Twenty Sided Dice

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The language and accent of the Jackdaw tribe convinced the guards of Siegel's words and no longer treated them with alarm. They took out a bag of kumiss and exchanged it with the traveler, but did not expect to get the fine wine from the elves.

"Oh, even at the competition, I never tasted such wine." The guard smacked his lips, admiring it, but not forgetting to share it with his companions. "But soon there will be no shortage of such things."

"What does that mean? The elves do business with you?" Siegel asked alertly, frowning.

There was a trace of struggle in the guard's eyes, and he looked at the group of travelers in front of him again. They are all genuine human beings with wounds on their bodies. At present, humans and elves are fighting, and these people should not tell the truth, so he said: "The warriors of the steppe have assembled to teach the elves who are planting trees everywhere! A new king of Khan is rising from the Holy Land, leading the storm of knights Swept the entire grassland!"

Siegel grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him in front of him: "What did you say? The Jackdaw tribe is going to fight the elves? Is that what you mean?"

The guard tried to push the powerful hands away, but found himself in the grip of a strange force, unable to resist. There was a pair of swirls in those black eyes, which made him say it involuntarily: "Yes! We will defeat the elves and seize the hegemony of the New World!"

Siegel let go, and the guard regained his ability to move. He stretched his hand to the hilt of the sword on his waist, and prepared to greet his companions to take down the group of travelers. Mana and the knights reacted quickly, touching the longsword and crossbow on the saddle at the same time. Siegel snapped his fingers, and the guards on the prairie swayed twice, then all fell asleep on the ground.

"Let's go, it looks like something big has happened to the Jackdaw tribe." Siegel got on his horse and slapped the horse's hip. "They must be stopped!"

Hurry up. Without stopping, they rode towards the Holy Land. Siegel pondered on horseback, what was it that made the giant Kerry go crazy. Did you have the idea of ​​attacking the elves? The guard just said a word, "King Khan". It appears that power on the steppe has a new structure. So is the idea of ​​sending troops Kerry's own idea, or is it the choice of the new power circle?

His thoughts were interrupted by a sense of suffocation. It turned out that everyone had entered the range of the Holy Land. The elemental forces are still around, but cannot function effectively outside the body. Siegel had almost forgotten the unpleasant feeling, and is now trying to get used to it again.

If there is no magic, many things are difficult to handle, and the mage knows that his strength is greatly reduced. He had tried to find a way to cast spells here, but failed repeatedly. This time, I don't know what kind of things are waiting in front of me, and I must continue to find ways to solve the problem of spell casting.

It's not like there's no elemental power here like the Anti-Magic Zone. Instead, it will shatter the already formed spell structure and make it useless. No power appears out of thin air. It is a chaotic idea of ​​God, and it also requires the realization of rules in order to have an effect. Siegel repeated over and over again, starting with the most basic single-element magic, starting with a small flame, and finding the secrets of the Holy Land.

The flames turned into dust and dissipated with the wind over and over again. They rode all the way to the foot of the Holy Land Mountain, and Siegel still couldn't think of a way. He put away the magic, raised his head and looked around. He was taken aback by the sight in front of him.

At the foot of the Holy Land Mountain are all kinds of tents, crowded together in a disorderly manner. There are various kinds of painting on the tent, some choose totem, some choose simple lines. Siegel looked. There are almost no tents with the logo of the Jackdaw tribe, and most of them are the residences of other tribes scattered on the grasslands.

This is what the guards call the Tournament, and these tents must have been for the contestants - Siegel guessed the answer without a second thought. There were hardly any women and children to be seen in the tent area, all strong warriors and their handsome horses. These people looked at Siegel and his party with curiosity until they came to the foot of the Holy Land Mountain. There is a gate without walls, with totem signs and amulets hanging from an arched frame of black wood.

Kerry had said this to Siegel earlier, the door that dispels evil and judges kindness. The three spirits will use their wise eyes to check everyone who passes through the gate, and those especially evil monsters will appear here, unable to ascend the holy mountain.

The last time I came here, most of the long hall was still masonry. Only less than half of the roof can shelter from the wind and rain. Now it has become a grand hall: green walls and gray roof, symbolizing the grasslands of the sky; white ravens carved in stone rest on the eaves. Look around with emerald eyes.

From the foot of the mountain there is a smooth road leading to the long hall, and dozens of flags of various designs are hung on both sides of the road. Cold wind blows. The image of the beast on the flag vibrated ferociously, making a plopping sound. The flags representing the Jackdaw, Black Wolf and Red Sun tribes are closest to the long hall, indicating that at least these three tribes are still at the heart of the new power bloc.

They dismounted before the arch and threw the reins to the guards in chain mail. Siegel's black hair and black eyes are very recognizable, so people from the Jackdaw tribe greeted him one after another: "Dragon Slayer! Dragon Slayer is here!" Some said, "This time the elves are even worse!" Others were simply expressing their joy, hoping to invite Siegel to his house.

Not all the tribes on the steppe knew Siegel's name, so they asked each other. They kept wondering how the Jackdaw tribe had re-emerged, where the fine weapons, armor, and gold that never ran out came from, and where the furs, herbs, and animal-bone-crafted artefacts they collected went. They tracked down to the Bird's Nest Fort, but the Shiratori family was obviously unable to answer their questions. Now these people see Siegel and finally have the answer.

The mage took Mana and the others through the arch and went all the way up the road. Close to the long hall, carefully designed steps are laid, which at first glance is the craftsmanship of the castle craftsmen. There are not many stones on the grassland, and the dwarves occupy the stone mines of the city wall mountains, so only the castle lords have qualified stonemasons. These steps come from the Bird's Nest City and will be laid all the way to the foot of the mountain in the future.

The highest part of the steps was flush with the long hall, and a platform was built, surrounded by many guards. The ten closest to the gate were fully armed and stood proudly. The jackdaws' markings are clearly visible on the front of their delicate breastplates, and only Kree's blood relatives and his most trusted warriors can wield such markings. This made the other guards on the platform envious.

The chiefs of the tribe were meeting in the long hall, and their guards were left outside. In order to show that there is no hostility, no one is allowed to put their hands on the weapons. Except when it comes to eating meat. Siegel and his party did not have any armor, only wearing a cloak to keep out the cold. Looks very shabby. However, their weapons are very sophisticated, especially the long sword on the mage's waist. Only the sparkling gems on the scabbard can change the whole set of warrior equipment. These people didn't say a word until their leader came to the door of the long hall. Before they could speak, the guards of the Jackdaw tribe opened the door automatically.

Siegel could go in, but Mana was stopped when she tried to go in. "Dragon slayer, no guards are allowed inside. The Jackdaw tribe promises your safety."

"Need to disarm?"

"You don't need to." The guard touched his chest with his right fist and gave way to the long hall after saluting.

Siegel stepped inside. If the outside is still dominated by cold winter, then the long hall has entered the sultry summer. Dozens of braziers were lit inside, so it was bright and warm. The finished long hall takes a hundred steps to walk across, and thirty steps to cross. Two rows of stout columns support the soaring roof, both of which are decorated with historical motifs. There were many long tables under the pillars, and they were serving the various leaders sitting behind them with good food and wine.

Kerry was approaching a hundred paces away, sitting on a throne placed on a three-step high platform. On his side is a short table, which is always full of drinks. On the wall behind him, the Ice Divine Spear hangs high. Exudes a frightening cold air. Alongside the artifact is a tapestry depicting a crowned jackdaw flying over the grasslands.

There is a sentence written in dwarf characters on it: "King Khan of the Prairie, the king of kings."

There was a maid beside him to serve. And not far from him, there was an unfamiliar face with a hooked nose, chattering to Kerry about something.

The mage walked forward, bypassing the raging flames that were burning in the center of the hall under the watchful eyes of the people on both sides, and walked straight to the throne. "Kerry! I'm here again!" Siegel's voice was very clear: "I heard that the Khan King was born on the grassland?"

The giant Kerry's eyes flashed with excitement, he suddenly stood up from the throne, and said in a loud voice: "Welcome, my brother. Everyone unanimously elected me as the new king of the grasslands, shining on the snow-covered Earth. Did you come here to congratulate me?"

Siegel shook his head. Stand under the steps. Kerry, a few steps away, seemed unfamiliar, as if he had lost that graciousness and warmth. He is still alive and well. The power of a giant has not diminished in the slightest, but the temperament beneath this flesh has changed.

"I only learned this news after I entered the grassland. So I didn't prepare anything in advance. But all in all, congratulations on becoming the king on the grassland. Isn't this what you have always dreamed of?"

Kerry laughed out loud~www.novelmt.com~ but the hooked nose beside him was expressionless, just looking at Siegel with complex eyes, as if he was going to eat him with his eyes. Siegel glanced at him and determined that he had never seen this person before, and he was definitely not the one who followed any of the leaders after the merger of the three tribes in the past. And this person exudes a familiar smell, which is the smell of spell casting materials.

The giant waved his fist in the air, so excited that he couldn't help himself, and said loudly: "You are right, one of my dreams has come true. Now in order to repay the people who helped me realize my dream, I am about to go out and take them to harvest and enjoy happiness. !"

"So are you going to fight the elves?" Siegel went straight in, his voice heard throughout the hall.

"Of course!" Kerry said: "The elves plant trees, and the grass under the trees can't grow. This is trying to cut our way of life!" Kerry said to himself, not caring about Siegel's expression at all: "The elves' army is mainly based on archery, and the ancient war trees are the front row, but they can only deal with the situation in front of them. But the elves will now face the tide of blows from all directions. Our cavalry are all good, and the victory must belong to us!"

"Are you stupid or crazy?" Siegel's voice echoed in the long hall. (To be continued.)