35. Chapter 35 Your scroll is fine, now it is mine
35. Chapter 35 Your scroll is very good, now it is mine
Author: Gushan fishing snow
Chapter 35 Your scroll is very good, now it is mine
The target of the Holy Slash is the arm of the palace mage holding the scroll.
As a result, when the archmage's long sword touched the archmage's arm, the triggering spell on the archmage was triggered - it is estimated that the triggering spell itself was set to be activated when a weapon touched him.
The mage's appearance becomes statuesque: Stoneskin!
However, this time the Holy Slash was so powerful that nothing could stop it. It directly penetrated the stone layer on the Archmage's arm. The blade of the sword did not penetrate the stone skin for almost three centimeters, and blood was left from the sword blade with a pop.
sprayed out from the gaps.
The Banshee's Wail fell in response, and was snatched away by Elizabeth, who had quick eyes and quick hands.
She turned around and rushed into Wang's arms, shouting: "Find a way quickly!"
Wang quickly took out a scroll.
Seeing this, Marika immediately picked up the dwarf, who did not have a hammer or a shield, and could only hold a bench to rush forward. Misha Sarah had quick eyesight and gave the barbarian a kick, and kicked him to the king's side.
The king tore open the scroll, and the teleporting light lit up.
Everyone was dizzy for a while and then they all fell to the floor on the second floor of the Three Wild Boars Tavern.
**
Bob heard the sound and looked upstairs, and nodded to the waitress in the pub.
The waitress yelled: "It's closed tonight! Let's go, let's go! Don't let me kick you outside and throw you to the ground! Don't wait for me to kick you!"
"Come and kick me!" Several drunken mercenaries came over and teased.
At this moment, there was a loud noise outside. In the blink of an eye, everyone in the tavern rushed out of the tavern, standing on the street and looking towards the inner city. The explosions continued, and the sky was illuminated orange.
The drunken people who had just come out of the tavern looked at this with blank expressions.
Because the Langdon Territory has not used weapons for sixty years, gang vendettas have become the largest violent incident in the city.
The waitress in the tavern looked behind the group of people to make sure no one was paying attention, then silently closed the door of the tavern and hung the "Closed" sign.
**
On the second floor, everyone suddenly fell to the ground.
Elizabeth was panting, but suddenly realized that her posture was not very good, so she jumped up.
Wang then stood up, rubbing his waist and legs, and said: "I just used the last group teleportation scroll. In fact, I originally took ten, but the teacher confiscated nine. Anyway, he only wanted me to understand.
sad."
Elizabeth was about to reply when she suddenly remembered that she was holding a scroll in her hand, so she handed it to the king: "Here you go. I grabbed the Banshee's Wail scroll."
Wang took the scroll and checked it carefully: "Well, this is indeed the Banshee's Wail. Great, this is our trump card in the future! No more scaring people with the 'Super Invincible Good Morning Scroll'. I used to
I thought this might be some wild scroll."
Elizabeth frowned: "What do you mean? I snatched it from the palace mage, how can it be something other than it?"
Just as Wang was about to explain, there was another loud noise outside the window.
King: "My crows were cruising above the castle, and the fight was fierce."
Flint suddenly sat up and looked down at the bench in his hands, shouting: "My damn warhammer and shield are all left in the castle!"
Wang: "You can go to the closet to get it."
Marika: "I'll get it. If anyone else's things are left in the castle, I'll go there."
Wang took out his dimensional bag: "Take this with you. If I hand it to you, it can stay on your body for twelve hours. You can put things in it, but you can't take it out."
Marika nodded, took the dimensional bag and put it in her pocket, opened the closet and got into the portal and disappeared.
Watching the drow leave, the king slumped backwards on the ground, leaning against the wooden wall of the room.
Elizabeth immediately came over worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay. I was hit by a debilitating ray during the chaos, and I'm exhausted now. Just take a rest and sleep."
The princess stared at him for a few seconds, then sat down next to him, shoulder to shoulder.
Elizabeth: "Go on, why can't this be the Banshee's Wail?"
Wang: "Well...this is not necessarily the howl of the banshee."
Princess: "So I'm asking you why!"
"Actually, the palace mage dared to tear up this scroll because of me." The king turned to smile at the princess who was very close at hand.
The princess looked confused: "What? Because of you? Didn't you stop him?"
"It's true. Don't believe it." Wang said with a smile, "He didn't plan to use this scroll originally, and he didn't plan to use it until the mission was over."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows: "Why?"
"Think about it, the Palace Archmage is only an eighth-ring scroll, and he has never seen what the Banshee's Wail looks like in a spell book. Even if he uses identification on this scroll, he can only tell that it is a nine-ring scroll.
Might be another super invincible good morning spell."
Elizabeth: "Your Majesty... no, doesn't the Dog Emperor just want to destroy us?"
The king shook his head: "No, no, no, the emperor doesn't want to annihilate you all. What he wants is an excuse to start a war. After all, there are six other electors who have already joined forces with the Langdon leader. If he starts a war without an excuse, he will be punished.
Attack in groups.
"The second prince also realized that Nelenis' ring is a legendary figure from the First Age, and the place where the legend happened is in the river countries, across the entire Monrovia from here. The ring is actually spread
Now that we're here, isn't this weird?
"That's an excuse. If his court archmage found an opportunity to tear it up because he believed that the scroll he was given was the Wail of the Banshee, the end would probably be the same as today. The archmage himself also knew the emperor's plan, so he kept
No scroll used."
Elizabeth asked doubtfully: "Then why did he..."
"Because I showed him the real Wail of the Banshee. Although it was only the middle page, it was enough for him to confirm that this scroll was really the Wail of the Banshee. Can you connect this logical loop? But he may be too much.
I was so excited that I forgot about the consequences of killing me.
"That's the Banshee's Wail. Although he doesn't have enough knowledge and understanding to understand this spell now, after tearing up a scroll and seeing how the spell works, he might be able to succeed if he sees the same spell scroll again.
Deconstruct the scroll into the spell itself and copy it into your own spell book.(*)”
Elizabeth: "So that's the case, so he couldn't wait to tear up the scroll, but he didn't expect... But what if he really tore it up?"
King: "We should all die, and then my uncle opened the portal in anger. Maybe the Kuosanian Empire will completely change its dynasty."
"And you will be resurrected by your teacher using the Great Wishing Technique." Elizabeth added faintly.
Wang stuttered and then responded: "Yes. I will be resurrected, and you will all die. I have a little difficulty breathing. Is this boredom?"
Elizabeth suddenly became happy: "You are actually bored. It's better than I expected."
Wang said nonchalantly: "I'm just a little bit short of breath. After all, I've only known you for two days. I'm far from understanding the 'huge sadness' that my teacher described."
Elizabeth smiled cheerfully: "Hahahaha!"
Wang's eyes moved towards her involuntarily.
Noticing this gaze, Elizabeth pouted.
Wang: "Is it my illusion? Has the amplitude increased?"
"Before, there was either chain mail or a support made of whale bones. You, cover it up." Elizabeth said angrily.
Wang: "Then let me ask you, who do you want to be closer to more, a person who wants you physically and then carefully hides it, or a person who is frank and doesn't hide it?"
"I don't want to get close to either of them!" Elizabeth raised her voice.
Wang: "Then you are still leaning on my shoulder?"
"Me! Didn't I tell you that you were hit by a debilitating ray? I want you to lean on me!"
Wang went directly to the other side and collapsed on the ground: "I feel more comfortable this way!"
Elizabeth stared at Wang lying on the ground and was speechless for a moment.
However, she noticed that Mishashala and Flint were dragging Gotrick to the left and right, and had moved quietly to the stairs leading to the first floor, so she asked, "Why are you going?"
"Oh," the dwarf pointed to the stairs, "Let's go down to drink. We want to drink bee beer."
Wang: "Don't you like bee beer?"
Michaela: "Ah...he suddenly realized how good bee beer is! No, he suddenly wanted to argue with me about whether bee beer is good or not! We were about to go down and decide the outcome!"
Manzi: "High!"
After saying that the three of them were about to leave, Wang shouted: "Don't be like this, you are all gone, and we are the only two casters left who have basically used up all their spells. If one person comes, we will be finished."
The three people at the stairs looked at each other and finally had to come back.
For a moment, the scene was a little awkward.
Elizabeth was the first to open the topic: "I didn't expect that the mastermind behind the scenes actually killed my father..."
"No, it's possible that he didn't do it." Wang interrupted the princess.
"How could it not be the case? My father used to drink that kind of stomach medicine, but something went wrong today."
"It's possible that the mastermind behind the scenes accomplished his goal today, which caused some changes in the microorganisms in the whole city." Wang replied, "Although we now know nothing about the mastermind behind the scenes' purpose and the means to achieve the goal, but
We - I know my teacher very well."
"Your teacher?" Elizabeth bent her legs and hugged her with both hands in front of her, "What do you mean?"
Wang: "I know the teacher. So I can deduce some things about the mastermind behind the scenes through the questions he asked and the information he gave. First of all, the teacher concluded that I can solve this crisis, and helped me clearly divide the different stages, explaining
This incident can be interrupted midway. If one of the links is blocked, the final situation will not come."
Elizabeth lowered her head to look at the lawyer and said, somehow lying down next to him: "Then what?"
"Every situation the teacher mentioned represents an escalation of the situation. According to my understanding of the teacher, this shows that the emergence of each situation means that the mastermind behind the scenes is nearing completion of this stage of his plan.
"So the fact that cats have disappeared enough to be discovered and that an investigation team has been brought in indicates that the plan is almost complete.
"That is to say, the situation is now beginning to advance to the next stage. Do you remember what the next stage is? It is the emergence of cheap healing scrolls and potions. Maybe the enhancement of the abilities of various medicines is also one of the side effects."
Elizabeth said "Oh": "Wait a minute, according to you, my father was brought to death? The mastermind behind the scenes didn't target him at all?"
"It's possible. If neither your second brother nor your eldest brother can find evidence of poisoning in the future, then that's probably what happened."
Elizabeth sighed softly: "It's really uncomfortable knowing that my father might die like this."
Wang just smiled.
Then silence fell again.
Elizabeth asked again: "You...don't your head hurt from the diaphragm?"
Wang answered truthfully: "Yes, it hurts. I think I need a pillow."
Elizabeth got up, adjusted her position, and then put the king's head on her lap: "What about this?"
"I don't like such a high pillow. It will fatigue the cervical spine. Moreover, there are things in the field of vision that attract too much attention."
Elizabeth gently pushed the mage's face to the side: "Then you sleep facing the side!"
"Oh, this feels okay. I..." the mage yawned for a long time, "I'm really sleepy, good night."
Then he fell into a deep sleep.
Elizabeth took a deep breath, and then slowly, slowly exhaled the breath she had just inhaled.
Mishashala was sitting on the window, her ears facing the outside, obviously on alert, but her eyes looking inside.
"The princess is in love," she said.
At this time, the mage began to snore slightly and evenly, and he actually fell asleep.
Elizabeth said softly: "I'm not in love. Probably. I'm just not convinced. He only has chest tightness after I die. It's not fair. I hope that after I die, he can be in pain and sorrow for a hundred years."
Mishashala chuckled softly: "Come on, princess, I can see that he is by no means a simple mage apprentice. Maybe you are really dead. He worked hard for five years to pull you up."
Elizabeth: "I think so. Then I will wait quietly for him to pull me up and leave him to taste the sorrow alone."
"Your Highness," Flint said, "do you want to go on business with our mage brother in a carriage and travel across thousands of rivers and mountains?"
Elizabeth: "Of course I want to, but the mage definitely doesn't want to, because his body has thoughts about me. This idiot."
The dwarf let out a hearty laugh.
Elizabeth also laughed, and while laughing, she poked the king's cheek again and again with her thin fingertips.
The Master slept so soundly that he didn't even notice.