Byron subconsciously hid the lighting rod in his backpack, held his breath, and stood motionless. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The other party didn't seem to notice the light here, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then, with his memory, he flowed into the dark river, dragging the goblin's corpse and letting it float downstream along the dark river.

The splashes of water under the waterfall made his wet clothes soak again, and his brown hair was wet against his scalp. He rubbed his hair casually and returned to the shore.

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Dean felt that tonight was terrible, that the search for the Lich King's notes had made no progress, and that his anxiety had been bothering him lately, and now that even his only follower had been killed.

"This idiot. The necromancer cursed in a low voice at the corpse of the bear goblin in front of him, and in order not to attract the attention of the town's temple, he let the bear goblin stay in the wilderness, gathering some goblin bandits to attract the town's armed forces.

At first, things went surprisingly well, and the fools who only knew how to chase a little bit of small profit were soon intimidated by their own power. and successfully imprisoned Lord Arnold of Vic, whose family has guarded the temple for generations, awaiting the return of the Sleeping Mentor.

Dean smiled coldly, deprived of his priesthood, even if the lich came back to life, he could only carefully hide in the shadows, and adapting to the world without the magic net was enough for him to be busy. Not to mention, times have long since changed, and Selby's twelve undead archons are only stronger than the Lich King.

Obviously I have passed through the "Gate of the Underworld", why is it just inside

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Byron subconsciously hid the lighting rod in his backpack, held his breath, and stood motionless. The other party didn't seem to notice the light here, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then, with his memory, he flowed into the dark river, dragging the goblin's corpse and letting it float downstream of the dark river.

The splashes of water under the waterfall made his wet clothes soak again, and his brown hair was wet against his scalp. He rubbed his hair casually and returned to the shore.

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Dean felt that tonight was terrible, that the search for the Lich King's notes had made no progress, and that his anxiety had been bothering him lately, and now that even his only follower had been killed.

"This idiot. The necromancer cursed in a low voice at the corpse of the bear goblin in front of him, and in order not to attract the attention of the town's temple, he let the bear goblin stay in the wilderness, gathering some goblin bandits to attract the town's armed forces.

At first, things went surprisingly well, and the fools who only knew how to chase a little bit of small profit were soon intimidated by their own power. and successfully imprisoned Lord Arnold of Vic, whose family has guarded the temple for generations, awaiting the return of the Sleeping Mentor.

Dean smiled coldly, deprived of his priesthood, even if the lich came back to life, he could only carefully hide in the shadows, and adapting to the world without the magic net was enough for him to be busy. Not to mention, times have long since changed, and Selby's twelve undead archons are only stronger than the Lich King.

Obviously I have passed through the "Gate of the Underworld", why is it just inside

Toby pinched the clumped humus in the bag of materials.

Now in addition to the witchcraft materials in his hand, there is only this one material that can build magic circles in his hands, which he went to the cemetery with Byron to dig.

He didn't have the luxury of a storage ring, so the materials he left in Firay were cheaper than the Dardanelles bandits.

This kind of humus is not the same substance as the humus that ordinary people perceive in the ordinary sense. The decaying soil of the plant's branches and leaves that decomposes in the mud is the term for "humus soil" in the mage's world.

The material that the mage calls humus is the land that has been infected by the dark necromantic aura for many years in the process of decomposing the corpses of various animals.

There is no doubt that humus is not a very good material for energy transfer. It is generally used by necromancers to construct inferior necromancy circles to awaken low-level skeleton soldiers, zombies, etc.

Of course, what the magic of the magic circle needs is the efficiency of the transmission of mana, and the transmission of mana from the clay can be said to be very poor, but in this case, Toby has no other choice.

He couldn't let his last magic power be wasted on witchcraft tricks, and the most powerful "lightning shock" in the trick was all on the other party.

Toby turned his head to look left and right, he needed to find a place that wasn't very ventilated to set up a simple magic circle. Like ordinary dirt, this dry humus is still dust that can be easily blown away by the breeze when crushed, although the magic will imprison the dust when the circle is formed.

Toby looked up at the sky slightly, and the dim starlight relieved him, although he couldn't see the whole sky, but the silver moon must have sunk to the ground.

Even as the day is approaching, the last days of darkness belong to all kinds of monsters, including mages who manipulate magical powers, of course.

Toby moved lightly to the door of the small auditorium, and unsurprisingly, the door was still open.

Although Toby was no longer worried about whether there was an ambush in the auditorium, he was careful, and after settling into the dark auditorium for a while, he walked straight to the only source of light in the entire hall, the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind the altar of the goddess of love, Shuna, and a faint light shone from the night sky outside the castle.

The smooth circular platform on the altar will undoubtedly allow Toby to complete the circle without worrying about the uneven ground and the demand for casting materials.

Soon, a shallow layer of plaster on the ground formed a circle that was not very rounded.

Toby was helpless about this, who called him just a scumbag.

Toby crouched on the ground and gently sprinkled the last mud thread of the circle on his right hand, for this kind of circle that acts on himself, the position of the input mana and the output position of the circle are generally very close to each other, which is convenient for the caster to manipulate.

After the circle was completed, a bored Toby felt the slight pain in his shoulder while pinching the stone in his hand to pass the time. If it weren't for the chill of the autumn nights, Toby would have bet he would have fallen asleep by now.

There was no silence around him, only the handsome and stiff faces of the angels on both sides of the platform reminded him that danger was around him.

Well, Toby was frightened by the statue of an angel in the dark.

I don't know how long I waited like this, and a sharp "squeak" sounded in the empty auditorium. After a short while, there was another "step".

Toby listened intently for a moment as the faint sound of footsteps came from the hallway below the auditorium, and someone was coming up from the kitchen.

Toby immediately leaned towards the Akong Protoss, almost the entire figure of the other party was hidden in the dark, and the moon ring in his hand was big enough to completely block Toby's short body.

Almost a century later, a dark figure finally appeared in the auditorium, and Toby subconsciously leaned his body against the statue, staring at each other with his eyes, in a vain attempt to see each other's faces in the dark.

The other staggered to the door of the auditorium, and Toby realized that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was in front of him.

There were a few sudden strange screams in the auditorium, and the figure who walked to the door suddenly looked back, and Toby was frightened, the monster was also here!

A stool somewhere in the auditorium was knocked to the ground, and the stool next to it shook.

Something is leaning in!

It turned out that the monster had been following the man at the door, but had been crawling on the ground and walking, and the stool in the auditorium hid the monster's figure well.

Toby couldn't hide from it, and jumped up and rushed to the circle, a long, twisted hand already on the edge of the altar.

The emerald green leaves on Toby's left ear began to shake slightly, and the dull surface began to plump up, like a young leaf that had just been plucked from a tree. The two statues on the altar blinked at the same time, aking from their eternal slumber.

The ugly cloth robe on the Tulani angel on the left is shining, and the colorful streamers on it are slowly flowing. The coarse hair began to turn golden and shiny, and the gray stone skin began to shine a faint golden light. The godless eyes became flexible, and the haughty look in the purple eyes seemed to be innate.

And the Star Divine Envoy on the right, as the strongest member of the Yakong God Clan, was naturally not to be outdone, and the subtle thunderbolt beams on the huge moon wheel trembled irregularly on it.

The majestic face became more and more sacred, and the body that fell to the ground slowly floated in the air, and the holy light scattered from the two angels to the auditorium, and the entire auditorium became bright.

With a solemn face, Toby waved his hand, and the two statues completely turned into flexible creatures and floated in front of him.

At this time, Toby could see the man standing in the door of the auditorium by the light.

It was a gray-haired old gentleman, and although the years had bent his bones, you could still see his unwilling to be lonely in his clean and neat clothes.

A majestic and sacred echo resounded in the auditorium: "Ignorant mortal, thou knowest who I am."

Toby flicked the pebble in his hand towards the glass window behind him as he recited the intended line, and voices in the auditorium drowned out the cracking of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Toby didn't worry about the other party seeing, at this time the two floating angels in the sky acted as a light source, and the world behind the lamp was nothing but darkness for them.

A cold wind blew in through the broken window, and Toby felt his mind clearer as he was hit by the chill.

A dim strip stretched out of the window from Toby's feet and climbed into the air for a few moments, until it was as close as Toby could handle, before slowly starting to glow, finally glowing white in the air.

In the auditorium, Toby tried to communicate with the old man, but the other party didn't say a word, just called the monster in front of him, and looked at Toby from a distance.

The other party cautiously did not take action, and Toby had to secretly reduce the complexity of the illusion to prolong the casting time.

So the robes of the two angels were still shining, but the brightness began to decrease, the colors flowing on them disappeared, and the edges and corners of the angels began to roughen.

The three of them confronted each other silently for a while, until the two angels quietly retreated, turning back into stone sculptures, and the light in the auditorium dimmed again. The old man whispered something, Toby was too far away to hear clearly, but it didn't prevent him from comprehending the other party's intentions.

Because, the monster that was crawling on the ground approached quickly again.

Toby sneered, stretched out his right hand, and a small green suspended fireball on his palm was burning quietly, and the miserable white glow was reflected on Toby's face, which looked very weird.

Toby had a strange seriousness on his face, and his heart was already happy, the monster was obviously very jealous of the fireball, and his weak memory still remembered the pain of the acid dripping from the green acid ball as it fell on him.

Although the two were not identical, they did not prevent him from the fear that arose in his heart—there was hardly a life that did not fear the pain of the flesh.

Toby took a step forward, the monster roared and took a step back, and Toby nodded in satisfaction.

It wasn't until the monster retreated aggrievedly to the old man's side that Toby triumphantly let the fireball dissipate into the air.

Then the old man kept asking the monster to lean over and test it, which soon made Toby lose his temper, and finally, in the last temptation, Toby took out the rusty iron scissors from his pocket.

The old man screamed impatiently, and Toby thought it was a code word, like a training animal, a specific phrase, or tone that only they could recognize with each other.

The monster roared around Toby, who frantically brandished his scissors in an attempt to force the monster back. The old man's tense face began to soothe, and his complexion became a little gentler, quite a kind old man.

If he saw Toby's feet being stepped on back and forth by Toby many times, the circle still remained intact, it wouldn't feel so easy.

Seeing that the monster's mouth was about to be pressed to his face, the old man was still standing motionless in the doorway, and Toby had no choice but to put all his magic into the circle.

The column that had been glowing outside the castle disappeared silently, and a visible ripple was emitted from the magic circle in the auditorium, and as the ripple moved around, the ground in the auditorium cracked, and bottomless openings suddenly appeared on the ground, blocking the old man at the door of the auditorium.

And the crack in front of the monster is particularly huge, and countless black moths flapping their wings from it to block the monster's vision, and a large amount of black dust falls from it with the other party's flapping wings, and when it approaches the monster's body, it suddenly disappears, which is the monster's natural resistance to magic.

If Toby looks at this monster from the arcane vision, he will find that its surface is covered by a thick halo, and all living beings, including humans, will have such a layer of glow on their bodies, which is the resistance of the evolution of the creatures themselves to the generation of mysterious forces for countless years, and witchcraft similar to magic will inevitably lose a lot of energy when crossing this halo.

Toby was reluctant to throw the scissors in his hand in the face of the monster, so he turned around and ran towards the hallway leading to the kitchen. Toby ignored the bottomless gap ahead, it was nothing more than an illusion, and the auditorium had remained unchanged from beginning to end.

And the gap that shouldn't have appeared in front of him was just the failure of the magic circle, and he couldn't make the cracked ground appear in the exact position.

The old man stood at the door of the auditorium and quietly looked at the cracked and collapsed auditorium in front of him, his excited body trembled slightly, and his mouth muttered: "Catch him, catch him."

Toby took three steps and two steps to the kitchen, and walked through the long corridor, where the faint light was already in front of him.