Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); "When you get to the ship, I will be responsible for protecting you from spell attacks." Siegel said to Evan: "My advice is, after you see Aaron as soon as possible, leave as soon as possible. I will Take you to the teleportation formation, so that you can return to the new continent as quickly as possible and go to your supporters. However, the safest place is still the city of Myr, you should also consider it."

"I'll consider it." Evan watched the dwarf's unsinkable stone boat grow bigger and bigger in his sight, and put away his playfulness. He and Aaron grew up together, and although he never dared to be a real brother because he was an illegitimate child, this did not prevent the two of them from being brotherly. It is said that Aaron became a different person because of alcoholism after he fell ill, but since Siegel said that he had given up this bad habit, he might be able to meet his familiar brother this time.

The two set foot on the unsinkable stone boat, and dwarves immediately surrounded them: "Master Sigal, may I ask who this is? Only those who are invited can participate in the meeting of the dwarf king."

"I personally vouch for him."

"Okay, Your Excellency." The dwarves just wanted to get this promise, and they got it, so they left.

Evan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's much simpler than I thought, I thought I had to register my name and identity. If the dwarf king saw that there were two star kings on board, I don't know what he would think. "

"Only one." Evan sighed long and stood on the deck. He closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the ocean for a moment, then said to Siegel in a flat tone, "Take me to Aaron."

"Okay, this way." Siegel took out his wand, cast a few protective spells for Evan, and then led the way in front of him.

The Royal Fleet not far away began to gather towards the unsinkable stone boat. The soldiers in the cabin were wearing naval armor and all their weapons were ready. In the cage at the bottom, the griffin who was dazed by the waves was also released, the strong one was stretching his wings, and the weaker one was retching with force. The trainer opened the weapon cabinet, which was full of griffon armor.

Neither of them knew about it. They walked in the passage of the unsinkable stone boat, heading straight for Aaron's room. Siegel sniffed the elemental breath in the air, and he would notice if something was wrong. The Four Veins Divine Arrow can suppress the fluctuations of almost all elements, and even change the attributes of the elements. So persistent spells and spell enchantments were fragile like a piece of paper in front of him. Seeing this, Liel also withdrew his prophecy perception. After all, no matter how clear he could see it, what was the use of the spell if he couldn't hit it? He tidyed up his robes and picked up the staff of the slayer. Standing quietly in the center of his room, closing his eyes and waiting for the further development of the matter.

The king's guards all knew Evan, and when they saw him coming with a ** division, they were very nervous, and immediately pulled out the long sword in their hands. The magic armor was adorned with stars, big and small, which were now lit up too. Around several guards, the anti-magic field opened, and the activities of the elements were suppressed, except for the magical equipment they carried and the swords in their hands.

Looking at Siegel's surprised expression, Evan felt a little happy: "Did you see, the equipment of the King's Guard suppresses all spells. But he still maintains his magical support. Every equipment is worth a lot, with the starry kingdom of the world. After so many years, I can only make ten pieces."

"It's very interesting. For ordinary mages, it's an unwarrantable combination, but for mages, it's just a thorny problem." Siegel shook his head and said to the guards, "Like last time, I again Come, find someone to pass it on. I don't want to waste my words again."

Before he finished speaking, the door to the bedroom opened, and the captain of the guard pulled it open with his own hands, all his weapons still in the scabbard. "Put the sword away. Stand guard," he said.

Aaron stood teetering, struggling on his feet, supported by two crutches under his arm. "Long time no see, Evan." He panted and said, "I heard you got on the boat. But I really can't change my clothes. There are no servants here, and Ka **** (the captain of the guards) has big hands. feet, and I'm more clumsy, so I can only wear pajamas. Nice to see you again."

Evan's eyes softened. When he was a child, his younger brother was often knocked to the ground by his swordsmanship, but he could always get up crying. Then he continued to challenge with a smile, for which he was punished a lot. Later, he knew that he had to take care of the prince's majesty when he practiced, so he could only tie it. While Aaron didn't cry anymore, he didn't have that challenger smile either. Now this kind of smile appears on his face again, but I don't know who he is challenging, is it a broken body, or a healthy and strong self?

"K****, push my wheelchair, I can't stand up anymore." Aaron swayed and barely sat in the chair. He threw away his crutches and made an inviting gesture: "Come in. I'll have to wait for a few more people, and I'll be fine in a while."

"Who else did you invite? I thought it was a meeting between the two of us."

"The high priest of Aurora in the Temple of the Dawn, and the master of Lier in the school city. Salk, the royal seal of the palace, dressed up as an accompanying physician, and has been following Dr. Smedley, that's all."

"There are a lot of people." Evan said as he took off his long sword, and took out the short sword, dagger on the belt, and the flying knife in the boot, and handed it to the guard. "I was afraid of falling into the water and drowning, so I didn't bring many weapons, that's all."

Aaron forced a smile and said to Evan: "Sit down, what would you like to drink? Let's say first, I don't have any alcohol here. Although I have quit drinking now, it will still be uncomfortable if I smell it. But the juice here is good, the only thing I can taste.”

"No, I'm not very thirsty now, but thank you anyway." Evan stepped in, followed by Siegel. The captain of the guard stopped him: "Sir Count, your weapon and wand."

"I think it's better for me to hold the wand, and the long sword can be handed over to you." Siegel untied the star dust and handed it to Ka ****. Ka**** took the sword, but kept his eyes on Siegel's wand.

"Let him come here, Ka**. Even if you took away the magician's wand, it still won't affect his spellcasting." Aaron said, "Since I called everyone here, except for some formal things. Besides, there is no need to be too **** everyone. Let’s eat something first, but you have to understand that the food I have here is very strong and may not be to your taste.”

Who would be in the mood to eat at this time? Liel, the priest of the Temple of Dawn and the Master of Prophecy, lived nearby, and they arrived quickly after hearing the summons. Within a minute, others arrived one after another.

High Priest Aurora is a middle-aged man with a neat short beard. The thick black eyebrows and deep eyes are not angry, often described as "the dazzling morning light that pierces the darkness". He wears hard leather armor decorated with the emblem of the sun, and holds a prayer book in one hand and a mace with golden spikes in the other. He never takes off his own mace. So he stood at the door consciously, like another king guarding him.

Salk, the paw-printer, was small in stature, but disguised as a chubby accompanying physician. He unbuttoned his oversized robe and took out the hidden package from inside. It was made from the skin of some kind of animal, and it was naturally very resistant to magic. So detection magic can't see through. Holding the package in both hands, he stood beside Aaron.

The great prophet Lier put the magician's staff outside the door, and walked in with his hands together. His eyes kept looking at Siegel, and Siegel looked at him. The elements felt the power contained in their eyes and began to avoid them one after another.

The king's guard closed the door and took a step in. The armor powers on them combine to form a magically suppressed space. Here, the elements are not allowed in and out, and spells are difficult to construct. But they couldn't suppress the elemental confrontation between Siegel and Lier.

It is not impossible to cast spells in an anti-magic field, but it requires extremely precise control and strong mana support. If the anti-magic force field is described as a desert under the scorching sun. Then the element is a solitary drop of water, which evaporates as soon as it is exposed to high temperatures. And the mage wants to cast spells, just like using these water droplets to make ice sculptures on the desert floor.

Since there is no water nearby, the mage can only squeeze sweat out of his body. The more you squeeze out, the more material you can use, but the closer you get to death. Even with enough water, being skilled enough to control is the next hurdle. This is not something that can be accomplished in a fantasy, and requires the manipulation of elements and magic over time.

In this regard, Lier clearly has a great advantage. Right under everyone's nose. He cast a spiritual link spell, hoping to directly read the minds of everyone present. The tentacles of the spell were as tiny as spider silk, slowly crawling towards everyone's ear holes. Siegel shook his head, he tried several times. There is no way to build a stable spell structure, so it can only be countered with pure elemental power.

Protected by a stable aggregate of the four elements, Siegel can deliver a small fragment of a spell at a time. Wherever the tentacles reach, the fragments of the incantation fly. The elemental aggregate has a powerful penetration ability, and after breaking through the outer structure of the incantation, Siegel's incantation fragments will be released. These fragments have only one purpose. It is to destroy the stability of the spell. Just open a small hole in the whole, and the hot air of the anti-magic desert can dry up all the water droplets, making the spell completely zero.

Liel froze for a moment, then smiled knowingly. He retracted his tentacles, and then spread out a large web~www.novelmt.com~ He tied the spell structures together, using the structure of the cobwebs to connect them to each other. Immediately break some small holes, as long as there is still a spider silk connected, then the information can be transmitted back.

From this network, Siegel immediately recognized the characteristics of the Knox Common Society spells. Many spell structures are also applied to the Tranquillity Array to combine the power of countless Maniac Emblems to complete the process from quantitative change to qualitative change. He was familiar with this structure, so he stretched out his hand directly, with the elemental power hidden on his fingertips, and volley grabbed the big net.

The prophet's eyes widened, and the gray pupils were full of incredible expressions. He watched Siegel's hands tremble, and then the entire web of thoughts quickly disintegrated and burned in the air as if ignited by fire at the same time. Of course, all of this is intangible and intangible, and only happens at the level of mental warfare. However, the mental magic was cracked, and Liel's body was also hit hard. His head was hammered like a heavy mace, his ears were buzzing, and blood was dripping from his nose to his mouth. From the outside, he just pursed his lips, but Siegel could feel his momentum weakening, completely withdrawing the power of magic.

The high priest of the Temple of Dawn was aware of this, but he found that this was just a confrontation between two mages and did not affect His Majesty the King, so he would not directly intervene. He coughed lightly and brushed his right hand over the cover of the prayer book, then placed it next to the handle of the mace. The piercing eyes stared at the every move of the two mages. (To be continued.)