Late at night, the prince's eldest son, Norad, was reading a document. A maid appeared in front of the door with light steps. Just about to say something, Norad raised his head a little nervously: "Why are you here? Could it be..."

The maid owed her body: "Yes, Your Highness. The guest is awake. You have explained that if he wakes up, he must notify you immediately."

Norad immediately got up and followed the maid through the porches. On the way, he kept asking about the recent situation of the "guests", and the maid replied one by one in a low voice. Norad's face flushed, his eyes brightened, and the thumping heartbeat almost covered the maid's voice.

They walked around in a complex structure, and came to a deep passage. At the end of the passage, in front of the double door stood two guards, including a local army mage. The guards saluted Norad silently and opened the door for him.

Norad told the guards not to enter the house no matter what happens after a while. After speaking, he rushed in eagerly and went straight into the suite inside.

He stopped in front of the four-poster bed with the dark red curtain, tidied up his appearance, calmed his breath, walked forward with a smile on his face, and slowly opened the curtain...

The red-haired beauty half-closed her eyes, lying among the down cushions and silk products, with her long hair spread on the champagne-colored pillow, like a soft and gorgeous morning glow, her slender wrists are placed outside the duvet, and the thin, hard lines sink in. In the soft cloth, it makes people feel sour and sweet...

"You finally came back." Norad sat on the edge of the bed.

Warlock Rose Green opened his eyes weakly: "Why are you? I want to see Prince Ranto..."

Norad picked up a strand of his hair and put it to his mouth: "You fell in the wilderness, and my caravan found you. They all knew I was looking for a young man with red hair. It was sent to me...If they hand you over to my father, he will not let you go easily. What awaits you is a dark prison, not this comfortable and warm bed..."

"Fuck you, so **** flirt with me!" Roussie gritted his teeth, "I have something to discuss! Take me to see Prince Ranto!"

Norad's face sank: "Rose...Do you really love my father so much? Can't I?"

As he said, he deceived him, put his hand on the red vulture, and put the thin warlock under him: "You will die of this heart, you will never see him again! Even if you see him, you will again What do you want to do? Do you want to try to win his favor? It won’t be successful, he has never loved you! By the way, this is my private house, I am very rich, so the house is very big, you can’t run away Go out!"

As Norad spoke, he grabbed the warlock's wrists and pressed them against the pillows. "Have you noticed? You wear delicate silver bracelets on both hands..." He rubbed the skin that was in contact with the chain with his thumb, "Remember the special shackles that the mage provided us? You can’t cast spells... Once I was confused and let you go, and the shackles were also thrown on the mountain by you. Later, I asked someone to make the shackles into a bracelet. In this way, I don’t need to restrain your beautiful hands. You stay with me..."

Luo Sai angrily scolded: "Damn, I'm your uncle!"

"So what? You seduce me first!" Norad pulled the Warlock's wrists over his head with one hand, leaned down, and put the other hand into his tights.

"Are you mentally retarded?" The Red Vulture struggled, "I really have something to talk about! Otherwise I won't go back to this ghost place! Listen, call your father, and contact the Master Master who lives in the south. Rees Gelshaw...I don’t have a Griffon feather in my hand, so I can’t directly send him a message... Listen carefully to me! This is very important! There was an accident on the Frost Plain, and I had to work hard to escape! The countries around the Khiva River will not believe me, so I have to place my hope on Prince Ranto...little bunny! Stop it! Take your bad paws away!"

Norad raised his head with a deliberately evil smile: "What if I can't stop it?"

The warlock looked at him indifferently: "I want you to get out of bed immediately and find me a set of decent clothes including pants, and then you can go to your father quickly or take me there. Otherwise, I Burn out your hair first, then burn out the hair under you, and finally burn your life roots into **** and throw them into the hut!"

Rou Sai was born in the countryside and mountains, and when he was angry, he was not very elegant. Norad was shocked for a while and felt that he could not be softened. He brewed for a while and made a tough expression: "Don't be afraid, I am a gentle lover. But the premise of gentleness is that you don't play with fire..."

"Oh, I'll play it for you." Rosey's lips curled up.

Norad smelled a faint burnt smell, and then there was a burning pain in his back, and the braids on the back of his head began to burn from the ends and were spreading toward the top of his head! He screamed out of the bed, rolled around on the floor, grabbed the stepping blanket over his head, and fluttered on his back like a tortoise that couldn't turn over...

The fire in his hair was extinguished somehow, and then his pants burned again. The fire is not big, it looks like a small punishment and a big punishment, but the burning position is really important.

Norad slapped his legs between his legs, hissing and crying as he patted, "I'm wrong! Don't burn it! I'm sorry! Uncle! I'm wrong! I'll report to you!"

The red vulture sneered, and made a grasping gesture with both hands, extinguishing the flames on his nephew: "I heard that you spent some time in the mage's school? It seems that their school is not good. As your uncle, I I will teach you a point. If you grind the handcuffs that inhibit the casting of spells into something else, the spell materials in the metal will be invalid and the anti-magic effect will be gone. Thank you for the bracelets you sent me. They don’t have any other than good looks. Other uses."

Norad huddled up on the ground, turned his back to check the key parts. The Red Vulture urged: "Don't look, I didn't really hurt you. Go to Prince Ranto and tell him that something happened to Frost Plain, and then tell him I'm going to contact Burris Gelshaw, and he will realize it. The importance of."

Norad nodded desperately and ran out while tying his pants. The guards at the door looked at each other, wondering what tricks the master had played with the warlock, it ended so quickly, and so embarrassed...

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Burris and Lot returned to the tower and appeared in the new circle drawn when they left. The circle was glowing red, which meant that all the magic in the tower was severely disturbed.

Lott opened the door and was taken aback. A brick wall appeared outside the door, blocking the door tightly.

Burris approached the brick wall and touched it: "It's an illusion. We just go out directly."

Lott was still worried. He wouldn't let Burris go first, and he had to try it before he was relieved to ask Burris to come out.

Not only this room, but now the structure inside the tower has completely changed. There should be a wall where the stairs should be, a wooden door where there should be corners, the spiral staircase is twisted into an angle that cannot be walked, and the floating saucers are floating everywhere. The correct stop is not found.

"Some are illusions, some are not," Burris judged. "Sir, do you remember the facilities in the tower clearly?"

Lott shook his head: "I don't know if I remember it clearly..."

"In short, everything that was originally present in the tower, but is now in a disorderly position, I can be sure that they are all illusions. For example, floating saucers--" Burris stepped directly into the air, but did not fall. He still successfully stepped on it. On the preset floating dish, "It has not changed its position, it is still here. There is also the wall over there. It has not changed its position, but it looks like it has changed. If you remember the original structure of the tower, just There should be no mistakes when walking in the original way."

"That's okay. So what are not illusions?"

Burris pointed to a high door: "I don't have a door made of maple in my tower. Something like this that blends in with the environment but has never appeared before should have been made by some kind of alteration spell. But. , The distance is too far, I can't observe carefully..."

Lott said: "Then I will take it down and give it to you." As he said, he spread out the pair of unusable wings and slowly floated towards the high door.

"Be careful!" Burris shouted from below.

"Don't worry, I am immune to most magic, even if it burns, it won't hurt me."

Lot floated to the door and took the handle. He wanted to open the door first, and then tore it off with brute force. The door opened inward. When opening the door, he also leaned half of his body inward. At this moment, another outwardly opened door appeared out of thin air, pushing Lot into the inner door at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. In, then closed tightly with a bang.

Burris' reaction was fast enough. As the door closed, he emitted a ray, which tore open the door and the wall, but there was no sign of Lott inside.

Both doors are fake, while the wall is real. Burriston was frustrated, and in desperation, he even pulled out a hole in the tower himself.

However, thanks to this destructive ray, even without close observation, he could clearly see the composition of the false door-the blood-sucking vine cluster.

The blood-sucking vine comes from alien studies, necrology and illusion studies, and it can be regarded as a product of cross-study of schools. Its most well-known feature is entanglement and absorption of life, and another feature is its ability to entangle into groups to form the shape of a particular object.

For example, the mage can summon vampire vines in the banquet hall, disguise them as large carpets, or make them appear in someone's bedroom to form a closet. After the shaping is completed, the mage "sticks" a simple color-changing spell on its exterior. It has a clear entity, does not belong to ordinary illusions, and is not easily detected by simple detection methods. It can lurch in unexpected places, waiting for the victim to approach unknowingly.

Now there are not only ordinary illusions in the tower, but also vampire vines, as well as random portals that distort the space. Fortunately, Lot has a special physique, so he will not be sucked into life. In the past, Burris had done many experiments on his magic immunity, so he had a bottom line.

However, Lott is not unaffected. He is immune to "magic damage", but not to "physical consequences of magic". He can be teleported and can grasp magical creations. If he attacks him and a mountain with arcane lightning, he will not be damaged by lightning, but It may be hit by a cracked mountain...

In other words, although the blood-sucking vine can't hunt him, it can restrict his actions through isolation or entanglement, and may even cause certain physical damage to him.

Burris recalled the scene of the Maharaja tearing the corpse in the mountains...Thinking about it, you shouldn't worry too much. The blood sucking vine is not strong. If Lot can tear the corpse with his bare hands, he can also tear it with his bare hands.

As for the random portal, this thing is improved from the semi-finished product of the teleportation circle. It can only be connected to a closer place, and will not bring the target too far. I don’t know where Lott was teleported to, how long it will take to tear things all the way back...

Burris made his face calm and let the floating dish move downward.

He walked through the walls of illusionism and removed seven or eight furnishings disguised as vampire vines. As he approached the lower and middle floors of the tower, he heard the fierce roar of Count Hrolf.

He prepared a few attack spells, stepped onto the corridor, and followed the sound. The dog bark originated from a library, Burris walked in, and saw the bookshelves crooked, books scattered all over the floor, Earl Herroff was trapped in the corner by the force field ball, and was madly grabbing the transparent shield.

Burris followed the dog's sight and saw Hey Pine sitting on top of the unfallen bookshelf.

"You are not a black pine." Burris looked at it.

The elf raised his mouth, his eyes filled with chill: "Yes, I am not a black pine, and you are not a ‘Kreve’. It’s been a long time, my student."