"Lost Lock" is a general term for a large class of Plastic Legendary Spells, and in a sense, Lost Lock is the most influential, social, and flexible type of legendary spell. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

To put it simply, the Lost Lock is such a device: it has a fixed range of influence, from a radius of a few hundred meters to thousands of kilometers, within which various spell effects are integrated to make them take effect constantly, and if they meet the pre-set conditions, the corresponding spell effects can be activated.

Let's take the simplest example. In a city shrouded in locks, the inhabitants can use flying as they please, even if you don't know anything about magic. But when you leave the labyrinth, you can't continue to enjoy the benefits of free flight.

Kitland's puzzle is even more complicated.

The crystal ball at the top of the tower reflects the streets and alleys of the city, and is monitored and maintained by the sheriff so that crimes or accidents can be detected and responded to as soon as possible.

In addition to this, there are three laws that are known to the public.

1. No one can use flying or teleportation abilities in the castle unless authorized by the lord.

2. The city will constantly "see through the invisible" and "detect the camp", and all the believers of evil creatures and evil gods will automatically emit a red aura, which can be seen by ordinary people, so that they can stay away.

3. Arms fighting is forbidden in the city, and those who disobey are to be locked up and then brought to court before a judge and twelve jurors.

"That's what Kitlander Locks are usually open to the public, and those that are more powerful are only available in exceptional circumstances." Vigraf concluded.

In front of the gates of Kitland, many travelers gathered waiting to enter the city, and those who came later were forced to stop.

Roland looked around at the crowd of black oppressors, and there were four or five hundred people stranded outside the city gate, dressed in a variety of ways, including merchants and travelers traveling in groups, and more adventurers with swords and swords chatting and laughing, and from time to time guards wearing leather armor and wearing the Cord emblem ran over to maintain order, advising everyone not to crowd and wait in line for customs clearance.

However, there were few people lining up in a proper manner, especially those half-orcs with bare chests and backs, who didn't care about people's contemptuous gazes, propped up their elbows and squeezed forward, completely ignorant of what public morality was.

There are also some tourists dressed as people who are not in a hurry, put their luggage on the ground as a stool, spread out a blanket as a tablecloth, cut the fragrant roast leg of lamb and eat it with spirits, the soup on the surface of the mutton is mixed with fat and condensed into meat jelly, cut off a thick slice with a dagger and sandwich it in the toast, and take a bite of the fat and fragrant.

The children in the queue around smelled the meat and cast hot eyes, and couldn't help but suck their fingers and swallow their saliva. Behind him, the parents turned the heads of the little ones again and again, and whispered a promise to take them to a big meal when they entered the city.

Roland smiled when he saw this chaotic and life-filled scene, and couldn't help but think of the scene of crossing the former Spring Festival train station.

At this time, Vigraf came over and explained apologetically: "There are a lot of outsiders who have entered the city recently, all of them are coming for the martial arts competition, there are tourists and contestants, the city defense department is under great pressure, and the boys on duty today are also inexperienced, I went to tell them to let everyone into the city in advance." ”

Roland waved his hand: "Don't break the rules, so many people don't look good, we are not in a hurry anyway, just wait a minute." ”

At this time, the crowd behind him was in an uproar. Roland looked back and saw a richly decorated carriage flying up the hill. The carriage floated in the air with a blessing spell, dragged by four looming phantom horses, and flew to the city gate in the blink of an eye, casting a shadow over the heads of the crowd and slowly descending.

The crowd was intimidated by the momentum of the magic carriage, and they all retreated in unison, dodging a clearing.

The carriage landed on the ground, and a middle-aged man in gray and white armor and a bearskin coat sat in the driver's seat, his face was white and blue, and his gloomy eyes made his heart palpitate.

Beside the rider sat a young man in a black trench coat with silver trim and a wide-brimmed hat with a parrot feather stuck in his brim, holding a lute in his arms, and plucking a string of melodious and sentimental notes, looking like a bard.

The man driving the car jumped out and walked to the back compartment. The moment they passed by Roland and them, the cloak was blown by the wind, revealing the armor worn inside, which turned out to be a patchwork of Bai Sensen's bones, and the cold negative energy quietly emanated, and the surrounding crowd couldn't help but shiver.

"Pale Lord......" Roland narrowed his eyes and muttered softly, becoming more and more curious about the identity of the owner of the carriage.

The Pale Lord is an advanced necromancer class, mostly a necromancer or warlock. As far as Roland knew, there was only one organization in the Far East that possessed this powerful and evil transcendent lineage, and that was the famous "Order of Naraku".

The gloomy young man beside the "Pale Lord" was no ordinary poet, and the melody played casually contained magical fluctuations, making the listener involuntarily depressed, recalling many bitter and sad pasts.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be a 'lament aria', also known as the Naraku poet." Roland lowered his voice and said to his companion.

Bloom, Lyudmila, and Viglav were overwhelmed and had never heard of the name, but Nikita and Veronica changed their faces.

"The Sorrowful Aria is a special advance of the Bard, able to use music to unleash magic, awaken and drive the spirits of the dead."

Veronica, who is from Parnia, is familiar with the situation of the Nerak Order, and Roland adds: "Gennady the 'Pale Lord' and 'Nerak Poet' Stepan are both rising stars of the Naraku Order, and there is a woman named Amphisa who is very close to them, and she is the 'Lord of the Revenant' of the Naraku Priest's advancement, and she is even stronger than these two, and they always follow a woman, who should be in the carriage right now. ”

Before Veronica could finish speaking, Gennady, the "Pale Lord", had already opened the car door, and a priestess in black robes stepped down.

She looked to be in her twenties, with a rather large skeleton, her shoulders swinging like a menacing she-bear when she walked, her robe wrapped in steel armor, and she made a muffled clatter when she jumped out of the carriage and landed.

Roland speculates that the lady is what Veronica calls Anfisa, the "Lord of the Dead". If you look closely, it is not ugly, but it is a pity that there is a palm-sized melon seed face on her broad shoulders, which is out of proportion compared to her plump and fleshy figure, and her sunken eye sockets and thick dark circles outline the mean temperament of the owl. Just looking at the back, you can get a high score, and the fat and straight ass is very attractive. (To be continued.) )