding the walls outside the hub, especially some of them with powerful magical waves. Those were elven mages who always looked dangerously at the red mages tower.

Fortunately, there has been no attack here, the elves just surrounded the city. Some time ago, I heard that the new lord Marlen Stadt sent a cavalry unit of his own out of the city, intending to take back some of the supplies and defense equipment delivered by the satellite castle. The elves attacked the team and only two lucky guys came back alive.

After that, the gate of the hub was closed, not only the soldiers were not allowed to enter and exit, but even the hungry people who had fled were also kept outside.

The hub is overwhelmed, and even the soldiers have begun to reduce their daily food rations. How can they still manage those refugees? Every day and every night, there will be desperate mourning sounds coming from outside the city walls. At first, it disturbs people's dreams. Later, as the sound decreases, everyone can sleep well.

Building the magic tower in the city, only the Knox Common Society would do this, but now the benefits are clearly seen. As a part of the city, there are naturally city walls and guards on the city walls to provide protection, saving a lot of energy from the mages. Moreover, the daily thinking fluctuations of city residents are a source of energy for the magician tower strengthened by the enchantment system, which can increase the magic water bottles of all the mages inside.

Wendy is not a member of the Knox Common Society. She has been in the Mages Association for more than fifteen years and is a mage specializing in protection spells. Most of the time she concentrates on researching spells, helping other mages with spell trials, and rarely leaves the Three Peaks Pagoda. Only in times of war could she come to the south and enjoy the scenery elsewhere.

This red mage tower has magical power. Wendy felt that it could perfectly match her own magic power fluctuations. The mage tower was a part of herself, and the energy inside could be used at will. In addition to her, other mages who came here also felt similar, and their self-confidence was strengthened to varying degrees. Such a misjudgment of one's own strength. Increased her failure rate when casting spells, and decreased control over many spell details. It took Wendy a lot of energy to slowly adjust to this strange state.

However, the mages from the Knox Common Society seem to be completely unaffected.

Aside from the unrealistic confidence that this mage tower offers, there are other things that Wendy doesn't like. I don't know where those bald people learned their artistic taste, and there are so many portraits of people hanging on the walls. Men and women of all ages. Different identities and costumes, all with serious and rigid faces, are they from the same boring painter?

Wendy touched her long hair, which was soft and shiny down to her waist, which should be the kind of long hair that could make a man smile. She hoped in her heart that the portraits would put a smile on their face. At least make yourself feel better. But for some reason, when she had this thought, she suddenly shuddered.

The wall of the red magic tower emits a faint glow. It was originally colorless, but the influence of the wall will always make people feel red, like blood. Wendy has heard some rumors that there have been deaths here, and several mages lost their lives because of the failure of spell experiments. This is an ominous sign, and like a curse, other wizards often fail when casting spells.

Maybe they also suffer from strange self-confidence. resulting in failure. But since he has overcome it, he will not be disturbed, right?

The red light would still cast a black shadow, and a voice came from the shadow, "Wendy..."

The mage stopped and looked at every corner of the spiral staircase, but saw no one figure. She looked in the direction of the voice, and there was nothing in the shadow. Is this an illusion? Wendy only felt mentally exhausted—perhaps it was time to rest, before the war with the elves started.

Wendy has been busy strengthening the protective barrier of the magic tower recently, especially the part that protects against teleportation and other spells, which is the top priority of all projects. Under the layers of defense. Relying on the present is simply impossible to get in. Even if a few powerful mages force their way in using their own unique spellcasting skills, the magic alarm here is bound to be triggered. In just an instant, the intruder will be suppressed by the power of the entire tower and attacked by various spells. Such foolproof protection reassured her. Those elven mages just stay far away.

Without using teleportation spells, there is only one way to enter the tower: walk in on your own legs. However, the entrance to the castle is protected by a powerful magic circle, and there is a lamp god, a blood golem and a mage on duty at all times. It is difficult to fool three targets with different resistances and detection methods at the same time. The means of stealth, disguise and charm are all considered in advance by the designers, all to protect all the important people in the mage tower.

Wendy is also an important person. After all, she knows most of the protective barriers in the magic tower. One is for inspection and routine maintenance, and the other is to let her know where there is room to continue playing. Used to add new spell effects. She spends a few hours each day walking the entire mage's tower, and the rest of the time studying magic in the library—a privilege of being an important person.

If it weren't for the threat of the elves outside, and the books here were far inferior to the Three Peaks Pagoda, Wendy would say this was a good place.

"Wendy..."

The voice rang again, and the protection mage was shocked, and a thought turned on the protection spell on his body. Layers of auras and shields shield him, and some of those magics also detect hostile surroundings. As a Protection Specialized Mage, he can start and interrupt the protection spell at any time, and use the original spell duration in sections. The higher the level, the stronger the protection mage can maintain a greater number of spell effects at the same time.

With these protections, she can observe more carefully. The sound was still coming from the shadows of the red crystal walls, there must be something wrong there. Wendy plucked up her courage, kept adding confidence to herself, resisted trembling and slowly leaned over.

A black figure appeared in the wall, and Wendy swore that there was absolutely nothing there before.

The evil-detecting magic didn't issue a warning, and the vision-breaking magic didn't respond, so the black figure in front of you was real? Wendy didn't like this, but she would never step back, firmly fixing herself in place. The figures in the surrounding portraits all seemed to be staring at him, the corners of their mouths slightly upturned, waiting to see her jokes—she wouldn't let them go.

"Are you talking?" Wendy stretched out her hand, but she could feel the cold crystal wall. The black figure was in the middle of the translucent crystal wall and could not be touched. The shadow floated over in a swimming-like posture. gradually becomes larger in the field of view. Although it couldn't be seen, Wendy could barely make out what the shadow looked like: a middle-aged human man with empty eyes, a haggard face, and a round head without any hair.

"I'm so happy to die..." The shadow said, but the miserable voice in her voice clearly appeared in her heart. Wendy felt like her heart was about to beat into her throat. Could this be the necromancer's new means?

In this powerful mage tower, how can there be undead appear? Wendy forced herself to calm down. She is very afraid of the necromancer, which has nothing to do with her magical powers, but from the legends she heard in her childhood, and also from the psychological weakness caused by witnessing her parents being killed by ghouls wandering the fields. Do not let ghosts know cowardice and fear. That would boost their power. Wendy turned the ring in her hand, which stored the courage of the warrior **** priest, which she exchanged for many protection magic items.

After that, she said in a trembling voice, "You... what do you want?"

"Be happy with me..." The shadow gradually grew larger, and then pressed against the wall, as if to reach out. The pair of black arms with sharp long claws were constantly rubbing against the pink crystal. Without needing her own ears, Wendy heard the sharp, screeching sound in her heart.

"Don't come to me!" Wendy cast a magic missile, but it could only hit the crystal wall, and it had no effect. Black Shadow's expression shifted slightly. The corners of its mouth widened, as if smiling. Afterwards, Wendy saw two more shadows appearing on the wall, just like her fear, getting bigger and clearer.

She couldn't help but step back, to the edge of the spiral staircase.

'What kind of magic do you use? ' Wendy forced herself to think. The material of the magic tower itself is very resistant to spells. It is difficult for fire, acid and cold to cause effects. Only the penetration of electric shock is better. Although the outer protection of the magic tower is stronger, the inner side is not much worse. Especially in order to avoid the damage caused by the out-of-control spell experiment, some places have specially strengthened the protection of the elements, which he knows.

For a while, she couldn't figure out how to crack the protection system she was familiar with.

The other two groups of shadows also gradually grew up. Finally, three human-shaped phantoms formed on the wall. They kept repeating "death" and "happiness", which Wendy could see and hear even with her eyes closed and her ears plugged.

"We died so happy..." The three shadows said in unison.

Wendy suddenly thought of the rumors she heard a long time ago, which were only circulated in a small circle. Three mages lost their lives in the accident in the Mage Tower of the Hub Fort. They ate themselves alive, but still smiled. When she heard the story, she thought of ghouls. The discomfort in her heart prevented her from listening carefully. You should know more details, so that you can find a way to deal with it and save your current self.

"Don't, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I didn't kill you, you killed yourself..." Wendy said tremblingly.

The first shadow stopped rubbing the wall with his claws and looked straight at Wendy. "Let's be happy together..." As he said, he stretched out his arm, and the claws made of black shadows actually stretched out from the wall and grabbed Wendy's heart!

Wendy stepped back in horror, one foot stepped out of the spiral staircase, and she lost her balance and slumped outwards. At this moment, a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled her back, and then he saw the dazzling light beside him.

She saw a familiar stranger. A few days ago, she had seen this person, but there was no communication. He was also a silent and independent mage, but when she met him, Wendy was not at all repulsive or defensive, as if she had met an old friend. The man was standing beside her now, instilling confidence and hope in her with a gentle and kind smile; he had big, strong hands, not like a mage, but more like a warrior, and he was holding her tightly around her. Shoulders, support her; the stranger still exudes the energy of light magic, and the surrounding dark shadows are all dispelled.

Wendy didn't know what to say, and the man said, "I'm Soth, are you okay?" (To be continued.)