Twenty Sided Dice

? It's impossible to be without one, Siegel firmly believes.

The elemental surge never had the effect of dissolving the corpse, and the elves always wanted to avoid the escape of the Mage Union, so they set up a lot of defenses and sent people to monitor them day and night. And the most important point: even if the fighting situation is fierce, is there not even a single survivor?

He walked through the wreckage of the Three Peaks Pagoda towards the rest area. In addition to the master, other spellcasters and apprentices live there on a daily basis. There are bedrooms, dining rooms, study rooms and living rooms, which are usually the busiest places.

There is also a garden outside the building, with green grass and colorful flowers surrounding the central maple tree. This tree was planted when the Mage Association was established. It has a history of more than 100 years and is extremely sturdy. In autumn, it will be a fiery red, and the scenery is very beautiful.

But Siegel turned the corner and the maple was still there, but the garden was gone. Instead, there are graves.

The tomb is very simple, with wooden plaques standing in front of each low earthen bag, with the name of the deceased written in the dragon language, and the mage emblem carved with a knife. The soil of the tomb was mixed with the plants of the original garden. The grass, leaves and flowers were all together, like a beautiful quilt covering the dead.

Next to the cemetery, Siegel saw the only thing the entire federation was active: the iron golem of Alexander the Lion.

As a construct immune to magic, the iron golem has a self-contained internal structure and does not require the intervention of external forces, so Siegel thinks that it may be able to withstand the invasion of elemental surges. But after that, the iron golem must have gone through a hard battle, its steel body was full of scars, one leg was missing from the knee, and its shoulders and head were also smashed, and its body was twisted and twisted.

Maybe get some clues from it.

Siegel walked over, the iron golem's eyes fixed on him. Then, a burst of green smoke spewed out from behind the golem, spreading out with an acidic stench. Siegel took two steps back, fanning with his hands. Under his surprised gaze. The steel plate on the chest of the iron golem opened to both sides, revealing the people inside.

Alexander the Lion, mixed with blood, is lying weakly inside the Iron Golem.

"Lion King!" Siegel hurried forward and handed over the healing potion.

Alexander took the potion with trembling hands. He raised his head and drank, then threw the bottle away. Siegel noticed that his hands were hot, as if they had been steamed, and so was his body. The wounds on the chest and abdomen were infected and gave off a foul smell.

"It seems to be hopeless." Alexander laughed at himself: "The healing magic has no effect at all. This body is finished."

"I'll teleport back to Myr City, there's a golem priest there, maybe..."

The Lion raised his hand, interrupting Siegel. He looked very weak, but there was still an intimidating aura in his eyes. He looked at Siegel, fixed his eyes on the defensive staff in his hand, and asked, "Have you joined the Mages Society?"

Siegel shook his head.

Alexander nodded, struggled to prop himself up, and sat in front of Siegel. What came out of the wound was no longer blood, but gray-green pus and repressed **. Although his movements are slow and clumsy. Still don't want Siegel to touch him. As if his body was weaker than the thin spring ice, either touch or body heat would break it.

"The association has a lot of good things, but it's really not a good thing." Alexander was sweating all over, but the sweat was quickly evaporated by the high heat. "Put the defensive staff aside first, and I'll tell you a story."

Siegel thought for a while, then threw the staff far away.

"Look, I don't want what happened to the Three Peaks Pagoda to be buried."

The Lion raised his finger, tapped Siegel's forehead lightly, and began to cast a spell. Siegel was about to remind him that in order to prevent himself from being affected by the spiritual spell of the Knox Common Society. And set up layers of protection in the mind. If such a sloppy spell is cast, it will trigger the defense of six spells, and it will not be effective at all.

But Alexander's eyes flashed, and the spell passed through layers of protection. After successfully entering Siegel's mind, all the protective spells did not respond.

Is this the ability of a ** teacher? Never heard of it?

He was about to use magic to protect himself when he received a message from Alexander's finger. It was a battle scene re-enacted from the point of view of the Lion King, telling what happened after he returned to the Three Peaks Pagoda.

Then, the finger left Siegel's forehead and let it down weakly. He closed his eyes. Take a break while waiting for Siegel to read the flashbacks.

It took a full ten minutes before Siegel came to his senses. Not only did he see it, but he also felt what Alexander went through after returning to Waterdeep. How he emptied the mana pool, how to transfer the important property of the Mages Association, and how to duel with the master Kasper.

But there was only a part of the duel, and there was no result, nor what happened when the elemental surge hit afterwards.

"Those can't be passed on to you by memory." Alexander said weakly, closing his eyes. "Your mind will think the pain in there is real, causing your body to break down, just like me."

"Is Casper dead?"

The Lion King nodded and pointed to one of the tombstones: "He is buried there. Although he is an enemy, he is also a member of the Federation and is qualified to be buried there."

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but I have much less time left than you, so I'll ask first." Alexander's eyes suddenly opened, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you cause this? everything?"

Siegel stood still for a moment, before nodding after a while. "It was I who devised a plan to make the elves and Knox fight together. It was I who reported the relationship between the Commonwealth and Nexus to the Mage Guild. It was I who blocked the orc reinforcements that Kasper had brought in, and more. It was I who arranged for the Prairie tribe to attack Waterdeep."

Alexander looked at Siegel with bright eyes, stared at him fiercely, and the atmosphere became extremely tense. According to Alexander's memory, there were only two living people left in the Three Peaks Pagoda's Mage Association next to the cemetery, and one of them was also half-buried in the tomb. As for the ones in the library in Heim's territory, even Siegel doesn't know whether they belong to the Federation or the Mages Association.

"Young man, you didn't lie, you are very courageous." The Lion King laughed suddenly, although he coughed up blood while laughing. "Although your actions aggravated the loss of the Mages Federation and led to the current situation, it is enough that you can become the winner."

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said to Siegel, "If it weren't for you. The Mages Association would have all the fruits of victory."

"As long as you are still alive, the Mages Association has not failed." Siegel said: "How can I heal your injury? I can use teleportation to take you to where you need it."

"It's useless, this is Casper's ability. He used his spells to convince me of one thing, that the time to end my life has come. My body believed it. So I didn't even bother to heal my wounds, so I just waited for death. But he didn't feel good either. He was assimilated by me with all his spell abilities, and then burned to death by the burning hand. The two masters perished together. Hahahaha!"

Alexander laughed so hard that Siegel felt a little overwhelmed. "Can't the magician's magic be lifted? If it is placed in a place where the magic spell cannot take effect, can it be suppressed?"

He thought of the holy land of the Jackdaw tribe. If that magical land can suppress the operation of Kasper's spell, is there a chance to heal Alexander? Maybe he will never be able to leave the Holy Land for the rest of his life, but at least he has the hope of saving his life.

The Lion King shook his head, his fluffy blonde hair swaying like a lion. "You haven't become a magician, and you don't know the characteristics of your abilities. All abilities are instant, like a flash of light, and then leave no trace. Casper's spell has already taken effect. It ends immediately, and there will be no subsequent suppression, Opportunity for dispersal and modification."

"What is your master's ability?"

The Lion King looked at Siegel, sighed, and said, "I'm dying anyway, so it's okay to tell you. I can erase the uniqueness of the magic effect and fake the caster identification. You cast spells, and although you have designed many spell protections, they are all aimed at outsiders. I disguise my spells as you cast them, so that your protection will not be triggered."

"It's amazing." Siegel's eyes widened. "How did this happen?"

"When you work hard to become a master, you will have some insights." The Lion King said: "Everyone's path is different, you will definitely not be my ability. You and I are not the same person. I have always I think the Association of Masters is beautiful and worth fighting for, but you can only agree with the first half of the sentence at most. Isn't it?"

Siegel nodded, then shook his head again. "I agree with the whole sentence before the Knox Commons joins."

"I can understand," Alexander said. "Will you promise me a few things?"

"If I can do it, yes."

"Still so careful? No wonder Master Faranis is so optimistic about you." The Lion King laughed at himself: "These people who specialize in learning prophecy are mysterious and the most difficult to deal with. This is the case with lore masters, and Liel is even more so. I am too Look down on him. Don't make the same mistake."

Seeing Siegel nodded, the Lion King continued: "After I die, melt me ​​and the iron golem together, and then bury me in the ground. I don't want to be the casting material for necromancers. It is said that they have a kind of Profound spells require the use of the bones of the master. So you must destroy the corpse for me, the cleaner the better."

Siegel nodded in disbelief.

"Besides, help me find William. This guy went to Mora's Top and hasn't come back. I know him, he won't abandon the Federation for the dwarves. You find him and tell him, let him rebuild the Federation meeting."

"I'll help too."

Alexander nodded, let out a long sigh of relief, and then said, "Okay, all I have to tell you has been said in the incantation just now, and now I can wait to die slowly~www.readwn.com~ My whole body hurts to death, The healing potion is icy and cold, not warm at all, do you have any wine there?"

Siegel nodded and opened the space bag. He took out the elf's fine wine and handed it to Alexander, watching him lift his head and drink it dry.

"Come again!" He seemed to suddenly regain his strength and shouted, "I'm so thirsty! I'd rather be drunk to death than die under a spell! All spells are beautiful, all!"

Siegel was helpless and handed him another bag. His fingers touched a bottle in the space bag, giving him a very familiar feeling. He took it out and saw that it was the bottle of the Lich Potion.

He suddenly had a crazy idea, and his eyes got bigger and bigger. He rushed up with a single stride, snatched the wine bag from Alexander's mouth, threw it away, and said, "Can you erase the personal characteristics from the magic item?"

"Why, are you worried about any special spells on the defensive staff?" The Lion King said with red eyes and two points of drunkenness: "Don't worry, the Mage Association is not so dirty. They are just scheming, not villains. ."

Siegel shoved the Lich Potion into his hand and said, "Wipe it off and drink it. Your body can die, but you don't!" (To be continued.)