The Rise of the Cemetery

The smooth sailing along the way made Kalsas arrogant. For such an important magic ritual, there is no masking spell arranged in advance, it is no wonder that it will be perceived by the old wizard To the fluctuation of mana, and then tracked his whereabouts.

"Since you know my identity, why didn't you notify those wizard partners, but called me here so hard?" Kalsas finally asked the biggest question in his mind.

"Sorcerer's partner? Haha ..." The old wizard seemed to hear the most funny joke, and even laughed back and forth: "To be honest, my identity is not nobler than your intruder status. Those guys heard me I'm afraid the name will scramble to grab my head and burn my research. Are they my partner? ... "

Calthas took a sip of water and gave his hands silently.

I see, I really understand. It turns out that the old wizard in front of him is a heresy that can appear in every plane!

In fact, the so-called heretics are imposed by the ruling class occupying the main body of the plane world. More accurately, they should be called free researchers or crazy scholars.

Seriously speaking, in fact, they are the scholars who truly believe in "knowledge is everything". They may not attach importance to the training of various spell-casting skills or the gathering of extraordinary powers, but instead hold the greatest interest in the source of the power that caused them.

So in the kingdom of God, they are heretics, heretics, and even more abominable guys than the unbelievers, and on the mainland of Klein, they have another name, Arcanist.

Arcane scholars are dedicated to elevating the study of magic to the level of a discipline. They are not interested in developing new spells and digging for special uses of spells, but strive to understand the basic process of spell formation and the working principle of spell models , And these are the foundation of all magical constructions.

According to legend, the reason why the arcane empire can produce so many magical items that cross the limits of posterity is related to the emergence of a large number of arcane scholars. In the early days of the Arcane Empire, it was really an era of turbulent innovation!

I learned this part of the information from the Arcane Empire data compiled by the cemetery's master, and Calthas instantly understood the situation of the old wizard. As rare prophets and foresights in this plane, the existence of these guys is to pry the foot of the deity, and of course will be excluded and beaten by all believers.

I have to say that the wizard **** is very forgiving, and he can tolerate such a pagan calm old death! Putting it in other kingdoms of God probably burned all the pagans to death.

Somehow, the same situation actually resonated with creatures from two different planes. As a result, the two spellcasters who found a common language came together happily and began to exchange topics and knowledge of their own interest.

Although the old wizard came from a second-class main plane, the in-depth study of the primitive source of witchcraft for hundreds of years still gave him a deeper understanding of magic and dialysis the basic principles. As an expert in super-magic skills, witchcraft performed by the old wizard is more powerful than the equivalent caster, lasts longer, and can be cast more quickly. Therefore, in this kind of communication, Kalsas has made great progress in super magic skills.

Only one night of communication, so that Kalsas got the promotion of magic analysis. And his contribution is only the plane geometry theory and advanced magic mathematics common in Klein mainland. For this kind of magic theory that only knows but does not know why, out of respect for the old wizard, Kalsas still meticulously explained and analyzed in detail, and combined with his own personal experience obtained from multiple planes. The basic principles of plane structure are discussed.

These precious Klein plane knowledge systems have been ahead of the wizarding world for thousands of years. It is reasonable that it should not be so easily imparted to this potential enemy who is so ordinary. Can perceive the flame of life before the wind in the old wizard, even a selfish and self-interested utilitarian, such as Kalsas, rarely gave up any selfish thoughts, gave it to himself, and pressed himself to the bottom of the box. The magical knowledge and ideas are fully explained.

The seriousness of speaking and the piety of listening are like a pair of evangelists and apprentices. The two people kept asking questions and answering questions, and they completely outlined the foundation of the material plane in this old and shabby wooden house. Architecture model and operation principle.

Both were immersed in this kind of evangelistic fanaticism, ignoring the passage of time. When the eastern horizon faded, Calthas stopped the eloquent preaching, and his complex gaze was motionless, like the old wizard who was lost in thought, silent for a long time ...

At the moment just now, the old wizard who had been supporting for one night finally came to the end of life, and on the eve of dawn, he passed away peacefully.

Karthas reached out and gently closed the old wizard's eyes. At this moment, this murderous countless dragon lich, regarded by the world as a mortal demon, even began to tremble.

For the first time, and perhaps the only one in this life, he had some kind of respect and recognition for this fragile short-lived species. Compared with the wanton squandering of life by Changsheng species, this short-lived life bloom is more splendid and vivid, and it also has a long aftertaste.

Kalsas quietly left the old wizard's retreat, without moving the book or paper inside. Even when leaving, he pulled the broken wooden door respectfully. In his heart, he may also wish that when the next visitor pushed open the wooden door, he would be able to find the most precious treasure in this plane-knowledge!

On the morning of the same day, Kalsas left Fenglin Town in a horse-drawn carriage, away from the place where he remembered in a sparkling sound.

Next stop, Krithenburg.

...

It's already clear.

All kinds of noisy sounds were heard again outside the thatched house, and among them, the more pungent noise was the loud noise of Xiao Enmir slamming through the gate.

Young Enmir is only 11 years old this year, but he is also strong and strong, almost as tall and burly as an adult. Every morning in the morning, he will wake up the residents with this kind of mischievous rough action.

"Hurry up ... you come out quickly. Damn wild girl, don't you go to fetch water to cook, do you want to starve me?"

If he was n’t afraid of being suffocated by the suffocating scent of the hut, he would have rushed in and dragged the lazy "cousin" out and beat him up. Even if Sera smeared more dust on her face, the shapely slim figure still made Xiao Enmier salivate. If it were n’t for the **** dad who had been talking about not allowing women to play before 12 years old, I ’m afraid Xiao En Mier could not help but start.

"I'll be 12 years old in another year. At that time, I can just ..." Xiao Enmir's rough face full of horizontal meat flashed the peculiar evil of the coloring wolf: "But you must wash her well before playing Take a bath ... by the way, I still have to find a way to kill the nasty little John. He always seems to secretly come to this Sarah, and he can't let him spoil his good things! "

The thatched house shook violently, and in the creaky and bitter sound, it seemed that it would suddenly fall over at the next moment.

Serra ’s consciousness wafted in a noisy and terrifying world, where there were voices of all things eating, and there was a strange and inexplicable power surging inside his body. Tiny horror life. Yes, these tiny creatures are the most feared to Serra!

During the magic ritual last night, Sylla had lost consciousness, but her inherent tenacity and the natural awe of the life race to destroy the species all made her retain some vague memories of the strangeness of the second half of the ceremony.

So, she understood that she had some bad things in her body. But what those things are, she does not know!

The dust storm caused by the violent shaking of the hut caused Sella to cough violently. Suddenly, she sat up from the damp and cold ground and screamed loudly with her hand on her forehead.

Hearing the movements inside, Xiao Enmier's movements became more and more violent, and the broken gate had been tilted inward seriously, revealing the figure of Serra sitting in the hut.

"Damn stinky woman, hurry to pick up the water to cook, and if I can't eat the steamy breakfast after a quarter of an hour, you will wait for the whip!"

After waving his fists and intimidating him, Xiao Enmir turned back to the hut with satisfaction, leaving only the poor Sara who had just broken away from the world of terror.

After hesitating for a moment, Serra barely stood up, supporting the ground.

Just now I was convinced that the undoubted midnight nightmare was defeated by the ruthless reality in an instant, and Sarah soon regarded it as a nightmare, throwing her head away.

Indiscriminately grabbing a few unhulled oats in a cloth pocket and swallowing it madly, Sarah shook her thin body out of the hut.

Before the sky was full, Sylla finally picked up the huge water tank and began to cook breakfast for the family of Nestle. Although guarding the full bread, sausages and bacon, she could not taste half a bite. Even with such hard work, it is still difficult to satisfy some people. Therefore, when the aunt with a big face and a thick waistline like a water tank stepped on the ground and stepped on the ground with a heavy footstep, she rushed to her side and shivered.

It's just strange that today's beatings are much softer than before. The fists and sticks that fell behind the shoulders were not as painful as expected, and even caused the illusion of Serra, and looked up in amazement at the violent aunt.

It was this glance that triggered Aunt Ankna's more violent anger. Of course, her son and her husband could not conceal her, and for the sake of defending her family status, she wished to kill the eye-catching goods that should have gone with her father earlier.

A rough wooden stick with a lot of burrs hugged Sela's forehead, and the winding bloodline instantly ran down Qingli's face. The collapsed blood flower even splashed into the large mouth of Aunt Ankna's blood basin, causing him to spit and vomit several times.

Sela seemed to have been beaten and blinded, still looking around in confusion and languidness, reaching for a touch of dark red blood, and looking at it strangely in front of her eyes.

No more pain, really no pain.

In her confused perception, the sensation of pain is rapidly fading away, replaced by a burning hunger. Even watching Aunt Ankna's thick arms waving in front of her eyes, she had the urge to take a bite.

What is wrong with me?

Sela thought helpless and confused!