Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); "I don't believe Janet is dead." Siegel said to himself, looking at Janet's body on the bed.

He checked several times and found no wounds on his wife, not even a needle-sized hole. And there was no poison or disease. She was as peaceful and peaceful as a sleeping person, but she couldn't wake up.

Siegel has a theory, or the biggest hope in his heart: the reincarnation ritual is completed, and Janet left her original body at that moment to reshape her bloodline. So her body is indeed dead, but she should still be alive somewhere, in a certain shape.

The biggest evidence is Janet's current state of corpse... body: she still looks like a human, and has not changed back to a demon. If it is a normal death, all the deformation effects will be removed, so she should not be like this.

But he also knew that Janet's chances of still being alive were very slim. The scene of the reincarnation ceremony was being slaughtered, and even the half-elf mage Edith was caught off guard and had to flee back in embarrassment. If Janet was reincarnated in that situation, would she survive?

Men in black, sudden appearances, serpentine daggers, the ability to pierce magical shields, and divine effects, Siegel remembers these traits firmly. He sat motionless on the edge of the bed, guarding Janet, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Everything else in the room suffered, and the surrounding magical energy was disturbed by his mood, raging on the walls, furniture and various accessories. The copper mirrors and silver plates all melted under the heat, the red wine froze in the glass bottle, and the lightning jumped up and down the roof, burning black marks, but fortunately it did not cause a fire.

Because of the violent fluctuation of magical energy, illusions continued to appear in the air, and even tiny elemental creatures were summoned in some places. Their lives are very short and fragile, and usually dissipate after a few bounces. There were constant low-pitched explosions coming from the room, mixed with the sound of thunderstorms. Everyone in Myr City was trembling, avoiding the lord's room far away.

Only Mana dared to knock on the door of the room.

Siegel clenched his fist hard, and the elements in the room fell silent. The door has been burned with acid. It fell from the door frame with a light touch by Mana.

"The troops are being assembled, and all the knights have begun to mobilize." Mana was soaked all over, dripping from her armor, and dripping into a pool on the ground. She wiped her face. But he couldn't smooth his frown: "According to your order, the entire Heim Territory can gather a total of 3,000 soldiers, plus about 1,500 logisticians. But in this way, all the men in the territory are basically They're all in the army..."

"What's going on with the elves?" Siegel asked in a hoarse voice.

"The scouts have been sent, but they haven't come back. So the information is the same as before: the elves didn't do anything."

Mana saw that Siegel's eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and his skin had lost its luster. He was still holding Janet's hand as he spoke. Even though that little hand has become icy cold, it still seems to have a huge appeal to the Lord.

She wanted to cry with emotion, but she also harbored jealous hatred and anger. I remember that during the day Siegel had just said that he could not have a decisive battle with the elves in the wild for the time being, but now he has issued an order to mobilize all of them. The use of soldiers in anger is a very dangerous sign, and it is difficult for the warrior **** to bring down his well-being in such situations.

She was about to persuade. But saw Siegel stand up, the hands that had cast countless spells on the battlefield trembled violently, flashes appeared several times in a row, and failed to complete a spell.

Siegel suddenly grabbed the wooden bench he was sitting on, and smashed it to pieces on the ground. He clapped his hands vigorously, then patted his face, reciting the spell.

A blue-gray light enveloped Janet and slowly seeped in. Siegel seemed to be drained of strength again, his shoulders swayed, and his feet staggered.

Mana couldn't read the spell. Not sure what happened. Siegel just performed the embalming technique, which can only be used on corpses. There are some spells in the world - such as prisoner, suction, astral projection, etc. - that can temporarily draw away a person's soul and put the body into a state of suspended animation, but such a body cannot be affected by body embalming spells. Now it seems. Unless Janet can be successfully reincarnated, there is no chance of survival.

"Our goal is the elf forest, which means to penetrate the elves besieging the hub castle, and then continue north." Siegel said: "4,500 people, this number is enough."

Janet bit her lip, and then persuaded: "Lord Lord. You can't send troops. This expedition will destroy Heimland and everything."

Siegel said coldly: "I can take you diagonally through the city wall mountains, go to the Black Blood Castle to fight the orcs, and I can also take you to the elf forest. The number of elf troops standing in front of us is no more than 4,000. "

"It's not a question of numbers!" Mana said suddenly: "Take all the soldiers away, what about Myr City? Who will defend the attack of the elves? When the elves occupy this place, who will be able to fight with you? "

Siegel spread out his left hand, and a red ball of light popped out from his palm. The ball of light seemed to have life, pulsing with the rhythm of the heartbeat. Mana didn't understand magic, but just by looking at it, she felt that the light ball was very dangerous.

"When I move the army forward, no one will retreat, and no one will have this idea." Siegel shook his hand and dispelled the magic of the Knox Common Club. Controlling emotions and influencing behavior has many uses, and under the influence of powerful spells, the most ordinary human can be as powerful as a berserker. Knox's research has a variety of directions. Siegel didn't want to use it before, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know these methods.

"Using the power of magic to move the army forward?" Mana blurted out: "Just for Janet, you don't even want morality and honor?"

Siegel couldn't take it any longer. "I'm your lord!" he said, pressing his arm against Mana's neck and slamming her against the wall. The black flame condensed dagger pointed at her eyes, and the pale golden hair tips on her forehead sizzled, giving off a burnt smell.

"I've never asked for much. I just want to learn magic well, help others when I can, and explore and see the mysteries of the world when I have free time. Time and time again, I can't achieve these wishes!" Siegel breathed heavily and said angrily: "I don't care if the danger is added to me, it's just a test of fate, but why are you looking for Janet? Why? She was innocently involved in the conspiracy. Only by dying can she escape the curse, but she won't even give her this chance? Elf, black-clothed killer, elves, black-clothed killer, I won't let any of them go!"

Mana's throat was firmly held up. She couldn't breathe at all, but she didn't resist or struggle, just left tears. A tear dripped onto the black flame dagger and instantly turned into steam.

Siegel let go a little, and Mana could finally speak. "Fate is not fair to her. Is it fair to others? Is it fair to the soldiers assembled outside? For me..." She closed her eyes, leaned her head back against the wall, and said to Siegel: "If you don't want to stab me to death, use that magic on me first. At least I don't have to worry about what's behind me anymore, I just know how to move forward."

"You don't understand magic," Siegel said breathlessly.

"I don't need to know magic!" said Manna. "Look at yourself, Siegel, I don't need to know magic."

Siegel let go, and the flaming dagger disappeared. He said to Mana, "According to my order, assemble the troops!"

He stubbornly pushed the female knight away. Go back to Janet. She still lay quietly on the bed and said nothing. Maybe she won't say anything, maybe...

Look at yourself, Siegel's mind echoes what Manna just said. Originally the bedroom had a mirror, but now he could only find a lump of molten silver, like a pile of wax oil. He picked up the silver nugget, chanted the healing spell, flattened it again, and saw himself in it.

Scattered hair, red eyes. Pale dry lips, twisted faces. He wanted to laugh at himself, but found that his smile was weird and dangerous, exuding a crazy look everywhere.

Just like the crazy gnome mage in Macabuda.

Torrential rain. There was a roar of thunder, but the sound of troops gathering from outside the castle windows could still be heard. The quartermaster is handing out weapons and armor to the soldiers in line, and everyone is trying to dress neatly under the light of lanterns. Many people still don't know why they are gathering on this black rainy night, and they don't know where to go. But they trusted their lord and believed that he could always bring victory.

Siegel sheds a tear in the mirror and transforms himself into a skeleton. in the sight of the dead. Janet lying on the bed appeared gray-black, not the bright white state that belongs to living creatures. This is a ruthless and cruel fact, laid out in front of Siegel. But even after abandoning emotional fluctuations and thinking in the most rational state, Siegel insisted that Janet was still alive.

But he was finally able to calm down his impulses and think about it.

As time passed by, the rain gradually stopped and the sky began to brighten. The soldiers were fully armed and hid under the roof protection according to the instructions of the Lord Mana, while drying their bodies, waiting for orders. Freshly baked bread is never enough, but fortunately there are other grains. The kitchen urgently prepared a large pot of potato root soup, and each person was given a large spoonful, which could not only cushion the stomach, but also not affect the state of the subsequent march.

Through various channels, UU reading www.uukanshu.com knights have basically known about Janet. After all, after the teleportation, Edith and Janet appeared in the middle of the courtyard, and many soldiers saw that scene. The lord's wife has spent much more time in Myr than the real lord Siegel. She can not only receive the knights with an aristocratic temperament, but also care for the ordinary residents in an approachable manner, and has always been deeply loved. The knights guessed that the purpose of this gathering was to avenge the lord's wife, so they were naturally high-spirited.

Although Mana knew everything, she wiped away her tears and said nothing after returning to the courtyard, still organizing everything in an orderly manner. Of all the people, only Feizak saw the clue, but the one-eyed old man could only sigh and ask the servant to carry him to the gate of the castle courtyard, where Siegel would pass when he descended. With a blanket over his pajamas, he sat on a wooden stool with a cane in his arms. The old man waved his hand and told all the servants to get away, some words he could only say to Siegel alone.

If Siegel walked down the stairs calmly, he could still persuade him here. If he teleported directly from the window to the front of the army, no one could stop him. Feizak was not optimistic about such a desperate military operation, and could not help worrying about the future of Heimland. He knew the state of people caught in pain, anger and hatred, and he hoped that Siegel could at least regain some sense, otherwise his persuasion would be of no use.

He looked at the stairs, praying that Siegel would appear there. (To be continued.)