Arcane Lord

Everyone on the ship knows how horrible it is after the blood donation Marquis runs away, so there is not even one to stop him, so he just watched him desperately vent his anger until around the poop The railings were almost torn down before the gasping for breath stopped.

At this moment, his fist is bloody, and some parts are still pierced with a large number of wooden thorns. Although for this level of fighters, this is only a superficial wound, which can heal in two or three days at most, but one The famous retainer hurriedly took out a bottle of healing potion, cleaned the wound carefully, and then sprinkled the potion on it.

In just a few seconds, the unrecognizable hand is restored.

I don’t know if it was because of venting. Kyrgyz slowly calmed down, rounded up those bloodshot eyes, stared at his son, and asked after one minute. Said: “Tell me, is there any way to know clearly what happened in this Sea Territory an hour ago, I suddenly have an unknown premonition.”

Zebrun touched the chin on After thinking about it for a few minutes, he immediately replied: “It’s not a long time since the naval battle is over. Master Mant should be able to try summon wandering around the souls that have just died. I believe there will be some unbelievers. , Or those who are too obsessed to go to the kingdom of gods, they should be able to know the specific situation from their mouths.”

“What are you waiting for! Start now! I can’t wait to think You must know the truth! The treasures of the Bruce family must not just disappear in vain! There must be someone to pay for it! The price of blood!” As he said, Kyrgyz pushed away the retainer who was about to bandage his hands, striding forward. The two wizards who were talking in a low voice walked.

As a soldier who likes to use simple and rude ways to solve problems, he never likes to go around the corners, and almost speaks his purpose clearly.

Mante, a Level 6 Illusion Technique teacher, did not refuse. After a simple preparation, the Soul Evocation ceremony began quickly.

I saw him sitting in front of an iron tripod, placing a copper basin burning with a raging fire on it, and then let several soldiers light the candles around the surrounding at the same time, while blocking the sea breeze. To prevent the candle from being blown out.

Because the ship is relatively simple, he not at all set up any protective measures, such as depicting complex defensive wrinkles on the ground, and the rune made of mithril to restrict the movement of the soul.

However, for safety’s sake, Mante still blessed himself with a “protection from evil”, and let the other two wizards respond at any time.

After arranging everything, he crossed his legs and sat in the center of the candle, chanting jerky incantion repeatedly, until he entered a deep meditation trance state, and then concentrated his mind, only in the heart I left a window to the outside, and gave myself a strong psychological hint with a little awareness, and soon a faint magical energy began to float in the sky, as if searching for something.

Everyone on the ship was attracted by the weird magic ceremony, and I don’t know how long it took. It may be a few seconds or a few minutes…

Suddenly!

Mante opened a gap in his eyes and stared at up ahead. The line of sight was only fixed on the burning brazier.

He knows that he must imagine these flames as being the life of summon souls, and give them a temporary form during the time the soul enters the material world.

From another world summon, the soul of the deceased is very dangerous from any angle, so there must be no mistakes, otherwise the angry soul may directly attack the ceremony host .

“Hey…Witt…Venat…Yao Zhengdu card…”

The teacher of Illusion Technique muttered incantation in a very low and slow voice, After a few seconds, the rhythm became faster and faster and closer. He was drawn by the power of the magic ceremony. All kinds of tonal changes and mysterious syllables filled every corner. Everyone who heard it couldn’t help but start. Shaking slightly, even if the ambient temperature is as high as 28 to 30 degrees at this moment, many people still feel cold all over.

Contrary to the reactions of those around him, Mante secreted a lot of sweat on his forehead, and his facial expression showed tension and desire.

Just when he was addicted to summon and dominate those Spirit Physiques in the world of death through absolute insistence on the amount of spirit strength of his heart, the fire on the copper basin instantly sprayed more than two meters high and changed Must be strong and dazzling.

“In the name of arcane, summon the dead wandering in this Sea Territory, please show your figure and answer my questions.”

With a deep hoarseness With a low roar, a small group of Fireball spewed out from the entire copper basin, and then it was automatically extinguished, and the flame turned into a human form and stood in front of the Illusion Technique master.

He wore a tattered white sailor shirt on his translucent body. There was a huge hole in his chest and stomach. His expression was very painful and desperate. He opened his mouth and wanted to mourn, but what? You can’t make a sound when you shout.

Obviously, this bad luck egg should have died from the grape bullet ejected by the bronze artillery. It is probably too frightening. He didn’t at all immediately go to the country where he believed in the gods, but hovered in Around, attracted by the magic ceremony.

“I…Where am I…?”

After the body and consciousness gradually stabilized, the soul from summon sat down and asked in confusion. The mage in front of you.

He obviously didn’t realize that he was dead, and he kept touching the hole in his body that was punched out by the shells with his two hands, trying to plug it up with something.

But it is a pity that this behavior is futile. No matter how hard he tries, the huge wound caused at the moment of death has no response at all, and even a section of exposed intestines cannot be plugged back.

Seeing that there was no setback at the summon ceremony, Mante secretly sighed in relief, gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, took a deep breath, extended the hand and clicked in the air.

In an instant!

The translucent soul seemed to freeze, his expression frozen in place, and even his eyelids couldn’t blow up. There was boundless fear in his eyes, as if he was begging the other party not to hurt himself.

In fact, most of the souls who have just died have no attack power. Most of them are fragile and sensitive. Only a very small number of them have suffered great pain during their lives, or have blood and blood, and they are in the dead. It will automatically transform into an evil necromancer in a moment, otherwise it will most likely linger in the cracks of the material world, which can only be seen by powerful spellcasters and those with special innate talents.