After a few hours, it was getting dark. With only half of his body left, Tyrantil finally barely opened his eyes, and bursts of heart-piercing pain stimulated every nerve. But all he could think about was the children in the castle, and he didn't care about his injuries.

As the saying goes, blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular. Losing the lower half of your body is miserable enough, but even more unfortunate is that the spellbook and spellcasting kit are gone. For a mage, losing them is equivalent to losing the ability to cast spells, and now there is no second option at all except to climb forward little by little.

"I'm going to hold on! As far as Kuài told the news to Henry. Tyrantiel gritted her teeth and fought through the pain, cheering herself up over and over again. He knew that the castle must have fallen now, and with the opponent's powerful and strange attack methods, it was simply not something that a single tower spirit and golem could deal with.

In this way, with tenacious willpower, the old mage was stunned and returned to the high fence that had been opened before dawn. Looking at the messy hall, the last of his illusions were shattered, and after glancing at the line left on the wall, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma again.

I saw that it was written in the lingua franca: "Your son is in my hands, if you don't want him to be tortured to death, come to Ust quickly. The city of Naza. The one who hates you the most - Chasma. ”

There is no doubt that this guy, who has completely twisted his heart, intends to torture Allen inhumanely. This also makes an old mage who loves his disciples how to accept it, coupled with being seriously injured, it can be described as a double blow to the spirit and body, if it is not treated in time. Even if you die, it's not unusual.

Inside the dilapidated hall. Tyrantil lay quietly on the ground. Surrounded by mutilated golems and summoned monster guard corpses. Tary Freeman summoned what little energy remained in the elemental pool to treat him, and although he was still far from being cured, he was able to save his life for the time being.

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Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Far away in Askatra, Henry was unaware of such a dramatic change in the north, and was busy preparing to enter the dimensional sphere. He looked at the tightly tied up Varig. Kosara smiled apologetically, "I'm so sorry I can only invite you in this rough way." Rest assured, I have no ill will towards you, just the dimensional sphere that wants to enter the ghetto. ”

"Humph! You greedy mages are all virtuous. I swear to God. You're not going to let you take me alive to that damn ball! Warrig struggled desperately to his feet, looking extremely excited. It can be seen that he is quite resistant to the dimensional sphere, and can even be said to be afraid.

Henry smiled and shook his head comfortingly, "Calm down, friend." I didn't say I had to bring you personally, just a vial of blood, and of course, it had to be voluntarily given by you. And I promise, it will allow you to avoid the masked mage, whether you travel north or south. Take your pick. ”

He didn't bother to ask about the Kosara family's, what he was really interested in was the dimensional orb itself. A vehicle that can travel freely in all planes. At the same time, it also integrates all the functions of the Mage Tower, what a perfect creation, it is hard to imagine that it was actually made by a mage who has not yet crossed the threshold of legend.

That's why the Masked Mage's Guild is in hot pursuit. The technology contained in the Dimensional Sphere is quite profound, involving dimensional teleportation, energy conversion, precise positioning, crystal wall crossing, etc., which is an irresistible temptation for any spellcaster. Especially the crystal wall, since the fall of the Imaska Empire, this kind of technology coveted by the gods has disappeared into the long river of history and has never appeared again.

Henry remembers very well that in the game, several people claiming to be the Knights of Sorenia appeared in the dimensional sphere. They come from a place called Crane (the setting of the Dragon Lance novels), which means that the Dimensional Sphere has been to Crane and undoubtedly has the ability to teleport across crystal walls.

Hearing that he didn't need to go near the orb, Warrig calmed down a little, but his eyes were still full of wariness. After a few minutes, he asked a little helplessly, "Why?" Why do you all want to get close to that damn orb, is it just to plunder the magical treasures of my terrible ancestors? ”

"No, on the contrary, I'm not interested in magical treasures, but in the value and technology of the orb itself. You won't understand that for a mage who is dedicated to revealing the truth, its existence is nothing short of a miracle. Also, don't just give your ancestor the word terrible, because he was a true genius. Henry made no secret of his admiration for the Dimensional Orb Maker.

Either way, this man has done a lot of things that legendary spellcasters can't even think of. Traveling endlessly across planes to explore those unknown worlds, his courage and spirit are definitely worthy of everyone's admiration.

"If my ancestor heard the praise of a legendary spellcaster like you, he would be very happy." Warrig said with a wry smile. When he heard these words, the hostility and wariness on his face decreased considerably.

After all, Henry's pursuit of knowledge and skill was much better than that of masked mages who only wanted to plunder treasure. What's more, his own reputation is also quite good, especially in the last two days, the Council has announced the merit of the Blind Eye Cult and the Mind Flayer Base, and the name of the "Dragon Rider" has spread throughout Ammu with the caravan.

Henry smiled modestly and asked, "So you're willing to accept my conditions?" ”

"Do I have a choice? Of all the people who want to enter the dimensional sphere, you are arguably the best, and the bastards of the masked mages don't even care about my life or death, they just want to see if something interesting happens. At the mention of the masked mage, a hint of resentment appeared on Warrig's face. It is clear that he is hostile to the masked mage's pursuit.

"I don't want to say much about masked mages, after all, they have monopolized Am's magical resources for too long, and it is inevitable that there will be some changes in attitude and cognition. Now let's talk about your ancestor, whose deeds I am very interested in. As he spoke, Henry glanced at Robert, who did not hesitate to pull out his dagger and cut the rope that bound him.

After loosening the tie, Warrig moved his arms and neck slightly, sighed and said, "Okay. But I don't know much. Five hundred years ago, a talented necromancer named Lavok appeared in the Khosara family. He built the orb when he was about forty years old, and then mysteriously disappeared five hundred years ago. ”

"Lavok? What a good name. As far as I know, the King of Wizards of the Nethril period was also called by this name. But I also want to know, why are you so afraid of your ancestors? Henry asked curiously. Generally speaking, most people on the continent of Faeron would be proud of the fact that they had, or had once possessed, a powerful elder.

But this is clearly not the case with Varig. It wasn't so much that he was afraid of the dimensional sphere, but that he was really afraid of this ancestor called Lavok. For an aristocrat, this is quite incredible.

With a deep sigh, Warrig explained, "Because I'm the last of the entire Khosara family, it means a lot to Lavoc. Despite the use of some unknown life-prolonging magic, his life inevitably went to death. In order to avoid this situation, finding a descendant with his own bloodline, occupying the other person's body is the only solution. This is why the Khosara family has had an extraordinary talent for magic for generations, as the ancestors needed a perfect body to carry their will. ”

Henry nodded thoughtfully. Apparently, Lawalker didn't understand the lich's transformation ritual, and it was possible that he didn't want to transform into the undead. However, the occupation of the body should be pure speculation, and in the game, Lawalker just wants to take another look at the sky of his hometown before he is temporary, and such a homesick person cannot be so bad at all.

However, exploring the dimensional orbs can be dangerous, especially when you need to go to the abyss to hunt for the heart of a powerful demon. The game doesn't specifically mention how many layers of the abyss are there, if it's close to the top, it's fine, once it's too deep, it means that the magic net is extremely unstable, so that whether it's magic or magic, there will be some unpredictable changes.

Maybe a small level 0 "Light Spell" will turn into a level 7 magic "Delayed Burst Fireball" after a successful cast, and the level 7 magic "Finger of Death" may not even kill a single bed bug. In this extremely uncertain situation, only the sword in the hand is a truly reliable force.

After a brief negotiation, Henry and Varig completed the deal. One of them got the blood they needed to open the door to the dimensional sphere, and the other got a ticket to the north. After tonight, the last member of the Kosara family will disappear in Amm completely.

For Varig, being able to escape from this place of right and wrong is undoubtedly the most ideal choice. He longs for a peaceful life, the kind of carefree that doesn't have to worry about someone coming to his door every day. It's a little sad to leave home, but as long as you can avoid the masked mage, it's easy to say.

After the outsiders left, Henry looked at the radiant Robert beside him and asked, "How do you feel after taking the potion, do you realize that you are completely different from before?" ”

"Yes, master. The bloodline in my body has been fully activated, and I can turn into an adult golden dragon at any time. And I feel energetic lately, and I don't even feel sleepy. What kind of potion is that, so amazing? Robert said all the doubts in his heart in one breath.

He also discovered it during the "intense" exercise with Anixia, and the body lì was like endless, almost making this (swinging) woman die alive. You must know that I did it for more than three hours that day, and I almost died. (To be continued......)