Twenty Sided Dice

Without any other help, Siegel would have died in the woods next to this kobold camp, just like Sir Bill's last knightly entourage—before he had grown, he had died. However, the 20-sided dice hanging on Siegel's chest emitted an extremely faint light, and the life energy stored for a long time flowed out of it, penetrated into his body, and spread in the wounds hit by the force field missiles. This force tightly bound Siegel, making him unable to move at all. He lay rigidly on the ground, unable to speak, and could only silently endure the pain of his flesh being scorched by the high heat. The wound exuded a burnt smell, but it healed quickly, and in the end there was not even a trace of it.

The man in robe was very satisfied with the effect of his spell. Looking at Siegel's motionless body, he thought he had completely killed this unfortunate bastard. Now is the time to receive the spoils. Before the knight comes back, it only takes a simple spell to change the owner of the black warhorse, so be obedient.

He walked slowly past Siegel's "corpse", holding the magic powder in his hand, feeling that he was winning. At this time, the "corpse" suddenly shook, and the caster looked down and found a pair of black eyes staring at him.

"It's not..." The man in the robe only said half a word of nonsense in surprise. He threw off his long staff, his palms were facing each other, and his fingers were spread out in the shape of a blooming fan, aiming at Siegel on the ground. There were words in his mouth, and a bright red flame flower was appearing in his palm. When he finished chanting the spell, the flower would fully bloom, turning into a spray of cone-shaped flames to burn the enemies in front of him.

Siegel, still clutching the rope used to tie the feed sack, instinctively pulled the rope upward, using the technique of tying the sail on the mast. The rope made two turns, and the end of the rope was threaded back, forming a perfect knot, tying the caster's wrists all at once. He pulled hard, and the rope tightened immediately, causing the two wrists to interlace, making a crisp 'click'. The caster let out a pained cry, and the flame flowers in his palm disappeared.

Siegel kicked his legs hard, kicked the robe man's knees fiercely, and took advantage of the situation to slide away from the ground full of beans. His waist and abdomen were forced, and he turned back, as vigorous as a monkey. Now that the tide has turned, Siegel is half-kneeling on the ground with the sickle he works with. The caster fell to his knees in pain, his hands tightly bound by ropes.

"Battle is a matter of life and death." Sir Bill taught his followers.

Holding the scythe, Siegel jumped up from the ground and shouted at the robed man.

"There is only time for one spell." The man in robes weighed the pros and cons of offense and defense, and then chose a spell.

The rope in his hand twisted, and scales grew, turning into a thick and long poisonous snake. The viper raised his head. The two apricot-colored eyes on the snake's head with an inverted triangle stared fiercely at Siegel, hissing snake letters, and green droplets hanging from a pair of fangs. The man in the robe freed his hands, took the opportunity to stand up, and said something in his mouth.

The snake transformed from the rope blocked between Siegel and the man in the robe, curled up, ready to attack at any time. Siegel knew that he had no way back, so he could only hold back his fear, grit his teeth, and burst out with a stubborn ferocity. He jumped up vigorously, jumped over the snake's head, and swung his scythe toward the robed man's chest.

Siegel closed his eyes nervously as he swung the sickle. This was his first real life-and-death struggle. The good part of human nature does not like to take the lives of the same kind.

With a puff, a warm liquid splashed on the squid's face, causing him to open his eyes. He saw the spellcaster kneeling on the ground with a scythe around his neck, blood running down his chin and shoulders—the energy of life was gone forever with the blood. The man struggled a few times, choked out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then fell to the ground. His wrists were still tightly bound by ropes, and there were no venomous snakes around.

Siegel wanted to sit on the ground and take a deep breath to rest, but he was afraid that the robed man would come back to life and kill him. 'Come on, squid, you have to act quickly. ’ He cheered himself up, restrained his shaking legs, picked up the branches on the ground and threw them at the corpse.

The man didn't move, and the blood didn't flow, as if he was dead. Still worried, Siegel ran back to the warhorse, found the short sword seized from the kobold, and leaned on it cautiously. He slashed the man's fingers with his sword—no living man could endure such pain. Siegel was relieved that the body remained motionless.

"Who is this person?" The child's curiosity was aroused, making him temporarily forget his fear. He drew the scythe from the neck of the corpse, then slowly lifted the hood to see the face of a young human man. This man was about 20 years old, handsome, but a big bald head ruined the overall image - if he had shawl hair, he could easily coax a little girl into it - Siegel couldn't help thinking. There is a tattoo on the top of his bare head, a red swirl pattern.

Behind the robe man is a backpack, which contains many strange things: the bones of a few birds, some plant roots and stems in a box, a few suspicious vials containing liquids of various colors, a few days' dry food and drinking water , large rolls of vellum, ink and quill, and several thin books: one of them locked.

In the sleeve of the robe, there is a powder packet on one side, and a dagger is hidden on the other side. Unfortunately, the man died before he could use it. Siegel found a purse on the man's belt, well-crafted and beautifully decorated, containing twenty-one gold coins, eight silver coins, and two rubies.

Siegel wouldn't value the gem, he could only guess that it was quite valuable. According to the agreement between Sir Bill and him, as a squire of the knights, he can get one-twentieth of the total income of the knights. So at least one of these gold coins will be Siegel's property. The young man felt that the crossbow he was looking forward to was getting closer, and he was very excited. He put the spoils aside, and saw the soft boots on the caster's feet.

Sir Bill, dressed in black, returned to the camp like a shadow. Except for a few kobolds who were not worth chasing after fleeing for their lives, the lakeside camp had been demolished, and there would be no more robbers here in a short time. After the jazz came back, he was a little surprised when he saw the warhorse sleeping soundly, so he quietly passed through the last few trees. He saw a robe-clad human corpse lying on the ground, and Siegel turned his back to himself, digging out the corpse's boots with his hands.

He decided to just take the opportunity to observe the young man and see what he would do.

"Hey, why are you hiding a key here? Don't you think it would be uncomfortable to walk?" He put these things aside, and then closed the dead man's eyelids with his hands. "I've only ever seen sailors' funerals. They were tied to stones and sunk into the sea, so that the sea **** would take in their souls. It's too far from the sea, and I don't think the sea **** would like you."

Siegel thought for a while, then said: "I don't know who your **** is, but I hope he can protect you and let your soul return to the kingdom of God. Don't hate me, even though I ended your life. , but that's just for self-defense, and self-defense is my right. I don't know what kind of funeral you're used to, so I'll dig a hole and bury you and put a tombstone for you. I don't know your name, so I have to Handsome bald head on the tombstone. I guess that should be enough?"

After speaking, he stood up and was about to go to the backpack to find a shovel. At this moment he found Sir Bill standing beside the warhorse, with his arms folded, the corners of his mouth trembling, and he looked at himself with a strange expression.

"I... ah... this person suddenly jumped out and hit me, so I had to fight back..." Siegel explained quickly.

"So you fought and won?" The sergeant returned to his serious and grim expression and yelled, "I've been here for so long, and you didn't notice it at all. What if I were the enemy, What if there are still bad guys hiding and ready to attack? Don't you think you don't even know how to die? You stupid bastard, patronizingly rummaging for loot, a stupid look like a greedy goblin!"

"Ah...I..." Siegel hesitated, then answered earnestly, "I'm sorry sir, I know I'm wrong."

"Go and pick up that long stick on the ground, and I'll see where this guy came from."

Siegel hurriedly ran to the side and picked up the long wooden staff from among the leaves and black beans. The tip of the stick is thick at the bottom, more than one meter long, and lighter than expected. It is formed by twisting and twisting many tree roots. Siegel tossed the staff, surprised at its weight, always suspecting that it was just a layer of bark, possibly hollow inside. He imitated the movements of a man in a robe, thrust his long stick on the ground, waved his left hand, lowered his voice to be funny, and laughed twice.

A stream of heat was drawn out of his body and spread down the arm to the long staff. Siegel's legs softened, and he tried hard to hold on to the long staff so as not to fall. A strong sense of exhaustion enveloped his body, as if he had wiped the deck twice in a row.

A red ball of light floated from the long staff, UU reading www. uukanshu. com was quietly suspended in the air, emitting a faint red light like a burning candle. The knight and his entourage looked at the ball of light in astonishment, as if they were alive.

The light ball swayed gently, always staying at the height of one finger at the top of the long staff. Siegel instinctively felt that the ball of light was not threatening, so he reached out to touch it. The fingers penetrated through the ball of light, feeling neither substance nor heat.

"A magic item! It's worth a lot of money," said the sergeant. "I have to say, you're a lucky one." He stretched out his hand and rubbed the squid's black hair. "Back to Ximu Town, I should be able to buy a decent weapon for you."

So the two started to pack up. Siegel was in charge of collecting the ears, carrying the goods hidden by the kobold robbers, picking up the black beans on the ground, digging a hole to bury the robed man, and carrying everything away in a big cloth bag. The ser woke his steed, soothed the grumpy temper of his old comrade, and wiped his sword.

The two had a clear division of labor and set foot on the way back before noon.

Along the way, Siegel used the "Flame Staff" as a walking stick to help him walk. He always had a feeling that the flames that came out had nothing to do with the long staff, and were completely draining his own power. Moreover, after being hit hard during the battle, the wound healed inexplicably. Just like his childhood dreams, he didn't know how to explain these strange things to Sir, so he could only scratch his head, thank the squid **** for his blessing, and hope that the troubles will pass away soon.

The 20-sided dice on his chest swayed slightly, and the original crimson 1 turned into gold.