"Children of Frost" is one of the schools of elemental magic that emerged from the last wave of magic.
Everyone has a version bonus period. Six hundred years ago, the Frost Sons, who were in the limelight, made a name for themselves in the old school of elemental magic with their powerful low magic power consumption, high-speed spell casting and chanting.
In the following hundreds of years, the Sons of Frost occasionally appeared on the stage of history, but their presence became thinner and thinner each time. Like most schools that master knowledge, they declined but still had accumulation. With their foundation, they still allowed an entire school to dominate. Very nourishing, living a pretentious life, but in fact it is declining.
If it hadn't been for this initiative to fight the undead, the world would have almost forgotten this elemental school that their ancestors once prospered. However, the Sons of Frost are not very happy about the fact that they have once again entered the public eye.
The Sons of Frost's school workshop is located in an inaccessible mountain range. After experiencing a disastrous defeat, almost all the magicians of the Sons of Frost came back from various places.
The Sons of Frost now have a bad reputation. Not only do many people in the church have opinions about them, but other magic sects are also laughing at their stupidity, and even make jokes about them in the streets.
The chief magician Lector walked back and forth in the empty hall of the library with a cold face, a complicated expression on his square face.
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him, expecting him to resolve the current embarrassing situation for the Son of Frost. However, they only heard sighs one after another, and angry and helpless curses.
"I should have taken the initiative to express my gratitude at that time." Someone in the crowd muttered.
It was Lector himself who made the decision to cover up the battle damage. Already irritable, he said sullenly, "Are you questioning my decision?"
No one said anything anymore, the world of magicians also spoke based on strength.
"He is just a demon warrior. The Theocratic Nation is making a fuss because they want to show off the 'spiritual wealth' left by Laurent by trampling on us. Remember, if you want to say which country is the most vicious and treacherous among the four major countries, it should be The Theocracy, a country that in the past used the name of missionary to sow discord among various races, provoke conflicts among the three major countries, and instigate internal strife among marginalized small countries in an attempt to profit from it, has now become synonymous with brilliance, kindness, and justice?"
"And Laurent, look at the Theocracy, they are almost putting him on the altar. If it weren't for the story of the Silver Maple Tree being bound to the God of Radiance, I think they would like to revise their doctrines and myths and declare Laurent is God’s agent, even God.”
"It sounds like you are very dissatisfied with the Theocracy."
In the empty library, Lector's disdainful words were still echoing, and a cold female voice suddenly interrupted.
Lector wanted to scold someone who spoke in such a weird way, so he looked around and saw a figure covered tightly in a robe standing under a warm yellow wall lamp not far away. The only exposed face seemed to be able to block the light. Blocking everyone's sight, it was dark.
All Frostsons are on alert.
"Your Excellency, you are not a member of our sect. Who invited you to be a guest at Son of Frost? Why didn't you notify us and let outsiders come in? Do you know what the punishment will be!"
"No one asked me to come, I came on my own."
Magic surges in the library.
"Where are the guards? Why didn't you issue a warning?" Lector asked the magician in charge of the base's defense deployment.
"They're all asleep."
Sera answered lightly, but her heart was burning with anger. If her identity could not be revealed, she would definitely talk about Lector's comments about Laurend.
"What else are you talking about? We are bad guys. There are so many people blocking the robbery scene. The atmosphere is too high. If we don't die, it can't be justified."
Sierra has never felt that Lu Yu's words were so pleasant. After getting along for a long time, she found that it is quite good to have a tacit understanding with this guy. He can always tell you what you want to do, build up your psychology for you, and clear your mind. obstacle.
"You are right, some people deserve to die."
Everyone in the Sons of Frost couldn't hear what Lu Yu said in the chat room. They just thought that Sera was neurotic and was talking to herself inexplicably.
"Quiet Garden..."
The sudden fluctuation of magic power caused the Son of Frost to subconsciously release magic.
The icy cones and cold wind from the sky hit San Meiqiu's body, tearing his clothes into tatters and exposing his non-existent lower limbs, causing his robe to dance endlessly.
"What's going on!" The person who discovered something was wrong shouted in horror.
"He's not human."
"The magic is invalid. Could it be the undead?"
The one after another shouts suddenly disappeared, and the library that was noisy a second ago fell into a deathly silence.
Lector looked around, only to find a thin layer of black mist floating around, leaving only the morning glory dripping with smelly mucus climbing and growing wantonly.
"what have you done…"
Lector transformed the magic power into a blue ball of light that exuded a faint light, and raised it high, hoping to dispel the fog and see the surroundings clearly. However, the light was swallowed up, and the only living things visible in his sight were still not far away. The strange magician, and more and more purple morning flowers almost covering the dark ground.
"Children of Frost, rapid magic and rapid chanting, were the nightmares of many long-chanting magicians in the last magic wave era. When they release one spell, you can often release three or four... What a pity, hundreds of years have passed. Sorry, your spell casting speed seems to have not improved much, and even your power is so pitiful."
After the emotion was over, Sierra's voice became colder a little bit.
"What I did, of course, was to create a field that could torture you."
Before he finished speaking, Lector secretly blew a small magic that could create snow mist and broken ice without using his hands, and fired continuously, all the way to the head of the three coal balls.
At the moment when his face was covered, Lector rushed to San Meiqiu's side, condensed an ice pick in his hand, and stabbed San Meiqiu's deep face viciously.
A little magic can defeat an enemy, and Lector knows this.
The essence of quick-cast magic is to be caught off guard. As long as you create an opportunity to win with one blow, you will use all your power to attack. Relying on this style of play, at the fourth level, Lector killed adventurers who were far better than him in the wild. , and several people.
The reaction force from his wrist made Lector's arm numb, but he only thought it had penetrated the visor and was blocked by his skull.
Although the quick-release ice pick is sharp, it cannot perfectly break through some armors with excellent defensive effects. Therefore, Lector raised his idle left hand high, and the blue ice blade fell heavily, chopping hard objects. The sound echoed through the quiet dark space.
The ice blade shattered, and Lector's arm was bounced up by the shock. The severe pain made him gasp. Even the ice pick he was holding hard in his right hand couldn't help but let go, and he stepped back again and again.
"It hurts so much, why..."
"Haha, this hood seems to be in serious trouble. It has been beaten to tatters by his broken ice."
"It's okay. I'll take off the cloth from their bodies later and piece it together again."
The black cloak was thrown aside by a group of black shadows. Lector's eyes widened little by little, and the fear continued to amplify deep in his heart, and finally roared out of his throat.
"What is this, what is this, what are you!"
He is not a spirit body, he clearly has a real feeling of being hit.
Undead creation? But he has clearly fought against undead creations, and there is no such thing as a creation that is as hard as iron and resistant to magic.
If not, what exactly is the monster in front of me?
"Does a sixth-level magician only have so much concentration?" Lulu said in disgust.
"He seems to be at level seven." Lu Yu corrected.
"Is that so? But the magic seems too weak when using magic. It doesn't even hurt if you hit someone... There are really a lot of magicians who don't live up to their name under the magic tide."
Being humiliated in public, Lector also lost the courage to refute. When he saw Sanmei Qiao stretching out a large number of tentacles to play with the broken half of the ice pick, he felt cold all over.
Several tentacles suddenly protruded out, and Lector tried to form an ice shield to block it, but the tentacles easily broke through the shield, penetrated both of his arms, and pinned him to the bookshelf behind him.
The blood stained the books one after another, adding a touch of evil to those ancient classics.
"Tell me where the most important treasure of the Children of Frost is." Sera put her tentacle against Lector's throat.
"Right here, there is a treasure house through the library. The scroll that opens the magic circle is not with me!" Lector begged for mercy again and again. "Don't kill me. I can ask the person who keeps the scroll to deliver it in person. He is a tough guy. I'm afraid They will be destroyed together, and it will not be that simple for you to enter it at that time!"
Sera laughed, then snorted teasingly, a tentacle penetrated Lector's thigh, and cut it out hard.
A heartbreaking howl rang in San Meiqiu's ears.
"Don't... don't... everything I said is true..."
The other thigh was also forcefully penetrated by Sera, and the tentacle stirred in it for several seconds before slowly pulling out.
When he was almost unconscious from the pain, Lector heard words that made him shudder.
"Others may not know it, but I know that most of the school's daily residences will not store the most precious collection of books, but only some insignificant copies of books, some valuable but not many small objects, real treasures... …Often elsewhere, the so-called rabbit also has three nests…”
"It's Cunning Rabbit Sanku... He clamored to learn with Lulu, but he didn't pay attention." Lu Yu complained.
"You don't need to make up for the extra time!" Sera said back angrily in the chat room, "I really don't know why we are being used as an allusion to our Rabbit Ears clan."
Lector was once again frightened by Sera's neurotic soliloquy. Faced with an extremely mentally disturbed monster, he almost became incontinent.
Lector, who still wanted to speak harshly, suddenly saw the black fog in the distance dissipate, and a figure was lifted up by tentacles rising from the ground, dancing wildly in the air.
Sera let go of the tentacles stuck on Lector's body, ignored him, and floated away.
At the end of the day, she said: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. Someone with knowledge will tell me in order to survive. As for you...since you are useless, just become fertilizer for these hungry children."
As soon as he finished speaking, the morning glory moved at the wind, swarming towards Lector like a swarm of insects.
Seeing Sera walking further and further away, the morning glory was close at hand, and the corrosive liquid had begun to dissolve the pieces of his torn flesh that fell to the ground...
"I say, I tell you!" Lector gritted his teeth, "But you must swear to the origin of magic not to kill me."
Compared with swearing to the so-called gods, swearing to the origin of magic that magicians are eager to explore is considered taboo by many people. It is unknown whether anyone has been cursed for breaking the oath. However, as long as there is still a pursuit of magic, no one dares Go bet on the possibility.
"Okay, I, myself, swear to the origin of magic. If I still kill the current chief magician of the Sons of Frost after getting the information about the treasure, my future will be cut off."
Having gained a sense of security, Lector no longer dared to cheat, and honestly told Sera the location of the hidden treasure.
Sera checked with another captured Frostborn magician to confirm the authenticity.
"Believe it now, I told you, not him, uh, what did you do..."
Lector yelled in horror as his feet were tightly bound by vines stretching out from beneath the ground.
"What I said is true. You verified it. Are you going back on your word?"
"I believe it's true, but I didn't want you to live in the first place." Sera sneered.
"You made an oath to the origin of magic. If you violate this oath, your magic will be cut off. Magic will not improve and you will be rejected by it forever. Are you crazy? We have no grievances. You are going to gamble. That glimmer of possibility!”
"You can also say it's a possibility. In the past thousands of years, most of the treacherous people who claimed to be cursed because of their oaths were spread as stories after their death. No one was actually punished while alive. People base their treachery on the basis of The author's life was far-fetched and he gave his own reluctant explanation for each of his misfortunes, which was eventually passed down from generation to generation and became a 'shackle' under the accumulation of time."
"This is actually a pair of shackles given by ordinary people and low-level magicians to more powerful ones, in order to win a bit of fairness in a limited space, so that those who want to overturn the table and no longer abide by the established rules can Having the slightest hesitation when breaking the rules, even just a little..."
After analyzing the origin and hidden meaning of "Swear to the Root of Magic" from a scholar's perspective, Sera clicked her tongue with pity.
"I know that you must be hoping in your heart that there is a real existence that can listen to the 'origin' of this oath. If this is the case, then I will let you see something interesting."
Sierra's voice faded away, replaced by a cough.
Male cough.
Lector shuddered.
"Hello, Chief Magician, there are actually three personalities in this body. The person who kills you now is not the one who made the oath, so even if the 'root' really exists, it will not impose any punishment."
"You're a liar who talks lies, even if I become a spirit, I won't let you go!" Lector, who had lost all hope, was completely crazy. He wanted to rush forward and fight Lu Yu, but the morning glory in the quiet garden and the surging water on the ground failed. The tentacles instantly enveloped him.
"One more thing I need to tell you is that many of my summons are particularly interested in spirits. You are welcome to seek revenge from me. My name is... Sarah, Sarah, the Herald of the Undead. Please be sure to find the right one. people."
