Black Scepter Chapter 81: “Harvester” and the little girl

If interpreted according to the “illusions” that Morpheus has always understood, then these “fantasies” are false and untouchable, and everything just seen by Morpheus-including storms or blizzards or the vibrations of the ground and Tianlei, however, are really affecting the existence of their senses. []

He can feel the coldness of the rain hitting his face, the tingling when the dust blows through, and the suffocation of the volcanic ash-but when he was convinced that these things were false with a very firm willpower in his heart , There will be no previous feelings.

"A wide range of spells can make enemies face their unbearable fears. Before the Augustus attacked those enemies, this kind of torture could have made people with unwilling will fare."

Prince Ozra saw that Morpheus had just blinked and overcame the influence of the illusion. There was something wrong in his heart-to be honest, he was almost scared to sit on the ground when he saw these for the first time, but he finally came to his eyes The person is the envoy of Byzantine, the prince does not have such a big revenge to humiliate Morpheus.

"It's very realistic, but I want to know how it works."

Morpheus looked up curiously at the sky above his head. After the mage withdrew the spell, the things he had just seen disappeared completely. Morpheus sniffed. The smell of sulfur and tsunami from the previous volcanic eruption The sea smell of the pavement and the dust smell of the sandstorm also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"Mage of Byzantine--Magician, is that what it is called?" Prince Ozra does not seem to be familiar with Byzantine's spell system. "Unlike the magician, the magicians of the Augustus royal family do not use those spells. ...Such as the explosive attack of your dragon."

Morpheus understands that this is a spell different from the traditional elemental system. He nodded, but remembered the spell released by the mage when he was sneak attacked outside the mission's station-a low level but he can make himself a move. There are not many skills, Morpheus asks: "Then this spell is mainly to attack people's hearts?"

"Sure enough, it is the strongest warrior, and I came to the idea in one sentence."

His Royal Highness pointed to the grassy road not far away: "If a team of soldiers is attacking from the front, as long as a spell, they will see that the oncoming army is no longer the army that originally engaged them, but Overwhelming fire or landslides, enemies whose morale collapses will naturally not have any resistance. Our warlocks will make all enemies shudder. Perhaps you think these warlocks are not as powerful as magicians, but in fact they are not This is the case."

After finishing this sentence, he pointed to the haystack on the grass as a target, and when the warlock raised his hand, a ray of light shone directly on the haystack, blowing it up into the sky. Debris.

And this is just the beginning. The grassy straw didn’t fall as slowly as Morpheus imagined, but in the next ray of light it became a sharp needle-like pattern, and it shived toward the ground. ——After the sound of “boom”, Morpheus noticed that the straws made up an inexplicable pattern.

"French circle?"

As soon as his words fell, he saw that this pattern was another white light rising from the sky, and he was rushing into the sky, with a terrifying momentum!

"If there is anything above this light, it will undoubtedly turn into ashes."

After the words of Prince Ozra finished, he looked at Morpheus with pride, thinking that boy, no matter how powerful your elemental spell is, how powerful you are, haven’t you seen anything similar?

He talked eloquently: "Mentu is the royal chief warlock of the August Empire. If it is ranked, it should be three levels higher than the "big Archmage" of Byzantine. [叶*子] [悠*悠】”

That's more than a grade. Morpheus thought so, but he could not judge the real strength of the other party, because professionals of different systems simply had no way to compare and reference in their minds.

However, he thought for a while and suddenly said: "I want to do an experiment. I don't know if this warlock can cooperate?"

He remembered the situation where he was unable to release the spell within the enchantment when fighting with "Karl". The special feature of the field is that the "rule" is stipulated by the caster. In the face of Morpheus, he can also have "forbidden magic" and "weightlessness". The two types of “Kar” are obviously far more powerful than him, and Morpheus also understands that he can do the same in the field of “Forbidden Demon”-but this is only effective for guys whose level is much lower than himself If it is evenly matched, it is a fantasy.

So he wants to understand whether the spells released by these "warlocks" will not be affected by the "Forbidden" field because of the different systems.

Prince Ozra did not know the real strength and "field" of Morpheus. He did not have any taboos or jǐng vigilance. After communicating with the nearby warlock, he nodded and said, "No problem."

There is no nonsense in Morpheus, which does not have its own competing ideas, raising its hands to open the field, because Ozra stands close, so xìng directly covers the prince of the Empire like the "translator" next to it. —— There is only one kind of limitation in the field where Morpheus is best at, which is the most convenient for him, that is, “double the gravity”, the ordinary people in the field that is ten times the original gravity are simply unbearable, but Morpheus is not for fighting. The "doubled gravity" effect in the field fell back to less than double.

But only that, Prince Ozra and the translator who looked at the white scene in the surrounding fields were still scared. The face was almost the same as the environment!

At this moment, His Royal Highness thought that Morpheus also used the skills of a warlock and looked up. He looked for the possible landslide tsunami, but found that the white space was blank or blank-involuntarily. He fell forward and found that his body had become extremely heavy from scratch, and he almost fell directly to the ground!

"This is my field. I can change the combat environment here, such as gravity."

Morpheus explained a sentence, and immediately began to raise his hand to add the element of "Forbidden Demon" in the field.

The face of the warlock Mentu has changed, but apparently as a high-level warlock of the imperial empire, his body is too strong to support it. He didn't lose his gaze, but the cold sweat on his forehead made him feel a little strange in this space.

"Can you use the spell just now?"

Morpheus ended the action and made a request to the prince-and Ozra wiped his sweat and said something to the warlock next to him. The latter nodded and raised his hand to release, but suddenly the next moment Frowned.

Next, the blood on the old man's face faded almost instantly, and in a blink of an eye he became even paler than Prince Ozra!

He stared blankly at his palm, completely demented.

"What are you doing?"

Prince Ozra did not understand what was happening, but was puzzled by the warlock’s failure to obey the order, and he asked him in Augustus.

"I...my spells have failed..."

The old man seemed to be unbelieving, raising the staff in his hand, and he could see that he was using his full strength to release a spell, but nothing happened except for the slight tremor of the staff tip. []

Ozra suddenly seemed to understand what, the moment the idea was generated in his mind... he found his body became extremely stiff-his lips trembling and turned his head, he seemed to recognize him again It's the same as Morpheus-but before he can speak, the gap is completely suffocating and disappears completely.

"Call--"

The prince took a deep breath, as if he hadn’t gasped in his life, but his manners were completely lost, but what he just happened has made him unable to look at his image at all, this man still thought about a setback Morpheus The prince of sharpness completely cut off similar thoughts!

Where is this **** human? ! Wouldn't he be the messenger of the goddess Mar? !

He couldn’t help but imagine a scene where countless armies held the most advanced crossbows and scimitars of the August Empire, countless warlocks held staffs, and carried high-jīng secret wars like the “gold beetles”. The machine went to attack a city, and the world was suddenly blank. All the soldiers were slanting due to the change of gravity. The mage who raised the staff found that his spells were completely out of order... and the shadow of a dragon from the sky covered the whole. The earth...

Ozra gave a clever look, and his cold sweat almost soaked his clothes. When he raised his head again, the Morpheus next to him looked at him with concern, and asked, "His Royal Highness, is there nothing?" /

"Nothing, nothing!"

He stretched his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. The prince didn’t even know what to say for a while. He froze for a long time before remembering the request of Morpheus. He took a few breaths and asked, "The field just now" Is it possible to prevent all mages in the range from casting spells? How big is its maximum range?"

Morpheus raised his eyebrows, and clearly understood what the other party meant by asking this question. He could naturally frighten the other party in this impossible war-fighting state—"If the strength of the mage is the same as that of the old man, it may be enveloped. This palace."

Morpheus psychologically weighed, the old guy in front of me should basically be the existence of the top three warlocks in this country. The field that I just released because of the addition of a relatively unfamiliar "forbidden" element, the largest range can also be in It is about 500 meters in diameter, but if you change the simple "double gravity" element, it is estimated that everything that covers the palace is really a matter of course.

Morpheus’s answer made Ozra’s knees soft, but his tough nerve seemed to quickly adapt to the abnormal strength of Morpheus. Suo xìng patted his chest and grinned reluctantly: "I really did not expect Byzantine has such a powerful warrior."

Shrugging, Morpheus didn’t know what to answer, but he had already submitted a satisfactory answer for Edward III-as for what the other party would use to repay, Morpheus secretly thought about the "night watchman" and received a large amount of subsidies. Too.

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When Morpheus prepared the next "cooperation" based on the powerful and jīng mechanicals he saw, he also got in touch with the "black widow" and explained his views and needs in a concise manner.

Shopping around is a must. Morpheus doesn’t want to be an injustice. After all, except for the items that Byzantine wants to buy, everything you want to buy is out of pocket. As for the ones that Longya took at the auction house Ten thousand gold coins, sounds like a lot, but in fact can only be used as a knocking brick for yourself, don't think about taking it for something else.

Scarlett as a mixed-race race, although on the surface she is not powerful, but she really penetrated into several economic lifelines of the Augustus Empire-in a "confession letter" written by the other party "In, she admits that she secretly owns control of the 20% rare ore veins of the empire. At the same time, the entire intelligence network is no less than that of the royal intelligence agencies. Those werewolves are only second. The blood and dark creatures behind her who have not met are the real ones. Heroes".

Army? Scarlett understands what she has to face, so her army is not a soldier with a crossbow in the August Empire, but a dark creature with superhuman strength, including the Morpheus previously expected. Werewolf, there are countless powerful creatures that have never appeared in the light.

When Morpheus saw the word "Molong", he felt that this "black widow" was a bit scary--but he also suddenly remembered the plans he had come from, and after thinking about it, it was He didn't think there was too much conflict with this mixed-race race, but he didn't promise anything immediately, but just wrote out these feasible plans, waiting for the reply from Prince Ozra.

The day after returning from the Armory, the prince did not let Morpheus down, and brought Morpheus into the palace to meet the emperor’s invitation. The time is tomorrow.

But just before Morpheus was ready to meet with His Majesty, he suddenly received a message that made him squint-the soul knight who had a contract with him in his mind, Jeana, suddenly from normal The state fell silent.

It’s not that the soul is floating, but that it’s in a coma.

Then, Sphinx, who served as the "eye" of Morpheus in Lampard, sent him an image in his mind.

More than forty knights in front of Earl’s Court are receiving Joan of Arc assistance.

In this regard, Morpheus directly chose to inform His Royal Highness that he had something to do with postponement. The latter was surprised to think that Morpheus was playing a big name, but thinking of his previous performance, he could only choose to be silent.

Facing the task of Byzantine and the sudden crisis in Lampardne at the same time, Morpheus did not hesitate to choose the latter—because he understands that the things he once reported have already begun to happen.

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Jiande studied "Theology" in his room as usual. This innocent little girl didn't care much about Morpheus's sudden departure. After all, in her eyes, she lived in the home of Morpheus, and Anyone always wants to go home, doesn't he?

Whenever the figure of that guy appears in her head, Joan of Arc will always pray for him silently, hoping that Morpheus will not be in danger and return safely. Although her daily life is slightly monotonous, she is already used to it.

When you are a magician, you must understand that your strength is not improved by killing like a mercenary or warrior, but is gradually accumulating by repeating prayers, which is kind of cumulative but gentle. Slowly, a magician may spend his whole life and can only wander beyond the threshold of the V level, but this does not mean that prayer will not bring other things to these magicians-in Jeanne’s view, a person’s Achievement is far from being judged simply by looking at one's own strength. What matters is whether everyone holds a heart of "dedication" rather than "request" for the world.

Closed the "Theology", the little magician walked out of the room, because of his professional relationship, the room Morpheus arranged for Joan of Arc was not in the Arantis underground, but in the city of West Sellin Duke’s Palace, obviously the bright sunshine here will always make the little girl smile a lot-but Joan’s smile, which always hung on her face, suddenly disappeared when she walked out of the room.

In the distance, a cavalry regiment galloped from the street, the headed knight panicked, and Jeanne in black robe immediately understood what seemed to be happening, and quickly hid aside—never No one would drive so wildly on Lampard’s streets, especially the road in front of Earl’s Court, not to mention that the people in front of them were still the real estate guards wearing standard armor.

A group of twelve cavalrymen, all of whom are Hegel’s **** guards. They are more powerful than the city guards of West Sellin. They wear the most advanced magical effects produced recently. Armor, the weapon in his hand is also with a faint light-Jeanne suddenly found that they were all covered with blood...

The whole group rushed into Earl’s Court before stopping at the door, turning over and dismounting, and rushing straight into the hall of the Lord, holding a blood-stained parchment to report to Hegel.

This step should not have happened. It stands to reason that all news should be handed over to the intelligence department under Elindal’s management, but obviously the incident happened suddenly, and it was too late to find those scouts to screen and pass on information.

Somewhat Joan, who was worried about the knight’s injury, turned his head after waving a “soothing mind” spell for the remaining cavalry, but saw another team that rushed to it-one team was using it on the ground Carriage for emergency transport of wounded.

There are injured!

As a theologian, Joan of Arc will certainly heal spells. Although she can’t compare with the priests who really have the title of "priest," she certainly understands that at this moment, the wounds of the fighters in the Morpheus territory are There will be no mistakes.

With a small step, Joan of Arc, who had never loved words before, is no longer the little girl who would only blink and remain silent when she talked. She clearly understood the duties behind her profession--"Neople , How many wounded?"

Although I told myself to work hard to calm down, Joan’s voice for the first time talking to strange soldiers is inevitably soft, but the determination in the words shows no doubt that, according to the usual practice, if an injured person is injured, he will never pull directly Come to Earl’s Court—this is not a church or a battlefield treatment center, but when the headed cavalry saw Joan, a black robe of the magician, he immediately wiped a handful of blood from his face and turned over Dismount the salute: "The knight of the 3rd Cavalry Squadron, ordered the captain to transport the wounded to Earl's Court."

He looked at the little girl who was shorter than himself~IndoMTL.com~Although he had some doubts in his heart, he continued: "It was the order made by Captain Na Knight, she said that our soldiers are only you. Treatment."

This sentence obviously has a disagreement, let Jeanne who Joan of course know, I heard that it was the original ruling knight of the heretical ruling of the Holy Gabriel Empire, and later he died in the form of a soul to support the fight for Morpheus Strong presence, her strength is the number one strongman in the entire Lampard except Morpheus and Ashkandi. Although she is indifferent and long-term responsible for the patrol and clearing missions outside the territory, but her word of mouth has in the Lampard territory A very appropriate name-"reaper".

She is a war machine, never rests, never burns out, the cavalry who follows her on missions changes three rounds a day, but she does not even drink a sip of water. For humans, this is a powerful and There is a great deterrent. At this moment, she ordered the knight in her hand to come to Earl's Court to find a magician to treat the wound, then no one would dare to question her order.

Just--

The knight in front of Joan of Arc looked suspiciously at the real thing in front of her, and couldn’t help thinking: Is it that this little girl is what the "reaper" lord asked himself to find?