Night Raven Master

Chapter 171 An Unexpected Summon
Bassatona Empire.

In a laboratory, the frost covering the field of vision filled the laboratory with the surge of spiritual energy.

A female wizard is wearing a pair of thick glasses, watching the refining of the potion intently. The cold spiritual energy enters the container with her operation, reconciling the conflict between the ingredients of the potion .

"A portion of the red-eyed fungus, the skin of the scavenger, and the white frost grass can be replaced with spiritual energy. The heart of the arakkoa. Didn't I take the heart of the arakkoa off yesterday?" The female wizard frowned slightly, and her spiritual energy burst out. Suddenly, the intense frost instantly froze the entire laboratory including the materials on the table.

"Let's go and peel off the heart of the arakkoa first. Although this is the first time to make this potion, temporarily freezing it should not affect the effect."

As she spoke, she scratched her head, her five fingers passing through her frosty white hair:
"Why would I forget to do this kind of thing because such a small thing almost ruined the refinement."

Walk through the corridor, passing by beautiful and abstract oil paintings, and walk towards the dungeon.

However, halfway through, she frowned: "Summoning!? Who is so courageous to point the target of the summoning at my residence!?"

The icy spiritual energy surged in an instant, spread out like a blizzard, and froze the entire castle, whether it was servants or other creatures, they were all frozen in an instant.

tread, tread, tread—

The hard heel made a crisp sound when it came into contact with the ground.

"How dare you attack my castle directly! Which empire is it from? The Arabella Empire!? Or those stupid nobles in the country? Have you been wooed?"

"Is it because of that stupid prejudice? To trouble me?"

There was an uncontrollable anger on her face, which seemed a little unsuitable for this frosty beauty.

In the spiritual sea, frost-blue psionic energy filled a spell sequence consisting of 80 inscriptions.

It looks like a snowflake, with a lot of branches, and the ends of the branches have circular openings. These openings continuously draw spiritual energy from the spiritual energy vortex, and then pour it into another spell sequence.

Spells: Quick Cast!
The target is another spell sequence with more than 150 inscriptions.

In just a few seconds, the spell sequence has been filled, and the filling time has been reduced by two-thirds.

Just as the ground was trembling, the powerful force had spread along the corridor before the spell was released, and a bone-chilling chill was accumulating. Every time you took a step, the color of the frost became deeper, like the dark blue of Frost Hell. generally.

"This is a humiliation to the Cartesia family! I will definitely kill you! Kill you!" The white teeth clenched together tightly, "The name of the Cartesia family cannot bear such humiliation!!!"

In the dark dungeon.

In several cages, all kinds of monsters are locked up, and there are also several alien races.

When she came to the dungeon, she saw a slowly disappearing vortex, and she could clearly see the spell inscriptions around the vortex.

Random location, unlimited planes, level below Two Scars of Apocalypse, specified. Crow?
She widened her eyes: "Random summoning!? What kind of outdated summoning technique is this!? Are there any idiots who use this kind of summoning now? Don't you know that random summoning will cause a lot of trouble!? Which family's heir is this? !?"

"Who is it!? Which family is it from!?" The filled psionic energy gradually drained from the spell sequence, and the spell was cancelled.

A mouthful of frosty air came out of her mouth.

It wasn't a premeditated humiliation, which made her anger disappear a lot, but it still exists: "I will definitely find you, and this situation will definitely require compensation."

She bit her finger: "I forgot to leave any evidence just now, and I didn't leave any breath. I'm not proficient in detective spells."

At this time, a dog-headed foreigner in a cage shouted loudly: "Damn wizard, let me out!"

"Shut up, prisoner on death row." She frowned, and her spiritual energy surged, directly freezing the kobold into ice. "It's your honor to be the experimental material."

They are going to die anyway, and dying as material is far more useful than being beheaded meaninglessly.

Under the suppression of this woman's psychic power, the monsters trembled and did not dare to resist, while the other humanoid aliens shouted and insulted noisily.

As their insults became more and more excessive, her face got worse and worse:

"I said you guys. Be quiet!"

Under the surge of psychic energy, the talent of the apocalypse wizard - the cold frost spread rapidly, freezing the entire dungeon.

"Really, that's why I hate the material. Should have cut out the tongue first."

At this time, a maid appeared at the entrance of the dungeon:
"Master, what happened?"

She folded her arms, her teeth were chattering, and a voice trembling from the cold sounded.

"Ah, my experimental materials were randomly summoned and taken away. Take my warrant and go to other nobles to see if there are any arakkoa criminals. I need to use the arakkoa's heart."

".Yes, master."

On the other side, Art stroked his chin and looked at the crow in front of him?

To be precise, it is a humanoid alien with a crow's head.

Nearly two meters tall, with a head similar to that of a raven, with a strong body, wearing a prison uniform?

The arms protruding from the sleeves are similar to human hands, but the whole hand, including the palm, is covered with black feathers, and the part below the knees looks like two bird claws.

"Are you? The Raven Man?"

"Yes, I am the Arakkoa, and my name is Gol! The Summoner."

Cole tried his best to stay calm.

He couldn't let the other party cancel the summoning. According to his previous observations, this should be a temporary and random summoning. He had to stabilize the other party and negotiate. If he was sent back by the summoning array, he would return to Earl Cartesia's dungeon.

Try to negotiate with the other party and extend the time
The other party should be a rookie. This kind of summoning array that summons creatures and then makes a contract agreement, even the effect of binding spells is so weak, is quite primitive, let alone arakkoa, even goblin shamans can't use.

It should be a low-level spellcaster who became a spellcaster by luck, but has no way to formally learn spell knowledge.

Delay time, find an opportunity to break the binding spell, and escape from here. As for the spell backlash of temporary summoning becoming permanent summoning, let this unlucky guy bear it himself.

Compared with the identity of the arakkoa shaman, he prefers the title of "Black Feather Deceiver".

"You are very unique and lucky, Summoner." Gore had a mysterious attitude on his face. Facing the lucky one who became a spellcaster by chance, he could give ambiguous compliments first.

After long-term operation, he found that when some generic, ambiguous, and specific adjectives are used to describe, the subject can easily accept these descriptions and think that what is described in the description is himself.

What traits would a person who was lucky enough to become a spellcaster have in common?
All kinds of sayings such as luck, uniqueness, hard work, and unfair treatment can be placed on them. It is easier to succeed by suppressing first and then raising, but he does not have so much time, so he can quickly gain trust by means of quick success and instant benefit. .

"I'm."

"Okay, you can shut up now." Before this guy said nothing, Yate didn't feel anything. After the other party spoke, this familiar feeling made Yate understand his peeing in an instant, and he had already told the lie Take it as a habit.

And wearing prison uniforms.

A fraudster?
Art casually threw out a spell to capture crows——

I don't know if it will be successful or not.

"Summoner, listen to me." After seeing a black light coming, Gore subconsciously raised his arm to block it, "What!?"

rumble--

A strong sense of restraint drilled into Goer's spiritual sea, and got into his spiritual vortex.

The strong sense of crisis made Gore use all his strength to resist——

【Capture failed】

"What do you want to say?" Art looked at his palm, but failed?

But after glancing at the information bar, this is a regular probability failure, and there is no hint that it is not a crow or a bird, that is to say.
Can the crow man be counted as a crow?How is this judgment mechanism defined?
At this time, Gore, after resisting Art's capture of the crow with all his strength, was almost speechless, and he knelt directly on the ground: "You, you."

"What are you, you are just a prisoner, honestly don't resist." The captured crow charged up again, and was about to throw it out again, but he suddenly thought of something, and said to Promi, "It can prevent the summoned object from being sent back. ?"

Promi nodded: "It is possible, but it will consume a lot of energy"

Preventing summons from being sent back consumes a lot of energy.

"Then do it."

"Eh!?"

"There's no need to send him back, this guy is useful." Art said without looking back, "Hurry up."

"Okay!" Promi immediately executed Art's order after being stunned for a moment, "If you want to prevent the summoned object from returning, you need to interfere or destroy the coordinates. Interference requires a long preparation."

"If the interference is too troublesome, just destroy it directly!"

"Yes!"

After answering, Promi raised his hand and launched an attack on the summoning circle. The summoning circle was built entirely by himself, and Promi was very familiar with everything in it.

The sharp bones formed by the negative energy directly penetrated the disguised repatriation spell in the ring.

"finished!"

"Okay." Nodding, Art looked at Gore, who was kneeling on the ground with a painful expression on his face, and was ready to capture the crow.

"I, I won't give in!" Gore shouted hoarsely, covering his head.

"Whether you give in or not, it doesn't count if you say it, Mr. Fraudster." Shrugging his shoulders, Art threw out the spell.

This time.
[Successful capture]

(End of this chapter)