【You try to resuscitate a prisoner's body, and your casting fails】

The information floated by, silently telling what happened.

"What's going on?" Shire looked at all this in a daze, very confused about it.

It seems to have been effective, why is it not successful?

And why is it different from the first reaction?

"Why is your last spell different from the previous one?" Ed came to the door at some point and asked a question in Shire's confusion.

He shouldn't be able to move, but Charles used a few ribs on the skeleton's chest to fix his broken leg in his spare time, so the cripple Ed was barely able to walk, of course, the pain was inevitable.

"Because the common word ahead is ours, the real spell is behind it." Charles answered absent-mindedly, still confused by this inexplicable spell.

"Common term? Spell?" Edge said: "Don't wizards use spells directly?"

"I'm not so familiar with it that I can convert the common word into a spell at once." Shire said, and suddenly his heart moved.

The common word he spoke was the language of the country where the original owner was located. Wherever he could say this, it was naturally impossible for him to contain any secrets.

Only after using special techniques to convert it into that kind of whisper can this spell be considered powerful.

So can we think that the center of gravity of the casting spell is only the conversion level, not the language in our mouth?

In other words, in the world where the original owner is located, this Dulin language is just one of the many languages ​​in the world. It is inconspicuous and not even mainstream. So the casters in other countries will not all use Dulin language as spells, right?

So...what would happen if you use the language of this world as a spell?

Will this be able to successfully cast it? Maybe the spell also concerns the issue of not adapting to the local environment?

Try it!

Thinking of this, Charles took a deep breath and then began to try.

He was not familiar with the local common language of Wislot, so he failed many times at first, but as he kept singing, the sentence that was not long gradually became standard. Finally, under Ed's exploring gaze, a strange murmur finally appeared!

The murmur floated out of his lips, and the corpse in the dark cell began to change, and this change was basically the same as that in Charles' memory!

First, his hands were squirming like insects, and finally his whole body swelled. Then, the bloody skeleton soldier broke free from the corpse!

Black and red blood soaked the organs, flowing all over the ground, and the fishy smell began to spread. Shire, who had seen this process once, was fine. Ed, who had been staring at this scene, could not stand it anymore. He felt a swelling in his stomach, and a sensation of vomiting grew irrepressible and rushed to his throat.

I can only say that he didn't eat any food during this period, otherwise he must have vomited it out. But even so, this great nobleman who was once full of majesty and calm could not hide his embarrassment. He leaned against the wall, his mouth tightly pursed, his expression full of shock and repulsion.

"Your...your black magic..."

"I also feel disgusting, but we have no choice, right?" Charles responded absent-mindedly, but his attention was not on it.

He is thinking about a question now.

Why can't the resuscitation of this corpse be successful by using Dulinyu? And the first one can be?

Judging from the vision when releasing spells, the role of the two when mobilizing that special force is consistent. The inconsistency is probably only after entering the corpse...

"Is it because of the corpse?"

There was a vague guess, but Charles did not think about it carefully. This situation is not a good time to think about the spells, so he spoke to the skeleton and ordered: "Come with me!"

After the words came, the white skeleton standing in the flesh and blood had no response. A pair of empty eyes stared at him in a daze, and the green light seemed to be nothing.

This made Charles a little surprised. He thought he hadn't made it clear just now, so he ordered again: "Come with me!"

Still no response was received, the newborn skeleton seemed to do nothing but look around in a daze.

"Is he a mentally retarded?"

Shire repeated several times, but still did so, and finally couldn't help but look at the normal skeleton he called number one behind him.

No. 1, who had a few ribs missing, opened his mouth behind him, his head trembled slightly, as if he was echoing, and seemed to laugh.

This made Charles more clear about the difference between the two. One is as smart as a living person, the other is as dull as a dead person. The former can help the caster, while the latter obviously cannot.

Why is there such a gap?

I recalled all the key points and knowledge of the spell of bone resurrection, but couldn't find the reason, and carefully thought about other relevant information, and finally I vaguely understood why this happened.

Only corpses that die for no more than one day can be spiritually enabled by the skeleton soldiers after the bones are revived. If more than one day, their spirituality will be greatly reduced, and if more than one week, they will be completely unable to recover!

This is a very unpopular knowledge, and the source of memory is not recorded in the notebook, but someone told the original owner in person, and that person...

There seemed to be many missing points when the memory was fused. Charles thought about it carefully but could not remember who had said this to "him", but this was simply irrelevant at the moment.

So he looked back at Ed helplessly: "We have to find a new target, this is not possible at all."

"New target? Maybe we can try other ways." After the initial shock, Ed regained some calmness, but he was still scared of the situation in the cell. When he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the dirty and bloody place from the corner of his eyes, so he spoke extremely serious: "Even the cruelest god of drowning is hard to agree with."

"Then do you think we have any other way?" Shir asked seriously at him.

If he summoned the skeleton soldiers out of thin air, he would naturally not accept the rebuttal, but this technique was indeed a bit exaggerated. Not to mention Ed, even he, the initiator, was not suitable.

Tearing my body during my lifetime like rags, the blood and intestinal feces were soaked in various once important organs. This scene was even more disgusting than the five horses dismembering the body and the execution of the lingchi.

But due to the situation, does he have a choice?

Ed frowned and silent, without responding.

Seeing this, Charles shrugged and then walked towards the bottom of the dungeon.

There are four of the new corpses below, and he still remembers them freshly.

Behind him, Skeleton No. 1 did not rush to leave, but instead walked to the silly Skeleton, broke off its ribs and placed them in the vacant position on his body. Then he quickly followed Shier's departure back.

Ed quietly watched as the man and the skeleton disappeared from sight along the stairs, and his mood was very complicated.

On the one hand, he felt that such dark tricks were essential to escape, but on the other hand, due to years of persistence in honor and sacred faith, he was particularly disliked by the despicable means of blaspheming corpses, although it was very helpful to him.

"Then do you think we have any other way?" The young man's calm doubts appeared in his heart, not sharp, but particularly harsh.

Just like the words of the vicious queen who once gave her many opportunities when she was soft-hearted, it was annoying but unrefutable.

"In Game of Thrones, if you don't be a winner, you will have a dead end and no middle ground."

His inner kindness and sense of honor made him deny this sentence and chose to stick to his own ideas, but the ending was like a stick coming to his head and bleeding.

The loyal subordinates were besieged to death, and they were supposed to be betrayed by their allies for greater benefit. Their doting daughters were captured by the enemy and became bargaining chips to threaten themselves and make them admit their treason. The remaining four sons far away in the north, as well as his lover Catherine, must have been in turmoil at this time...

"Are Is it honor or pedantic?"

Ed, who has always been stubborn and calm, was a little confused. The cruel reality kept impacting the thoughts that had been persisting for decades. More and more senses of gap appeared in his destiny one after another, making him feel out of place with this world that should have been familiar with.

However, just as he was thinking in a complicated state and his mind was in a mess, a scream suddenly came from the downstairs. Ed could hear it, it was the voice of his little ally!

"What happened!" He frowned and took a few quick steps, but almost fell to the ground due to severe pain.
Chapter completed!