Twenty Sided Dice

The light of magic flashed, and seven different spells were cast on the rainbow light wall in sequence, namely ice pick, wind, dissociation, wall penetration, magic missile, daylight and dispel magic. A two-meter-high hole appeared in the French wall behind the steam, enough for Siegel to pass through.

"Xingsuo, remember, if the steam disappears, you must notify me immediately." Siegel said with the communication technique: "If I haven't come out by then, you will use the high creation circle to create the adamantine cylinder and plug it in. Go under the Dharma Wall. Unlike other substances, fine gold will not be disintegrated in an instant, and it will last a while longer."

"How long can it last?" Xing Suo's voice was trembling, obviously a little scared.

"I won't be trapped inside if I can hold on until I come out." Siegel smiled and strode in.

After turning his back, Siegel took a deep breath, which showed a trace of concern. Can you not worry, all the information about this place comes from the green dragon. It said that the owner of the ten-sided dice is waiting for him here, and there are important things to talk to him about. Green Dragon is a friend Siegel met many years ago, and he has lived in the Jackdaw tribe as a shape-changer for many years, but he still cannot rule out the possibility of this being a trap.

As long as it is still within the envelope of Myr's energy core, even Lier can't do anything about him. If there is a trap in front of him, specifically targeting his cage, using his curiosity to lure Siegel into it, the possibility is not non-existent.

Time travel exists, and Siegel has seen his future self and books that have experienced time travel. If someone went back to the past from the future, and then laid out in advance, it could theoretically make sense.

But if you can do it, why not go back in time and take the dice when you don't have the Myr core yet? Although there is only one present, the past and the future are endless, and every minute and every second represents a possibility. Siegel began to feel dizzy after thinking for a while. There seemed to be many logical contradictions that could not be explained. If the future self can cast the spell of time travel, does that mean that he will definitely be safe and sound. At least until you master time travel? Will things be that simple?

Of all the rules, the rules of time are the most difficult to master, and Siegel just thought about it. He knew that stepping over the Rainbow Dharma Wall was an adventure, and he was more attentive because of his nervousness. He quickly adjusted his mood. Focus your attention on the things in front of you.

Outside the wall was a forest, but the forest disappeared, but there were still grass and trees, but on the other side of the wall was a complete wasteland. There is no grass here, not even moss, lichens and the like. Only stone, sand, and dust were in sight. The only thing moving is the smoke coming out of the cracks in the ground.

"That thing is poisonous, twenty faces." An old male voice came from Siegel's ear, almost startling him. "Go along the rift on your right, turn left when you encounter a fork in the road, and you will see the cave where I live after about three miles."

"You can see me, and you should be able to hear what I'm saying?" Siegel asked aloud, "Do you know what I'm looking for? It's better to just talk like that."

"You're afraid, Twenty Faces, and that's a good thing, fear makes people focus and grow," said the voice. "You want answers, you want wisdom. But even the best things are dangerous, and Wisdom and answers. What you want is not complete by hearing and needing your own eyes. And I want nothing but to see you with my own eyes and know what I do, what I give, what I do Is the sacrifice I gave up for it all worth it!"

His voice suddenly became sharp, angry and grumpy, giving Siegel a sting in his ears. With this sound, several rough stones scattered on the ground exploded, and scattered fragments flew everywhere. The poisonous gas from the ground also erupted violently, making a loud noise like a whistle.

"Sorry. Twenty Faces, I'm too excited." The voice gradually recovered and became acceptable again. "Come on, I'm waiting for you here. Remember. There are still traps they set, and you must only take the left fork."

"Okay, I believe you, the fork on the left." Siegel repeated: "If you want to go out, turn back and take the fork on the right?"

"Hahaha, you wouldn't do that. When you take the first step, you're doomed to go all the way." The voice said, "But you're right, if you want to turn back, you just have to keep going to the right. Just go. Abandoned on the left, right on the right."

Siegel cast a protective spell for himself and summoned the air elemental rune to guard him. Then he held the stardust in one hand and the glowing wand in the other, and found the ramp leading to the depths of the rift. The terrain here is like Mother Earth being torn by giant hands, wounds left on the skin, brokenness and decay are the only themes here. The rock walls on both sides are more than 20 meters high, and the light from the outside passes through the narrow crack at the top, and only a few can reach the bottom.

There was no living thing around, and there was no sign of any living thing ever being there. The Elements are all dead silent here, only becoming active again when Siegel is around. The new worlds are alive, the elements are like boiling water; only the dying worlds are as silent as ice. Within the confines of the Rainbow Dharma Wall, it is this tomb-like stillness.

Life and death are relative, as Siegel discovered while developing cloning. Where there is a lot of life, undead are prone to appear, after all, the latter comes from the former. However, in this canyon in front of him, there is no possibility of even the existence of undead creatures. Here is complete silence, the kind of dead end where even undead creatures die.

There is nothing in the canyon, except for the hard rubble, there are many forked intersections. Siegel turned to the left whenever he encountered a fork, never daring to miss it.

"Have many people been here?" Siegel asked. But his voice echoed in the canyon, repeated among the rocks, but there was no answer. Immediately afterwards, not his voice, nor the voice of the guide just now, some small and frantic scratching sounds appeared, reminding him of mice. It seems that the air element is also feeling it. It raised a fist made of wind and clouds and slammed it on the ground. Countless chains of lightning flew in all directions, like a web of electric spiders.

The scratching sound disappeared, but a new voice sounded, which seemed to be a human murmur. Siegel kept reminding himself that it wasn't true, and reinforced it with spells to see through illusions and protect against mind control. But the murmur did not disappear, but became clearer and more specific.

Then he heard the old captain's voice. With the sound of the waves hitting the bow of the boat, with the squeak of the mast after the drum was full, the voice that had been sleeping for a long time in the depths of memory reappeared in Siegel's ear: "Squid boy, what are you doing, go quickly. Watch the post to see where the clouds go!"

Siegel raised his head subconsciously and saw a mast in the cliff. The familiar lookout was still the same as it was in the past, even the rust marks caused by the wind, sun and rain were the same. To think of that lookout position, you need to climb, and you leave the road under your feet. Siegel took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and kept thinking in his heart: "You are dead, I see you are dead, don't use him to deceive me."

When he opened his eyes again, the captain's visions and voices were gone, leaving only a fork to the left, so he continued on. Why can I still see the complete illusion, instead of breaking the spell, why am I still affected by emotions? Siegel used all his senses to pay attention to the fluctuations of the elements around him, but still he could only find them like a pool of stagnant water. What kind of force caused the difference just now?

"It's divine power, boy, you know it very well." Loremaster Faranis sat in the upholstered rocking chair, with a coffee table and a pipe by his hand. A falcon with pale grey feathers rested on his shoulder, staring at him with bright yellow eyes. Siegel seems to have some impressions of this bird. In the orc territory, he once raised his head and looked at the sky, and it should be the figure of this falcon flying by.

"Come on, continue our course on dealing with the daily relationship between the gods and the territory." Faranis looked kindly and pointed to the seat opposite him. "Time is running out, come on."

Siegel raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning penetrated Faranis' body, penetrating the illusion, and exploding on the mountain wall behind. "A real Ph.D. will block this magic." Siegel shook his head and continued walking.

Sir Bill stood in his way, sword in hand. Siegel was so impressed with the sword that his early dream was to have a sword that could actually fight. Sir Bill raised the shining sword to his chest, and said, "I'm disappointed, why do you want to be a mage? Have you forgotten what I taught you about knighthood!"

Siegel just met Sir Bill not long ago~www.novelmt.com~ The teacher doesn't mind him learning magic, but only teaches him to restrain himself by the principles of knighthood and do good deeds, so the Sir Bill in front of him must be an illusion ! The phantom Sir Bill slashed with his sword, and he couldn't even take a shred of wind. This level of illusion is too lame...

Before Siegel's mind could finish, his body responded. Feeling palpitations, his hair stood upright and his scalp was numb. The swordsman's reaction made him raise his arm and use stardust to intersect with Sir Bill's phantom sword.

"Clang!" Only the harsh sound of metal slamming was heard, and only the tiger's mouth and wrist trembled. Sir Bill's sword was actually real! The sharp weapon turned in a circle, bypassed Siegel's block, and continued to stab the bridge of his nose. Siegel raised the weapon with the hilt of his right hand, and shot flames from the tip of his wand.

A cone of flame engulfed Sir Bill's body, his vision was shattered, and the sword fell to the ground. Siegel looked down, wondering why the weapon didn't make any sound when it was swung. But where is the long sword on the ground, only the bare ground and the never-scarred gravel are left.

"Why didn't the air element protect me?" Siegel looked to his side, but the air element also dissipated. He knew that he was in trouble and that it would take a lot of thought to crack it. (To be continued.)