Twenty Sided Dice

The water element moves forward slowly, sweeping away the dust from the air. ●⌒,. However, there is more than one road leading to the crystal wall barrier, and only one water element cannot cover the entire tunnel network.

"Siegel, why don't you wait for me and I'll tell the Hammer Council about this?"

"Do you think that would work?" Siegel asked rhetorically: "At the moment I only find a way to cleanse the water element. I'm not sure your dwarven spellcasters can do such a job. The Federation stops at Mora. Outside the top gate, but the Hammer Council can allow a large number of mages to enter? I am already quite unpopular when I come in by myself."

Erinte felt very annoyed, and tugged at her beard, stomping her feet angrily. Just as Siegel was about to comfort him, he saw the dwarf slap his hand and said excitedly, "Let's find the dwarf saint, he's right down there!"

The two finally advanced to the crystal wall channel, and the water element had become a luminous body, like an apricot-colored fire element.

What to do with this thing after? Bright as an oil lamp? Siegel thought for a while, cast the Fossil to Mud spell in the cave, dug a big hole, and let the water element drill into it.

He recovered the core of the Elemental Guard and buried the "mixed energy toxic dust" with dirt. I thought it would be all right, but I didn't expect that there was still a trace of energy escaping from the soil, continuing to pollute the surrounding air.

Siegel grinned angrily, is this thing still over? If simply burying them doesn't stop them, then use Obliterate spells, or throw them into the Black Hole of Destruction? Myr core can use any substance as a source of energy, but its efficiency is too high, resulting in very slow consumption. What about the risk of elemental surges if the burn is forcibly accelerated?

"Where's the dwarf saint?" Siegel had to cast a force field wall, temporarily pressing it on top of the buried ground, as an extra layer of protection. "Don't the dwarf saints know the danger of this thing?"

"Of course I know, Archmage Sigal, that's why I evacuated the top of Mora." The dwarf saint with apricot-yellow light came out of the room marked by the "Crystal Wall Passage", his appearance It surprised both Siegel and Erint.

Hair and beard are all falling out. The skin of his entire face was melted, drooping from his bones; his pupils, which had been reddish-brown, were now bright green, revealing a morbid and eerie look; his large, round nose was full of small blisters, which were constantly broken. leaving pus. Strong arms are like dehydrated dried vegetables. From a battering ram to a thin pistol. This is no longer like a dwarf saint, and some people believe that it is a goblin saint.

The saint raised his hand, patted himself on the forehead, and then the holy light was generated, covering the whole body. He regained his strength, might, and perseverance. "Using divine power can keep me recovering, but I think I still have to show you what happens when I am affected by goblin power. My essence is holy power, but my body is shaped by the dwarf god, in addition to serving as a container for divine power, it is in harmony with normal The dwarves are no different. Without the help of the Federation this time, all the dwarves in the entire Mora Pinnacle may become what I just looked like."

"How long has this been in effect?" Siegel asked. "Since the earthquake? It's only been half a day, why is it so severe?"

"No, the goblin's attack started half a month ago, and it continuously attacked the crystal wall barrier, using an explosive weapon that has never been seen before." The dwarf saint said: "The impact, light and The heat is no problem. I was able to block them all, but I didn't notice that they were laced with these toxins in the negative energy. My body was slowly corroded and my strength decreased, so the aftermath of the explosion was transmitted from here."

"Master Saint, are you recovering now?" Erinte was most concerned about this issue.

"Using divine power, there is no difference between my strength now and when I was at my peak, and the earthquake will not come again. But I still can't stop that weird energy penetration." The dwarf saint said: "I can only know that it is a kind of similar The power of the elements, and in the two continents of the East and the West, it is generally recognized that you have the best mastery of the power of the elements. So I made two preparations and let the top of Mora begin to evacuate. I asked Erinte to invite come here."

Siegel understands the cause and effect, but that doesn't mean he can think of a proper solution right away. Moreover, there is one more important thing that has not been asked clearly: "Master Saint, is your ability to restore yourself unlimited?"

The expression of the dwarf saint is very complicated. Scratching the back of his head, he said, "Yes or no. My own strength is limited. If I don't stop these toxins, I can only last for about three years at the current level, and then there is no power to recover. But the **** of dwarves can reshape it. The saint descends to earth and takes my place, from this point of view, it is infinite."

The power to make a saint is never infinite. Siegel knew but didn't reveal it. And the **** of dwarves will not spend infinite power on this matter, and not see how many crystal walls or half planes are annihilated, the dwarves among them have died countless times, and they have not been rescued by the **** of dwarves? After all, he was only concerned with the continuation of the race, not the survival of all individuals. For the multiverse, a dwarf in a Thunderwall world is only a drop in the ocean.

But what to tell the dwarves now? The dwarf saint is deceiving you. He dragged the dwarves into the war with the confidence of victory. Now he has lost the opportunity and can only support it? Except for mages who don't believe in any gods, other people will definitely not think about things from this perspective, and the final result will only be unhappy. This kind of thing has happened too many times in history, and no reason has ever triumphed over emotion.

"But even at peak power, you can't stop this strange polluting energy dust? Well, how about giving it a simpler name, called it?" Siegel asked.

"Let's call it this name." The dwarf saint nodded: "After I discovered this kind of foreign dust, I tried to filter it, but the results were very small. Because the energy of this thing is constantly too strong, so I also Some negligence. The power of this kind of thing is not understood until the body continues to suffer cumulative damage."

"Our Mages Association is willing to help research how to stop the threat of this dust, but there are prerequisites." Siegel can help the dwarf Erint, but he has no good impression of the dwarf saint.

"About the two things about goblins and otherworldly dust, it is not a private matter between Erinte and me, but belongs to the level of dwarves and the Federation, Mora's Top and Heimland. Therefore, it is necessary to establish mutual relations between the organizations. Trust and contact, don't always take advantage of my friendship with Erinte."

The dwarf saint looked at Siegel in surprise, then looked at Erinte. The latter wanted to say something, probably to serve the interests of the dwarves or something, but his lips moved. In the end he didn't speak. So the saint nodded: "This is no problem, the Fire Hammer Council will take over this matter immediately."

Siegel continued: "I need to know how to pass the crystal wall barrier so that I can see the other side. After the meeting of the Dwarf Kings, Mora's Top delayed the Federation's trip to Earth for various reasons. This is the end of the matter. It's gone!"

His voice suddenly rose. The tone also became very strong: "You are the saint of the dwarves, I am telling you now, I am fed up with the procrastination and covert behavior of the Fire Hammer Council, childish! Speaking of it, I am more I like Mora's Top in the past. At least it's more direct, but unfortunately my old friend Erinte doesn't want to participate in the Dwarf Council, otherwise I really want to win him."

Just as the dwarf saint was about to speak, he was blocked by Siegel: "Have you forgotten my identity as a warrior on the summit? I am also qualified to participate in the affairs of Mora's summit. As an archmage, my right to speak should not be low. Right? Let the mindless dwarves of the Hammer Council go and find experienced dwarves who can coordinate internal and external relations to come to power. If the current consumption continues, the dwarves will become alone sooner or later!"

On the one hand, it is the life and death of the dwarves on the top of Mora, and on the other hand, it is the huge benefit of controlling the crystal wall passage. The saint weighed it, if he did not agree at this time. Siegel and the Federation will definitely turn around and leave, and will never have any connection with Mora's Peak again.

Moreover, another crystal wall channel jointly managed by the Star Kingdom, the Elves and the Mage Association is already passable, and the Federation is not the only one on the top of Mora. So the dwarf saint chose to back down and agreed to Siegel's request.

"They are all good warriors, but their management skills are indeed lacking, I will consider it." The saint nodded. "Have you got your wish this time, Siegel?"

Without even mentioning the title of "Archmage" or "Count Lord", Siegel knew that the Dwarf Saint was about to lose his patience. Alas, it seems from the bones that the dwarves will never change their rock-like stubbornness. Just like the elf will only grow in its own way towards the big tree. The orcs spread like flames, and the knees and shoulders of the dwarves would never bend.

Trees are long-lived but easy to break, and wildfires are strong but hard to last. So what are humans? There will never be a straight running water?

"Thank you, Lord Saint." Siegel nodded, and a perfunctory smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Can you tell me how to get through the crystal wall now?"

"This way." The dwarf saint led the way. Pushed open the door to the crystal wall barrier.

This is an artificial cave with a radius of 50 meters. In the center of the cave is a semi-circular door frame made of fine gold, and a complete amethyst is circled in the center. The dwarves arranged countless runes in the cave, and they were glowing with orange-red light. Through spiritual vision, Siegel could feel the power of the earth being mobilized, and then turned into khaki elemental lines ~www.novelmt.com~ connected to the amethyst.

"You can pass through the amethyst with the rune stone in hand, and it's the same when you come back." The dwarf saint pointed at him, and Siegel saw two sacks full of sacks in the corner of the room.

"It's that simple?" Siegel clicked his finger, and a rune stone flew into his hand.

"It's as simple as that, just walk into the amethyst with the rune. The rune here will recognize my mark and let you pass." The dwarf saint said: "Siegal, the spell over there can work as usual. , I suggest you do all the protection before going there."

The Archmage nodded, raised his wand and cast a protective spell and environmental adaptation spell for himself, then silenced his voice and image, and walked in.

The amethyst's surface rippled, and the dwarf's runestone flew back and fell into the bag. Erinte was shocked. He had experienced the war on the opposite side and knew that such a situation would only happen when the holder of the rune stone died!

The dwarf saint blew his beard and said to Erinte: "This time he can understand how much the dwarves sacrificed for the crystal wall passage. What about the archmage? Can it last for two seconds?" (To be continued. )