What Varimathras carefully took out from his arms was a scroll drawn on some kind of leather, exuding a strong sweet smell. It is the same as any magic scroll, it is full of criss-crossing magic lines.
He took off his gloves, put the scroll under the barrier, and then kept reciting something. Soon, strands of light green silk thread appeared in the air, and he carefully linked those things to On the scroll. In the end, those long and short lines were more dense and scattered than the houses in Dalaran.
Dallion watched carefully from the side, his eyes brightened by those magic patterns.
"Did you see the magic input node?" Unexpectedly, the devil spoke.
"...It should be this point, right?" Dallion asked, pointing to a place.
"Oh," the demon raised his eyebrows, "I can't tell, but you can actually understand a little bit of the magic circle." As he said, he put his hand into the magic lines, "Let's get started, don't waste time, if you really If you want to live!"
Dallion frowned, but still took off his leather gloves and put his hand in.
With a flick of the brush, they both straightened their backs!
The golden holy light and the yellow-green evil fire condensed into a dazzling disk under their feet. Magical energy like a flood rushed upward from the disk, making their hair stand on end. For a moment, they all stared angrily, as if they were enduring great pain.
Large waves of energy squeezed into their arms, followed by their seemingly swollen arms, and sank into the scroll.
In an instant, those lines with light green light flickered violently. They quickly thickened and spread like a hurricane!
call---
"Oh!" I subconsciously blocked my eyes, but the imaginary wind did not come. I immediately looked over and saw the green wind rushing towards the barn. In an instant, the roaring wolf howls were silenced.
I struggled to get up from my knees in the snow and looked over there in disbelief, "...They...have they all fallen asleep?!"
"...Yes!" Varimathras exhaled forcefully and stood up unsteadily, "Even if you beat them until their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen, they won't wake up! Let's go down!"
*
The barn was dark, small, and smelly.
At this moment, those gray-furred werewolves were lying at our feet.
Their eyes were all closed, but their mouths full of sharp teeth were wide open, their tongues were tilted to one side, and they snored like thunder.
On the wet ground in the innermost part of the stable, Varimathras kicked aside the tattered thatch, and then lifted up a smelly wooden board. "Follow me!" he said, shaking his head at us, thinking. After thinking for a while, he silently recited the words "life". Suddenly, a dark purple ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand. Through the needle-like light, I saw the winding and circling wooden stairs below. .
"Lower your head and walk, Messiah." Dallion walked down the narrow passage one step ahead of me, "Come on, give me your hand."
The wounds on my body began to cause trouble again, especially the shattered shoulder blades. The slight bend in my back made me feel as if I had been shot through the head with an arrow, and I almost fainted from the pain.
"Messiah!" If Dallion hadn't squeezed my hand tightly, I would have really fallen down.
"...No...it's okay..." I stared with dazzled eyes, gritted my teeth, and stepped down the steps, "...Oh..."
Squeak, squeak, squeak -
The wooden stairs swayed gently with our steps.
"You should leave her in the hall!" Varimathras said with a sneer, holding the arcane light ball in his hand, "She has nothing..."
"No." Dallion replied coldly.
I have to say that these wooden ladders are too rough. They seem to be improvised. The wood spurs on the handrails have not been polished, and there is even a protruding tree branch. I had been walking on the handrail, so that thing hit the wound on my thigh directly, and the pain made me break out in a cold sweat, "Oh..."
"Watch out, watch out."
"How about you climb down, little mouse?" The devil turned back and sneered at me.
I subconsciously sat on the steps and pressed the wound hard. After a while, I felt better. "Don't you have any other... um, native blood?"
Those words made the devil stop and stare at me warily, "Of course not! What do you want to do?! You just lost my Rosath!"
"It doesn't have a nickname? It's called Reinhardt?" Dallion interjected inexplicably.
"No! It's my Rosas!" the devil replied angrily, "My Rosas contains huge power of death, which can remove pain. It took me countless years to refine it. On the battlefield, it makes me fearless and invincible. But, just because of you, you, it - my Rosas is missing! Who believes it!"
"I swore an oath!" Dallion said seriously.
"snort!"
I have to say, his words made me feel strangely guilty... No, wait, I don't feel guilty about a demon!
I scratched my cheek and looked elsewhere, "Oh, you even gave it a name, Rosath."
"Ah, Rosath." The demon looked at the front of the black crowd and took another step. "In Nazresa, my home planet, it means the gentle touch of a girl."
"Oh, you gave such a beautiful name to a drop of blood. Your preference is very special."
"If you had only three hairs, you'd have names for them too, little mouse."
"So, what are the other two drops called?" Dallion asked calmly.
That question made the devil pause, and he looked back at us gloomily, "There are no other two drops." As he said that, he continued to move.
