Twenty Sided Dice

"Come and stop this mage!" shouted the priest of the God of Murder. "Before he finishes his spell! Hurry!"

After speaking, he rushed up first and raised his fist with divine power. This room is not large, and it is only five steps away from the mage, but these five steps seem like an insurmountable obstacle.

Obviously there are no obstacles, but the air is as thick as a swamp. The priest was slowed down after only one step, and he couldn't even take the second step. The soldiers and assassins who rushed in later fell into the same predicament. They were like worms stuck on a cobweb, unable to move at all.

Siegel stood in the center of the room, constantly mobilizing the elemental forces around him, summoning them to him from the soil, rock formations, and ocean. The energy he draws from all these sources flows through his body, forming spell after spell ready to be cast. Like a whirlpool in the middle of the sea, everything around him seems to be sucked by him. Those who are locked in the air feel this way even more, and the more they sink deeper, the more oppressive they feel.

Normal elemental levels are suitable for all things to grow, but when the elemental levels are too high, it will have an effect like suffocation, which is harmful to all living things. The servants of the God of Murder fell into this state. They could not move or breathe. They were literally about to suffocate in the high concentration of water and earth elements. Feel.

Siegel's voice resumed, this time clearly and slowly, saying every word of the spell. The priests of the Murder God finally got it, and it was an ode to the power of the elements, as much as they praised the Murder God.

A hand dropped, pointed straight ahead, and the spell started. A burst of green acid was sprayed out, corroding and dissolving everything in front of him. The flesh and blood cannot stop the monsters formed by the mixing of earth and water elements. Twelve acid monsters were created, jumping with joy and rushing towards the passage of the stronghold.

They combine the characteristics of both elements, a flexible interior and a rigid outer shell. These monsters have thin, long heads. The pointed mouth is full of gem-sharp teeth. They use their elongated limbs to drive their streamlined bodies and their long tails for balance. Assassins also have a hard time comparing their physical agility with them. The special senses of elemental creatures can easily detect hidden enemies. But the most troubling aspect is another feature: once the monster is injured, the acid will splatter out of its body, giving the attacker little time to dodge.

These silver-gray elemental monsters are the first wave of scouts to go out to explore the way. Their shapes will not last long, and they will eventually become acid bombs. Except for single-element organisms, only four-element aggregates remain stable for long periods of time. But for a powerful spellcaster, both stability and instability can be used as weapons.

Siegel stepped through the acid on the ground, unaffected. But everything around him was melting: the ground, the walls, all kinds of debris, or the corpse that had been bitten to death by monsters. I believe that the movement here can attract the attention of the Holy Murderer, but I don't know if he will go to the elves or to himself, but as long as you don't go to Yao En and the others.

Taking out the scroll of limited wishing, Siegel blessed a dagger as: "Seal: Divine Body". If he can hurt him with a dagger, it can solve the most troublesome physical resistance and recovery ability of the saint - these are all supported by the gods. Siegel has been looking for a way to deal with the saints, but he didn't expect the solution to be on his side.

Siegel took out a Fire Elemental and an Air Elemental Runeguard and activated them here. Limited by the size of the channel, the element can only maintain a large size, so the power is not very strong. Siegel arranged for them to protect themselves in tandem against the surprise attack of the assassins.

There are people who try it. And more than one. Often when Siegel turned his head or his attention was slightly attracted by something, an assassin would leap to his side. The timing is very good, but the action is still stupid. A wizard heavily guarded by defensive spells is not a stake. Even if the dagger is only a few inches away from the skin of the body, it is still insurmountable. There can be six or seven different spell barriers in these few inches of space, how can ordinary daggers penetrate them all?

Lightning shot from Siegel's fingertips, hitting the assassin's head with precision. A puff of blue smoke rises, and death will come. Seeing this sight, the servants of all the gods of murder threw down their weapons and turned and ran away. Siegel let them go, because fear would help him spread the word and point him in the right direction.

Some people did not run to the surface. Rather go deeper. Perhaps these people already knew the news of the elven army's attack and were trying to go to the teleportation formation. Of course, they may also go to other secret passage exits. Even the garbage dumps that go to the bottom of the sea may not be. Siegel picked a direction based on his intuition and headed there.

He was confronted by a team of colloid warriors.

It feels so good to finally be a mage. There is no need to find a way to use various sword skills to melee melee, just call on the power of the elements. Red, purple, and black flames sprayed continuously, forming colorful flashes in the channel. The scorching high temperature melted the rock, and naturally also melted the thin iron sheet and the gelatinous monster beneath it. "These things are really useless," Siegel said more than once. "If they were real knights, why would they try to use tower shields as cover, and then use long-range weapons to fight back. These tin men can only use swords, purely Decorations!"

The stronghold was thrown into chaos when the raid began, but it didn't last long. Fear and chaos can lead to bombing camps, but the servants of the murderous **** neither fear death nor chaos. Whether or not their training was able to hold back the invaders, they finally regrouped and regained control of the situation.

"Lord Dorne, there is an army of elves outside the manor. They sent three ancient war trees, which have blocked Duke Kaib's army and suppressed them inside the castle. The elves will rush down if the manor does not last long. "

Dorne is not good at commanding the battlefield, but he also knows that if he can't stop the elves, the entire stronghold will soon be occupied, and all glory will be lost. "Send all the soldiers to resist. The elves can't expand their troops in the passage, and we still have a numerical advantage. After the spiral passage, there is a big hole. Immediately set up positions and take out long-range weapons from the warehouse! "

"But the warehouse has been destroyed, and we have only a small amount of stock left in the barracks. A mage who came from nowhere blew up the laboratory and then summoned the troll in the warehouse. We did not find Mr. Rees The whereabouts of him, I am afraid he is more fortunate than fortune."

"Mage? Let Priest Conon deal with it. He doesn't claim to have the best experience in dealing with spellcasters, and he has the best record in the Elven Forest." Dorn grabbed the servants beside him, his eyes flashing crazy : "Ring the alarm, let the comrades of the Solidarity come to support."

"Those are untrained farmers and artisans. What's the use of coming?"

"Their sacrifice can slow down the progress of the elves, which is naturally useful." Donne said: "Prepare the teleportation array and ask for help from other strongholds."

"But..." The servant hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and accepted the order. He knocked down Regis on his way out. The young man had done a good job in the last few missions, so he came to the stronghold to go to the training ground. The servant pointed him to the direction of the teleportation array, and then went to the secret passage to sound the alarm bell of the Solidarity Society in the town.

Regis nodded, but did not go to the teleportation formation. He will serve Siegel and will no longer be controlled by the Temple of Murder. He touched the dagger hidden in his sleeve, stared at Dorne who was giving orders, and waited patiently for the opportunity.

Siegel continued to advance in the tunnel, and there was only death wherever he went. The Fire Elemental who rushed in front waved his fist, smashed door after door, and rushed in to destroy the enemy hidden within. Siegel sometimes throws a few fireballs in it—it doesn't hurt the fire element anyway—and basically clears a room.

He passed several bedrooms, a dining hall and two storerooms, and not far ahead was a prayer room with the holy symbol of murder hanging. In front of the candle-lit altar, a burly man in full armor was kneeling on the ground, concentrating on prayer. His one-handed crossbow and door-panel shield were at his feet, and a heavy mace hung from his waist. He heard the sound of the fire element burning, and stood up, showing a weird smile with his toothless mouth.

"Come to die, little mage." He hung his shield on his arm, picked up the crossbow, and looked at Siegel calmly: "There is no place for you to go wild before the power of the murdering god."

He couldn't feel any elemental power from him, and the fire element didn't want to rush up at all. Siegel probably understood what was going on, but still ordered the fire elemental charge~www.novelmt.com~ The flames that swept past howled, waving his arms bright and enthusiastic, and then five meters away in front of the man It went out, leaving only the elemental rune core falling to the ground.

"This is a good thing from Heimland, a rune warrior with tens of thousands of gold coins." The man aimed at Siegel with a crossbow, and then said, "I'm Conon, they call me Mage Killer."

As soon as his voice fell, he activated the crossbow in his hand. The arrows bounced off the "Defend Ranged Arrows" spell and hit the wall beside Siegel.

"Your defensive spells are good, but unfortunately they are useless soon. What did you use to fight against me at that time?"

"The priest of the anti-magic force field, I thought there was no one here." Siegel let out a chuckle, shook his finger and said, "I won't fight you. Goodbye, Conon."

He turned around and walked into the passage, surprising the priest with his decisiveness.

"Don't think about leaving!" The priest chased after him while stringing the crossbow. (To be continued.)

ps: The chapter number of the previous chapter is wrong, hehehehehehe.