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Chapter 35. The Mage Tower (2)

"Mr. Wei!"

The girl's fatigue seemed to be wiped out at this moment, and she looked at Cyril in surprise:

"How did you show up here!"

"It's not important, what's going on?" Cyril looked up at the height of the place where three mages were forming a two-on-one situation. At this moment, no one could do anything to anyone.

On the other side of the two, one of the mages majored in the auxiliary department, while the other was also in the low-level earth department with poor aggressiveness. It is probably the instructor of the apprentices of the mages in the academy, and was temporarily ordered to come out to save the venue.

The other one was shrouded in thick black mist, unable to see clearly, and was surrounded by dark blue flames, like small shields.

Cyril couldn't help frowning.

Even if you can't see the original appearance of that guy, Cyril could tell from the surrounding mist that he was a genuine necromancer—

"How could a necromancer appear in the North Wind Tower?"

He lowered his head and asked Mia.

"Yes, it's Morris, he suddenly became like this-"

——Morris' "etching" did not work for Mia. This spell that belongs to the necrotic system cannot be controlled by the living, but Morris obviously is not aware of this.

Mia only saw that after he recited that spell, a dazzling light suddenly appeared under the mage's robe on his chest. Then Morris covered his neck in pain and pulled a chain of gray gems out of his collar - that was the source of the light.

"You mean, he was wearing a necklace with gems, and it was the stone that made him like this?"

Cyril quickly searched in his memory for the famous treasures in the necro creatures whether there are gems that correspond to this phenomenon.

It is not strange that a mage practices necromantic spells at the same time. After all, it has to be admitted that necromantic spells have many advantages. The so-called power itself has no good or evil, and it only depends on its user. Cyril fully agrees with this.

But if the human mage is forcibly transformed into a necromancer - no, it should be called "necromancer" - then there is only one such treasure in Cyril's memory.

"Corrupted Orb." He murmured the name of that thing, "He was wearing fragments of the Corrupted Orb-"

More than a hundred years ago, the La Rochelle dynasty changed, and it was the time when the undead invaded again.

At first, a team of skeleton soldiers crossed the Maitland Mountains and fought with La Rochelle's border guards. After annihilated the skeletons, there was a crystal ball with a strange quality in the trophy. The border guards didn't care much and brought it back to the fortress together.

However, the day after the crystal ball was brought back to the fortress, a strange plague spread inside the fortress. The sick people will be in a coma for two to three days, and when they wake up, they can no longer communicate with humans, and they will even take the initiative to bite humans, whether they are family or friends.

That is, the so-called walking zombies.

Although the fortress was closed in time, some residents fled outside. The only thing that can be thankful is that the northern border is vast and sparsely populated, and the plague has not been widely spread.

But even so, the residents of at least three towns will be denied.

Later, the royal mages of La Rochelle found the source of the plague, which was the crystal ball, the corrupt orb, brought back by the border guards.

Just as the mages were about to destroy it, a lich suddenly appeared and swept away the corrupted orb. After a fierce battle, the swordsman Browning Weisconti sacrificed his life to kill the lich-

"Vesconte cut through the butterfly wings, and he vowed to kill the lich north of the ice field.

The sword named "Dielan" carries endless glory, and the sin of the plague is shattered in the tower.

The dying swordsman raised the dirty sword high and penetrated it through his body.

The sacred wizard chants ancient poems and sets up an eternal purification barrier in the light curtain...

——"Records of La Rochelle's Northern Frontier·Corruption Pearl Scroll·Act Seven""

Cyrill clearly remembers the relevant descriptions in the game, and searching for details from the complicated texts in the book is a necessary part of [The Road to Race].

The corrupted orb was defeated by a swordsman named Browning Weisconte more than a hundred years ago, and sealed it under the "tower" with his body so that the "plague" in it would no longer pollute the land in the northern border.

The swordsman and his family left a brilliant mark in the history of La Rochelle. Although it was only a flash in the pan, his achievements were enough to be remembered. However, as time passed, this not-so-old family completely disappeared from the eyes of the world, and it is unknown whether the inheritance was cut off.

But these past history are not important. Cyril only remembers the effect of corrupting the beads, which is to "corrupt the filthy". It transforms the creature into the dead, corrupts its spirit and dirtyes its body.

If targeted at players, it would probably be a large number of DEBUFFs and rapid loss of life. Fortunately, it did not appear in the thirteenth year of La Rochelle's struggle, otherwise La Rochelle would probably collapse faster-

After all, this treasure that continues to kill creatures on a large scale is even more effective than the "Death Ripple" spell of the high-level lich. If it is carried by a deceased knight, the consequences may be...

etc?

Cyril seemed to have captured something in his mind, but just as he wanted to go deeper, a sound suddenly came from his arms, interrupting his thoughts:

"Mr. Wei, can you put me down? I will protect myself. Mentor Heyman and Mentor Martin are almost unable to hold on—"

Mia Christian said with a slightly red cheek. Cyril then realized that the girl had been hugged in front of him.

If it weren't for it, he might not have been able to hold this mage girl who was a little taller than himself, but the power bonus brought by turning into a knight was enough to make him ignore these things.

He quickly helped Mia to the wall and asked her to sit down, then raised his head to look at the battle situation above.

As Mia said, the two mages are in danger now. Cyril just changed his mind and Mom Morris, who had become necromancers, suddenly burst out, and large groups of black clouds burned flames and smashed them at the two mages in a series.

If the two mages were not both defensive and auxiliary specialists, and they supported each other to use skills such as "Atmospheric Shield" and "Body Protecting Stone Skin" alternately, they would probably have fallen like the mage who fell before.

"Where are the high-level mages? Necromancers dance in their hometown, so they don't come and take care of them?"

"It is said that Lovisa, Alderney and several fortresses suddenly asked for a large number of mages to support. The senior mages were almost half gone except those who were locked in the confinement room to study magic..."

Mia's explanation made Cyril completely cut off the plan of supporting a high-level mage for a while.

He took a deep breath, untied the Cross Eagle Knight's shield on his back, held it in his left hand, and held the Silver Blade Knight's standard sword tightly with the other hand.

Immediately afterwards, he looked up at the necromancer who was transforming into a spell turret bombardment several meters away, and his legs were filled with strength.

charge!
Chapter completed!
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