"So, the red vulture has become younger?" Burris asked.

Lott pushed aside the weeds and branches in front, Burris followed behind him with a light ball. A few minutes ago, at Lot's suggestion, the two of them left the wooden house and walked deeper into the forest.

"Yes, he seems to be 18 or 9 years old," Lot said. "I chatted with a few knights on the way here. The red vulture they saw was a middle-aged man, thin and ugly, younger than the same age. People are much older. It is said that the top of his head is completely bald, and there is a ring of red hair stubbornly flowing on the edge of the'Bald Field'..."

"Bald Domain...?" Burris's mouth twitched.

"Oh, this is a word I invented, referring to the occupied area of ​​passive progressive baldness. Actively shaved baldness does not count. For example, your baldness in your eighties surpasses many old men..."

"My lord, we are talking about red vultures..." Burris touched the top of his head affectionately. The thick and soft hair really made people feel safe.

Lott rarely insisted on digressing this time: "Yes, about the red vulture... I just talked with Prince Ranto, and then I heard the brother and sister describe their experience. What they encountered should be the red vulture himself. It's not a relative or offspring. It was the elements of the alien world that changed him, turning him back into the state of the past."

Burris sighed: "Just like you did to me... After all, there is no such power in the world."

Luo Fei said: "So, the source of this dense fog and purgatory element is not the red vulture, but something else. Tarina's loss of control, the red vulture's power fluctuations and appearance changes are all related to that thing."

"Do you know what it is?" Burris asked.

"I have a guess, but it's not necessarily true. We can be sure when we find it." Lott stopped and closed his eyes for a while every time he walked, as if he was locating the target. "What I can be sure of at the moment is that what appears here It’s not that I think the plane is thin, but an ancient creature composed of purgatory elements. Don’t worry, it’s not a devil, and it won’t engage in massacres. The only thing to worry about is that the power of this thing overflows everywhere. Yes, it has had a great impact on human warlocks, and this impact will continue to expand."

Burris thought: "Purgatory creatures...I understand. Mature warlocks are immune to magical spoilers, but only the spoiler elements that exist in the world; now that the purgatory elements appear, the red vulture and Tarina are both affected. Forced infection' is affected. The Red Vulture has the basis for casting spells, so he can slowly coexist with the power of Purgatory, and even take the opportunity to become stronger; and Tarina has not awakened, so she was destroyed and weakened..."

"Yes, that princess is likely to be the same," Lott said. "Her brother is a warlock, but she has never learned to cast spells. This shows that the warlock ability in her body is really weak. Under normal circumstances, her warlock ability Maybe she won't be awakened for a lifetime. Later, she suddenly suffered a'forced infection' because of the purgatory element, not the ordinary spoiler."

"That said, this force has been entrenched in the Lunar Mountains for a long time... The princess has passed away for many years."

"Isn't it? Red Vulture's insanity is also related to this. Because the people of Silver Falcon do not like him, everyone thinks that he is crazy just his business, and no one thinks there are other hidden dangers behind him."

"We have to find that'thing' quickly," Burris said. "If this goes on, those corpses and red vultures may turn into something..."

Lott walked in front, carrying Burris on his back and showing a proud smile-worthy of being my mage, who can understand the point of the matter without me saying more.

"Yes, we have to hurry up..." He stood still again and closed his eyes to locate the target. "The red vulture gained the ability to manipulate the corpse because of the purgatory element, and then thought about it... I'm not sure what he wants to do. It’s nothing more than revenge on Prince Ranto, revenge on the Silver Falcon, anyway, he just wants to do something big. But after all, he is not the real master of power, these aroused corpses are not so easy to control, they are also sucking in the fog The elements are constantly mutating... Eventually, they will become true purgatory creatures. At that time, they will not be'dead', and your necromancer's manipulation skills will not work."

The maharaja is right. Necromantic spells and purgatory magic can both control corpses. Sometimes, the effects of the two seem to be similar, but after all, they are completely two different powers. According to records, purgatory magic transforms the dead into another kind of life.

In ancient times, the monarchs of purgatory often treated other creatures in this way-first killed enemies in war, and then transformed them, turning them into monsters and demons that belonged to purgatory. As a result, the number of the devil army continued to increase, pouring out like a torrent to the world and the realm of the gods. In the end, the gods had to cut off the connection between these planes and let them be exiled and isolated from each other forever...

At that time, human civilization was still quite young, and spells had not yet formed a system. Otherwise, perhaps powerful necromancers could try to compete with demons for corpses...

The ancient purgatory monarch can control the "new life", but the red vulture, who is a human, obviously cannot.

The elements of purgatory treat him the same as the corpse, and if they continue to develop, he is likely to die because he can't bear the spoiler. Because he absorbed a lot of purgatory elements during his lifetime, he will awaken into a body full of power after death, and become a monster that no one can predict... If the corpses also complete the transformation, then the purgatory creatures will return to the world. Falcon has set off an instinctive massacre...

Burris thought, if that’s the point, maybe I can control the red vulture's corpse first after his death... No, with my current spellcasting ability, I probably can't... and I can't count on Black Pine. .

However, Black Pine can do one thing: as a last resort, control all the newly dead bodies in the Silver Falcon, gain control early, and prevent them from being occupied by the purgatory elements.

Looking at the back of the skeleton prince in front of him, Burris came up with another thought: why be so pessimistic? There is a demigod on our side!

The Maharaja gathers three powers: sacred, necromancer, and purgatory. Even if the red vulture awakens into an unprecedented monster, perhaps the bone maharaja can deal with it! For example... rush up and kill it with your mouth?

"What's the matter with you? Uncomfortable?" Lott noticed Burris staggering and turned back quickly.

Burris bowed his head guiltily and squeezed his eyebrows: "No, I'm fine...I'm thinking about things. We drove away a lot of corpses just now, where do they want to go..."

"They have the same purpose as ours," Lott said. "They also want to find the source of power. The closer they are, the more nutrients they can absorb."

With that, he pointed to the front. Burris drove the small ball of light to float past, illuminating a group of living corpses in the fog. The body found the light, and staggered towards them.

"Leave these to me," Lott stood in front of Burris. "Don't go near, don't go forward. I'll tell you why after a while."

"I……"

"You don't need to cast a spell to help, don't come close. If you need to...you can close your eyes."

Burris stood obediently by an old tree, extremely disturbed. Eyes closed? Is it necessary to close your eyes? What hasn't the necromancer seen? He also saw the Bone Maharaja tear the monster with his own eyes more than sixty years ago, and he was not scared at all.

A concrete and huge corpse rushed over, Lott did not evade, letting the corpse strangle his neck. He slowly grabbed the corpse's hands, and with a fierce force, he threw the tall corpse into the air. The corpse's strong arms were torn from the torso.

Lott just dropped the pair of arms, and a few more bodies gathered around. He walked directly into their surroundings, pinched a small one, waved it and tripped the other next to him, and then stomped their heads with iron boots.

Some corpses still didn’t give up trying to attack him, and some wanted to bypass him. Lot didn’t rush to stop, tear them up, and throw them away...it didn’t take long, but the group of corpses fell to the ground. Spilled all over the floor.

Lott threw a head into the bushes in front, and listened to the sound, it seemed that the thing had fallen into a deep valley.

He turned to look at Burris: "Now you understand why I told you not to come close and not to go forward? There is a cliff over there. It is difficult to find it even during the day, and it is even more dangerous at night. If you come over , Maybe you will accidentally roll down."

Burris walked around the pieces of corpses and came to Lot's side: "It's so broken...too broken. How can I clean it up in the future? After the matter is over, the locals will definitely have to bury them again... …"

Lott's expression was complicated: "You are not scared at all..."

"I saw something more intense more than sixty years ago."

"Oh! That's right!" Lott suddenly realized, "Tsk, think about it, even if it hadn't been more than sixty years ago, I guess you wouldn't be afraid... You see more disgusting things. Oh, I understand the truth. But I am still a bit unwilling..."

"What can you not be reconciled to?"

Lott looked down at the mage: "In my heart, there was originally such an illusion... When facing danger, I gently said to you, don't come close, you can close your eyes if necessary... Then I smiled evilly. , Arrogantly rushed into the enemy's encirclement, and the method was extremely terrifying to tear them apart...Then I settled everything and returned to you, but your eyes showed a look of fear! At this time, I returned to my gentle appearance. , Stretched out a hand to you, you subconsciously avoided, I said to you with a wry smile, don’t be afraid, it’s me, I won’t hurt you... Then I touched your face and you looked timidly I, I took the opportunity to hold you in my arms, and continued to comfort you quietly in your ears, and gently stroked your back to calm your tremors..."

Burris was stunned, his thoughts seemed to have returned to an afternoon many years ago:

That day, he saw an exhibitionist in the border town. A man stood on the roof, laughed and took off his pants, posing in various dancing poses, which caused the women on the street to scream...

At this moment, his feelings are almost the same as then: he is not shy, nor afraid of what he sees, he is just very shocked, extremely shocked... Some things, you know you have it, why do you have to expose it? ? !

Lott waited for a while, and found that the mage's expression showed no signs of turning shyness, so he gave up this unrealistic expectation: "Okay...I see. Fantasy is just a fantasy, I can't force it, could it be me? Can't you talk about it? If the long epic of the bard can't be sung, they will also talk about the general development in the future..."

Burris took out a semi-wet paper handkerchief from his pocket, which exudes a fresh plant scent: "Anyway...you...wipe your hands. I will also wipe my hands after touching the corpse."

Lott wiped his hands obediently and brought Burris closer to the cliff in front. This kind of forest rift is indeed very dangerous. It is hidden behind shrubs and looks like ordinary forest vegetation from a distance. People can easily approach without notice and then stomped empty.

Burris drove the ball of light down the cliff, and it didn't see the bottom for a long time. He couldn't see that far, he could only see the light ball in the darkness getting smaller and smaller.

Lott's eyesight is so good that it is different from ordinary people: "It is estimated that there are still many corpses below...we have to go down too."

"The source of the purgatory element is below?" Burris asked.

"Yes. I feel it." After speaking, Lot stretched his shoulders, and the pair of dragon wings that could float slowly appeared on his back. He unceremoniously pulled Burris into his arms, and the two stepped out of the edge of the cliff and began to slowly hover down.