The roar from the cane made Adams a little confused, and he had never imagined the situation he was in, and the unreasonable impact made Adams even ignore the threat of the other party.

"Can you speak?" he asked, looking cautiously at the cane, and looked at him hesitantly.

Without the help of anyone's hands, the gray crutches had already risen from the ground and stood there quietly, looking particularly mysterious and weird.

It shuddered slightly, swaying like a tumbler a few times, and then a solemn voice came from the head of the crutch.

"Of course, fool, I'm fluent in several languages, didn't your teacher tell you that wands have unique spirituality, and high-level wands can even produce their own souls?"

It paused, then spoke with some confusion.

"What are you doing waking me up, little thing? That filthy ogre was slaughtered by your teacher?"

"What teacher, what ogre?" Adams frowned at these inexplicable terms.

Of course he knew about ogres, though he hadn't seen them with his own eyes, but in the minstrels' descriptions, they were a tall, muscular, ugly monster that took pleasure in eating people, and was often used by mothers to frighten disobedient children. But what does this have to do with you?

Listening to Adams' question, the wand seemed to freeze as well, and after a while, it finally swayed again.

"Who the hell are you? I smell necromancy in you. ”

It paused and continued, "But that's not your taste, it's from some small object in your pocket, I didn't pay attention to it before, and I thought you were a necromancer apprentice. ”

Adams slipped his hand into his pocket in confusion, the hard touch of his fingertips reminding him of what it was.

He pulled out the crystals from his pocket, letting them glow faintly in the palm of his hand.

"It's soul crystals", the wand seemed to recognize them, and then made a qualitative conclusion about them.

"The feelings are extracted very cleanly, not bad, good material. ”

As if noticing Adams' confused expression, the wand suddenly rattled and laughed, "I see, you don't know it at all, and you don't know anything about ogres, right?" ”

The Pale Wand laughed louder and more cheerfully, as if it had discovered something that pleased it.

It paused, then screamed, "In other words, you just picked one up by accident, that is, you are just an ordinary person with good mental power, and then you happened to wake up my adult." ”

Hearing this, Adams finally became alert, and he realized that this thing of unknown origin in front of him might be playing some bad calculations, probably a very bad kind.

He stiffly took two steps back to the edge of the berth, fumbling his way out of his leather armor and holding it in his hand.

However, the wand that calls itself the bone dragon Oslav does not move, it stands motionless, giving people an eeriely anthropomorphic lazy feeling.

"Don't struggle, it's useless, you're my next lovely corpse witch", Osslav still snorted in a lazy tone, as if all the actions of the young man in front of him were futile and ridiculous.

Immediately afterward, it cast a two-ring shadow bondage spell.

A ghostly light flashed, and five pitch-black tentacles burst out of the shadow in front of Adams, and before he could react, the tentacles flexibly wrapped around his limbs and waist. The strength of these tentacles was so great that he was about to shrink back to the ground, but Adams quickly tensed his body and fell backwards, using the strength of milk to barely stabilize his body.

Ogholas smirked wickedly, and began to chant something, his low, psychedelic voice wafting back and forth through the room, making people uneasy.

As he chanted, the ground gradually became no longer flat, but rippled like a lake, and then a dark shadow crawled up Adams' ankle like a snake, enveloping his entire body.

Adams' eyes were pitch black, and he felt as if his consciousness was slowly beginning to overflow, and his body gradually became out of his control.

After two limp struggles, he finally felt relaxed, and slowly, as in the old horror stories, he felt himself in a state of weightlessness, he was slowly rising, he peeled off his body, and he could see "himself" lying quietly in the darkness like a silent rotting log.

In the distance, a clump of white shadows slowly drifted over, it was an ugly white lizard with a pair of small wings on its back. The wings hung limply on its back, as if it had been injured in some way.

The lizard greedily crawled up to the corpse-like "self", sniffed vigorously, and then stretched out the tip of its forked tongue to lick "Adams's" body.

"Stop, you disgusting reptile. Adams shouted hard in the air, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, his voice seemed to disappear, and no one could hear it.

However, the lizard stopped its movements, looked up suspiciously, and looked around.

As if noticing any clues, the lizard lowered his head, shook his body, and slowly crawled up to "Adams's" face, and then seemed to try to burrow into "Adams's" mouth.

Adams only felt a chill, "Oh my god, this damn thing won't want to eat my guts."

Unable to care about anything else, he lunged at it, grabbed the damn thing by the tail and pulled it out. The lizard struggled desperately in its hands, its small wings fluttering, trying to gain more strength to break free from Adams' hands.

As a piece of glass shattered, the darkness vanished, and Adams' eyes were clear again, only this time, a gray-white lizard fluttered in his hand, screaming miserably.

"Great master, please spare my life, I dare no more, let me go, and let your most loyal servant continue to serve you. ”

Of course, Adams won't believe its nonsense, in fact, taking advantage of his illness to kill him is the only thing Adams thinks now, who knows what kind of moth this thing will come up with to deal with himself.

Thinking like this, his palm couldn't help but increase slightly.

"No, master, you don't do any good by breaking my soul. The wand will turn into a useless bone. The lizard screamed even harder, and it writhed like crazy.

"I said, I said I can't do it, and with my real name, Orosimoslov, I make a sacred oath that the Pale Wand will be dedicated to His Excellency the Archmage. If there is a violation, the soul will be extinguished. ”