My summons are weird

"Children of Frost", one of the elemental magic schools that emerged from the last wave of magic power.

Everyone has a version bonus period. Six hundred years ago, the Son of Frost, who was in the limelight, made a name for himself in the old school of elemental magic by virtue of his powerful low mana consumption, high-speed casting and singing.

In the following hundreds of years, the Sons of Frost also occasionally appeared on the stage of history, but their sense of existence became thinner and thinner each time. Like most schools of knowledge, they declined but still had accumulation. Very nourished, living a pretentious, but in fact the days of fading away.

If there hadn't been this initiative to fight against the undead, the world would have almost forgotten this elemental school that their ancestors once enjoyed. It's just that the Frost Sons are not very happy about the fact that they have once again entered the public eye.

The school workshop of the Frost Son is located in a remote mountain range. After a disastrous defeat, almost all the frost son's magicians came back from various places.

The Sons of Frost have a very bad reputation now. Not only do many people in the Theocracy have objections to them, but even other schools of magic are laughing at their stupidity.

Lector, the chief magician, paced back and forth in the empty hall of the library with a cold face, with complicated expressions on his square face.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him, expecting him to resolve the embarrassing situation of the Son of Frost, but they only heard sighs and curses.

"At that time, I should take the initiative to thank you." Someone in the crowd muttered.

It was Lector himself who made the decision to cover up the war damage. He was already agitated, and said sullenly, "Are you questioning my decision?"

No one said anything anymore, the world of magicians also spoke according to their strength.

"It's just a magician, and the Theocracy is making a fuss. They just want to step on us to show the 'spiritual wealth' left by them Laurent. Remember, if you want to say which country is the most vicious and treacherous among the four major countries, then Belonging to the Theocracy, a country that instigated various races in the name of preaching, stirred up conflicts among the three major powers, and instigated small internal struggles in the fringes to try to profit from it, has now become synonymous with brilliance, kindness, and justice?"

"And Laurent, look at the Theocracy, he is almost on the altar, if it weren't for the story of the silver maple and the god of glory, I think they would like to revise the teachings and myths, proclaiming Laurent is God's agent, even God."

"It sounds like you are very dissatisfied with the Theocracy."

In the empty library, Lector's disdainful words were still echoing, and a cold female voice cut in abruptly.

Lector wanted to reprimand the person who spoke so eccentrically, but he looked around, but saw a figure tightly covered by a robe standing under a warm yellow wall lamp not far away, the only exposed face seemed to be able to block the light, Blocking everyone's sight, it was dark.

All Sons of Frost are on alert.

"Your Excellency, you are not a member of our school. Who invited you to be a guest at the Son of Frost? Why didn't you report it and let outsiders enter this place directly? Do you know what punishment you will receive!"

"No one asked me to come, I came by myself."

Magic power surges in the library.

"The guards, why didn't they issue a warning?" Lector asked the magician in charge of the base's defense deployment.

"They're all asleep."

Sera replied lightly, but her heart was burning with raging anger. If she couldn't reveal her identity, she would definitely talk about Lector's comment on Laurende.

"What are you talking about, we are bad things, there are so many people blocking the robbery scene, the atmosphere is here, there is nothing to die, it can't be justified."

Sera has never felt that Lu Yu's words are so pleasant. After getting along for a long time, she found that it is quite good to have a tacit understanding with this guy. obstacle.

"You're right, some people deserve to die."

Everyone in the Frost Son couldn't hear Lu Yu's speech in the chat room, and only felt that Sera was nervous and talking to himself inexplicably.

"The Tranquil Garden..."

The sudden fluctuation of magic power caused Son of Frost to release magic subconsciously.

The ice picks and the cold wind slapped on the body of the three coal balls, tearing the clothes to pieces, exposing the non-existent lower limbs, and making the robe dance endlessly.

"What's the situation!" The person who found something wrong shouted in horror.

"He's not human."

"Magic is invalid, is it a dead spirit?"

The yelling one after another suddenly disappeared, and the library, which was still noisy a second ago, was deadly silent.

Lector looked around, but found that there was a thin layer of black mist floating around, only the trumpet flowers that kept climbing and dripping with stinky mucus were left wantonly climbing and growing.

"what have you done…"

Lector transformed his magic power into a blue ball of light emitting dim light, and held it up high, hoping to dispel the fog and see the surroundings clearly, but the light was completely swallowed up, and the visible living things in his sight were still not far away. There are more and more strange magicians, and more and more purple morning glory that almost cover the dark ground.

"Son of Frost, cast spells quickly, chant quickly. In the last magic wave era, many long-chant magicians' nightmares. When they release a spell, you can often release three to four... What a pity, hundreds of years have passed Now, your casting speed doesn't seem to have improved much, and even the power is so pitiful."

After the emotion was over, Sera's voice became a little bit colder.

"What I did, of course, was to create a field that can torture you well."

Before the words fell, Lector didn't use his hands, and concealedly blowing bursts of small magic that could create snow fog and crushed ice, until the head of the three coal balls.

The moment his face was covered, Lecto galloped to the side of the three coal balls, condensed an ice pick in his hand, and pierced the dark face of the three coal balls viciously.

Lector knows how to defeat the enemy with little magic.

The essence of quick magic lies in being caught off guard, as long as there is an opportunity to win with one blow, he will do his best to shoot. Relying on this style of play, at the fourth level, Lector has killed adventurers who are far superior to him in the wild , and several people.

The reaction force from his wrist made Lector's arm go numb, but he only thought that he had penetrated the visor and was blocked by the skull.

Although the quick-release ice cone is sharp, it can't perfectly break through some armors with excellent defensive effects. Therefore, Lector raised his idle left hand high, and the blue ice blade fell heavily, chopping hard objects. The sound resounded in the quiet dark space.

The ice blade shattered, Lector's arm was bounced up, the pain made him gasp, even the ice pick that his right hand was holding hard could not help but let go, and the whole person backed away again and again.

"It hurts so much, why..."

"Haha, this hood looks serious, it has been torn to pieces by his broken ice."

"It's okay, I'll take the fabric off their bodies and put together another piece."

The black cloak was thrown aside by a group of black shadows, Lector's eyes widened a little bit, and the fear in the depths of his heart continued to magnify, and finally roared out of his throat.

"What is this, what is this, what are you guys!"

It's not a spirit body, he clearly has the real feeling of being hit.

Creation of the dead? But he had clearly fought against the creations of the dead, and there was no creation that was as hard as iron and resisted magic at the same time.

If not, then what is the monster in front of him?

"A sixth-level magician, does he only have such a little concentration?" Lulu said disgustedly.

"He seems to be at the seventh rank." Lu Yu corrected.

"Is that so, but the magic looks too weak after using the magic power, and it doesn't hurt to hit people... There are so many magicians who don't deserve their names under the tide of magic power."

Being humiliated in public, Lector also lost the courage to refute. When he saw the three coal balls stretch out a large number of tentacles to play with the broken half ice pick, he felt chills all over his body.

Several tentacles protruded suddenly, Lector wanted to form an ice shield to block, but the tentacles easily broke through the shield, penetrated his arms, and nailed him to the bookshelf behind him.

The blood stained one book after another red, adding a touch of evil to those ancient classics.

"Tell me, where is the most important treasure of the Son of Frost?" Sera pressed her tentacles against Lector's throat.

"Right here, there is a treasury through the library, and the scroll to open the magic circle is not with me!" Lector begged for mercy, "Don't kill me, I can ask the person who keeps the scroll to deliver it himself. He is a tough guy, I'm afraid Both jade and stone will be destroyed, and it will not be so simple for you to enter it by then!"

Sela laughed loudly, and then hummed lightly, a tentacle went straight through Lector's thigh, and gouged it forcefully.

A heart-piercing howl exploded in the ears of the three coal balls.

"Don't...don't...what I said is true..."

The other thigh was also pierced by Sera, and the tentacles stirred in it for a few seconds before slowly being pulled out.

When he was almost unconscious from the pain, Lector heard words that made him shudder.

"Others may not be clear, but I do know that most of the school's daily residences do not store the most valuable collection of books, but only some copies of insignificant books, some valuable but not many small objects, real treasures... ...often elsewhere, this is called the rabbit also has three nests..."

"It's the Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit... clamoring to learn with Lulu, but they didn't pay attention." Lu Yu complained.

"You don't need to temporarily make up the class!" Sierra in the chat room retorted angrily, "I really don't know why we use our rabbit ears as an allusion."

Lector is startled again by Serra's neurotic soliloquies, nearly incontinent in the face of a monster so deeply insane.

Lector, who was still trying to speak hard, suddenly saw the black mist dissipate in the distance, and a figure was lifted up by the tentacles surging up from the ground, dancing wildly in the air.

Serra let go of the tentacles tied to Lector's body, ignored him, and floated into the distance.

At the end, she said: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, someone who knows will tell me to save their lives. As for you... since it is useless, then become the fertilizer of these hungry children."

As soon as the words fell, the trumpet flowers moved upon hearing the wind, scrambling towards Lector like a swarm of insects.

Seeing Sera walking farther and farther away, the morning glory was close at hand, and the corrosive liquid had already begun to dissolve his shredded flesh that fell to the ground...

"I said, I'll tell you!" Lector gritted his teeth, "But you must swear to the origin of magic not to kill me."

Compared with swearing to the so-called gods, swearing to the origin of magic that magicians are eager to explore is considered taboo by many people. It is not known whether anyone will be cursed for breaking the oath, but as long as there is still pursuit of magic, they dare not Take a gamble on the possibility.

"Okay, I, myself, swear to the origin of magic, if I still kill the current chief magician of the Son of Frost after getting the information about the treasure, the way forward will be cut off."

Having gained a sense of security, Lector no longer dared to cheat, and honestly told Sera the location of the hidden treasure.

Serra checked with another captured Frostborn magician to confirm the authenticity.

"Believe it now, I told you, not him, uh, what are you doing..."

Lector yelled in horror as his feet were bound tightly by vines protruding from the ground.

"What I said is true, you verified it, did you go back on your word!"

"I believe it's true, but I didn't want you to live." Sera sneered.

"You have made an oath to the origin of magic. If you break this oath, your magic power will be cut off, you will not be able to improve your magic, and you will be shut out by it forever and ever. Are you crazy? That sliver of possibility!"

"You can also say that it is a possibility. In the past thousands of years, most of the treacherous people who claimed to be cursed because of their oaths were only spread as stories after their death. No one was really punished in life. The author's life is far-fetched to give his own reluctant explanation for each of his misfortunes, and finally it has become a 'shackle' under the accumulation of time in the word of mouth from generation to generation."

"This is actually a set of shackles sent by ordinary people and low-level magicians to more powerful ones, in order to win a little fairness in a limited space, so that those who want to overturn the table and no longer abide by the established rules can A little apprehension in breaking the rules, even if only a little..."

After analyzing the origin and hidden meaning behind "swearing to the root of magic" from a scholar's point of view, Sera clicked her tongue in a pitiful tone.

"I know that you must be hoping in your heart that there really is a 'origin' that can listen to this oath. If that is the case, then I will let you see something interesting."

Serra's voice faded away, replaced by a cough.

Male coughing.

Lector shuddered.

"Hello, Chief Magician, there are actually three personalities in this body. The one who kills you now is not the one who made the oath, so even if the 'root' really exists, it will not impose any punishment."

"You liar full of lies, even if I become a spirit body, I won't let you go!" Lecto, who had lost all hope, was completely insane, wanting to pounce on Lu Yu, but the morning glory in Tranquility Garden and the surging water on the ground The tentacles wrapped around him in an instant.

"There is one more thing I need to tell you. Among my summons, there are many who are particularly interested in spirits. You are welcome to seek revenge on me. My name is... Sarah, Sarah, the herald of the undead. Please find the right one. people."