What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

It didn't take long for Bancy to enter the cave before he determined that it was not a rat hole, but an underground lair built by goblins.

Rats will not build interlayers of small stones in the tunnel, nor will they make trap doors to trap intruders who are not familiar with the road.

These are goblin crafts.Only goblins would build such elaborate and intricate subterranean labyrinths in which they could never have too many beautiful blings.

Bansy waved his stick and made a small ball of thread.

"Guide me," he said, "Ariadne's ball of thread."

The small ball of thread rolled on the spot, turning to the left for a while, then turning to the right for a while, as if to distinguish the direction.

"Guide me. In the labyrinth, show me where the Minotaur is."

The magic constructed by using myths and legends has a mysterious bonus of popularity, and will be endowed with a more powerful effect in similar situations. It is a pity that Banxi doesn't know any similar legends in Huaguo, otherwise there will be a local mysterious bonus effect. will be better.

The ball of thread that was spinning in place received the command, jumped up and down, as if solving a puzzle with a slap on the head, and began to roll forward.

The forked road, the small secret door, and the ball of thread rolled with indomitable momentum in the dark tunnel, leaving a line of magic power as a mark.

The deeper he went into the cave, the more Bansy could feel the stagnant and dirty energy in the air. Wisps and strands of mist filled the tunnel, exuding a decaying and choking stench.

In the smog and filth, Bancy heard rustling sounds approaching, heavy breathing blowing a foul-smelling wind in the tunnel, and he knew it was a rat without guessing.

There was a fat black-haired mouse walking slowly in front of it, its body full of fat trembled every step, and it sniffed around with its pitch-black nose.

It seemed to sense the presence of intruders, patrolling the tunnel restlessly and irritablely.The existence of the soul was invisible, but it identified Bancy's position, and walked back and forth to try to confirm the existence of the intruder.

Looking closer, Bancy confirmed that this was not a mouse that could be used as a material for him to cast spells. Death and curse had eroded its body, showing a distorted and dirty posture. No matter what kind of magic it was used in, it would destroy the energy balance, making it a A bunch of useless garbage.

Bansy raised his cane, and kissed the mouse's forehead "tenderly" with the tip of the cane before the rat's warning scream.

boom.

The mouse fell to the ground.

Moderate violence is the virtue of a wizard. Bancy used ingenuity, without any bloody scene of brain bursting, and it can also ensure that the mouse dies without pain.

The mouse kicked its legs twice, and foul-smelling sticky blood flowed from its mouth and nose.

Death was like a needle that popped the big mouse balloon.A few seconds later, the corpse began to leak air in front of Bancy. It was twisted and deformed like plasticine and pulled repeatedly, making the teeth-stinging sound of bones breaking.The leaked gas rose into a foul-smelling black mist, and when the smoke dissipated, a thin corpse was left on the spot.

The fur is gone, the limbs are stretched, the human face with half-closed eyes maintaining a frightened expression, and a big messy beard are the appearance signs of goblins.

Not a mouse, but a young goblin not far into adulthood.

Bancy squatted down and looked at it carefully for a moment, then reached out and closed the half-opened eyes of the corpse.He didn't sense a soul staying here, and the marks on the goblin's body told him that his death had been months ago.

Negative energy weaves flower-like images on death. Rothbart, as a traditional family art, is the curse of transformation. Bancy can distinguish the curse of devouring life and transforming form at a glance, and can regenerate the corpse into a beast filled with distortion and filth. , is a very difficult (and superfluous) shapeshifting curse.

Generally speaking, the curse of devouring life and transforming form is a choice. It is meaningless to spend effort to kill people first and then transform the corpse. Like the ancestors of their family, they directly turned the princess into a swan. Transforming the living body is better than letting the dead move. It's much easier, unless it's a pervert who likes to torture corpses.

Moreover, in the modern age where the mystery has faded, there are only a handful of wizards who can complete this curse.Compared with someone manipulating behind him, Bancy is actually more inclined that the goblin touched something that shouldn't be touched, which triggered the defense protecting the treasure.

For example, the summoned objects left by the devil in the world, some ancient treasures used to sacrifice to the gods, or the body parts of some special creatures.

This kind of thing often happens to goblins, those greedy little things can't resist any shiny, even if they know it will attract disaster.

The ball of thread leading the way went around in the tunnel, and the other side of the ball of thread was held in Bancy's hand. When he felt the thread being pulled tight, he knew that the destination was ahead.

Bancy leaned against the edge of the tunnel, looking out quietly.

—Rat, rat, rat.

In the depths of the goblin's huge and exquisite maze is a natural underground cavity. The goblins rely on the terrain to build stair ziplines to go up and down. They dig holes in the stone walls to build residences. The underground river flowing through here provides them with A clean source of clean water.

Next to the underground river is an open and flat open space, which was originally a square for goblins.There are shining markets, lively parties, bonfires that light up the darkness, and singing and dancing all night long. Every day is full of singing and laughter.

But now there are only mice.

Mice, mice, and mice.

There is no music, no laughter, and there will be no bright campfire. The underground world is invisible. The fat and heavy outlines of mice overlap in the darkness, and their fur rubs against their teeth.The dull breathing collided with the stone wall, and could be heard in the tunnel from a long distance away, buzzing and echoing like a monster lurking in front of it.

Just like a scene that would only appear in a horror movie, countless fat mice were squeezed into every corner of the burrow, with fur surging as far as the eye could see, and the burrow was like a huge whirlpool formed by mice.

The filthy energy flows from the vortex to the underground river, and from the underground river to the daily water of the city.

crunch.

crunch.

The curse has blackened the underground river.

That's why Banshee is here.

Although it is only a little bit of pollution now, it is inconspicuous in the huge water cycle of the whole city, but as time goes by, these rats give birth to children, and the pollution produced will spread all over the city, accompanied by the curse they receive, with diseases and decline , Spread among the population in any form of disaster.

Otherwise, a nest of goblins with hundreds of thousands of mice alone would not disturb this mysterious and powerful land.

Fortunately, Bancy was a wizard who was forced to deal with all kinds of mice since he was a child. When he saw so many mice, he could resist the urge to swear and scream. Be so clear.

He wasn't afraid, but it didn't mean he didn't feel disgusted seeing so many mice.

In order to prevent the power of the curse from leaking, all the mice in the cave must be cleaned up, none of them can run away, and even the dead bodies cannot be left behind.

If it is a normal body shape and normal terrain, Banxi can come up with many spells to solve the problem, but the soul state is limited by the underground scene, the ritual cannot be performed, and there is a serious shortage of spell-casting props, giving him not many choices.

Death walks in caves, and curses bind corpses that should have returned to dust long ago.

Bansy raised his cane, weaving patterns of energy flow in the air.

"I call for the presence of the South."

He said.

The south symbolizes the direction of fire and the future. As a tool for creating or destroying all changes, the rod is always placed here.

Among the four main spell-casting utensils, sword, cup, staff and shield, the wizard is the master of power only when using the staff, and all spell changes are caused by his will.

Bancy has to say that the use of the staff is addictive. When he holds his staff, the infinitely expanding power in his body makes him feel like he holds the whole world in his hands.Few are able to resist this temptation, so the number of wizards who use wands as their primary work tool is overwhelming.

Especially immature young wizards.

"I order."

Banshee swung his staff, allowing energy to flow into the power channels he had drawn.

"Let the dead be dead, and the dust be dust."

"With the holy purifying fire, with the immortal fire of the future."

In the darkness, bits and pieces of flames quietly lit up, like stars falling from the sky, falling into the turbulent and swirling vortex.

A single spark turned into a raging flame that burned everything.

"squeak--!!!"

Rats screamed in the flames, and the smell of burnt fur was as pungent as the smell of ash.The rats fled in all directions, the flames chasing after them, opening their scorching embraces.

In the light of the fire, only charred and incomplete pieces of charcoal could be seen shattering and flying, turning into a mottled mixture of ashes and charcoal dust on the ground in an instant.

For a moment, the ugly appearance of the mice also changed back to their previous faces, and the screams gradually subsided, and the painful or peaceful faces disappeared as the flames rose, and the sparks scattered in all directions, like winter It was snowing all over the sky, dancing graceful and light arcs.

Among the charcoal powder and ashes, a few shining lights fell down, like the scales of some animals.The flames burned all night on the scales, like a party bonfire lit again, reflecting the endless feast, laughter and song and dance.

When the flames were gradually extinguished, the rusty scales broke into several pieces and completely merged with the ashes.

……

With a little effort, Bansy retrieved the scale fragments home, and his soul returned to his penis, the wet liquid pouring from his eyes unstoppably.

Bancy knew it wasn't tears.

His eyes were pitch black, and the sockets of his eyes were hot and painful—the energy overload from using the staff made the eyes useless.

"Odileia." Bancy called to his guardian spirit in the dark, and he heard Odileia whisper back, rolling a jar to his hand.

Bancy fumbled open the jar, and there were two rubies floating in the clear liquid.

"Do you feel that the wear rate of the eyes is a bit high recently?" Bancy dug out two stones that had lost their use value from the eye sockets, looked at Odile with dark eyes, and was slapped with disgust by the young lady. twice.

quack.

It's not a little high, it's almost a daily throw.

Odile complained, urging Bansy to replace the new eyes quickly.The look of his dark eyes is weird and scary, more realistic than the special effects of many horror movies, if you watch too much, you will have nightmares at night.

"I think the raw materials are not good enough, and they don't match the energy of the land." Bansy opened his eye sockets and stuffed the gems in, while shirking responsibility, "Next time, try using local materials, the energy compatibility of jade or agate should be It will be better, and we strive to sell it half a year."

Odile rolled her eyes gracefully, ladylikely—before Bancy's eyesight fully recovered.

When they met the next day, Shi Lu found that Bansy's eyes had turned reddish amber, like clear and warm flames in the sun, very beautiful.

This is the third eye color that Shilu saw Banxi. He endured and endured but still couldn't hold back his curiosity, hesitatingly said: "Your eyes..."

Bancy stopped playing with the scales and laughed, "I thought you wouldn't ask me."

His newly replaced amber eyes smiled like water ripples when he smiled, softening the sense of alienation on his body, and warming up Shi Li's face that was tense and gloomy when he was nervous.

Shi Lu rubbed his nose, "I'm just curious...ah, if you can't say it, don't force it, I'll just ask."

"It's okay, it's not a secret." Bancy put down the scales, and crossed his fingers in a posture ready to tell a long story. "I told you about the sacred oath before, and that oath came from more than 20 years ago."

"A cat once liked my father."

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Banci: The casting materials are gone [sigh]

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