The Rise of the Cemetery

The smooth sailing along the way made Karthus arrogant and arrogant. For such an important magic ceremony, he didn't arrange any concealing spells in advance. whereabouts.

"Since your Excellency knows my identity, why didn't you inform those fellow wizards instead of calling me here?" Karthus finally asked the biggest question in his heart.

"Wizard partner? Haha..." The old wizard seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and he laughed backwards and forwards: "Speaking of it, my identity may not be more noble than your intruder identity. Those guys heard me I'm afraid they will rush to take my head and burn my research. Are they my partners?..."

Karthus swallowed dryly, and spread his hands wordlessly.

Got it, really got it. It turns out that the old wizard in front of him is a heresy that can appear in every plane!

In fact, the so-called heresies are imposed by the ruling class who occupy the main body of the plane world. A more accurate term should be called free researchers or crazy scholars.

Seriously speaking, in fact, they are the scholars who truly believe in "knowledge is everything". They may not pay attention to the training of various spellcasting skills, nor the gathering of extraordinary power, but they are most interested in the source of power that caused all this.

Therefore, in the Kingdom of God, they are heretics, heretics, and even more hateful guys than unbelievers, while in Klein Continent, they have another name, arcane scholars.

Arcane scholars are committed to elevating the study of magic to a discipline level. They are not interested in developing new spells and discovering the special uses of spells, but trying to understand the basic process of spell formation and the internal working principles of spell models , and these are the foundations of all magical constructions.

According to legend, the reason why so many magical items that surpassed the limit of future generations' imagination can emerge in the Arcane Empire is related to the appearance of a large number of arcane scholars. In the early days of the Arcane Empire, it was really a turbulent era of innovation!

Knowing this part of the information from the Arcane Empire materials compiled by the Lord of the Cemetery early on, Karthus instantly understood the situation of the old wizard in front of him. As rare prophets and seers in this plane, the existence of these guys is to leverage the roots of the gods, and of course they will be excluded and attacked by all believers.

I have to say that the God of Wizards is still very tolerant, and he can tolerate such a pagan dying of old age calmly! In other kingdoms of gods, all the heretics would probably have been burned to death long ago.

Somehow, the same situation actually resonated with two creatures from different planes. As a result, the two spellcasters who had found a common language got together happily and began to exchange topics and knowledge they were interested in.

Although the old wizard came from a secondary main plane, hundreds of years of in-depth research on the original source of witchcraft still gave him a deeper understanding of magic and the basic principles of it. An expert in the metamagic arts, the elder wizard casts witches that are more powerful, last longer, and can be cast more quickly than those of an equivalent spellcaster. Therefore, in this kind of communication, Karthus's super magic skills have made rapid progress.

Just one night of communication allowed Karthus to obtain the advancement of spell analysis. And what he paid was only the plane geometry theory and advanced magic mathematics that are common in Klein Continent. For this kind of magic theory that only knows what it is but does not know why, out of respect for the old wizard, Karthus still carefully explained and analyzed it in detail, and combined his personal experience from crossing multiple planes. The basic principles of plane tectonics.

These precious Klein plane knowledge systems are thousands of years ahead of the wizarding world, and it stands to reason that they should not be so easily passed on to this potential enemy who has always been plain. Feeling the flame of life in the old wizard's body, even Karthus, a selfish utilitarian, rarely gave up any selfish distractions, taught him everything, and put himself at the bottom of the box All the magic knowledge and concepts are fully explained.

He spoke earnestly and listened piously, just like a pair of mentors and apprentices who teach and teach. The two kept asking and answering, and they completely outlined the foundation of a material plane in this old and dilapidated wooden house. Architectural model and operating principles.

Both of them were immersed in this kind of fanaticism similar to preaching, completely ignoring the passage of time. When the eastern sky gradually turned white, Karthus stopped his eloquent preaching, and stared complicatedly at the motionless old wizard, who seemed to be in deep thought, and fell silent for a long, long time...

At that moment just now, the old wizard who supported him all night finally came to the end of his life, and passed away peacefully on the eve of dawn.

Karthus reached out and gently closed the eyes of the old wizard. At this moment, the dracolich, who had killed countless people and was regarded as a peerless monster by the world, even his hands began to tremble.

For the first time, and possibly the only time in his life, he had some kind of respect and identification with this fragile short-lived species of human beings. Compared with the profligate life of the long-lived species, this short-lived bloom of life is more brilliant and colorful, and it has a longer aftertaste.

Karthus quietly left the wooden house where the old wizard lived in seclusion, without touching a single book or paper inside. Even before leaving, he respectfully closed the broken wooden door. In his heart, he may also hope that when the next visitor pushes open the wooden door, he can find the most precious treasure of this plane-knowledge inside!

In the morning, Karthus left Maplewood Town in a carriage, far away from this place that left him with deep memories amidst the sparkling noises.

Next stop, Keslinburg.

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It was clear.

All kinds of noisy noises sounded outside the thatched cottage again, and the most ear-piercing one was the loud noise of little Enmir kicking the gate violently.

Little Enmir was only 11 years old this year, but he was also strong and strong, almost as tall and burly as an adult. Every morning, he wakes up the occupants with this mischievous savagery.

"Get up... Come out quickly. Damn wild girl, why don't you hurry up and fetch water for cooking, are you going to starve me to death?"

If he wasn't afraid of being suffocated to death by the stuffy smell in the thatched cottage, he would have rushed in and dragged that lazy "cousin" out to beat him up. No matter how much dust Sira smeared on her face, that shapely and slender figure still made little Enmir covetous. If it wasn't for the goddamn father who kept talking about not being allowed to play with women before the age of 12, I'm afraid little Enmir could not help but do it long ago.

"I'll be 12 years old in another year. At that time, I can..." Little Enmir's rough face full of flesh flashed the evil that is unique to coloring wolves: "But you must wash her well before playing." Take a bath... By the way, I have to find a way to kill that annoying little John. He seems to always come to this Saila secretly, so I can't let him spoil my good deeds!"

The thatched house shook violently, amidst the creaking and tooth-piercing sound, it seemed that it would suddenly fall over the next moment.

Saila's consciousness drifted in a noisy and terrifying world, where there were the sounds of chirping and eating everything, and a strange and inexplicable force surged in her body, which was imbued with countless tiny horrible lives. Yes, it was these tiny life forms that made Sera fear the most!

During the magic ceremony last night, although Saila had lost consciousness, her innate tenacious will and the natural awe of the destructive species made her retain some vague memories of the strange things in the second half of the ceremony.

So, she knew ignorantly that there were some bad things in her body. But what those things are, she doesn't know!

The dust storm caused by the violent shaking of the thatched hut caused Sierra to cough violently. Suddenly, she sat up from the wet and cold ground, rubbed her forehead with her hands and moaned loudly.

Hearing the movement inside, little Enmir's movements became more violent, and the broken gate had already tilted severely inward, revealing the figure of Saila sitting cross-legged in confusion in the thatched hut.

"Damn stinky woman, hurry up to fetch water and cook, if I still can't have a steaming breakfast in a quarter of an hour, you will be whipped!"

After threatening with his fists, little Enmir turned around and went back to the wooden house satisfied, leaving only poor Saila who had just escaped from the horror world.

After hesitating for a moment, Saila barely stood up while supporting the ground.

The Midnight Nightmare, which she believed in just now, was defeated by the ruthless reality in an instant. Saila quickly regarded all that as a nightmare, and shook her head and left it behind.

Randomly grabbed a few handfuls of unhulled oats in the cloth pocket and swallowed them frantically, and then Sara walked out of the hut with her thin body shaking.

Before the sun was up, Saila finally filled the huge water tank and started to make breakfast for the family occupied by the dove nest. Although guarding the full bread, sausage, and bacon, she couldn't taste half a mouthful. Even with such hard work, it is still difficult to satisfy some people. Therefore, when Aunt Ankenai with a ferocious face and a thick waist like a water tank rushed to her side with heavy footsteps that shook the ground and was beaten violently, Saila could only hug her head and curl up in the corner trembling.

It's just strange that today's beatings were much gentler than in the past. Those fists and sticks that landed on the back of the shoulders didn't hurt as much as imagined, and even caused Saila's illusion for a while, and looked up at the berserk aunt in shock.

It was this glance that aroused Aunt Ankenai's furious anger. Of course, her son and husband's thoughtfulness could not be hidden from her. Out of the consideration of defending her family status, she wished to kill this unsightly person who should have gone with her father as soon as possible.

A rough wooden stick with a lot of burrs hit Saila's forehead, and winding blood streams flowed down the beautiful face in an instant. The spout of blood even splashed into Aunt Ankenai's bloody mouth, causing her to vomit several times.

Sai La seemed to have been beaten, she still looked around in a daze and dazedly, stretched out her hand to stain some dark red blood bubbling, and looked at it strangely in front of her eyes.

It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore.

In her confused perception, the feeling of pain is rapidly subsiding, replaced by a burning hunger. Even looking at Aunt Ankenai's thick arms waving in front of her eyes, she felt the urge to take a bite.

What is wrong with me?

Sierra thought helplessly and confused!