Twenty Sided Dice

The black figure is slowly approaching, and its shape is gradually changing. A gray shadow stretched out from his hand and turned into a rusty long sword. Following the hand holding the sword, the shadow became clearer and clearer, and the bracers on the arms could already be seen, then the shoulder armor, breastplate, robe and helmet. In the gap of the helmet are a pair of ruthless eyes, under the armor is a gray corpse, and the dry hand is holding a long sword rusted by blood. The figure appeared for a few seconds, then reverted to the advancing shadow.

Siegel and Janet ran away, and the metal gate made a roaring sound. The two hurriedly lay on the ground, and then a fiery flame swept through the air, covering the entire 100-meter radius. The flames brought warmth and regained strength in the frozen hands and feet of the two. Using their hands and feet, they crawl under the flames.

The shadow was ignited by the fire, twisted and fell down, tumbling on the ground like boiling water. Siegel felt that the pressure in his heart was much less instantly, and took out his wand to cast the energy missile spell. The purple ball of light flew towards the shadow, then passed through it, and exploded on the ground. The excited airflow caused the shadow to twist a few more times, but it did not cause substantial damage.

"Undead, shadow, troublesome opponent." Siegel gritted his teeth and dragged Janet forward.

Since there were flames above their heads for a range of more than 100 meters, the two of them could only crawl outwards. Just when Siegel thought he was about to leave the range of the sea of ​​​​fire, all the surrounding scenery changed in the blink of an eye. The stone floor becomes a wooden floor, which is constantly tilted and swayed. The hot, dry flame air became salty and wet, with a smell of the sea. Siegel looked up and found himself kneeling on the deck of the Lucky South, no armor, just a tattered tunic; no wand, just a dirty rag. The big ship was moving fast on the sea, the sails were bulging, and the sky was clear.

"Squid, what are you waiting for! Hurry up and clean up the deck!" The captain's voice was clear and bright, and Siegel shed two lines of tears. "After cleaning, go to the watchtower, don't think about being lazy!"

Siegel squatted down and wiped away a black spot on the deck, but he couldn't wipe it off. He felt anxious, and became more and more forceful. "Watchtower, watchtower, I'm going to watchtower," he repeated frantically, sweat dripping down his hair, wetting the rag. The black speck gradually faded with wiping, and the outline became clearer and clearer, like the profile of Sir Bill's face.

Siegel was startled and stood up abruptly. At this time, it was already dark, and the big waves hit, and the ship shook violently. Next to the lucky Soth, a large ship with a ferocious face came up. Kita's dried head was stuck with a wooden stick on the side of the ship, and dozens of orcs were holding serrated swords, shouting loudly, and preparing to board the ship.

"Why didn't you go to the watchtower?" There was a broken arrow stuck in the eye socket of the first officer, and black blood was constantly flowing from it. He grabbed Siegel's neck and said sadly, "Why didn't you see it this time?"

Another arrow came and went into the first mate's temple, killing him.

The orc threw a grappling hook, tied the two boats together, and then jumped on the lucky Soth, wielding the weapon in his hand, and killed anyone he saw. Siegel fled, searching for a weapon along the way. But every time he tried to pick up a sword, or even a stick, the weapon broke in his hands—the sword broke, the stick rotted. He staggered across the deck until he tripped over a dead body.

The old captain had a flying axe in his chest, and a knife was cut on his neck. With his last breath left, his blood-filled mouth opened and closed as he said his last words: "I'm so disappointed, I'm so disappointed..."

Siegel brushed the captain's face with his palm and closed his eyes for him. He wiped his tears and stood up from the captain's body. The orc pirate rushed over, the serrated machete whistling in the air. But at this time, Siegel was not afraid at all, a wand appeared in one of his hands, and a machete in the other.

"Why does this orc move like a goblin?" Siegel replied calmly. He raised his wand, and the dazzling light burst from the top like a little sun. The orcs covered their eyes and cried out in pain.

Under the light, the images of these orcs disappeared one after another, but a larger black shadow shrouded them. Siegel looked up and saw that the red dragon that was killed in the Jackdaw tribal camp was flapping its wings and slowly landed in front of him. The thick sulphurous stench rushed toward the face, and the dragon's eyes contained angry flames.

"Meet again, human." The dragon's voice was clear and strong, shaking Siegel's soul directly: "This time, it's just you and me."

Siegel laughed and said to the dragon, "Is this what scare me, a dragon? If you are real, I admit that I am not your opponent, but I still kill your master and eat Your flesh and blood!"

"Master? Do you mean this?" The giant dragon grabbed a piece of armor from the void, like a death knight and a shadow chasing Siegel. The dragon spewed flames, burning the armor into molten iron. It shook its head and roared loudly: "The dragon has no master!"

Siegel frowned, feeling that the illusion was too real. Seeing, hearing, smelling, and touching are all as real. The strangest thing is that even though he knew that he was in an illusion, he tried several methods and changed several spells, but he still did not escape.

The dragon looked down at Siegel and laughed at him: "Oh, little magician, who will save you this time? Who will save them this time?" There must have been a tent at the dragon's feet, a tall, pointed tent. Pointed teepee. From the tent came the cries of Myrcella's childbirth, and then a cry of a baby. Janet shouted happily in the tent: "It's born, it's born."

Flames spewed out of the dragon's mouth, engulfing the tent and turning into a burning fire. The huge claws pressed down, turning the fire into a cloud of soot and fly ash. The dust was black, floating on Siegel's face, still hot.

Even if he knew it was fake, it would still hurt Siegel to experience it again. He felt himself unable to breathe, something seemed to be blocked in his throat, and his stomach was twitching again and again. Tears seemed to flow from his eyes, and Janet's last call kept echoing in his mind.

"Little Mage, what can you do to me?" The giant dragon lowered his head and stopped very close to Siegel. Its nostrils are still exuding smoke, and the flames are drilling from the gaps between its teeth. "What can you do to me? I am the great dragon Kagrachis, I am the master of Mount Sittori, I am the shadow of the Red Rock Valley, I can torture you forever. Even if you are a sharp sword , I will also smash you, smash you, erode you, and make you a puddle of mud, no longer useful."

Siegel took a burnt shard from his face, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and rubbed his fingers to turn it into fly ash. He sighed, stepped forward, and stood in front of the dragon's head. He has learned to be calm, to restrain his emotions, and to strike a balance between reason and sensibility. Siegel smiled at the dragon, then said, "Dragon, Lord and Shadow, great titles. You can be reborn in this fantasy, so realistic and powerful, do you know why?"

The dragon didn't say a word, but his eyes focused, obviously paying attention to the answer to this question.

"That's because I dissected you, then ate you, and knew every detail about you. But even if you were so realistic, I could sense the difference!" Siegel stabbed his wand forward as soon as he finished speaking. , with a dazzling light. The dragon's scales vanished, and the surrounding scene shattered into pieces and disappeared. Siegel felt himself stabbed, a warm feeling running down his wand into his sleeve. A man with a haggard face looked at the wand at his heart in surprise, and **** foam kept dripping from his mouth. He was wearing a khaki robe and raised his shriveled hands, as if to cast some spell, but before the spell was completed, he fell down and his body fell to the ground.

Siegel found himself still in the dwarves' cave, but it was a circular room with the fire passage just outside the room. In the center of the room was a platform raised above the ground, about as high as Siegel's chest, and on the platform was a complete dragon skull.

There are four corpses around the platform, and it looks like they are guarded by the morning sun. They were all in the same position: lying on the ground, their left hand pointed at the dragon's skull, their wrists were cut open, and the blood had long since drained. In addition to this, Janet was lying on the ground, convulsing all over her body, like an epileptic seizure.

He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Janet, put her gently in his arms, and whispered a spell in her ear. Janet's shaking eased a little, and Siegel rolled her eyelids. Her eyes kept rolling erratically, the eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and the effect of the illusion was still not over.

Siegel broke free from the spell and consumed a lot of physical strength, but he continued to chant the spell to help Janet regain her sanity. But she didn't seem to get any better, and she fell deeper and deeper into the dream. Janet's appearance began to change, first reverting to the appearance of a little beggar, and then back to the demonborn.

Siegel kissed her forehead lightly, then grabbed Janet's hand and clenched it to her lips, offering her support. He prayed to the God of Storms, he prayed to the Mother of Life, and even, like some pirates, prayed to all the gods he knew at once. Janet is still changing her appearance, there is a young and beautiful lady, a dignified lady, a handsome young man, and a fat man who is rich~www.novelmt.com~ Then a face appeared in front of Siegel , "malt" is also known as "little finger".

Siegel was stunned for a while, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking he was still in an illusion. Malt's face soon changed and became an unfamiliar face again. This change lasted for about ten minutes, and Siegel kept holding her, looking at her face after face, thinking in his heart all the time. Doubt seized him, growing like a weed and spreading like a plague. 'Who is Janet? What are her faces for? How could she have a malt face, is it a hallucination or a deception? Why didn't she say it, what else did she say? Which are real and which are fake? ' The voices and thoughts kept coming up in Siegel's head, distressing and annoying him. The mental torture is like the interrogator whipping back and forth with a whip. The wounds will be layered on, deeper and more painful.

Until Janet regained her demonic appearance, curled her tail and curled up in Siegel's arms, and fell asleep. At this time, her face was serene and calm, like a newborn baby, defenseless. The long red eyelashes trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself. Siegel leaned down, put his ear to her lips, and finally caught Janet's words. "Siegel, squid," she repeated, smiling.

"Poor guy." Siegel knew that Janet had stabilized now, and the effects of the spell began to fade on her, but she still needed time to recover. With twenty-sided dice, Siegel has magical resistance, but not everyone is as lucky as he is. He placed Janet gently on the ground and kissed her forehead again.

"Sleep in peace, kitty." Siegel said, "I will take care of everything, including your past."