"Summoning a lich, well, I know the spell......" Benjamin repeated over and over again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Actually, he is very bottomless.

Because he had always thought that summoning magic with a limit on this kind of duration was not so good at it.

He prefers to refine necromantic creatures that can exist permanently.

And the lich, he didn't even try to summon it.

Malfurion sat in front of Benjamin, and suddenly an extra glass of black liquid appeared in her hand, and slowly poured it into her mouth.

"It's a nice thing, I don't know if you'll like it. Malfurion said with a smile.

"What's that?" Benjamin lowered his wand again, he needed to ease his mind.

"A drink that I made myself. Of course, you can also think of it as a type of alcohol. Malfurion conjured another cup lightly, shook it twice, and handed it to Benjamin.

"After drinking it, you will definitely have a wonderful feeling. ”

Benjamin nodded, slowly pouring the entire drink down his throat, spicy, with the feeling of liquid burning in his body.

"What the hell is this? It's hot!"

Benjamin asked, confused.

Malfurion chuckled, "This is the heart of the Earth Dragon. I just minced them into juice. You may not get used to it for the first time, but trust me, you'll definitely enjoy it in the future. ”

Benjamin touched his stomach and felt sick to his stomach.

Earthworm?

Of course, he knew about the Earth Dragon, a creature of the Wurmite family, which, like the Wyvern, was weaker than the real dragon. But in the eyes of most Warcraft, it is still a hegemon-level existence.

"Sounds disgusting, I shouldn't have asked you what it was. ”

Benjamin finished his sentence and closed his eyes again.

The spell was flowing in his mind.

But when Benjamin waved his wand and recited the incantation, there was no reaction at all.

The whole room didn't change at all, not even a sound.

And Marfurion, who was sitting in front of Benjamin, was light and light, and it seemed that she had expected this result for a long time.

"Benjamin, if you just have to repeat the spell, then you can really give up this trial. Think back to what I told you before. ”

When Malfurion said this, she stopped prompting Benjamin.

What did he say? What did he say about spells?

Benjamin finally remembered.

Could it be that this is for him to analyze the composition of this spell now?

Merlin's socks! I haven't even figured out the geometry yet!

Benjamin's heart was roaring wildly. But let him give up now, and then face death? He simply can't do it.

Benjamin let out a long sigh of relief and conjured a piece of parchment on which he wrote the spell to summon the lich.

He stared at the parchment, and even marked the phonetic transcription very carefully, but found no clues.

Nor could he have come up with the composition of magic, or the movement of trace elements.

Benjamin sighed, but he wrote a series of spells such as summoning ghosts and summoning skeletons, in an attempt to discover their patterns.

Malfurion glanced at it and smiled with satisfaction.

"The method is correct, and when you can understand it depends on your understanding. But as I said earlier, the flow of time here is all up to me, so you can feel free to study here. ”

Marfurion said that she had fun, and then disappeared into the cabin.

Benjamin lit another candle before he began to study it silently.

Perhaps, his boring stare at the parchment would not have done anything.

Benjamin thought with some sadness.

After all, he wasn't much of a linguist, and he had nothing in common right now except that they all had an "ssr" suffix for a summoning spell.

What a heartbreaking realization.

Benjamin sighed.

For the rest of the day, Benjamin stared at the parchment like a wooden man, his pupils filled with letters and incantations.

It was at this time that Benjamin unexpectedly felt an ethereal, or rather empty, feeling.

It's a feeling that's hard to describe.

If you think of yourself as a balloon, that's probably how it feels when you're just released.

Benjamin thought he had flown up, and he unconsciously floated in the cabin.

The table, like him, floated around the cabin. Several times Benjamin struggled to dodge the impact of the table.

In addition, above the table, the parchment with spells written on it had also flown to the ceiling.

Only the candle stood firmly on the table, and not even its flame showed any flickering or weakening.

While Benjamin was still marveling at his own state, he felt a strong impact and flow.

The space around his body seemed to speed up and flash away.

It was only during Benjamin's first metamorphosis that he felt like he couldn't help but vomit.

It was only when it was all settled down that Benjamin opened his eyes. And now by his side is not the cabin.

Starry sky, an endless and vast starry sky, and a sky full of stars.

If Benjamin hadn't been in this world, he probably wouldn't have known he was here.

Could this be the legendary universe?

No, how could he have come to the universe all at once, Benjamin tapped his head.

Benjamin was surprised to find that the parchment was still in his hand. And when Benjamin recited the incantation again, the starlights connected one after another, and then a not-so-complicated diorama appeared in front of him.

In an instant, a word appeared in Benjamin's mind, the construct of magical power.

That's right, this should be the magic model that Malfurion asked him to build.

It turned out that every magic could be expressed in such a three-dimensional and impressionistic pattern, and Benjamin was a little excited.

As Benjamin was reciting another incantation, a second model appeared in front of him.

Obviously, the model for summoning skeletons is much simpler, just a solid triangle. But it's unusually solid.

The model that summons the ghost is relatively more sophisticated.

But when Benjamin uttered the spell to summon the lich, a spiral-shaped, and not even monolithic collection of stars appeared in his hand.