Twenty Sided Dice

The hag's body continued to burn until it became a pile of black debris. Siegel drew stardust out of it and kicked away the stinking debris. A green heart the size of a plum was curled up in the debris, trembling slightly.

This is the hag's second heart, which can withstand a magical attack when she is dying, so that it can be preserved. After a while, it becomes unremarkable like a rotten pit. It will go under the soil with the rain, and then slowly accumulate the power of resurrection. Some unwary adventurer will miss this thing and let the hag escape.

If other hags find this kind of heart, they will eat it without hesitation, and then gain stronger magic power. Some wizards also collect this heart to research or cast spell immunity spells. This thing can't be purchased in the ordinary spell material market at all, but it is secretly circulated among spell casters.

Siegel didn't want the stuff, so he corroded it with acid. A stream of black smoke came out of the shriveled heart, marking the complete elimination of a ghost hag.

The Stardust was hot to the touch, so Siegel pulled it back into his scabbard. He walked down the mountain slowly, holding the defensive staff again in his hand.

Losing the howls of the fiends and werewolves on the mountain, the herd began to question their actions. They stopped and sniffed around, wondering why they had left their territory. Surrounded by unfriendly predators, they threatened and intimidated each other, with claws, calls, body odors, and some impatient ones had already started fighting - in short, the pressure of Evan and Amon reduced a lot.

The dog demon turned into a human, looking only in his twenties, an ordinary farmer or groom, the most inconspicuous guy thrown into the village. He remained motionless under the spell. Think hard about how to get rid of the "black flame" threat.

Siegel decapitated him with an obsidian dagger.

Losing the support of the transformation spell, the human head turned back into a dog demon, a vicious face with fangs and black fur. Siegel summoned the invisible servant to hold the head. Then he went to the werewolf.

A werewolf is a lycanthropy, just like a werewolf, bear or fox. But werewolves like teamwork. Therefore, it can form a certain social system, so it is more united and stronger than other lycanthropy groups. They planned to lurk into ordinary human society, carefully avoiding priests, and acquiring—or plundering—various resources.

The number of priests in the New World is too small, so it has become a paradise for many lycanthropes. It is even possible that the lycanthropes of the Old World have come to settle here one after another. Siegel even speculated that the nameless village where they were staying might be inhabited by lycanthropes.

If the lycanthrope passed in front of him, with his sensitivity to magic and the elements, Siegel wouldn't miss it. But he has not seen everyone in the village, and this ability cannot rule out all suspicions. While hunting for eggs, Siegel had a weird feeling that something was wrong in the village. Looking back now, he realized that there was not a single dog in the village!

While it's inappropriate to say that, priests, wizards, and dogs can identify lycanthropes. Now Siegel can only hope that the three men in the village are strong enough to defend themselves.

Maybe not to worry, Siegel thought, after all Naria was a mage too. From her attire and dressing, she should be a trainee mage of the Mage Federation. Because of the Elven Wars and the various accidents of the Federation, she has reached the standard of a full-fledged mage. But it is very likely that she has not been promoted to the title, so she did not have a seat at the federation meeting. Judging from the magic fluctuations, Naria should be able to cast fireballs and lightning. These two have already formed enough damage to the lycanthrope.

Would you like to torture some intelligence from the werewolf? Siegel thought about it and rejected the plan. He reaps another life with the obsidian dagger, then sweeps the scene, recovering the elemental rune core and removing traces of the spell.

As for the clay golem, there is no good way to deal with it. The effect of hitting it with a spell is minimal, and the risk of fighting it with a weapon is too high. Fortunately, after the hag died, it could not receive any new orders, and could only stand there blankly. like a statue. Even when Siegel removed the illusion, it remained motionless.

Just let it be a sculpture here. No repairs and maintenance. Clay golems are slowly eroded by wind, frost, snow and rain, rendering them incapacitated. If there is enough time. A wizard proficient in golem-making—such as Siegel—can break its control spell and become the golem's new master. But time is never enough, as always.

Siegel carried the heads of the dog demon and the werewolf, lit the shoulder armor, and continued to run towards Evan and Amon.

There were more than fifty wolves and some werewolf corpses scattered on both sides of the avenue, like sea fish that were carried to the sky by a tornado and then fell down. There was a "wolf" at the scene, black blood stuck to the ground like glue, no matter where you stepped on it, it would make a crackling sound.

"Diamond" was covered in blood, but apart from the shortened tail and two tooth marks on his butt, there was no serious problem. Emmon's arm was injured, and Evan was carefully bandaging her. Both of them were covered in blood, and the white air from their mouths was mixed together and blown away by the cold wind in the middle of the night.

Siegel paced from the avenue like a walking beacon. The two saw him from a distance, looked at each other and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Siegel turned off the light on his shoulder armor and stood opposite the two **** guys. "What kind of trouble did you get into, attracting dog demons and werewolves to attack?"

"We saw the werewolf, where did the dog demon come from?" Evan took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and was about to wipe his face. After a pause, he handed it to Amon. The latter said thank you, took it, and wiped it **** his face.

Siegel showed the head of the dog demon, and then said, "I saw them calling for the herd on the hillside, so I went and killed them first."

"No wonder the wolves started to retreat just now." Evan looked at the dog demon's head carefully, and stretched out his hand in front of Siegel, "What weapon did you use, you cut it very neatly!"

Siegel slapped his palm: "Okay, let's hit the road, Yao En and the others are still waiting in the village."

"Stingy!" Evan said with a smile, and then patted the horse's neck: "Get up, diamonds, come to my shoulders."

As soon as Diamond turned over, his three legs stood firmly on the ground, and he took two steps to indicate that he could walk. Siegel said to it: "There may not be someone carrying you away in the future."

The brown horse stopped and looked at Evan again with expectant eyes. "His Majesty the King" laughed and put his two front legs on his shoulders again.

However, Aemon stopped the two of them: "You just left? There are so many wolf corpses here, and the wolf skin can be sold for a lot of money, so why don't you just leave it like this?"

"Aren't you worried about Naria? The three best players are outside, and the three of them are still in the village. It seems that only Anomen's martial arts are not bad." Siegel said: "And they are still there. Worry about us, so go back early."

"You're right," Emmon pouted, "I just feel a little pity. Forget it, I won't pick up the stone bullets anymore. I'll buy some in the big town."

After she finished speaking, she held the stick behind her and walked in front of the three.

Stepping on the **** battlefield, everything else is safe. A stray black bear met them unexpectedly, but just sniffed the smell and ran away. "Naria will definitely not let me hug." Imon said rather sadly.

"I don't mind." Evan replied with a smile, then got a stick on the head.

When they got back to the village, they saw three other people waiting at the entrance of the village, but they didn't see any fortifications. This village without even a fence is so swaggeringly located on the side of the road, not guarding against the dangers of the outside world. Anomen was also quite surprised by this situation, especially when they woke up the villagers and informed them that the herd might attack, and everyone looked at them with an idiot-looking expression.

"We can only build some obstacles near the firewood room, which can reduce the risk of being besieged, better than nothing." The dwarf pushed his glasses and stared at the head hanging on Siegel's belt: "Jie, this is what you killed. The dog demon and the great werewolf?"

"Yes. And I don't think there's more than one lycanthropy werewolf."

"I feel the same way too." Yao En nodded: "I think it's better for two people to be on duty tonight."

"Who's going to boil some hot water for me, I need to clean it up." Emmon said with a smile, "Baby Naria, is the soap with you?"

Evan looked at the stains on his body and kept gesturing to Siegel with his eyes.

"Go find Aemon with the soap." Siegel said, "You don't have to worry about the vigil, the four of us are enough."

Evan lowered his voice and said: "I will maintain the breastplate and full body armor, but I will not deal with the stains on the leather."

"Learn." Siegel answered decisively.

Arnomen fetched buckets from the woodshed and went to the well to draw water, and Siegel noticed peeping eyes peeking through the windows and cracks in the doors of several houses. They seemed to be looking at the group's condition, wondering what their attitude would be at dawn~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Siegel moved a stone and sat down at the door of the woodshed. He took off the long sword behind his back and began to wipe it in front of the crowd. The sound of brushing and brushing spread throughout the village with his movements, some eyes behind the door seals were hidden, and false snoring came from the house one after another.

"I checked, and neither of them was infected with lycanthropy. The horse was only slightly injured, which is a miracle." Arnomen came to Siegel and looked at the long sword in his hand with curiosity. "Your sword is very interesting, why didn't you open the front?"

"No need." Siegel raised his long sword with one hand and slashed on the stone slab at the door. The power from the Sharp Edge Wrap made this slash like a blade, easily destroying the slate, leaving neat cuts.

"Good weapon," Anomen said, "should be able to deter the remaining lycanthropes."

Siegel glanced at him, the priest of the earth **** didn't look stupid at all, and nodded. With the help of such a priest, the ability level of this squad is still good.

All prying eyes in the village disappeared, and everyone had to "sleep" under Siegel's scrutiny. (To be continued.)(www..)