Twenty Sided Dice

After the hills, there is no forest, and there are more and more jagged rocks and overgrown weeds. The magic circles of dwarves, elves, and human mages have thinned here, as if they had given up their surveillance.

It stands to reason that there should be many traces of animals and insects living in this inaccessible place, and it is not difficult to see creatures such as ants and earthworms. But Siegel went all the way and saw nothing except a few non-venomous snakes escaping in the grass. No nests were seen, and skeletons were rarely found. The interior of the Yari Forest was like an animal entering, which formed a sharp contrast with the forest outside.

Siegel's doubts were quickly answered. After turning over another hill, he saw the Yari Valley and the magic circle shrouded in the valley. It's very strange that the magic circle is soaring up, from the ground to the sky, but it can't be seen in the distance. Siegel stepped back down the hill, no matter how he mobilized magic and elemental induction, he could never find the huge magic circle again.

Only when you get close can you clearly know the existence of the magic circle. Thousands of runes and mysterious lines that are constantly flying form this cylindrical formation with a radius of fifty miles, which isolates the world on both sides. Apart from being able to vaguely see the barren scenery opposite the magic circle, no elemental information was leaked out. This shows that the magic circle works perfectly, and it is completely self-contained without any loopholes. Siegel stared at it for a while, then squatted down with his forehead covered. This magic circle is too huge, and the speed of change is too fast. It takes at least several months to scrutinize from the appearance - Siegel does not have that long.

To be safe, Siegel picked up a stone and threw it at the circle, then watched it disintegrate into powder, like the effect of a dissociation ray. Then he experimented with different elemental effects, and found that this magic circle was as strong as the rainbow magic wall, or even worse. As the strongest protection spells, Iridescent Wall and Iridescent Sphere require multiple spells to unravel layer by layer, like peeling an onion. It has high demands on speed and timing, and spells in the wrong place or underpowered won't have an effect. Although each layer of rainbow light uses a fixed spell solution, it is basically delusional to want to dismantle this protective array.

There is no reason for him. The scale of this battle is simply too great.

The average rainbow light wall is only a few dozen meters in length, and some ** divisions specializing in the protection system have the ability to extend it to two or three hundred meters, which is basically the limit of mortals. A rainbow light wall of the size in front of Siegel is only within the sight range of dozens of miles. It requires a corresponding spell of the same size to pick. With the Myr core, Siegel could cast one or two spells of this strength, but then he would lose his power. By the time he recovered, the Fa Wall would have recovered long ago. If you want to peel off the seven-layer rainbow light wall, why do you need more than five magic spaceships with Myr energy cores. And five or six masters of elemental magic like Siegel work at the same time.

If you are not a master of element magic, you can't control the huge energy of Myr's energy core at all, and you can't convert it into a source of spell power that you can use. The rainbow light wall standing in front of the ** division is like announcing: I have told you how to defeat me, come and try!

"What strength does such a large magic circle rely on?" Siegel was a little curious. He wouldn't be surprised if it was Myr's energy core, but this magic circle seems to have a long history. Is there any other solution besides Myr's energy core?

Siegel walked slowly around the circle, trying to find its weak point. Going from the ground may be a way, but after the earth element dug down more than ten meters, it still hit the rainbow light wall, and then was dissolved, and Siegel no longer reported any hope. The Rainbow Wall is also one of the few barriers that blocks all divination and scrying spells. So there is no way to know the situation on the other side. Siegel could only measure the battle with his feet, until he found cluttered footprints and dried blood on the ground.

Footprints came from a variety of creatures, elephants, lions, hounds, and foxes, and a few feathers caught between the rocks seemed to come from some kind of giant bird, or a feathered beast like a hippogriff and owl bear. The bloodstains on the ground are dark and light in color, and are as wide-ranging as footprints. Siegel, though not an expert in biology, knew that such clutter must be unusual.

People know that the rainbow light wall is dangerous when they see it, let alone animals with sensitive senses. These footprints came from all directions, but they seemed to appear out of nowhere. For example, an elephant footprint on the ground, if you want to find out where it came from. Only broken leads can be traced. There was nothing in a flat clearing, and then suddenly huge footprints appeared. Unless elephants can fly or cast teleportation spells, there's only one explanation: these are all druids.

The footprints are becoming more and more concentrated, towards the direction of the Rainbow Dharma Wall. Right in front of Siegel. He stepped forward quickly and finally saw "that thing". A tower with hundreds of different creature corpses stacked up is more than ten meters high. The top corpse is only left with skeletons, and then the lower the level of decay, the lowermost creatures are very well preserved, and there is not even a trace of decay. Although blood and fluid in the organs flowed everywhere. But there is no stench here, and no scavengers like flies or vultures.

The reddish-brown liquid flowing down hit the rainbow light wall along the inclination of the ground and turned into rising smoke. Somehow, the stable rainbow wall has a flaw here. Where the smoke shrouded, the iridescent colors that should have been constantly changing solidified, including those mysterious runes and lines. That is to say, the magic circle is not working here.

Cracking from here is pretty easy, Siegel just needs to use a spell at a normal energy level and remove a spell or two to get in. He looked around, the terrain here was similar to what the green dragon described, and it was very likely that this place was the entrance.

He took a deep breath, and was about to cast his magic, when he heard a faint whimper. "Save me..." Faintly recognizable Elvish words came out from under the pile of corpses. Siegel hesitated for a while, sighed, first changed his appearance, disguised himself as an elf, and then came before the corpse pile.

Among the layers of corpses, there was a place that trembled slightly. Siegel saw the colorful feathers and curved beak from which the sound came. He shoved away the corpses stacked around him and dug out a touca.

The parrot's wings and legs were broken, and the body was twisted in a strange direction, probably the result of prolonged pressure. The parrot looked at Siegel with blue-black eyes. Then twist your neck vigorously to support your upper body.

"Thanks, brother, I almost died," said the parrot. "Just put me on the ground."

As soon as it touches the ground. It began to tremble, and eventually turned into a halfling. Less than one meter tall, sitting on the ground looks even shorter. The druid-brown sacrificial robe he was wearing was like a large quilt, the one full of holes and stains.

The halfling raised his head, looked at the "elf" standing in front of him and said, "Lucky brother. Why have I never seen you?"

"I haven't seen you either." Siegel replied in pure Elvish language: "How did you survive?"

"I don't know either..." The halfling shook his head: "I only remember that I was patrolling the Sunset Forest, and then I heard the call of the Druid Ring and rushed back immediately. After that, I was captured in the form of a parrot. I can't move at all. I can't remember what happened before. I can feel my life passing by, and my brothers and sisters around me are dying from their injuries, but I'm lucky, because of my small size, it lasts longer. .It was controlled by magic and couldn't move at all. Fortunately, I was in parrot form, so I could ask for help."

Siegel smiled at him. "You're really lucky." He turned his gaze to the pile of corpses and said deliberately, "Will there be any living people inside?"

The halfling immediately turned into a sad expression, shook his head and said, "No, the last one other than me died three days ago. I thought I was dead too."

"What are you going to do next?" Siegel continued tentatively.

"I don't know, I'm injured, and I don't have the strength to cast a spell to heal myself, let alone go very far. I need to rest here, pray and meditate." The halfling said to Siegel, "Only you can protect me. so don't go too far."

Siegel watched the smoke from the rising blood, but looked at the halfling out of the corner of his eye. Said: "I want to go inside and have a look, you wait for me outside."

"What are you doing in there? There are demons in it, don't you want to live?" said the halfling, "Don't go in, it's going to die. I need you to take me back to the Druid Ring. Report the situation to the elders there. Come. , give me a hand!"

"You're a saint, you don't need me to help you." Siegel spread his hands and said to the halfling: "And just after I saved you, you lied to me and let me think. Whose saint would you be? "

The halfling laughed dryly, and the wound on his body healed in a faint halo. Although this is a common power of saints, Siegel found that his wounds did not heal as fast as other saints. Even the dwarf saint recovered from his pitiful dry appearance after being devastated by the dust, faster than this halfling.

Siegel felt wrong when he heard the cries for help. The possibility of it being a trap is far greater than the reality~www.novelmt.com~ But who would set such an obvious scene, not even a fledgling adventurer. Will be fooled.

So Siegel had other thoughts in his heart, maybe someone was really in trouble, and his kindness prevented him from dying. When he approached the pile of corpses, he could already feel the power of magic, the strong restraint, not to mention animals, even giant dragons could not get out. This restraint is often used when summoning otherworldly creatures to prevent demons and devils from escaping. But strangely, this restraint was of no use to Siegel, who could traverse it without hindrance.

But when he put his hand into the pile of corpses, he had a strange feeling. From the skin and pores, extremely weak elements drained into the corpse pile, and then mixed into the slowly condensed and flowing blood water. This loss is nothing to him, but the speed of the passing is steadily increasing and will become faster and faster.

Siegel estimated that in just over half a day, he would be unable to make ends meet. After half a day, his elemental power will be drained from the body. After two days like this, the body will begin to age and die uncontrollably. This is how the decaying process of the corpse piles from top to bottom is carried out, even the elf druid will be depleted of life energy, and a halfling is still alive, unless his recovery ability can reach the level of a saint.

Sure enough. (To be continued.)