Broad World

After a few hours, the sky gradually dimmed. With only half of his body left, Tylan Tier finally barely opened his eyes, and bursts of pain irritated every nerve. But all he was thinking about were the children in the castle, and he didn't even think about his injuries.

As the saying goes, good fortune is unparalleled, and misfortune never comes singly. Losing the lower body is miserable enough, but what's even worse is that the spellbook and the spellcasting kit are also gone. For a mage, losing them is equivalent to losing the ability to cast spells. Now there is no second choice except for climbing forward little by little.

"I must hold on! Tell Henry the news as soon as possible." Tyrantil gritted his teeth and resisted the pain, cheering himself up over and over again. He knew that the castle must have fallen now, and the opponent's powerful and strange attack methods could not be dealt with by a mere tower spirit and golem at all.

In this way, relying on tenacious willpower, this old mage was stunned to return to the high fence that had already opened the door before dawn. Looking at the messy hall, the last glimmer of illusion was also disillusioned. After he glanced at the line of characters on the wall, he spouted a violent blood and fell into a coma again.

I saw it written in common language above: "Your son is in my hands. If you don't want him to be tortured to death, hurry up to Uster Nazareth. The person who hates you most-Chasma."

There is no doubt that this guy who has been completely distorted in his heart intends to torture Allen brutally. This is also how an old mage who dotes on his disciples accepts it. Coupled with the serious injury, it can be described as a double blow to the spirit and the **, if it is not treated in time. It's not uncommon even if you die.

Inside the broken hall. Tyrantil just lay on the ground quietly. Surrounded by mutilated golems and summoned monster guard corpses. Taring Freeman used the little bit of energy remaining in the element pool to heal him. Although he was still far from being cured, he finally saved his life temporarily.

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Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Henry, who was far away in Ascatla, didn't know that such a huge change had occurred in the north, and he was busy preparing to enter the dimensional sphere. He looked at the tightly bound Varig Kosala, and smiled apologetically: "I'm really sorry, I can only invite you in this rude way. Don't worry, I have nothing to do with you. What malice, just want to enter the dimensional sphere of the ghetto."

"Hmph! You greedy mages are all virtuous. I swear to the sky. I will never let you take me to that **** giant ball alive!" Varrig struggled desperately to stand up, looking extremely excited. It can be seen that he is quite resistant to the dimensional sphere, and can even be said to be afraid.

Henry smiled and shook his head and comforted: "Calm down, friend. I didn't say that I must take you there in person. I only need a small bottle of blood. Of course, you must donate it voluntarily. And I promise you can avoid it. The hunt for the masked mage, whether it's going to the north or the south. Pick whatever you want."

He didn't want to worry about the trouble of the Kosala family at all. What he was really interested in was the dimensional sphere itself. A vehicle that can travel freely on all planes. At the same time, it also integrates all the functions of the mage tower, what a perfect creation, it is hard to imagine that it was made by a mage who has not crossed the threshold of legend.

This is also the reason why the Masked Mage Guild is in hot pursuit. The technology contained in the Dimensional Sphere is quite advanced, involving plane transmission, energy conversion, precise positioning, crystal wall crossing, etc., which is an irresistible temptation for any spellcaster. Especially the Crystal Wall, since the demise of the Imasca Empire, this kind of technology that even the gods coveted disappeared in the long river of history and never appeared again.

Henry remembered clearly that in the game, several people claiming to be the Knights of Solania appeared in the Dimensional Sphere. They come from a place called Klein (the world background of the Dragon Gun series novels), which means that the Dimensional Sphere has been to Klein, and there is no doubt that it has the ability to teleport across the crystal wall.

Hearing that he didn't need to get close to the sphere, Varig calmed a bit, but his eyes were still full of alert. After a few minutes, he asked helplessly: "Why? Why do you all want to get close to the **** sphere, is it to plunder the magical treasures of my terrible ancestors?"

"No, on the contrary, what I am interested in is not the magic treasure, but the value and technology contained in the sphere itself. You will not understand that for a mage dedicated to revealing the truth, its existence is simply a Miracle. Also, don't just put the word terrible on your ancestor, because he is a true genius." Henry made no secret of his admiration for the maker of the dimensional sphere.

No matter what, this man has done many things that legendary spellcasters would never even think of. Carrying on endless interplanetary travels and exploring those unknown worlds, his courage and spirit are absolutely worthy of admiration for everyone.

"If my ancestors heard the praise of a legendary spellcaster like you, they would be very happy." Varrig said with a wry smile. After he listened to these words, the hostility and guard on his face diminished a lot.

After all, what Henry pursued was knowledge and technology, much better than those masked mages who only wanted to plunder treasure. What's more, his own reputation is also quite good, especially in the last two days, the council has announced that the blind eye cult and the meritorious personnel of the base of the heart-removing demon have been listed. The name of the "dragon rider" has been spread with the caravan. The whole Amn.

Henry smiled modestly and asked: "So you are willing to accept my terms?"

"Do I have a choice? Among all the people who want to enter the dimensional sphere, you have the best conditions. The **** of the masked mages don't even care about my life or death, just want to see if it will be possible. Something interesting happened." When it came to the masked mage, Varrig's face showed a hint of resentment. Obviously, he was full of hostility towards the hunt for the masked mage.

"I don’t want to say much about the masked mage. After all, they have monopolized Amn’s magical resources for too long. It is inevitable that there will be some changes in attitudes and perceptions. Now let’s talk about your ancestor. I am very familiar with his deeds. Interested.” Henry gave a wink at Robert who was beside him, who did not hesitate to take out a dagger and cut the tied rope.

After loosening the tie, Varrig moved his somewhat sore arms and neck slightly, sighed and said, "Okay. But I don't know much. Five hundred years ago, a talented man appeared in the Kosala family. Necromancer, his name is Lavok. He built that sphere that could travel through various worlds when he was about forty years old, and then mysteriously disappeared five hundred years ago."

"Lavoker? What a good name. As far as I know, the wizard king of Netheril was also called this name. But I also want to know why you are so afraid of your ancestors?" Henry asked curiously. . Generally speaking, most people in Faerun are proud of owning or having a powerful elder.

But Varrigg obviously is not like that. Rather than saying that he was afraid of the dimensional sphere, he was actually afraid of this ancestor called Lavok. For a nobleman, this is quite incredible.

Varig sighed deeply and explained: "Because I am the last member of the Kosala family, it is of great significance to Lavok. Although some unknown life extension magic is used, his life is still inevitable. To avoid this situation, finding a descendant with his own blood and occupying the opponent’s body is the only solution. This is why the Kosala family has an extraordinary magical talent for generations, because the ancestors need one. A perfect body carries one's will."

Henry nodded thoughtfully. Obviously, Lavok didn't understand the transformation ritual of the lich, of course, it was also possible that he was unwilling to transform into an undead creature. However, the matter of occupying the body should be purely speculation. In the game, Lawalk just wanted to take another look at the sky of his hometown before temporarily. Such a homesick person could not be so bad at all.

However, exploring the dimensional sphere is indeed more dangerous, especially when there is a period of time that needs to hunt for the heart of a powerful demon in the abyss. The game did not specifically mention how many levels of the abyss there is. If it is close to the top, it is okay. Once it is too deep, it means that the magic net is extremely unstable, so that both magic and divine art will produce some unpredictable changes.

Maybe a small zero-level "lighting spell" will become a seventh-level magic "delayed bursting fireball" after the spell is successfully cast. The seventh-level magic "finger of death" may not even kill a bug. In this extremely uncertain situation, only the sword in hand is the real reliable power.

After a simple negotiation ~www.ltnovel.com~ Henry completed the transaction with Varig. One of them got the blood needed to open the door to the dimensional sphere, and the other got a ticket to the north. After tonight, the last member of the Kosala family will completely disappear in Amn.

For Varrig, being able to escape this place of right and wrong is undoubtedly the most ideal choice. He longs for a peaceful life, that kind of carefree, every day without worrying about someone coming to him suddenly. Although it's a little sad to leave hometown, as long as you can avoid the masked mage, it's easy to say.

After the outsiders left, Henry looked at Robert, who was radiant and looked at him, and asked, "How do you feel after taking the medicine? Do you realize that you are completely different from before?"

"Yes, Master. The blood in my body has been fully activated, and I can turn into an adult golden dragon at any time. And I feel energetic recently, and I don't even have a trace of sleepiness. What kind of potion is that, it is so magical?" Robert All the doubts in his heart were said in one breath.

He also discovered that when he was exercising with Anishia "violently", his physical strength was like endless, and he almost made this (swaying) woman alive and well. You know, I did it for more than three hours that day, and I really almost died. (To be continued...) ()