Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel waited secretly in the dark, only the corpse that couldn't die on the autopsy bed continued to emit faint **. Relying on the speed of his heartbeat, he secretly counted, and after waiting for half an hour, he began to try to escape.

Using the muscles of his neck, shoulders and waist, Siegel pulled the sharp obsidian dagger from his shoulder blade inch by inch. Fortunately, when the dagger cuts through muscles and bones, it is similar to scissors cutting paper, and it does not require much effort. Siegel resisted the pain from the wound, the sweat flowing into his eyes blurred his vision, and the sound of broken body echoed in his ears, not thinking about the tingling feeling when the blood flowed down his **** and thighs.

The obsidian dagger left the bone, and now only the muscle holds it. The seal against elemental spellcasting is still in operation, but Siegel has a way to deal with it. He took a deep breath and turned his head hard to look behind him. He was hung from an iron rack, with a cold stone wall a few inches behind him.

If the obsidian dagger fell directly to the ground, it might make enough noise to wake Reese and cause the escape operation to fail completely, so he must slow down the fall, preferably without any noise. Siegel could see the hilt of the dagger only out of the corner of his eye, estimating the possible angle and stance of the weapon as it fell.

He then transformed himself into skeleton form.

This isn't elemental spellcasting, and Siegel has done it more than once in the forbidden realm. The obsidian dagger suddenly lost its support and fell from the air. Siegel rocked back and forth, ramming the dagger with his pelvis, propping it against the wall behind him.

There is only a very small "pop" sound, which should not disturb Reese's sleep.

As the flesh and blood on his body disappeared, the shackles that bound Siegel also loosened a lot. He drew his fingers together, minimizing the volume of his wrist, and pulled it out of the shackles. After he pulled out a hand, he grabbed the obsidian dagger behind his pelvis.

Then he cut the shackles and freed his hands and feet.

The hilt of the obsidian dagger still gleamed, and the rune lines on it depicted intricate patterns. What is it used to activate and why doesn't my obsidian dagger have this function? The question just flashed through his mind. Put it aside for now.

Skeletons were prone to making noise when walking on the ground, so Siegel changed back. The power of the elements began to come close to him again, and everything was like a finger.

His original plan was to destroy this place and let the flames of rage burn everything. Bury the Shrine of the God of Murder in the ashes. But he got word from Reese that the Assassin injured in the Elven Forest attack had been sent to a training ground and a sanatorium, and Janet was probably one of them, so he wanted to know where that spot was.

How can it be tortured? From the magical design of the Clay Warrior, Reese knew the Knox mind control spell. Even if he might not be as good at using those spells as Siegel. But there will definitely be corresponding defensive skills. The risk of directly controlling him is too great, and it is difficult to derive real intelligence. Siegel thought about it, and gave up the plan to go directly to Reese's bedroom to control him, but prepared in this laboratory.

There are herbs and reagents here, and spellcasting materials are at your fingertips. Siegel first cast the magician's secret room spell, completely isolating the room from prying eyes from the outside in. When the familiar elemental power flowed in his body, Siegel's blood boiled with excitement, and his soul sang happily. He couldn't help shedding tears and couldn't help himself with excitement.

His state of mind also affects the control of magic. The spells ran very smoothly under his grasp. Nearly every syllable, casting gesture, and elemental fluctuation works seamlessly with each other. Although it was only for a short time, he felt a sense of complete control.

Siegel's path to becoming a master is element conversion and control, which is based on Knox's plasma conversion technology, so that the four basic elements can be transformed into each other and unified within a cycle. Many evocative masters follow the same path, and they are good at turning fireballs into acid **** and even ice hockey.

The Mage Federation also thought that Siegel had taken this path, but only he himself understood the difference. Elemental spellcasting has been deeply rooted in the mind of the mage. The four elements are like a standard. Although it greatly simplifies the difficulty of learning spells, it also restricts the development of spells. As a result, there is no ready-made template for advanced spells, and each mage needs to re-comprehend and construct by himself.

Siegel believes that this is the result of being bound by the power system of the four elements, so he wants to build pure magic power on top of the elements-this requires first complete mastery of the circulation and transformation of the four elements. Right in the stronghold of the Murder God, in Reese's laboratory. Siegel finally took this step. With these few minutes of experience and experience, he is confident that he will soon fully grasp this feeling.

After that things will fall into place.

Between life and death, people will understand, and the same is true between gain and loss. Siegel experienced shock, anger, sadness, joy, and then returned to rational and calm thinking.

He cast spells in various places in the lab, making it his home ground, before he had time to check out the contents.

The Scroll of the Glitter Warrior may be Rees' crowning achievement. can not miss. With the element cluster, Siegel will naturally not choose a gel warrior with a lower cost performance. And using the template to constantly copy the puppet, there is an evil feeling - he just wants to learn the essence inside. Reese's technology of transferring knowledge and creating similar bodies is very good, but no matter how you look at it, I feel that this scroll is not complete, and there is still a big missing piece. Siegel flipped through several scrolls, replaying the entire process in his mind. "No, there is a big problem with this spell!"

However, there is not enough time for him to enter into meditation now, so he can only use the transcription technique to make imitations that look very similar, and then put the real ones into the key space. The problems found this time can be well explained to Reese, and they will definitely attract his attention.

Keep what you can see in your head, and Siegel goes to the anatomy bed to see the guy who keeps fucking. His body was mutilated and all organs except his lungs were removed and replaced with gelatin. It's like the half-finished product of a colloid warrior, poor experimental material.

He only had one eye left, and the eyeball was so white that he could hardly see anything. But he intuitively wasn't Reese standing beside him, so he tried to speak. But his tongue was gone, his throat was open, and he couldn't speak any words at all. Only from his mouth shape can vaguely distinguish three words: "Kill me."

Siegel does not have the ability to cast body regeneration spells like a priest. So death is the only release for this person. Siegel put his finger on his bare brain and destroyed his consciousness with swift lightning. He is finally dead and will no longer feel the pain. The wizard thought for a while and cast a spell on the corpse's throat. Continue to send out the exact same subtle ** to avoid being discovered by Reese.

The entire laboratory is full of human organs, some of which are still active under the influence of spells, and some must have been taken from the body. I don't know how many lives Rhys has killed for his spells. Regardless of gender or age, they are just his experiments. He must not die, Siegel made up his mind.

The battles that take place here are quick and quiet, and all the spell traps laid out in the lab serve that purpose. It's much better to fight here than to go to the mage's lounge. Everyone knows that the mage will have the most complex defense system in the place where he sleeps.

It was almost time, and Siegel was back on the shelf. He wrapped the shackles, pretended to be still hung, and waited patiently with his head bowed—like a hunter waiting for his prey to enter a trap.

Time passed by, and the sound of robes rubbing against the slate floor finally sounded outside the door. Master Rhys pushed the door in, and before he could take a closer look at his surroundings, Siegel's voice rang out.

"Old Rhys. Just got up? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Now, will you listen to my advice on that spell of yours?"

"Don't worry, we have time. My spell is done, all that's left is improvement." Reese snapped his fingers and set the candles in the room to burn. He felt that the fluctuations of the elements around him were a little weird, and there seemed to be some kind of interference. Or maybe it's just waking up and not feeling well, and this isn't the first time it's happened.

"Your spell? Finished?" Siegel laughed loudly, and there was no respect in Reese's eyes, only endless contempt. "You can't cast the magic of the glue warrior at all, you can only use the power of the priest. Especially in the part where the glue monster is formed, the spells you set only play an auxiliary role. It is not to promote the production of glue warriors at all. the main reason.”

Siegel spat on the ground and shook his head: "It's a shame to use a spell that you can't complete or cast by yourself, and you want to compare it to Liel, Casper, and Siegel. You have The ability to split a gelatinous monster. Then use your own spell to give it life?"

The expression on Reese's face became very exciting, changing from red to white to white. His hands were trembling, apparently out of control. "You... how did you see it? How is this possible!"

"No wonder you want to be a rat in a burrow with the God of Murder. It turns out that without the help of the priest of the gods, you are a waste!" Siegel stared at him and snorted coldly from his nose: "You are a complete idiot. Loser. Paralyze and deceive yourself with illusory success. The only thing I don't understand is when the God of Murder has anything to do with the slime monster."

"Because the God of Murder successfully killed the Mud Monster's racial **** and replaced it." Reese seemed to have lost all his strength~www.readwn.com~ and fell into a chair. He had entered the center of the trap and was doomed. "Do you know what it would be like for a god-murdering **** to become a racial god? It's the biggest joke in the universe!"

"What?" Siegel tightened the spell's web so that Riss could say a few more words.

"He gathered all the slime monsters, attacked the dwarves, and pulled them into the battle. But this was not a battle on the battlefield, but a small-scale contest. The dwarves tried their best to remove the slime monsters, but the result was Turned this matter into a war of genocide. During this period, various plans and schemes contributed to the **** of murder, and the self-protection behavior of the slime monster contributed divine power to the **** of the race. As long as this matter persisted, he would It can continuously gain divine support and maintain a strong power for a period of time. But where the murder **** got his original power is a mystery."

From the Writer's Race, it was also a genocide. Siegel knew the answer, but he didn't need to tell Rees. He rubbed his fingers and lit the spell fuse. (To be continued.)

PS: 404! Ha ha ha ha! You can't find me! I'm invisible!

(Ah! Forgot to use the silence spell! All heard!)