What happens to a mage with no cast effect when he gets close to a warrior?

Death.

Hum pierced Felton through his chest with his greatsword before stabbing out from behind. The chief disciple of Archmage Casper died under siege by the heroes of Heim's leadership. His body gradually shrunk into a middle-aged man with deep-set eyes, shriveled muscles, and emaciation, who seemed to be malnourished for a long time.

"This is his true face," Siegel looked at it and said, "I have to say, coupled with the need to maintain the appearance of the Southern Lord Feltun, he can actually maintain three local transformations at the same time, which is really powerful." ”

Dwarf Locke shook his head, wiped the blood from his beard with his hand, and said, "This is pure evil! I've seen more monsters, and I've killed more." What can he do if he changes? It's just opportunistic. ”

Siegel was noncommittal. Mages who are proficient in the change system are either very ordinary or very powerful. The wizard in front of him was just stepping on the path of the strong. Dwarf Locke was right, this was indeed an opportunistic approach - the power of the mage lies in creation, in opening up paths that no one has done before, not in mere imitation. Admittedly, there are countless examples of strange creatures that can be learned, but no transformation can surpass the original.

But on the other hand, the words of Dwarf Locke are not true. When a mage can transform into a dragon, a titan, or an angel or a demon, that kind of body combined with the ability to cast spells is almost unstoppable. So there are a lot of mages who are strengthened by the change system, and in the Mage Federation, they are influenced by the traveling collector Archmage William. There is a higher percentage of mages who study the change system.

"We have a numerical advantage. He was killed by a siege. As a mage. He's already pretty good. Siegel said, "There are many such enemies in the Knox Guild. ”

"Like metamorphosis perverts?" Locke tilted the corners of his mouth and spat on the ground: "I don't like my original bloodline, I want to disguise myself as other monsters, I really can't understand these perverted thoughts." ”

Elf Lea stepped forward, her longbow never letting go, and a feathered arrow was always on the string. "Siegel, what about the Southern Lords' coalition forces?"

"I've thought about it. Siegel said, "Take all the belongings from him and send the body back." I'm afraid the southern lords need time to digest the facts before them. Give them a message tomorrow at noon that I will negotiate with their new representatives. This thing ......"

He looked at his companions, and none of them were suitable to be messengers. Siegel shook his head helplessly, and then said: "I'll do this matter myself, they don't dare to do anything to me." ”

"Be careful with everything. Elf Leah said.

Hum Ke pinched his aching shoulder, and finally found a chance to speak, "Can you put me in charge of finding the loot?"

Siegel patted him on the shoulder, smiled and nodded, and then guided Hum to find something valuable and useful. "I'll leave that spellcaster armor for a while and study it. Looks like an elven craft, Master Leah, isn't it?"

The elf shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

compared to the shell. Hum Ke prefers sharp claws and sharp teeth. The orc picked up Felton's sword first, only to find it a refinement. And it was shattered by Siegel's star dust, revealing the wand hidden inside.

"It's actually a wand," Siegel asked for it, and then said to Hum, "If you want a good weapon, I'll make one for you, a longsword and a greatsword." You see, there's a messenger over there. ”

From the Southern Coalition formation, a rider came towards the dueling arena with a white flag. He was dressed in taut leather armor and had no weapons on his body or saddle. This is a messenger that is used to communicate between the two sides in war. Siegel held his sword in his hand and waited quietly for him to come. At the same time, Hum was groping through every pocket of the corpse with his large hands. "Maybe he has a space bag, and there are treasures in the bag!" he thought optimistically.

The Courier was a handsome young man, with pale blonde hair and a trimmed beard. He sat down on his horse, glanced condescendingly at the dueling arena, and then jumped off his horse lightly, bowed slightly and saluted Siegel.

"Honorable lord baron, I speak on behalf of the coalition forces of the southern lords," the young man said, "the duel is over, please do not desecrate the bodies of the dead." ”

Siegel shook his head and responded, "It's not a duel, it's a well-planned hunt. I'm the only mage lord in the New World at the moment, I wonder if this person who fought with me really has the status of a lord?When you go back, take his sword, let the lords look at the wand hidden inside, and then think about what kind of people were sent to duel. ”

"Regardless of the enemy, a knight should set a good moral example. ”

"You took advantage of my absence to attack my wife with troops, threaten my unborn child, and say what good moral example?" Siegel caught the other man's eyes tightly, suppressing the messenger's emotions, and the other party was quickly defeated. The messenger's face turned pale, and several times involuntarily touched the empty belt, his weapons were left in the camp, and nothing could bring him comfort.

"Is there any one among you who is qualified to talk to me right now?" said Siegel, "Is there still a unified command of your coalition forces?" or find a brain smart enough to understand what I'm about to say? peace or war in the south will be decided in the next few moments. I can only advise one thing: get out while it's still too late!"

"I'll pass it on to you. The Courier looked at Siegel stubbornly, trying to lift his head. Dwarf Locke snorted, touched his shiny skull, and carried the hammer on his shoulder. The young messenger thought he was going to be attacked, and hurriedly took two steps back. This clumsy performance made the lords of the Southern Coalition sigh, and pessimism began to spread like a disease.

"The coalition of lords wants to get Felton's body back so that he can be buried. Regardless, he had fought for the good of the southern lords. There should be tombs and inscriptions. ”

"First. This is a wizard disguised as Felton. His purpose was to provoke the Southern Coalition and me into battle. If you still can't see this clearly, then you have something wrong with your brain, or you are still a fool of the fools. Moreover, burial in the earth is not a good option, unless you have the ability to exorcise the curse, it is better to cremate his body. Siegel deliberately frightened him, "A mage who is proficient in change can use a variety of means, and the transformed body can also cause damage after death, such as poison, plague, or curse. If you can handle it. Then I'm not against burial, otherwise it's better for me to do it. However, you can send someone to examine the body of the deceased and verify that I am telling the truth. ”

"We will. But I can't be the master of cremation, so I can only leave it to the lords to decide. The knight nodded, bowed slightly, and then mounted his horse as fast as he could, turned and rode away. The orc chuckled twice at his departing figure, he had finished scavenging, showing things to Siegel one by one.

"He doesn't have a space bag. Didn't carry a spell spell book with him either. Siegel said, "Maybe these things are in the midst of the Southern Alliance, and I hope to have a chance to come over." ”

"How is this possible?" said Elf Leah, shaking her head. It feels incredible.

"We need to perfect the Death Curse situation, and if all goes well, we'll have the wizard's stuff. Siegel replied as he examined his belongings.

The first is a worn-out ring, but the magic energy contained on it is extremely powerful. Siegel recognized it as a magical item used to cast the iridescent orb, which could be activated by rubbing the ring with his fingers and following the words on the spell.

"It's good stuff," Siegel said, "and let me look into it and see if I can improve its utility, and leave it to Janet." I'll pick this one first, and you'll do the rest. ”

"It's useless for me to keep these things. Dwarf Locke said: "It is enough for me to have the weapons in my hands and the armor on my body, you can divide them slowly, and I will go back first." The beers at the Shield River Bar are beckoning to me, and if they were all left to the newbies and rookies, it would be a fight. ”

With that, he put the hammer on his shoulders and swaggered into the tunnel. Walking from the ground saves distance, but he still likes the feeling of being underground.

Eventually, Siegel was given the ring, wand, and a few scrolls, and Leah was given a bracer on Felton's arm to increase his speed, and a few small vials of test-tube potions became his possession. The orc gave up all miscellaneous items and threw them to Siegel, asking only to be able to make him an "invincible" sword as soon as possible.

After the messenger returned, the lords engaged in a fierce debate about who should be in charge of the overall situation, and what tactics should be used in this battle? Several respected lords looked at each other, and none of them wanted to accept this thankless task. They didn't dare to think about the cause of the battle, for fear that they would become what Siegel called a bewitched fool. Many people are thinking about how to carry out the next battle in the current situation.

The discussion went on for a long time, and anxious looks crept up on each lord's countenance. Some people use wine to drown their sorrows, and some people are out of the way. Ser Felton was able to charge his men regardless of sacrifice, but the other lords had their own plans. It's all well and good to storm the city of Myr, but the real reward comes from the Spotted Mountain Gold Mine. But Heim Ling had already used arrow towers and walls to incorporate the Zebra Mountain Gold Mine into the protected area, and reinforced it with the power of magic, which was not easy to capture. Felton had always assured them that the tide of battle would turn around after the siege weapons were completed, and Myr City would be in their pocket. But no one knows what his specific arrangements are.

Sir Brown spoke in a low voice with someone, walked to the front of the map, and said to the lords, "Now that we are engaged in war with the enemy, our morale is at a loss. He said, "I will not let my soldiers die stupidly." ”

"Will you just wait, will victory fall from the sky on its own?"

"On our own, of course not. But there's nothing wrong with that. Baron Brown stepped forward, the chain on his armor making a crisp sound: "I will hold a grand ceremony tonight to pray to the god of warriors, only the blessings of the gods can restrain the terrible magic." ”

"Are you sure this works?" said one of the lords. He then realized the mistake in his language and hurriedly corrected it: "The power of the warrior god is far greater than that of a mage, but you can really ask for a blessing?"

"Piety and practice are our national language, and they have always been. The New World is barren in faith, but every one of us in the Leslie family has been a believer in the god of warriors since ancient times. He concluded: "You can do whatever you want, but don't go to war head-on." Leave the castle to me, and the trebuchets blessed by the god of warriors will destroy the newly built walls. (To be continued......)