A rune.

Alexei had only seen a paragraph, and his expression became extremely solemn.

"Who tattooed my spell inside the skull?"

Doubts and anger rose in his mind: "Who is it? Who stole my magic?"

"I'm going to kill you!

The knuckles of his skull turned white, but reason told him that no one could steal his magic hundreds of years in advance, before even his grandfather was born.

"No, it's impossible!"

"Am I a shameful plagiarist?" Alexei felt ridiculous, "but I've never seen a theory of necromancy, much more so similar to my work." ”

"Impossible ......"

He shook his head, resolutely denying his years of hard work, but only repeating the nonsense speculation of the achievements of his predecessors: "Otherwise, I would not be the first mage on the continent to resurrect the dead." ”

"Frankinica has outlived me, and there's no reason why she shouldn't know that someone has invented necromancy in the past. Unless ......"

Alexei comforted himself: "It was buried here as soon as it was born. ”

"But even if he discovers the resurrection method first, it won't be a big deal. Alexei clenched his skull, and the conflict between his past perception and the reality in front of him was fierce, and he couldn't figure it out.

But Alexei understands that the skull in front of him is ironclad evidence, and no amount of self-deception can change the reality that has happened.

"No, what am I struggling with?"

Alexei, who had calmed down, came back to his senses and felt that the skull maker in front of him might really have figured out the runes and theories of necromancy in advance, but that didn't conflict with his efforts, because ......

"Those who carry forward the glory are the best. ”

"The dead never progress, but the living still have room to transcend. ”

"Since you have chosen to bury the secret of the Resurrection Law, then this glory belongs to me. ”

"Let's call you a mentor first. In this way, I am also standing on the shoulders of my predecessors and looking down on the world. ”

After a few sentences of self-language, after all, it was the intellectual curiosity in the brain that prevailed.

On the road to the mage, the master is the first!

After putting aside the trace of disappointment and complacency in his heart, Alexei, who let go of his psychological baggage, reverently put his skull on the gravel and laid it out, put his hands together, bowed a pinch of yellow sand, and watched the sand leak through the gaps between his fingers and flow and fly over the skull. He closed his eyes and whispered, and did the whole set of etiquette to meet the honorable man before continuing to hold the skull and continue to look down with what he had just browsed.

The more I watched, the more frightened I became.

Although the resurrection method in the first part of the skull is very similar to Alexey's self-deluded magic, in the middle part, the skull maker has already stepped into the practical realm before him, unlike him, who needs to use objects such as Olmea, mercury, etc. as necessary auxiliary materials to carry it out.

"Interesting. ”

"It's really interesting. Alexei stepped back and raised his hand, "Then let me see what your spell is!

But the moment he pointed to the magic flash, raindrops fell on his skin.

"Something is wrong. ”

As soon as my mind moved, the rain poured down in an instant. The clear sky was covered by rolling dark clouds in the blink of an eye, and when I looked up at the sky, the golden thunder was beating uneasily in the clouds, and just a little movement, there was a crackling thunder sound in my ears.

Swish!

A bolt of lightning struck half an inch from the mage's toes, and between the bursts of white mist, the shallow black pit seemed to be a wordless warning, and then the rain quickly accumulated, and the bottom of the pit shone brightly.

"Are you stopping me too?"

Staring at the vitrified gravel at the bottom of the pit, Alexei licked the raindrops off the back of his hand. Beside him, the invisible shield easily blocked all the rain, but immediately another drop of rain fell on his shoulder, and there was only a wet stain on the black robe. He turned his head to look, and suddenly realized something, and in the blink of an eye, the magic-filled space-time disintegrated in front of him, and the world where the magic had dried up reappeared before his eyes.

It's back.

The darkness and red of the light in front of him quickly brought Alex back to his senses. The mage came to his senses and found himself still in the same position as he had been before heading to the sand, with his fingers crippled in his elbow, but in his other hand, there was an extra gray-white skull.

The corners of the eyes were slightly tilted upward, and there was nothing on the book that greeted the eyes, and the snow-white pages were blank.

Behind him, the heavy staff fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

Alexey closed his eyes and meditated.

He turned suddenly, picked up the staff on the ground, raised the staff, and shouted at the lizard corpse at the door, "Surrender to me!"

An emerald green aura easily broke through the lost air and hit the long tail of the lizard, the latter's already stiff corpse trembled slightly, the eyelids covered with fine scales opened, the godless eyes reflected the dim scene, the thick hind claws pulled twice without strength, as if regaining the consciousness of life, the tail flicked, sweeping down several bottles and cans while also standing upright.

A perfect spell cast.

Alexei looked in amazement at the dead thing in front of him, which was slightly more than he had imagined.

The way the lizards in the Lost Lands stood was different from the drakes he had seen in the past. Its spine is curved, and its broad feet and tail provide a human-like foundation for its body, but it is not as straight as a human.

From Alexey's point of view, the lizard still appears a little hunched when it stands upright. In addition to this, its shoulders are the same height as its neck, its long neck sticks forward rather than upward, and at the top is mounted an ugly, triangular head that resembles the head of a duck and a canine.

Breaking open his mouth, Alexei found that his slightly flattened snout had two rows of teeth, a total of thirty-three, six of which were canines and the rest were molars.

"Omnivores. ”

The rancid smell gushing out along with the observed molars proves Alexey's judgment.

"There was the smell of meat and vegetables. Alexey swept away the food debris left between the lizard's teeth, "It's had a good appetite lately, and it won't be more than three hours since its last meal." ”

"I think I found a little bit of a clue to get out. ”

Alexei patted the lizard's head: "It's a pity you can't let me ride on my back." ”

The newly acquired resurrection magic has left Olmea's presence behind, which means that the consumption of the corpse's actions is all supplied by the mana provided by Alexei when he first casts the spell, and now the mana is scarce, so he can't afford to waste it.

In such a dangerous and lost place, a movable cannon fodder and shield is obviously much more important than a pure means of transportation.

Now, of course, comes in handy.

Alexei rolled his eyes, and the staff pointed to the table.

Originally, he didn't need such trouble, in the continent where magic existed in the air, the spirit tentacles could easily help the mage give instructions to his controls. But in the Lost Land, you can only rely on taking the initiative to pay your magic power and create beacons to command magical minions.

A corpse with the Mark of Alexei planted in his body is far more loyal than the living. Its simple thought circuit is always one of two things, receiving and executing, and in the face of weird, potentially cursed books, it is obviously a better way to let the corpse servants take them for testing.

"Pick up the book!"

Alexei threw his staff to the ground and stood far away. The magic of the wand head is converging, and even if the curse in the book is likely to affect the fish in the pond, several effective protective charms are already in place.

At this point, nothing goes wrong.