Constructing a teleportation channel is an ingenious task, balancing the forces of the elements, and then uniting together to tear apart the stable structure of the original space, forming a rift, and then establishing a new stability. Destruction is easy, controlled destruction increases the difficulty, and then at the same time a stable passage is built - this is the difficulty of teleportation.

It's all about gaining control.

Siegel used his wand to slice circles through the air, and a small hole in space formed under his magical power. But inside this passage is a dark void, a world without dimensions. There is no matter, no energy, not even the concept of time. This is the mezzanine of the space, just the entrance to the teleportation channel.

Without the existence of an exit, this entrance can only last for a moment, and then it will collapse silently.

Siegel rubbed his aching forehead, the more he tried to gain control, the harder it was to communicate with the elementals and magical energy. It's like hitting a wall with a fist, and the greater the force, the greater the force of the shock.

He tried to calm himself down, and walked to the window to look outside. From the study, you can see the busy people in the castle, and when you open the window, you can hear the monotonous clanging of the blacksmith shop and the neighing of the cattle in the stable. The maid at the well, amused by the jokes of the stableman, laughed, Moore, who was practicing swordsmanship, was reprimanded by the elf Lea and did push-ups in the mud, and Locke, the dwarf, swaggered through the courtyard with an oak barrel as large as his size and his favorite mulled wine on his shoulder.

He saw Janet coming out of the kitchen and walking in the direction of the castle. He saw her walking very slowly with a lunch box in her hand. The dragon lady Modesti followed her. While sucking saliva. While cautiously looking around.

If you use psionic ability. You can see that the surrounding elemental energy forms a vortex, which is constantly being absorbed by Modisti. Janet's surroundings were calm, as if she were in the eye of a storm.

Eye of the Storm?!

Siegel had a flash of inspiration and a sudden realization. In order to stabilize the teleportation, he has been trying to build a static balance and build a solid bridge. But there is another balance in the world, which is dynamic and free, which can exist in the gap between fury and tranquility.

He stood up. The teleportation spell blurted out, and the wand in his hand stirred the power of the elements, connecting them end to end, and then spun in a vortex. He threw the magical structures formed by the spells into this vortex one after another, no longer trying to control them, but letting them form a relatively stable structure as they collided with each other.

The door that made up the entrance opened, then stabilized, and did not collapse in a split second, which was a significant step forward. Siegel felt like he could continue to think about adding spells to the structure. Maybe it can form an outlet!, he was ecstatic in his heart.

Magical power washed over his body, more violently than before. But under his control. There is no trace of pain, but ecstasy and orgasm. His eyes widened. Strive to stare at the void, project your mind into it, and think in your heart to create a passage from it.

A bright light appeared in the darkness, jumping like a swimming fish. It leaves a fleeting trail in the void that is hard to be locked onto by the mind. Siegel stayed focused, knowing that that was the key to opening the teleport.

The points of light continue to make abrupt turns, forming sharp corners one after another. Siegel felt that the pattern was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The throne behind the bronze gate at the top of the Crimson Spire!

Siegel remembered that this pattern was similar to the traces on the throne, exactly the same style. Could it be that the throne is full of the tracks of the void?

It was just a momentary distraction, and he immediately retracted his focus. Maybe it was inadvertently complying with some kind of rule, or maybe his control was up to the mark, and the point of light stabilized and expanded rapidly.

A curtain of light formed, and Siegel was able to see through the void to the scene on the other side. It was a dark hall, with a steel throne in the center, watched by the heads of countless monsters around it. Unlike the last time I saw it, the dark pattern on the throne was emitting a faint green light, spreading to the floor of the entire hall, forming countless traces of light.

"How did you get here?" Siegel froze. While teleportation can go to places formed in the caster's mind, it cannot break through certain obstacles. All magic towers will block teleportation, the castle of the High Lord will also have an enchantment to defend against teleportation, and the sacred sites of the Raven tribe will have a similar effect. This hall is behind the bronze gate, it should be a closed environment, how can it be possible to open the portal?

Just as he was wondering, the trail of green light crawled out of the portal and spread into the study of Myr. The surrounding elemental energy immediately went berserk and was frantically absorbed into it, forming a huge wind pressure. Siegel couldn't stop being sucked in, like a leaf falling into the whirlpool of a river.

Siegel pulled out the stardust and thrust it into the ground to stabilize his body, but it didn't work! The contents of the room were constantly sucked in, and books were smashed on his head indiscriminately.

The castle's rune array felt abnormal, the protective spell worked, and the alarm bell rang off. The green trail climbed outward like a vine, finally touching the soles of Siegel's feet.

An electric current came from the bottom of his feet, and Siegel's entire leg was paralyzed, making it harder for him to stand firmly. A strong wind struck, and he was directly sucked up, his feet off the ground, and only the sword he grabbed was left to fix his body.

Siegel angrily waved his wand, mobilizing the elemental energy around him, and constantly bombarded the frame of the portal in an attempt to upset the balance of the spell. But all this energy is absorbed by the green plasma and turned into the purest form of electricity.

Another way to terminate the teleportation is for the caster to reach the destination and complete the entire spell. I saw that the walls and floor of the study began to crumble, turning into rubble and being sucked in. Siegel clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and made a decision in an instant.

He closed his eyes and stuffed his message into Baron's head. He had heard footsteps outside the door, and Modesti was hurrying towards him. If she is sucked in, then the entire castle will not have the final defense.

Unable to make things any more troublesome, Siegel pulled out the Stardust, allowed the power to take control of himself, and was sucked into the portal.

The green plasma struggles to keep the door open, but is powerless to change the rules of magic. The entrance to the formation of elemental energy closes, cutting off the source of its power at once. It could only continue to corrode the ground before vanishing in the face of Modesty's icy power.

Janet followed with her slightly bulging belly, and looked at the mess with the dragon maiden. "Where's Siegel?

"There are traces of teleportation magic here, beyond the average intensity. Modesti sniffed around, frowned, and said, "The electricity here is very strange and interferes with the teleportation, so I don't know where he went." ”

"Could it be the hands of the Knox Mages?" asked Janet, very nervous.

"I haven't seen Knox their spells, so I don't know either. Modisty waved her hand, calming the elemental storm around her. "I think the teleportation spell was performed by Siegel - it's all his scent - so the teleportation itself should be safe and not hurt the caster. The only thing to worry about is what's on the other side of the teleportation and whether it will be a dangerous environment. ”

Janet covered her heart, her voice trembled, and asked eagerly, "How do you know then, and which deity you need to pray to?"

Modistie's eyes rolled, and an idea suddenly came to mind: "Where's that blackbird in Siegel? If the mage's pet is okay, then the mage itself will be fine." ”

"Yes!" cried Janet, leaning against the doorframe, "Whoever sees Baron the raven!

While the servants were looking around, the blackbird flew by itself. It stopped in Janet's palm, rubbed its little head, and curled up comfortably in a ball. Then it coughed twice vigorously, cleared its throat like a human, and said in a childlike voice, "I...... I will be back. ”

"That's what Siegel told you to say?"

Raven nodded obediently, looked around with black eyes, and stared straight at a bottle of ink that had fallen to the ground.

Janet understood what it meant, and hastened to prepare parchment and quill for the raven. Baron tilted his head and took a pen in his hand, trying to write a few words, but everyone couldn't understand what those crooked characters were. Raven blinked, tossed the quill aside, and dipped his pointed beak directly in the ink.

It made a "Bah, Bah!" sound as it wrote on the paper, writing down all the messages Siegel had left for it.

Mostly words of comfort not to worry about, and then the dwarves secretly digging westward routes and how to use the runic arrow towers. "I'll find a way to teleport back, don't worry. As long as Baron the Raven is fine, it means that everything is safe. ”

After Janet finished reading it, she gradually relaxed. She took out a handkerchief to help the raven wipe the ink off the bird's beak, and then said to the servant who had arrived, "Your lord's teleportation magic is a bit loud, send someone to fix it." Before he comes back from the Mage Guild, this place is going to be restored to its original state, understand?"

After explaining these things, she regained her calm expression, took Modestie's hand, and slowly returned to her room. Only here will she show a sad face.

Modette lay on her back on the carpet, her fingers ruffling her hair, her eyes rolling. In order to break through the spatial barrier and find her father, teleportation spells have always been the type of spell she has always cared about. Although she was not yet able to cast many spells, she was familiar with the "smell" of most teleportation spells. The teleportation spells in Siegel's room are very unique and seem to be a new type that has not been heard of.

While absorbing the elemental power of the territory, she tried to restore the magical environment of the study at that time in meditation. I don't know what I'm missing, and I can't always succeed.

We can't do it until Siegel returns, Modesti thought. She stared at Baron the raven with her heterochromatic eyes, and a faint dragon might floated past, deciding to scare it.

Unexpectedly, the raven was not affected in the slightest, and let out a scream, as if he was annoyed and mocked. (To be continued......)