My summons are weird

Except for Lector, the chief magician, there were several members of the Sons of Frost who were completely digested by Serenity Garden before the battle was over.

After getting the scroll that opened the treasure house door, the three briquettes did not kill them all, but dispersed the Garden of Tranquility, allowing every survivor of the Frostborn to witness it swaggering away.

They need these people to spread the word about what happened tonight. More people must enjoy such a wonderful drama together.

The treasure house of the Son of Frost is not far from the magic workshop in the center of the mountain range. Next to a lake reflecting the full moon, the tentacles of the three briquettes sensed the magic fluctuations from a boulder not far away, and the scroll resonated slightly with it. The huge boulder taller than one person slowly cracked, revealing a stone step that can only accommodate one person.

Going down the stairs, the magic crystals lit up one after another, and the warm corn yellow led the three briquettes all the way down. After passing through the long corridor, a crisp sound caused by the magic resonance dispelled the surrounding silence and drove away the darkness. into the corner.

The room is not big, less than 30 square meters by visual inspection. Obviously, the people who built it didn't care about the size, only the concealment.

Soft white light was projected from a huge magic crystal on the dome, and the two-person high bookshelf placed close to the four walls directly below was full of books. In the center of the room, there are a large number of spars of various shapes, carefully forged enchanted weapons, and offensive scrolls that should be stored strategically.

The three coal balls were indifferent to these treasures, and immediately turned their attention to the bookshelf.

It is obvious that someone cleans the place frequently, the bookshelves are clean and fresh, and there is no eye-catching dust on the shelves and books.

Sera took out a book and flipped it lightly. The age of the book on the page made her feel as if she had passed away. Most of the school knowledge that can be included here by the Son of Frost has a history of more than 200 to 300 years.

The Son of Frost has classified the books and scrolls according to the age, so it is not difficult for the three coal balls to know when the last piece of knowledge was sent in—two hundred and thirty-one years ago.

In the past two hundred and thirty-one years, the Son of Frost has made no new breakthroughs and progress.

According to the difficulty of learning, Lu Yu found the seventh-level magic that Son of Frost thought was the most difficult to learn. It had a very simple name, [Rapid Freeze].

This is a method that can instantly reduce the temperature of the victim's surroundings in a large area, cast spells concealed, and consume far less than most magic.

Considering that Lector used the simplest ice cone to condense when he attacked them just now, and did not choose to use the more intimidating and destructive [Rapid Freeze], Lu Yu guessed that this high-level frost formed 270 years ago Magic, not many people among the Frost Children can master it proficiently, even the current chief magician.

This is one of the few high-level magic that Sera and Lulu feel is necessary to learn and improve. As for the rest of the treasury, those high-level magic knowledge that was once the envy of countless magicians, after some screening, they were finally selected by the three. The briquettes were thrown aside in disgust.

Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

As time goes by, the treasures of the past have become waste paper today.

With the emergence of more excellent improved magic, the only remaining value of the knowledge that is high on the bookshelf is to let the magician who read it understand what kind of thinking people in the previous era were studying. magic.

The three briquettes were mentally prepared before the visit, but they didn't seem too disappointed. They opened a mouthful of treasure chests to check if there were any treasures worth taking away, and finally found a fist-sized broken magic stone, which was better than nothing.

Taking away a few inspiring high-level magic books, and destroying all the defensive magic circles inside, and only returning the huge boulder that can cover it, the three briquettes took these harvests and entered the green shade again at night collar.

In the tavern room of a city-state that he had agreed with Mi Lai, Lu Yu waited for the cautious knock on the door.

"Guest, do you want to buy information about aquatic products?"

"I like rare aquatic products, what can you provide?"

"sea bass."

The tentacles under the three-ball robe gently twisted the doorknob. Outside the door was also wearing a robe. The hooded girl glanced around vigilantly before entering the room.

The hooded girl first knelt down on one knee, then lowered her head and asked neither humble nor overbearing: "Before I came, my lord told me that the current Lord Lord has a very strange appearance and cannot be disguised. Please forgive me for being rude. To be on the safe side, I hope to see the Lord Lord." Rong."

Three coal balls were very satisfied with Zishu's performance in the chat room. They were cautious and vigilant enough. Mi Lai had a good eye, which gave her a good seed for intelligence work.

The robe fell, and in order not to be too abrupt, Zishu raised his head little by little.

She didn't see her legs... she didn't see her body... Several tentacles stretched out from the black mist and pressed on her shoulders.

The purple mouse let the three briquettes help him up in a daze, his big eyes gleamed with great confusion.

"That's right, even the concentration is pretty good, and we haven't been scared by our appearance. Your name is Zishu, right? We appreciate you very much." Lu Yu praised.

Sera also praised: "Mile is also considered the elite of the Theocracy, she feels full of peace of mind in her job, she said before that she recruited a siren half-blood, with some flaws, she doubts that she can't be qualified for the job of the leader of the dawn, now it seems that the half-blood flaw It's not a big problem."

"Three lords in one."

Before setting off, Mi Lai told Zishu this, but after actually seeing it, she realized what one body is... This is actually one body in the literal sense!

Purple Mouse is not strong in concentration. Her brain went blank the moment she witnessed the honor of the three lords. From her childhood memories to working for Lord Mi Lai, she even thought about the origin of magic in a daze...

"You must not show your timidity before the praise of the three adults."

Zishu regained his composure, and immediately responded proudly: "I am willing to serve the three lords."

Lu Yu handed over the loot obtained from the Son of Frost to Zishu, and ordered: "Take it back to Mi Lai, and let her find a way to send those crystals to Chenxi. Hearing the news that [Children of Frost] under the elemental magic school was attacked and suffered heavy losses, at that time, please leak this map and this knowledge inadvertently."

"I still need you to make up two stories. One is the story about Sarah, the pioneer of the undead, who studies the magic of changing the body of the spirit, and has already initially possessed the function of switching between different bodies for short-term activities in the experiment. The other is the story about the attack on [Children of Frost] 'Probably' is Sarah, the masterpiece of her experiments with new magic and new bodies."

"As for how to make it known to everyone, I don't think I need to teach you."

Purple Mouse responded repeatedly, she packed up the spoils and was about to leave.

"I know you've been looking forward to having a good medicine to cure the sea monster's discomfort when going ashore. Mi Lai can't give you this promise, but I can..."

Lulu switched online: "I can make the potion you need."

"Once the situation ahead changes, both of you and Mi Lai can return to the Dawn Territory. This is our promise to you."

Zishu, who had suddenly received permission, was stunned for a moment, then knelt down again to express his thanks.

In the process of following Mi Lai, Purple Mouse has a preliminary understanding of the Chen Xi she works for. For her who can only drift like rootless duckweed in Meera, there is a place that can shelter from wind and rain, and avoid natural disasters and man-made disasters. It's almost like a dream.

"My lord, please rest assured that Red Mouse and I will do our best to complete every mission and never disappoint your expectations."

Seeing Zishu stepping on the wind and leaving tremblingly, the three coal balls murmured puzzled in the chat room.

"The kid seems overjoyed... Is the promise we made really that powerful?"

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The chief was killed, and the magicians of the entire school suffered heavy casualties. Not even a single person who knew the treasure location could be found.

This is something that wants to be concealed but cannot be concealed. The surviving magician who urgently needs to find a new school for asylum described everything that happened that night in detail.

The weird magician, the shadows that envelop the magicians one by one, the ground and morning glory that devour flesh and blood in the shadows, no school can identify the type of magic used by this magician, even the schools that are proficient in dark magic are at a loss. And became interested in the power that can subdue dozens of people in an instant.

Just when the school was still listing suspects, a piece of news from the people made them shiver.

In a bustling tavern in the orthodox Solon territory, a dusty adventurer chatted with his companions as soon as he sat down.

"You have heard that the leader of the Black Corpse Society, Sarah, who claims to be the pioneer of the undead, is the one who attacked the Son of Frost."

"Where did you get the news?"

"When the spoils collected from the monster camp were sold just now, the merchant and I said in a chat that it is said that people near the Keweier Mountain Range have been dispatched one after another, and they may have been beaten to death by now."

The tavern fell silent instantly, and someone hurriedly asked, "What does this have to do with what you said before?"

"Hey, you are out of information." Even though he just found out, the person who spoke still smiled, "Sarah, the herald of the undead, is here to kill people, so I don't think much of their treasure house, so the treasure house The objects are almost intact."

"The people who knew the treasure house in the Son of Frost just happened to be killed, so the survivors of the school also knew the treasure place. No, the people who went to grab the books and treasures probably already fought with them."

Hearing this, many people in the tavern rose up after hearing the sound, and left after paying their bills.

"Maybe you won't even be able to drink the soup now, you really don't know the so-called guy."

The talking adventurer muttered, but saw a lady with fair skin like snow sitting in the vacant seat in front of him.

Looking at her beautiful face, the spirit of the adventurer was lifted.

"I want to ask, how can you be sure that it was Sarah, the herald of the undead?" the lady asked softly.

The adventurer smiled and hurriedly explained: "It is said that the guy who killed the chief magician of the Son of Frost was a monster who was proficient in dark magic and could even manipulate dark vines like spirits in the dark to eat people. It feels very eerie and acts very sinister."

"Now Meera can easily control the spirit body, and the person with such strange power is the pioneer Sarah of the Black Corpse Society that no one has ever seen."

"Stitching flesh and blood, treating human life as worthless, and leading the undead to slaughter everywhere, except for monsters, beasts, and lunatics like her with twisted minds, everyone can't think of anyone else who can use such magic."

Smiling to say thank you, the woman got up and left.

The adventurer looked at her graceful figure, and refused to look away for a long time: "It would be great if it wasn't for the white skin of thirsty blood... I really can't appreciate it."

The adventurer didn't realize that he had just had a brush with death, and the monsters, beasts, lunatics, and dehumanized guys he said were close at hand.

Sarah once again shrouded herself under the robe. Although she was able to ignore the strange gazes of everyone after mastering the power, she was still used to placing herself in the dark.

Even she herself felt that she was not suitable for walking in the sun.

"Interesting, is this calling me from the air?"

Almost in an instant, Sarah guessed the real culprit who committed the massacre in the Frost Son workshop.

"Calballs...what are you trying to do?" Sarah murmured, "Are you simply making enemies for me...but haven't I already declared war on the school?"

Since the battle with the three coal balls, Sarah has left the Black Corpse Society's large force and entered the densely populated city-state activities near the "dead zone". She simply used the communication circle to issue the necessary instructions to the Black Corpse Society and convey the latest news The progress of magic, other than that, depends entirely on the Black Corpse itself.

Sarah is afraid of briquettes. Summons that can steal the control of spirit bodies and even master necromantic magic appear in the form of "hatching". This is completely different from the summoning she knows. name.

The battle between the pioneers made Sarah have to think about the real purpose of the briquettes tracking her. She never believed that it was for the so-called sense of justice. At least the female voice who said that sentence was not its main character. The male voice who kept speaking was undoubtedly Indifferent and cruel.

After hearing that the briquettes had killed a large number of school magicians without hesitation, he believed in his own judgment even more.

"He from another land is taking what he needs from the chaos of Meera."

"I was just one of the targets of his actions."

A genre, what is the pursuit of the pioneers recognized by "His"?

Sarah couldn't figure it out, and whenever her thoughts got stuck, she would always look at the sky with melancholy, thinking of the moment when the cooperation was initiated.

"If we can cooperate..."

Sarah sighed lightly, no longer dwelling on the past, and a short thought allowed her to sort out the current situation.

Disintegrating the school and replacing it is what she longed for. Now the briquettes sprinkle the flames on the school, attracting onlookers who are eager to try to "take chestnuts from the fire"...

"Although I don't know what you want to do, I like your approach very much."

Sarah walked into the local adventurer's guild and bought information about a school workshop from a magician with a heavy bag of silver coins.

"It's so sad that you are suppressed by those two female personalities. Even if you kill someone, you still have so many people left alive. Obviously, the person responsible for telling the story only needs to leave one... School magician, no one is in vain! "