My Summons Are Weird

The first snow in Yas's winter was fierce. With the help of the strong wind, the white snow dots swept across the earth violently, and all the sights were covered with silver clothes overnight.

The sudden drop in temperature caused Yas III to wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. The busy servants added charcoal fire to the room while looking for equipment that could carry the magic of fire, so that Yas III's study and bedroom could be as warm as spring.

The awakened Yas III looked at the snow and sighed deeply.

He hasn't slept well for a long time.

Two years ago, the rebellion started by Earl Nott quickly ignited the southern border of Yas. The lords who were dissatisfied with the highly centralized power became independent, and then joined together to invade the territory of Yas Kingdom.

It shouldn't have been so fast... Everything seemed to stem from the arrival of that person.

He single-handedly destroyed the Goblin Dungeon, causing the Goblin King to fall, while the trusty and foolish Ser Guyon who guarded the frontier stepped into the ridiculous trap of inferior monsters and was buried with him.

The empire, which had no external troubles, ushered in internal troubles. The two-year war completely shattered the country. The surrounding city-states were eyeing them, waiting for the huge Yas to decline a little bit and become prey that could be divided.

Neither he nor the lord headed by Earl Nott plan to accept the result of the stalemate and the rule of the line, only you will live and die.

The information sent by the consuls of the major city-states is not optimistic. This year's harvest is particularly poor, because famine has broken out in many areas where the war has missed sowing, and the hungry slaves and people have picked up farm tools and chains. People were hanged, and then hanged on high places—either in the mansions of nobles, or above city walls.

Such rebellions are not uncommon, but always easily quelled.

The mob holding farm tools was still unable to fight against magic, and the huge gap brought about by magic made the anger in their hearts locked back into the cage again.

Although the wise men of the kingdom have repeatedly emphasized and reminded everyone that the suppression will only usher in a greater rebellion, Yas III can no longer manage so much. He is very clear that in the territory of Earl Nott, such a thing is also happening. , all he has to do is to collapse later than the other party, and then use the other party's flesh and blood to feed the mob and quell their hostility.

Strictly speaking, it doesn't matter if they don't calm down. As long as magic and knowledge are still in their hands, it will never be the pariahs who can shake Yas' rule, but the nobles.

The war has made him deeply understand this truth, and he has no mercy for the lives of pariahs and slaves, they are just necessary consumables ready to be thrown on the battlefield.

Looking at the news that kept arriving during the break, Yas III ate the soft bread one by one. These freshly baked pasta had a rich and sweet aroma of ground wheat, which made his slightly tired body recover little by little.

Suddenly, he frowned, held a scroll to watch it repeatedly, and then handed it to the guard.

After a while, a magician came to the study.

"What exactly does the information on the scroll mean?" Yas III asked.

The magician saluted for a while, and then said, "There are many reports about the front line during this time, and the descriptions are strikingly similar. At first we thought it was a clumsy mistake by the new magician, but as time went on, such a mistake It also appeared on the third-order magician, even I have experienced it once..."

Yas III stood up irritably, he held the scroll and raised it: "But the magic you mentioned has been used steadily for many years!"

The magician was sweating profusely, and he really didn't know how to explain this strange, probabilistic event that happened more and more frequently.

The formed magic suddenly collapsed and disintegrated at a certain moment. This is the "ghost incident" that the frontline magicians of Yas Kingdom encountered today.

The blazing fireball suddenly extinguished in the process of condensing.

The gushing water suddenly turned into foam.

The thick rock shield suddenly cracked and disappeared before it could resist the powerful attack.

It is not a single spell that suffers from "ghost" interference, almost every kind of spell has reported anomalies.

At first, such anomalies were all classified as "forced errors caused by high tension", but as time went on, they began to occur frequently. When fighting against Count Nott's cavalry yesterday, two magicians appeared at the same time. Misfire, a rare condition that fails to provide protective magic to allies.

The two magicians who have been sent to the battlefield have been accused by the general of colluding with the enemy, but only the magicians know that the two have been disturbed by "ghosts".

This invisible ghost has no interest in the flow and cohesion of magic power, but once the magic power is woven into a web and gradually transformed into magic, it will emerge from the shadows, fiddle with the sophisticated magic system with invisible hands, and lead them to to failure.

"What a joke, where is the ghost, how can the ghost only affect the magic, not the creature!" Yas III also has a certain understanding of magic, and he only finds the rhetoric provided by the magician to be extremely absurd.

The land where Yas is located was originally without human footprints. The earliest humans are believed to have originated from outside the continent, and they are all descendants of pioneers.

The earliest pioneers brought with them the first languages, cultures, and magical systems.

Although in the long process of development, the initial documents and historical records have become less and less, but the knowledge related to magic is very well preserved and preserved through generations of magicians.

These rock-solid magics have built a new civilization for them in this desolate continent, and have supported them for hundreds of years. It has undergone numerous improvements and has been verified as "reliable".

Now the magicians say that these solid foundations are constantly shaking and full of uncertainty?

Magic is still abundant, why is magic turbulent?

Excuse, it's a shameful excuse!

Yas III wanted to get angry, because he saw the magicians' plan - to save the lives of the two magicians who led to the defeat by telling him that magicians were indispensable to the kingdom through a lie.

The warriors of the kingdom still have strong combat power. Their sharp blades are enough to pierce magic and tear apart the body of the magician... They seem to have forgotten that although the magician is strong, he relies on the power of the kingdom to surpass the people. .

After appeasing the magicians and telling the kingdom that the reason behind the magic failure would be carefully investigated, Yas III did not hesitate to order the execution of the two wrong magicians - he could treat the magicians preferentially, but he must not lose the warriors for this. support of the generals.

Yas III didn't know what his decision would trigger. At the same time, he didn't know that in the depths of the goblin underground palace that Lu Yu had once penetrated, a goblin king named Chacha was also at this time. Heard similar reports.

In the depths of the damp underground palace, Chacha personally led the team to pick a large number of mushrooms. Thanks to the mother earth, in the cold winter, the mushrooms are still growing hard in the relatively humid depths of the underground palace.

Their hyphae extend outward from the fungus room, covering the long-abandoned dungeon area little by little, sticking out their heads tenaciously in the cracks of each brick, bearing sweet and delicious "fruits".

The former goblin king Thorin voluntarily died for two years of peace for the goblin family.

Despite the alien races on the Luotan Plain, humans still venture into underground palaces to hunt for bounty or killing needs, but the scale is much smaller compared to the peak period.

Through a heroic goblin messenger, the goblins in the dungeon learn that the vast human kingdom is locked in a long civil war.

Many goblins rushed out of the ground and plundered the land that belonged to them, leaving humans too busy to take care of themselves.

The Goblin King Chacha was unmoved. He wore a crown and possessed absolute authority. Although he did not have the wisdom of Solan, he was by no means stupid.

"Hide, hide again, let them forget us...forget the life that exists in the depths of this spooky underground palace."

"What we're trying to do is get stronger, not plunder."

"The land is there, only power can determine where it belongs!"

"Check!"

"Check!"

"Check!"

Amidst the praises of the goblins, Chachi asked a goblin mage.

"Magic, still damaged?"

The goblin mage raised his staff, and the light ball generated by the simple lighting technique lasted for less than two seconds before dispersing into the invisible. The goblins in the underground palace made a "quack" sound similar to grinding teeth. They express fear and confusion as an instinctive behavior.

"Curse... it's a curse!"

There are goblins who are so stunned, but they are scared to shut their mouths by Chacha's indifferent eyes.

"Is there a more terrifying curse than a short lifespan, an ugly face, a weak body, and a despised background?" Cha Cha shouted, looking down at his family, "Failed magic is not a curse, and it cannot overcome the ordeal it brings us. , this is the eternal curse!"

"Check!"

"Check!"

"Check!"

Under the fervent gaze of his fellow clan, Cha Cha left the throne and summoned the best of the goblin wizards alone.

Weird failures appeared in the tests, Cha Cha sat cross-legged on the ground and fell into contemplation.

Cha Cha couldn't understand, but his intuition told him... It seems that something has changed?

The wind is still blowing.

The Knights of the Stars of the Grand Empire were hunting in the seaside town of Swordfish City. The giant wetland spiders that attacked many villages and towns were surrounded by well-trained knights from all directions. All the spider's eyes were white. Knowing that it was doomed, it jumped up, aimed at the place with the fewest people, and launched a desperate blow.

"Let the wind blow!"

In the loud and high-pitched singing, the inconspicuous winds on the ground began to gather, and the giant spider was trapped to death by the tornadoes coming from all directions in an instant, and the rolled up sand gently blocked everyone's sight.

The wind died down, and the giant spider died.

The members of the Knights performed a physical examination on the giant spider skillfully, and actively cut the affected area.

Heather, who had completed the final blow, stood silently on the side, sighed as she looked at the original Star Knights who only had more than twenty people left.

Grand V died suddenly, and he did not announce his heir, so he held his power tightly. Therefore, the Prince of Cornwall, who was disliked and even hated by Heather, became the helm of the Grand Empire.

Heather cooperated with the cat-faced killer, and struggled to find evidence that he personally participated in the organ trade in order to win over the magician. Just when he made up his mind to submit it to Grand V, Grand V died violently.

Lu Yu once invited her to go to the distant continent called Mela, and she was indeed moved by the strong magic heritage of that continent, but her dedication to justice and her sense of responsibility for the Knights of the Stars kept her.

But now she feels that everything she insists on is so stupid.

Hearst, the head of the regiment, died, and the cause of death was unclear. After a banquet, he suddenly died at home. The doctor's autopsy result was "sudden death", but no one in the Knights of the Stars believed it.

The nobility knew that the Prince of Cornwall, now His Majesty the Emperor Grand, did not like Hearst.

To be precise, he has no good feelings for the pariahs.

This strongman who rose from the bottom, went to the top step by step, and proved himself to all the nobles, this inspirational representative selected by Grand V, this righteous and upright warrior ushered in his end.

Heather, who entered the palace to find an explanation for Hearst, was harassed by Cornwall as expected, and soon after, he dismissed the knights of Stars, which was founded by Hearst and only accepted from the bottom, and sent them collectively. A fringe city-state, guarded by its confidant lord.

The bottom promotion channel left by Grand V was closed, and Cornwall couldn't wait to clear everything he didn't like.

Frustrated, Heather stopped thinking about where the Grand Empire would go, and she also declined her family's invitation.

She, the chief magician of Xingchen, has now become the head of the group. Even if there is one person in the group, she will not run away.

It is the responsibility of the team leader to protect the members of the team.

Self-blame lingered in her heart for a long time and could not be dissipated. In recent months, Xingchen's partners have always suffered heavy casualties, and all of this was caused by some inexplicable accidents.

First of all, the scroll she personally gave to her companions could not be triggered~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In the face of the monsters, the team members who could have escaped because of their trust in her took the initiative to attack the enemy and took out the scroll to trigger, but there was no response, and they died tragically.

Afterwards, Heather repeatedly checked the scroll. This scroll, which was ineffective in the hands of the team members anyway, brought a hurricane to their camp, and the original effect of this scroll was to create a defensive shield.

Heather tried several scrolls, but only one showed such a strange phenomenon.

For this reason, she was very careful every time she wrote the scroll, and checked it repeatedly afterwards, but another partner died because of the scroll.

This time, it wasn't because of the monsters. The moment the group members triggered the scroll, the wind magic that roared out of filial piety tore his body all over his body, and he died unwillingly before the others could get treatment.

Before dying, the members of the regiment stared wide-eyed and moved their lips.

"Is it really an accident?"

The silent words tortured Heather's heart.