In the eyes of some people who do not understand magic, they can often only see the phenomena created by the magicians using their magical powers, and see them as the "miracles" that the temple proclaims. This may be a matter of course, as they are things that are difficult for ordinary people to access.

However, in contrast to religious groups that mystically promote the power of so-called "gods", practitioners of spells do not care what others think of them. Most of them are just trying to understand the unknown through study and research, and to make it their own strength.

Perhaps it is because some sorcery researchers have explored so much hidden knowledge that they are regarded as a thorn in the side of religious people who once occupied the ruling class. When some things that are regarded as "sacred places" are revealed little by little by knowledge, the mystery of the past also becomes clear little by little.

Many unknowns are being solved little by little by the study of the magicians, and the doctrine of the soul is naturally one of them. Many schools of magic have invested a lot of manpower and material resources in related fields, and finally come up with various hypotheses, waiting for the final practical test.

"Although I am also researching this area, there are no theoretical results that I can get my hands on yet, but there are many things that can be put into practice. ”

Lizzie shrugged her shoulders, then put her hand on the twisted trees, "In recent years, there have been quite a few mages who have studied the soul realm. It's not just traditional academia, but even some seemingly unrelated guys have jumped out - but some hypotheses are convincing. ”

The Elemental School is one of the oldest schools of magic, and they may have been the first group of mages to study the theory of souls outside of the Necromancy. They never seem to have changed the way they perceive things, so they are still trying to understand the relationship between the soul and the body in their own way.

In the case of the theory they recently proposed. The elements are the basis on which everything in the world is built, and a naturally occurring creature is no exception. Under the influence of the primordial elements. A large number of elements are constructed by a certain "equilibrium ratio" - so that the soul is a form of an element.

The body is enlivened by the form of "earth", which represents solidity, and the body is energized by "water" in the form of liquid. In this way, an entity is formed. Flesh and blood are the most important basic parts of living beings, as "containers" that can carry the soul of living beings.

On top of this, the "wind" with the concept of freedom blows the soul into the body, and allows these seemingly ethereal substances to ignite the "fire" of the soul. Like an algorithm for controlling machinery, the soul that resides in the body drives the body at all times.

In this way, the basis of a living being is formed.

"Of course, artificial beings and the undead are subject to a lot of external interference, so this inference does not apply. After a long speech, Lizzie let out a sigh of relief. But with a few exceptions, this hypothesis is barely enough to explain ordinary creatures. ”

Conversely, when a creature dies, it will have different conditions depending on the cause of death. Most of them are broken by the body that is the container, and the contents of the container will gradually escape, and eventually they will not be able to support life in the necessary amount and die.

As life dissipates, so do these elements.

The first to die is the "fire", and the soul that burns to the end is finally extinguished, and even the ashes are gone, and then the "wind" blows out of the broken body. By this time. The matter that builds the soul will then dissipate into the void as the fire of the soul is completely extinguished.

Then the "water" began to dry up, the blood cooled and solidified, the source of life and vitality ceased to flow, and the vessels made of "earth" began to destroy and decay. Flesh and blood are corrupt. Disintegrated into tiny dust—and finally the life of the living creature came to an end.

After listening to Lizzie's "simple" lecture, Curt felt that he was still confused, and he didn't understand what she was trying to say. can only respond with a naïve voice. He felt like a waterfowl, and even if he couldn't understand the thunder coming from afar, he had to respond dumbfounded.

The woodland is shrouded in an eerie chill. They weave a thin layer of mist that blocks the sunlight cast from above. Everywhere was filled with the smell of spirits. If they weren't bound to the inside of the trees, the land would probably take on a more terrifying atmosphere.

"Sorry, I didn't understand what you were talking about, and what does this stuff have to do with these weird trees. After thinking about Lizzie's statement for a while, Curt could only shake his head and sigh, "You know, I'm not very good at this kind of complex stuff, can you put it simply?"

He was desperate for his comprehension, and he would rather learn from Lizzie some means of applying magic than these complex and inexplicable spell theories. Even if the weight of magic in his body is far above that of ordinary people, his comprehension ability leads him to almost completely master complex spell knowledge - if magic is a combination of knowledge and technology, then he can probably only master the technical side.

Curt and Lizzie walked the land, and the spreading roots of the plants formed barricades of varying heights and stood in their tracks. Beside the path overgrown with tall plants, a pale white mist looms from time to time, painting the dense forest beneath the abyss with a mysterious aura.

The bitter cold stimulated Curt's skin, and he felt like he was wrapped in a strange cold, and he seemed to have goosebumps on his body. The moisture in the soil was accumulated by the cold, and the fine droplets of water fell like rain, and the droplets of water had already wet the corners of his clothes.

The canyon is full of towering plants, each of which stands out from the crowd to the outside world. However, this dense forest did not block the direction in which they could leave, as it was enough to walk forward in the direction it extended.

"How should I say hello?"

Lizzie, who was walking in front, couldn't help but laugh: "Generally speaking, there is a relationship between the vessel and the spirit, which is a disembodied being, similar to that between the house and the host. Living creatures have their own 'houses', but lost spirits can only lodge in other containers, thus gaining the opportunity to perpetuate themselves. So what if this house is densely packed with souls like canned sardines?"

She stopped, and then slowly approached a dead tree whose skin had rotted most of its part, and then lightly made a small cut in the bark with the knife in her pocket. With a sharp knife slashing, a small hole was cracked in the withered bark.

Hmm!

Immediately, a low, melodious wail erupted from inside the tree, pouring out of the crack the size of a fingernail and pouring into Curt's brain. He could clearly feel a gust of cold wind rushing out of the cracks, and the indescribable touch passed directly through his body.

In an instant, a loud and silent noise made Curt's brain dizzy, a sensation he had never felt before—the sound did not reach his ears, but reverberated directly in his brain. The manic roar was mixed with painful whimpering, followed by the rampant emotions of the spirits.

"Oh my God, this is the sound that spirits make, it really doesn't look like something that can exist in the material world. The root of the tooth shook his head, and Curt finally recovered, "Could it be that you are listening to their voices after entering here?"

He felt that he understood Lizzie's feelings, and he felt that the noise that could not be stopped by his ears could only be described as "outrageous". If a person hears such wails all the time, it does not need to be stimulated, and his head is probably already abnormal.

Spirits, unlike living beings, do not have entities as an obstacle to the transmission of spiritual energy, so their mobility cannot be inferred by common sense. Originally, the body could exist as a bulwark of the spirit, but a few people who were too sensitive to the existence of the spirit could not effectively resist them.

However, Lizzie shook her head indifferently: "I'm fine, I don't have much to worry about when I get used to it - besides, this is a special case, these containers are not 'houses', but 'prisons'." I think you've seen Soulbinders, it's the same as their corpses. The spirits are imprisoned in prison, and the remaining spirits ferment in a small space, gradually dying into madness in the pain. ”

That's why the slightest gap springs out—she said, pointing to her own gap. These spirits are still imprisoned sinners, and the moment they see the door of their cell being opened, they rush towards the exit without hesitation.

Curt looked at the jungle in front of him, and almost everywhere he saw these twisted and alien dead woods, their appearance like human faces, and they were screaming sharply. It seems that Lizzie is right, and the inside of these trees is all filled with tormented souls, and they let out a miserable howl.

"How much is it, and how long has it been?" "How many times have I said this?" is not so much shaking his head and sighing, but rather a wry smile after utter helplessness.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and it will take not only years and months to cultivate such a dense woodland in this canyon, but also countless lives. I'm afraid that even the notorious necromancer would not put so many sacrifices in one place.

Curt now knows where the dregs of the dungeon have gone—they have been collected by the ugly jailers and buried in this canyon. It is a forest watered with countless lives, sipping the flesh of the offerings and imprisoning their souls.

"Spells are knowledge that understands the world, and at the same time knowledge that can distort it. Lizzie sighed, tapping her knife against the trees beside her, "Ethics mean nothing to the mages who only have the word 'research' in their eyes, they have already stepped on that line more than once. ”

The Eye of True Vision had established this stronghold deep in the mountains, and this strange forest was probably the product of their cultivation for some purpose. (To be continued......)