If those images were from the upcoming future, would the Necromancer be in the hall? And taking Mr. Eze with you?
Then he killed the latter without hesitation.
Uriel's heart suddenly lifted, and he couldn't even think about why he saw so many. Different panics made it difficult for the apprentice to control himself, but he knew that he could not accept the ending no matter what.
So something must be done... Blindly searching for someone in the castle is too late. Alert the guards? Are they trustworthy?
The Necromancer appeared in the lobby on the first floor...
Gotta find Mr. Eds!
Uriel had to drop the sword because it was too heavy and was hidden by the apprentice behind the statue next to the entrance to the hall. He took off an armored sword and put it on his waist in a sneaky way - it was a knight's sword, the weight of which the apprentice could barely bear; then he ran quickly towards the exit at the other end of the corridor.
However, with his magic power exhausted, Uriel didn't know what he could do to help. Maybe he could find Mr. Eds before he met the Necromancer, but the apprentice didn't dare to guarantee that he could do it on his own.
"An eagle..."
Uriel guessed that this might be Mr. Eze's occupation as a mysterious person. As he stepped up the stairs, he racked his brains to think of some way to reverse the situation. As he recalls the dream-like scenes he saw, the apprentice finally discovers a clue.
The black-robed mage fell from the sky and broke through the skylight... Most of their previous fights were at high places.
There are many high places in the castle, but there are only two places near the skylight on the first floor: one is the rooftop at the top, and the other is the study room of Chief Shunuo.
Uriel ran towards the study without hesitation.
Statues and wall decorations passed by in a flash, and golden and red curtains hung on the stone pillars. The apprentice had already come closer and saw that the study door was open, and Barton's body was still lying on the ground.
He suddenly understood why the Necromancer found the study - Eze wanted to inform Controller Xiu Nuo, and it happened that Barton was killed in the study because he failed to assassinate the Controller. The Necromancer would definitely come to find out.
The two just bumped into each other.
So who came first? Fortunately, Mr. Eze, if it was a necromancer, Uriel didn't think he could deal with him.
The apprentice dragged the undead Barton outside the door, prayed to Gaia in his heart, and threw him down the spiral staircase. The body of the corpse eater rolled all the way and stopped in a twisted posture at the corner.
He hoped that this would divert the Necromancer's attention.
The study was in a mess, with pieces of paper and vases scattered on the floor. The tables and chairs were crooked, and the books in the bookcases were out of order. They collapsed and were stacked on top of each other, which was just disturbing to look at.
The chandelier was off, the candles were extinguished, and dim light filtered through the hazy gauze curtains. Uriel opened the window and cut off half of the curtain with his sword. He gestured on the glass, turned around and looked for a quill on the table, but unexpectedly found that the ink bottle was locked.
Has anyone been here?
The apprentice was startled. He subconsciously grasped the sword tightly, but the surroundings were still quiet and there was nothing.
This is really crazy. Will the stopper jump up and cover the ink bottle on its own?
Uriel carefully approached the table. There were messy books and vases on it. The lamp was taken away by Chief Shuno. The chair and the floor were covered with white paper. The apprentice felt very uncomfortable looking at the leather chair.
But nothing unusual was found.
He was about to distance himself when he suddenly stepped on a pen. Uriel hesitantly knelt down to pick it up and saw another document with a half-signed signature. The apprentice immediately remembered that this was the page that Chief Shuno was about to sign when he came to the room. He also remembered that it was smeared with ink.
But now the paper is as clean as new——
Realizing that something was wrong, Uriel hurriedly stood up, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw a black shadow flying straight over and hitting him hard on the head.
"...!!"
The apprentice was knocked backwards, as if someone had stabbed him hard with a finger. His center of gravity was unsteady and he fell to the ground, with many things behind him falling over.
"who?!"
Uriel almost missed grabbing the sword with one hand. He sat on the ground and backed away. Only after losing the magic apprentice did he realize how fragile he was again.
The cork fell to the ground, spun around, and stopped moving. Uriel waited for a moment but found no movement, and carefully poked it with the tip of his sword, but the plug did nothing.
At this time, there was a strange gurgling sound on the table, like water boiling; the jet black glass bottle shook and clicked on the table.
It looked like a crucible on the flames that was about to overflow, making people worry that it would turn into a frag grenade in the next second.
The apprentice couldn't help but hold his breath. He finally knew what the problem was.
It's that inkwell!
"God, God, God...mysterious creature?!"
For a moment, all the apprentice could think about was the Ring of Sauron. What is that guy, a rune life?
Are there any magic runes on the inkwell?
Just when Uriel was worried about whether it would explode suddenly, the ink bottle suddenly became quiet again. Not a drop of ink spilled out of it, and it looked serious as if it was just a bottle——
Then, one by one, the black cats jumped out of the bottle.
The apprentice's eyes immediately widened.
It was a kitten that was only about one knuckle long. It was completely black, with a slender beard. Its pupils were small round black dots on the whites of its eyes, and a pair of pointed ears stood erect on its head. They stood in a huddle next to the inkwell. Finally, they couldn't stand any longer, so they piled on top of each other in a mess, their faces distorted by the pressure.
Until the last little thing crawled out of the bottle with difficulty, the group of cats was already stacked higher than the ink bottle. It jumped up from the edge of the bottle, trying to get to the top.
But it slipped and failed. The "hill" suddenly collapsed, and a large group of black cats chirped and rolled all over the table.
Several eyes were about to fall along the edge of the table, and Uriel quickly reached out to catch them one by one.
The black cats deftly jumped back from his hands to the table.
A dark little guy licked the palm of his hand, leaving an ink mark.
It was only then that Uriel came to his senses and realized that these mini cats were probably the ink in the bottle.
And the plugs are mostly pushed out by them.
"How is this done, magic? It's so amazing!" The apprentice looked at the table full of little black cats and forgot what he wanted to do for a moment. He picked up the document on the floor, and the ink stains spilled on the white paper seemed to have run back into the bottle, and he didn't forget to plug it in.
Like Sauron, they seem to be quite intelligent.
Uriel picked up the ink bottle. It was clean inside. He turned it over and saw a cat's head printed as a trademark on the bottom of the bottle, with "Katie" written underneath.
Does Frostleaf Castle use mysterious creatures to carry out daily tasks? The apprentice secretly smacked his lips.
But if the original ink turns into a cat, can it still be used for writing? You can't let them lick it with their tongues. Uriel didn't know much about mystery, but he still knew the common sense that dogs are easier to command than cats. He thought that there wouldn't be much change in the mysterious field...
He was holding the glass bottle and thinking, when he saw a table of little creatures suddenly looking up at him, their dark vertical pupils dilated, with curious expressions on their faces.
Uriel subconsciously took a step back.
What's going on here?
The black cloud-like group of cats dispersed, turning into ink dots, jumping nimbly on tables, seats and collapsed shelves, and finally huddled on the windowsill in furry form. The apprentice even saw the hair floating when the breeze passed by. These little guys had different postures, but they all looked like the real thing.
But there was still one that didn't get through. It grabbed Uriel's clothes and climbed up, returned to the bottle and sat down, its tail still wagging back and forth.
The apprentice didn't quite understand what the black cat meant. With a glimmer of hope, he walked over and plugged in a window.
Immediately afterwards, the black cats jumped up - he lowered his head and saw that every time these little things touched the glass, they turned into a drop of ink again.
The ink droplets flowed and connected in series, becoming exquisite symbols. Uriel could guarantee that he had never seen such beautiful and pleasing calligraphy; they even gradually changed their colors, and the blood-like marks seemed to warn the birds in the sky.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?"
Uriel was surprised and curious. He touched the cat on the inkwell, and the cat rubbed the pads of his fingers, brushing the apprentice's fingers with its soft fur.
"Thank you." He said sincerely. Both are mysterious creatures, but compared to Sauron the Ring, the Cat in the Inkwell seems to be easy to get along with.
The two are basically not at the same level of understanding.
Suddenly, there was a series of footsteps outside the door, mixed with the soft sound of metal collision. They seemed to be guards patrolling the castle. In the past, these knights did not come to the study, but in order to search for the hidden necromancer, their patrol range has also been expanded.
Uriel breathed a sigh of relief, but he hesitated again when he remembered the scene of the undead in the guard hall.
If the visitors are normal guards, everyone will be happy; but if they have become slaves of death, then in such a remote and important place, there is no reason for these corpses to let them go!
While considering the gains and losses, he picked up the sword and approached the door with a gentle step, where a messy wooden frame was leaning over. At this time, the apprentice turned around and saw that the writing on the glass faded little by little and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He cast a grateful glance at the desk.
At the corner of the stairs was the body of Butler Barton. Uriel heard the footsteps without hesitation. The guards did not stop because of the corpse eaters.
Uriel took a deep breath and prepared to attack the moment the knight entered the door.
Apart from this, the apprentice has no other option. If it is true, as Manager Xiu Nuo said, that the undead around the necromancer will behave the same as humans, then the only thing that can be distinguished is physiology.
Undead, to be more precise, are corpses. Corpses do not have the characteristics of living people. They rely on magic power to move.
The apprentice does not need to kill, he only needs to cut open the knight's armor and then he can make a decision.
After doing all this, Uriel took the sword and hid behind the wooden frame. He glanced at the table and suddenly remembered the misfortune of the ring being buried in the ashes. He couldn't help but wrap the ink bottle with the cut curtain and put it in the corner.
The knights stopped in front of the door, and the leader pushed it open.
The guards of Frostleaf Castle are all covered in armor, so it is not easy to hurt the people inside. Uriel thrust out his sword with concentration, and the blade grazed the wrist guard, making a soft ding sound.
He stopped in front of the door with his sword, the blade facing down. The guard was caught off guard and hit the back of the sword. The apprentice immediately withdrew his hand and held the sword with one hand. The extra hand reached forward and pulled the visor fiercely. The knight's The face was immediately exposed!
This series of movements was agile and light. If Uriel had not recovered a little of his magic power, he would never have been able to achieve this even if he had practiced for twenty years.
Under the visor was a pale face, bloodless and lacking in vitality, and the eyes were so stiff and motionless.
It's a corpse eater!
Uriel was well prepared. He used the method he used to deal with Barton, raising his leg and kicking him directly out of the door. In this flash of lightning, he caught a glimpse of the knight who had drawn his sword and was about to slash at him. The next second, the door opened. But it was closed.
If it weren't for the magic power that greatly improved Uriel's physical fitness, the apprentice could guarantee that he would not be able to defeat a single move in the hands of the knight: when he pulled down his lower armor, the battle-hardened guard warrior was already ready to counterattack.
It's a pity that the gap between mysterious creatures and ordinary people is too big, and the conditions for igniting fire are also extremely harsh. Even among the Swift Shadow Legion, there are only a few elites who are mystics.
Uriel's luck was not bad, he turned out to be an ordinary knight. If it were a mysterious person, I might have to ask the inkpot to help.
As long as the opponent's sight is blocked, the knight will most likely open the visor on his own.
