The beeping of firewood and the whistling of the wind accompanied the passage of time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was already past midnight, the dark clouds covered the sky, the night was thick, most of the fire in the village had been extinguished, and the remaining dozen or so piles of large and small could still make the outline of most of the town appear. It was a very compact town, and the pattern was not bad, but it was a pity for him to fall into such a situation.

His gaze retracted from the outside and fell on Dinah and Leah in the corner.

Like Caris downstairs, both of them had fallen asleep, and they slept deeply.

Here's his credit, the blood war paint, and the function is more than just what it shows. As for Dinah, she added ingredients to her food.

Also eating the food were the horses, which also needed a good rest.

He just went downstairs to inspect all the places, and everywhere was double-reinforced according to his instructions, although this was only an extra half an hour of onslaught, but it was already the ultimate that could be done, and the remaining difference had to be made up by other means, and if it could not be made up, it would have to be filled with sweat and life in the face of the onslaught.

He did have some reliance on choosing to stick here, and that was the dark power that had accumulated here.

The filth was burned away in the flames, but the dark power remained, and it had been dispersed much during the day, but at night, it was restored.

This made him think that there were still dark magical items that had not come out, but then he looked down on the entire land with the eyes of the night, only to find that the location here was wonderful, it was a natural black pit, even if he didn't do anything deliberately, it would accumulate over time to make this place a place where dark forces gathered, just as a low-lying pit is always easy to become a waterhole.

This is the main reason why he feels that it is a pity that this place has fallen into what it is now.

The west, northwest, north is Kaenke, the northeast, the east is Helens, the southeast, the south, and the southwest is Kamaran, which is the confluence of the three regions, surrounded by mountains and rivers, wilderness and forests, the geographical location is actually not bad, but the terrain is not good enough, to the south to draw water from the rushing river needs to climb over the wooded mountains, the land is barren, there are many gravels, and the salinity is more painful. It is a road to commercial transit and service industry, but this boundary is not safe, and the annual anti-counterfeiting consumption alone will greatly affect the development.

However, none of this was a problem for him, especially after discovering that this was a place where the dark forces gathered.

As long as there is enough dark power to squander, the vicissitudes of the sea will only be idle.

It is relatively easy to obtain supplies from Heerlens and Karnke here, as long as it is managed properly, merchants will also be willing to settle here, the land can be combed with dark power, and gathering evil is equivalent to optimizing the surrounding soil, and safety is not a problem, even if it is a 30-person paladin squadron, he is confident that it will stain the town wall with blood......

But all of this must have a premise, human presiding. The children of darkness can't, they have to be ordinary humans.

"So there's no more stupid thing to do than to fish as you do now. He looked at the cult in his hand and sneered.

The eight ammonites inlaid in the cult book shine against the backdrop of the campfire, suggesting the preciousness of the classics, as if to say: read to your heart's content, there is the power you crave.

But he knew that as long as the ninth ammonite was inlaid, the owner of the cult would know that something was wrong with Lanka, and that the circle had been completely broken. He wouldn't do this kind of thing, not to mention that most of the books have traps.

"But...... You can't do some testing to get more information. Li Yun concocted a plan. Once the concoction begins, it is a series of compact spells, and now it is easy to make mistakes in a hurry, and it is necessary to set a programmatic plan.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look out the window, and the weight blocking the window seemed to be unable to obstruct his vision at all.

It really can't be stopped, he doesn't look with his eyes, but he feels with the dark power, with the help of the abundant dark power here, his perception can spread far away, the wolves have launched an action, he feels it.

More than fifty wolves crossed the crumbling walls, seemingly meaningless running, and he could read the act, measuring the battlefield with their own legs and feet. The coquettish movement in battle is often inseparable from the exploration of the site.

After that, the wolves cautiously tested the burning fire. Tongues of fire, waves of fire, and high temperatures, they are feeling these, judging, and qualitative. These guys are obviously much smarter than ordinary wolves, this is because they have werewolf partners, and through communication, they can use the wisdom of their partners to a certain extent, and indirectly improve the depth of thinking.

When the battlefield was almost understood, the wolf howls began to sound, at first sporadically, and soon one after another.

The sound was unpleasant, with the harsh sound of porcelain scraping.

He laughed and continued to refine his plan to concoct the tome, deaf to the howls of the wolf.

The other party's trick had been expected for a long time, and they had made sufficient preparations, and now whether it was Karis and the others, or the horses, they were sleeping deeply, and they would not be disturbed by this cry.

The wolves don't know this, they bark hard and don't stop all the time, so as to exhaust the opponent mentally and pave the way for a real attack.

Well, if you're happy.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Li Yun sorted out his thoughts and began to attack the cult.

Blood, power is in it, and sorcery is in it.

He used a drop of raw blood to turn the flame of the firewood in the clay pot scarlet.

When the flames burned the Cult Scroll suspended on it, the surface of the Cult's spider silk cover began to glow with a poisonous green glow, resisting erosion.

He carefully watched the changes in the cult and continued to fine-tune his spells.

The light of the flames kept changing, sometimes brighter, sometimes darker, sometimes brightly shaped, sometimes rolling clouds, and sometimes a pile of flying sparks, as seen when a stick stirred a burning charcoal fire, rising up and disappearing into the void, except that these sparks had a strange scarlet.

The information was gathered in a careful trial, and it was an archmage who created the cult, and considering the time of the formation of the circle that shrouded Lanka, he felt that the maker should be a magister now.

The Magister is not necessarily more powerful than the Archmage, it represents more of the choice of path, is more focused on the use of energy, and will also have a clear bias in the selection of spells.

The growth of a mage is a systematic project, and the road is paved at the beginning of becoming a mage, and the higher you go, the more difficult it is to change.

It is precisely because of this reason that the ability of the cult maker is predictable at this time, as if you know that the road is almost a straight line, and you have mastered the starting point and the relay point, then you don't know the end point in time, and draw a straight line, and the distance from the end point will not be too crooked.

Continuing to go deeper, he repeatedly observed the finer details, a mage will always subconsciously use his more proud skills, and the generation of this skill is often conditional, those who are good at controlling the wind element can easily practice some light skills, on the contrary, those who are good at controlling the earth element often have no chance with these skills.

So as long as you are careful enough, you can always see the slightest clue.

After repeated verification, he concluded that the bias of the cult maker was a category of dead plants, a combination of dark forces and natural forces.

Dead plants are more out-of-the-way, but they are not empty, on the contrary, their depth and breadth far exceed those of the well-known immortality.

Continuing to analyze, he wanted to know which plant the maker of the book was better at, and the plant family was a large family, and the other party must have its specific specialty.

Little by little, I found it, fungus! vine!

Secretly keep in mind that you should be more careful when encountering these two types of plants in the future.

"Huh?" he discovered an anomaly, and the maker had actually used evil spirits in the cult.

This in itself is not a failure, the level of use is obviously insufficient, and the spell is used too reluctantly, but there are flaws. What's more, the other party should not use the spirit of the viper, such a cult, should use the spirit of the glorious creature, the other party's thinking is not right.

"Huh?" More questions were raised, he wondered, why did he be so familiar with the dead plant? Shouldn't it! He was specialized in fighting, swordsmanship, war paint, followed by horsemanship and blood spells, and the others were only slightly dabbled, and now he actually showed extreme familiarity with the dead plant, and could even pick the fault of an archmage who specialized in the dead plant, what was going on?

This is, of course, because he inherited the mantle of Julio, the master of necromancy, and combined with his extensive knowledge, he has developed a unique interpretation of the undead system. He used the appearance of a black mage to frighten many of Netharel's archmages, including the use of dead plant spells,

Moreover, the idea that the cult should use the spirit of the glorious creature contains the balance of yin and yang, the ultimate transformation and other mysteries, which are simply the products of civilization in another world, the crystallization of wisdom bred over time by the unique environment and time, where can ordinary people in this world come up with it by tapping their brains?

The memory seal makes him forget this, but deep memories form muscle memory, that is, not all memories are stored in the brain, and the neurons in the flesh also have information, which is like standing data stored in computer memory, once it involves related content, it will be triggered, and then it will appear.

Puzzled, but now was not the time to explore the answers, the cult was still being parsed in front of him, and he had to pay full attention.

Continue, since the other party has left a flaw in the manufacturing process, it is natural to take advantage of it.

He added another drop of blood, and the scarlet flame was flourishing, and a glowing snake came out of the tome, spitting out letters, and roaming on the surface of the cult, where it swam, it would glow with light marks and spread to the surroundings, and this diffuse brilliance could better protect the cult.

Took a specially sharpened wooden stick, which was originally intended to be used as a weapon, but now has a new purpose. The power of darkness converged on the stick, and it didn't take long for the stick to have energy fluctuations very similar to those of the cult, and the stick merged next to the cult, and the light snake swam and got on the stick on its own.

After that, he carefully separated the stick from the tome. The light snake could only swim on the stick, and since there was no threat, after a while, the light snake disappeared into the stick.

At this moment, a fine layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, and this operation was technically difficult and difficult for him.

This hardship was manifested in the exertion of his mind, and he was now tired, but his eyes naturally showed the joy of victory.

But it's not over yet, he still has to work harder.

A scarlet fire, the cult seemed to open the flue of the opening, and the rich poisonous green light continued to gush out like smoke, and then it was engulfed by the flames.

When the poisonous green light was completely vented, the scarlet flame began to seep into the classics, and the color of the skin of the classics changed, and instead of the poisonous green light, they began to glow with scarlet spots.

Ownership Change!

He took out a thumb-sized ruby from his waist bag and set it into what should have been a green ammonite, holding the book in one hand and slapping it with the other.

Rumble!

The colorless energy fluctuations centered on the classics spread out in all directions, like ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the book became a black hole, and a great suction force was formed in an instant, and the energy ripples shrank violently, and this contraction, along with the air in the four directions, was pulled in with the dark power in it, and the darkness was like a curtain being torn at this moment, which was continuously absorbed by the classics.

Energy connection established!

This connection is not limited to this room, it connects all darkness, the town hall, the town, the woods in the distance, the dark earth, and the dark night.

He is borrowing the vast dark power that is blessed with this place to refine his own magic books.

Originally, he could have made a blood codex, but today he has lost a lot of precious blood, and there is a dangerous battle situation to face next, and he can't consume more blood and spiritual power.

As a result, the new tome became the Dark Magic Codex.

The book began to shine again, black like a flame, and the surface of the book cover formed a liquid rich energy, flowing like water, and like sliding silk.

The book covers, the pages, the ammonites, the change, from the inside out, everything is changing.

This is the sacrifice, the dark power is the high-temperature flame, the text is the ore, it can be iron or steel in the end, it all depends on how it is structured.

And this structure, which is essentially the same as the magic, is to build a model, but the magic artifact is more concrete. It takes the rules as the keykeel, the material as the flesh and blood, the caster's mental power as the neural network, the energy vein as the blood vein, and the knowledge as the organ, and finally activates and starts to operate.

Its structure seems to be very complicated, compared to most of the stupid and crude benzene machines in this world, it is simply different from cloud and mud, but compared with the first mechanical human body, it is also different from cloud and mud, it is mud.

In this world, there is no machine more complex than the human body, even the famous thug angel under the command of the God of Light, but it is stronger than humans in terms of energy throughput, and the internal structure, human beings throw them more than a dozen streets.

Of course, most of the beings in this world don't look at things from this perspective, and they usually just sigh like this: Wow......!

Li Yun will not look at the problem from this angle, at least not yet. He focuses more on the present moment than on divergent thinking.

The structure of the Dark Dome was corrected, and a glowing goo like nuclear waste dripped from the book and fell into the firewood, sizzling and burning.

This is the Evil, an element that is so beloved by the dark wielders of this world, whether it is the Black Warrior or the Black Mage, who sees it as a stimulant, a synergist, and even a true Orthodox.

Li Yun looks down on this kind of practice, especially the last one, which is a typical example of putting the cart before the horse.

The dark forces are putting the finishing touches on the tomes, and he is focused on the sticks that have imprisoned the serpent's spirits.

After some thought, he made up his mind to gather a portion of the dark power of the tome and begin to moisten the viper spirit in the stick.

The light snake crawled out again, cruising on the sticks, and finally shed a layer of snake molt, and its head became more hideous, taking on more dragon characteristics.

Lizards, snakes, crocodiles...... Many creatures in this world have more or less dragon blood, and this change in the light snake means that it is getting stronger.

He nodded in satisfaction, and if he expected it to be true, the bookmaker would soon receive news of the Serpent's Spirit's transformation. This news made him think that the magic circle shrouded in Lanka had entered a new stage, more hidden and more powerful.

Of course, this realization won't be long, not to mention that the spirit of the viper will collapse within a few days due to the disappearance of the magic effect of the wooden stick, and the werewolf ventilation message alone is a flaw, but after all, it can buy some time.

The time gained may be the key to turning the situation around.

For about 1 hour, the tome could no longer absorb any more dark power.

It was even better than he expected, the bookmaker had used a lot of good things in the first place, otherwise he would not have been able to withstand such a large dark force.

In addition, his methods are also a highlight. To put it in a more shameless way: I'm afraid of myself!

He didn't expect his means to make the Dark Magic Book reach this level, after all, this is not a blood codex, but a dark magic codex.

The new book, even if it is the original maker, I am afraid it will not be recognized, it has changed too much, 16 open, up to 12 centimeters thick, it looks like a typical tome, it has a hard and tough bookcase, its appearance adheres to Li Yun's preferences, without any superfluous decoration, the eight-colored ammonite has disappeared, only the ruby in the center, inlaid in the center of the embossed eye-like carving, acts as an eyeball, the scarlet light circulating in the inside, so that this eye is full of magical charm, anyone who looks at this book, will know that this is a magic book.

He took the Dark Magic Codex, and a feeling of blood connection came to him, which is characteristic of soul binding.

When he opened the book, a scarlet light flowed across the page, and the text appeared, which he could understand, but in the eyes of others, it would be a book from heaven, and even practical magic could not be read.

The knowledge recorded in the book is indeed a series of dead plants, with a high gold content, especially the use of some skills, which can be called unique and unique, these all represent the aura of wisdom, which is much more precious than the spell itself.

Through reading, he learned a lot about the bookmaker, a genius, and if the woe of Mann Leader was also the work of this man, then it meant that he was a hard-working, patient genius.

Genius is not terrible, what is terrible is that genius works harder than ordinary people, and then can endure loneliness.

This conclusion also confirms the reason why Mann Collion was concocted into a pot of chicken soup that is about to be made.

Being hostile to such a person is undoubtedly painful, but also interesting.

Li Yun felt that this was a good opponent, he liked a good opponent, and he didn't need to fight to stimulate, he could make his heart burst out with real and warm emotions.

He closed the book, and with a flick of his wrist, it vanished into thin air.

Like most spellbooks, the Dark Magic Book first gives him 7 additional spell slots.

In this world, there is no magic goddess, or magic net, mages don't need to memorize spells every day, a few at the first level, a few at the second level, there is no such bullshit thing, although the glorious era of the great arcanist of Netharel has passed, but the spell casting is still free, as long as the mental power is enough, the spell energy is enough, then you can continue to cast spells.

In this context, the value of spell slots is reflected in spells that they are not good at.

Just like now, what he is good at is blood spells, to put it bluntly, it is to use blood as a spell casting material, and the spiritual power can form a spell template by controlling the blood, and then achieve the spell casting effect.

This is a more subtle technique, and the trick is mainly in the tangible substance of blood, which is more tangible and easier to manipulate. It is precisely because of this that it is more suitable for combat jobs with fighting and weapon warfare as the main body, after all, compared with spellcasters, the mental power of such fighters is lacking.

There is a price to be paid for tricks, and as a black knight, he can only use dark spells, not all of them, but some, and most of them are auxiliary spells. BUFFS, ENEMY BUFFS, AND SO ON.

Now that you have the Black Magic Book, you will be able to use additional dead plant spells, and all the dead plant spells recorded in the Black Book can be used.

There is no doubt that his means were enriched at once. A greater variety of tactics can be arranged.

In terms of constraints, spells in the Dark Dome take 24 hours to switch, and the more powerful the spell, the more slots they occupy, and there are spells with more than 8 slots in the tome, which means that they can't be used anyway.

Another use of spellbooks is to enhance spells. For example, if he refines it into a blood canon, and records the spells he knows, he can get a strengthening effect when he uses specific spells. Sharpening, Silent, Instantaneous, Blast, Stack, these effects can all be achieved.

Of course, now that he had chosen the Dark Magic Tome that expanded the spell category, the enhancements were discarded.

The third use of the spellbook is as an emergency energy refill. This is especially true of the Dark Magic Codex, which is no longer a supply, but a reservoir of dark power. This is a gap of ten magazines and an arsenal.

With such a wonderful magical artifact, his efforts in Lanka have already paid off in a great value.

This is undoubtedly a very cool thing, especially when he thinks that any next gain can be regarded as pure profit, and his mood is even happier. The point is not the point, the point is his personal condition, which is in a state of virtuous circle. This means that although it seems quite sad, he is bleeding, he is a nanny, and then he has to be in the company of a group of burdensome people to go against the genius magister, but he is not weakened by this, on the contrary, he has become stronger. The so-called war is nothing more than that.

After sitting for a long time, he stood up and moved his muscles and bones, and a series of crackling joints fully revealed his ability to regulate and control his muscles.

After all, the wolves had been howling for more than two hours, and he felt that it was almost there, and the wolves would soon launch a further attack, and it was time for him to make an appearance

There will inevitably be fights, but more of a show. It's a performance that is about whether or not you can use the power of werewolves.

Clearly, he was once again influenced by his original personality, and it is not surprising that he had been acting mainly in Nesman, and now he is here again. (To be continued.) )