Burris handed Siegfried a handkerchief. Griffon’s eyes were big and his tears were torrential. The hair on his face became a tweet, and the moment the handkerchief touched the eye socket, it was completely wet.

"Don't cry, we don't blame you," Burris stroked the fur of the Griffin softly. "You are a magic creature created in an ancient war. When the war is over, you are hiding in the world... Very good, really, it’s not your fault. Later, someone in the mountains admires you and treats you as a unicorn. It’s not your fault. Don’t cry, you are actually very kind, otherwise you won’t be because of the war. And the pain is falling into a deep sleep..."

Siegfried sobbed, "But... I am still wrong! I am not powerless to war! Actually... Actually I am pretty good, I even killed the devil... I am so good, but I can only watch people. Fighting, I... I don’t know what to do... There are people on both sides of the mountains who worship me, trust me, I have a conscience on either side... And I make mistakes again and again, I hide like an ostrich, thinking Then it's okay. Who knows that I was lost in the dream again, and lost self-control, allowing the purgatory elements in my body to run out to harm the outside world... Of course I was wrong, and my sins cannot be repaid by death..."

Seeing him crying sadly, Burris couldn't help but ask: "Uh... do you know Tarina?"

"Who?"

"It's okay, just just ask. You are a bit like a human I know..."

Could it be said that... after being infested by the crying element, the unawakened warlock would cry all day long? This is an unprecedented new discovery...

Burris decided to talk about business and change the mood of grief: "Now those corpses will not continue to be alienated, will they?"

The tears under Siegfried's feet have already converged into a small puddle: "Well, I am sober, and my strength will no longer flow out."

"Can you control them?" Burris asked. "For example, drive them back to their graves..."

Griffon lowered his head: "I'm afraid it won't work... Their connection with me has been severed. If I want to drive them away, I have to corrode them with purgatory elements again. If I do this, alienation will begin again... This is too risky. Now, if a corpse completes the transformation during this process, it will cause more trouble... Sorry, I will only cause trouble, and I am really useless..."

"It's all right..." Burris quickly touched his head.

The mage looked back at the corpses in the canyon, and his shoulders weakly collapsed. It seems that the only one who cleans up the mess is himself. He asked the Griffin again: "So what about the living? What happens to the living being affected by the elements of purgatory?"

Siegfried said: "The influence will be interrupted, but the alienation that has already occurred will not disappear."

In other words, the red vulture is still very dangerous. Although the body was not resurrected because of him, he still has the ability to control the body. Among his spells, the most dangerous is the emblem magic: kill a person in the birthplace, and then put the emblem on, thirteen days later the corpse will become a puppet of the caster, both IQ and absolute obedience.

This is not a common necromantic spell. Its principles and ideas are very different from those of the regular necromantic school, with a strong witch doctor sacrificial color. It is said that the Xihuang people on the other side of the mountain can also use the dead. Perhaps the red vultures learned this skill from the Xihuang people.

Thinking of this, Burris shouted from a distance: "Sir, should we return to Silver Falcon?"

The Bones Maharaja is sorting the corpse. This job was arranged by Burris, and many of the bodies that jumped down the valley were mutilated. In order to facilitate unified control in the future, they should be placed as neatly as possible now.

Seeing Lot coming by, Siegfried lowered his head obediently. Burris didn't know their relationship at all, thinking it was a necessary respect and gratitude to the demigods.

Lott supported Siegfried with one hand: "Isn't the matter over? We found the source of everything."

"It's far from over," Burris shook his head. "The Red Vulture may be against the Prince's family at any time."

"You are so responsible..."

"Of course. Do you know how many orders Silver Falcon Castle places in my factory each year?"

"Very convincing." Lott grabbed Siegfried's hair and leaped over, riding on the back of the Griffin and reaching out to Burris, "Come on."

Burris looked at the tall animal back: "The Griffin must never appear in front of ordinary people!"

"I know," Siegfried said actively, "I will try to hide as much as possible. And I can illusion. If someone sees me accidentally, they will think I am a white Pegasus with long horns..."

Well, Burris finally understood how the unicorn rumors came about. He added: "Also, after leaving the valley, we have to take a look at the wooden house. I want to make sure that Tarina's situation has not deteriorated..."

As he said, he grabbed the fur on the waist of the Griffon to climb up, and Lot immediately stopped him: "No! You sit in front of me."

"why?"

"I can hold you when you sit in the front...No, it's actually because you are shorter than me. If you sit in the back, your vision will be blocked by me..."

"Block it, I'm not responsible for the flight of the command seat..." Burris just didn't want to sit in the front. Rather than being hugged, he would rather hug others by himself... at least he hugged more upright.

At this time, Siegfried said, "Master, you should sit in front of him. You are lighter than him, and it is better to sit like this... This will help me maintain my balance while flying."

Now that Griffin himself had suggested so, Burris had to hold the hand of the Bone Maharajah, climb up and sit in front of him.

In fact, griffins do not have this particularity... and real griffins are not for people to ride. They only carry cubs of the same kind who can't fly, or at best they are willing to help people carry some things for a fee. "Riding a Griffin" is just a scene imagined by mankind.

From a higher sight, Burris's hair was tied behind his head, revealing reddish ears, the hood of the cloak was stacked on his shoulders and neck, and the thin white neck was looming. The Bone Maharaja held his arms in his arms with satisfaction, his mouth couldn't close with a smile.

The Griffin rose into the air, slowly circling out of the canyon. Siegfried is the creation of the Bone Maharaja, as long as he is not far away, he can receive the Maharaja's instructions directly in his mind.

The maharaja said to him just now: Say something, let the mage sit in front.

Now the maharaja told him: fly more steadily, don't let the mage feel dizzy, but you can go faster when going up and down, so that I have the opportunity to hold tighter.

The crimson griffin obeyed the order silently. It seems that the master likes this human mage very much. This is very good. I hope the master can successfully keep the mage with him.

Siegfried also liked this mage very much. He was so kind and wise, just like the gentle elders in a human family, like the smiling mushroom-picking grandfather back then.

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In the mansion of the lord of Silver Falcon, the "little beauty" finally woke up.

He was lying on a large bench soft enough to trap people, the cushions smelling of hyacinth and black currant. He hesitantly opened the thin and suitable pearl velvet blanket, and found that his coarse cloth robe and old wool cloak were gone, replaced by a champagne-colored silk pajamas.

He sat up and stepped his bare feet on the whole piece of plush real sheepskin floor mats. On the mats were a pair of shell-colored satin-embedded indoor shoes with gold threads, which were just right for his size. On the back of the chair, there is a black velvet home robe inlaid with gold edges. The texture is so soft that you want to bury your face. A card is placed on the robe and a few words of sour and fake greetings are written. It means that the clothes are specially prepared for him.

He stood up with the high back of the recliner, put on his robe, and looked at the whole room in a daze.

An exaggerated scream came from the door: "Oh my God! You are awake!"

Nollard walked in with snacks and tea in person: "You have a low fever, don't move, you should sit down...better lie down."

Rose Green was a little dizzy. He didn't say a word for a long time, but stared blankly at the prince's eldest son.

He knew Norad, but Norad didn't know him.

He also knows this room. This is the warmest living room in the castle. Sniger often sits on the bench by the window to read or embroider.

Roussey lived alone in the mountains for many years, but later found the opportunity to return to the castle. He helped Prince Ranto a lot during the battle, and the Prince had to agree to let him return to the castle and continue to hold a small official position.

After living in the castle, Roussey could hardly leave his room. On the one hand, because the prince did not allow it, on the other hand, he could hardly go out.

From the later stage of the battle, strange elements gradually invaded his body. This makes him muddled every day, and almost no day can be passed without pain. The more alien elements invade, the more blurred and confused his thinking, but if he tries to use other spells to block the influence, he will be tortured by sharp pain and weakness...

They made his power fluctuate irregularly, and made him describe haggard and madness... For a period of time, Roussey didn't even remember the events before the battle. The more mad he was, the less the prince dared to let him see people. At that time, he often talked madly, and the prince was afraid that he would reveal the identity of the princess.

Prince Ranto has always wanted to get Rossi away, but he has not been charged with a good charge. After all, Luo Sai is one of the heroes of the Battle of Luoyue Mountain, and his reputation for treating his comrades harshly is really not good.

Later, Roussey went crazy in public and cursed Tarina with ridiculous remarks. The prince finally found a chance to drive him out of the city.

At that time, no one remembered the name of this warlock.

Everyone laughed at his sloppy embarrassment and called him the red vulture.

After returning to the mountain, the changes in Roussey continued.

Those elements are like ghosts in his bones. They make him stronger and freeze him to death. And he is becoming more and more dependent on that element... He has begun to learn to seek happiness from it, so that the pain is gradually reduced. Finally, he completely gave up the struggle and simply opened up his body and mind, allowing the alien elements to embrace this skin.

Later, a miracle happened. The alien elements reshaped him, changed his body back to what it was when he was young, and gave him a lot of new power... He almost felt that he was no longer a warlock, he was more like... more like him A creature that my mentor once mentioned, a creature from purgatory...

By the way, his mentor is dead. During the Battle of Luoyue Mountain, Luo Sai once again saw the old warlock from the Western Wilds, but unfortunately, they were enemies at this time.

The old warlock died in the burning sand. He is right, he just has a little more control power experience than Roussey, in fact, Roussey is much stronger than him.

Although his strength has increased, Roussie's control of alien elements is not stable enough. When casting spells, he often doesn't control the fluctuations well and burdens himself. This is the case just now. He was too weak, passed out in the alley, and then woke up in the familiar castle...

While Rossi thought about this, Norad kept chattering. He said as he stuffed the teacup into Roussey's hands, held Roussey's hands to warm him, and tried to feed the shortbread cookies into Roussey's mouth by himself... In Norad's view, this delicate and soft The little beauty seemed very depressed, absent-minded no matter what she heard. However, it seemed that the beauty was not disgusted with his touch, which made him ecstatic, and he simply stretched out his hand to embrace Rossi's shoulder.

"Good?" Norad squeezed the shoulder of the red-haired beauty.

Rossi didn't hear what he said at all, but looked at him blankly.

Norad looked back at these big clear eyes intoxicated: "I mean, it's dangerous outside, so just stay with me first, okay? If you have family, I can send someone to take them together. ..."

Rossi shook his head: "I have no family... they are all dead. No one is with me."

"That's great!" Norad blurted out, and quickly changed his words, "Uh, I didn't mean that... I mean, this is really unfortunate, it's great that you can meet me in time. You stay here Come on, I will definitely protect you!"

Rossi's eyes were confused and fragile, almost like a bird whose feathers were soaked in a storm. Norad involuntarily moved closer, his cheeks almost stained with the heat of Roussey's low-grade fever.

The prince's eldest son took Rossi's hand and tentatively lowered his head to kiss him.

The warlock smiled imperceptibly, closed his eyes, and met his lips.