Yrill put a hand on Burris's shoulder and squeezed hard. In the past, whenever he comforted students and servants with "you are my best man", he would always press their shoulders like this. The students and servants have an emblem on their shoulders. He uses this emblem to protect them from the experimental monsters. After he dies, the emblem will become a death penalty order, and the monsters he left behind will be attached. Pursue and kill those survivors.

Burris has personally experienced the effect of the emblem, so this shoulder pressing is not only unkind to him, but also a little disgusting.

He stepped back and avoided the elf's hand: "Teacher, forget it, it's useless if you want the power of the Black Lake Divine Region."

Yylil frowned: "It's useless? The power of God's Domain is unimaginable for mortals, how could it be useless?"

Burris said: "I mean, you don’t have a clear goal, and you can’t do any meaningful research. After you gain strength, you just want to torture and scare people more, attacking towns and cities one by one. After that, you don’t do anything, you don’t even bother to collect taxes, so you like to kill people at will, enjoy their awe and so on... Seriously, what's the point? The dragon kidnapped the princess and wanted to get married. Well, you are not as constructive as the dragon in this respect."

Illil snorted coldly: "It seems that you have forgotten my teachings. The pursuit of strength is the meaning!"

Burris said: "Teacher, you have fallen into two fallacies. First, I have not forgotten your teachings. I have never agreed with this kind of teachings. Second, what you pursue is not strength, but bullying. Pleasure. Teacher, if time can come back and you can go back to childhood, I suggest you don’t choose to be a mage. You should hone your body, find a relatively closed village, and go there for local ruffians."

Illil turned pale with anger, and Burris was a little worried that he would anger Heishong's body. Now neither of them can harm each other with spells, but Yylil was eager to vent his anger, so he couldn't help using the most basic way-raising his hand and slapped it.

The movement of the mage is small and it is not difficult to dodge, but Burris is also a mage, so his dodge movements are not very dexterous. He stepped back diagonally and accidentally bumped into the corner of the table. He rubbed his lower back and didn't mind the little pain. Playing tricks made him very happy. He had accumulated a lot of grievances before he was twenty, and now it seems that they are gradually relieved.

Illil gritted his teeth: "Burris, you really have changed! You have become so disgusting and glib...who did you learn from?"

As soon as his voice fell, there was a loud bang in the room, and a big hole was smashed into the wall of the study. Outside the cave is a tuft of ripped blood-sucking vines, as well as several fake furniture and fake shield guards made by illusions. Along with heavy footsteps, a tall and hideous figure walked into the study.

The Bone Lord passed through many obstacles and finally returned to Burris. He changed back to his original form, with dark fire swaying in his eye sockets, gray-black bat wings half-opened on his back, **** ripples on his scales, and red light flashing in the gaps in the black corners, like dark flowing lava.

He stood between the elf and Burris, and said in a low, hoarse voice: "Of course he... he learned it from me!"

Burris stuck his head out of his back and patted his arm: "My lord, this is not a question that must be answered..."

The Bone Maharaja took a few steps forward, and Yylil quickly backed away, all the way back to the bookshelf. He cowered in action, but his expression became more and more excited. He opened his eyes and looked at the Bones Maharaja, and said excitedly: "Odettea introduced you to me. It's an honor to meet you!"

"What did you do to Odette..." The joints of the Maharaja's hands clicked, and the fire in his eyes shrank into a small and bright spot.

Yylil slowly floated up again and sat on the top of the bookshelf. Burris murmured: The teacher sat on the cabinet when hiding the dog, and sitting on the cabinet when hiding the demigod.

"It's not just Odette," Illil said, "and Augustia, and Siegfried... They are all my guests. Of course, so are the wizard wizards."

As he said, he raised his right hand and looked at Burris: "My student, please comfort your ally, so that he will not be aggressive and listen to me. Otherwise..."

Click. There was a very small sound in the air, like the sound of flowers being broken. The little finger of the elf's right hand crooked to the outside of his palm, hanging down at an unnatural angle.

Yylil showed the elf's right hand and moved his head: "Student, you should be familiar with the way of puppet manipulation? Now I control this body like this. I can break the child's fingers and vocal cords at any time... …Anyway, I can use conscious messaging to talk to you. I can make him disabled for life and never be a teacher again, and I can crush his neck bones and give him a good time. No matter what I just want to do, I don’t need my special attention’ Hands', the muscles and bones of this body will act on their own, and it will happen very quickly. So don't act rashly, the fate of this elf depends on you."

The Maharaja's IQ seemed to be erratic, and he might not understand what Illil meant for a while. He still wanted to step forward. Burris held his arm tightly and shook his head solemnly.

Illil smiled with satisfaction: "Very good. My student, and the respected demigod, listen to me now. I learned from Odette that his master needs to find a thin spot, and he wants to find the black Lake, become a true god...so I decided to help him. I continued the subject left by my graduate student, worked with Odette for many years, and finally opened up a man-made thin spot on the site of the White Tower."

Burris remembered that in the past, people thought that Yylil was trying to connect to another world. Everyone thought he wanted to call back to Purgatory, but that was not the case. Purgatory was cut too far away, he couldn't find it, and even if he found it, he would only ask for trouble. What he wanted was the power in the black lake, the power of the undead creatures in the void.

Yylil said: “So, I’m here, I’m here to discuss business with you. I can help the demigods become true gods. Through this process, I can also use my own methods to extract the power in the black lake. After success, I will not only He can reshape his body and realize his ambitions, and the demigod can inherit the Black Lake and become the only **** in this face."

He stretched out the wounded hand of the elf to the lord and made an inviting gesture: "Dear lord, I heard that Burris found the Marsh of the Dead and lifted the curse on you? This is good, my student releases I can help you gain the power of the true god. Our teachers and students are your loyal allies."

The Bone Maharaja looked at Burris next to him, and at the elf on the top of the cabinet, shook his head, sighed, and changed back to a human form from his original form. His human form was originally tall and majestic, but now his clothes are tattered and his hair is messy, this sloppy look really doesn't look like a demigod.

He asked Illil: "You mean that in the process of helping me become a true god, you can also use certain spells to extract a lot of power. You and I can win-win, right? What do you want to do?"

Yylil said: "Yes, my proposal is exactly that. As for how to obtain the power in the Black Lake, I have my own way. Every mage has some secret knowledge that belongs only to him."

He thought for a while and added: "You can trust me. I can't enter the Black Lake with you, so it must be you who will become the true god. After becoming a god, you will still be afraid of me as an ordinary necroman. ?"

"No, it's not a question of believing you or not." As he said, Lot took Burris with one hand and leaned on him comfortably. "The problem now is...I don't really want to be a god. Ou. The intelligence of Jeta and Augustia is a bit lagging. They only know what I thought before, but they don't know how happy I am now. Now I find it very troublesome to inherit the Black Lake and I don't want to go."

Illil frowned: "Dear sir, this is not what you say in your heart. Inheriting the Black Lake is your long-cherished wish, or even your instinctive desire. My soul has been deeply integrated with Odette, so I know you well ."

Lott shrugged: "Yes, this kind of desire is really hard to resist, but... But my life is too happy now, I am too lazy to pursue other things! You see, I can buy whatever I want, I want to eat You can eat whatever you want to play in Burris, you can take me there. I participate in the Royal Prom. I live in a big house that is warm in winter and cool in summer. When I am fine, I go to the creek with my dog ​​to play in the water. I just lie in bed and watch porn... I mean, read interesting novels. Burris gave me such a good day. I have decided to indulge in it. Black Lake or something, let it go... Oh, don’t you say that I will regret it, even if I do regret it, it doesn’t matter. If I regret it a hundred years later, I will start looking for the Black Lake again. The Black Lake is there anyway, and it can’t run.”

Not only Illil was dumbfounded, but Burris was also shocked. He didn't show it, silently pretending to be a commonplace attitude towards Lot.

Yylil spread his hands, drawing a white curtain of illusion in the air. He said with a sullen face: "Dear sir, I have prepared everything for you, just waiting for your participation. If you keep not cooperating, Odette, Augilia and Siegfried will continue to suffer... …"

Following his words, many mottled colors appeared on the white screen, and the colors slowly gathered together to form a clear picture.

A spindle-shaped black spot lay on the canopy. It is thicker than the clouds and darker than the shadows. The moon is just in a position that is obscured by it, and nearby stars are also swallowed and twisted by it.

The angle of view in the picture is from the ground up. At first, there were only the night sky and dark spots in the field of view. After a while, a silver shadow swept across the corner of the picture. It is difficult for a mortal eye to catch such a fast moment, but Lot can see clearly: What flashed by just now was a wing scale of a silver dragon.

The picture they were looking at was exactly what Odette had seen. Yinlong lay on the scorched black ground, raising his neck with difficulty. The fog was all around him, and the dense runes and magic circles were staggered and connected in the thick fog, just like the internal structure of a bell tower. Odette could only raise his head, but couldn't turn over and take off, because he had three huge black icicles stuck in his body, two of which were nailed into his wings, and the other was pierced from his lower abdomen and melted into the ground. At the same time, black and red ice flowers condensed on his silver-white body.

Someone was walking slowly in the fog, as if patrolling. Among them are young elves, human girls, childish children, and hunched old women... occasionally there will be one or two halflings and even gray mountain spirits. They were all dressed in white, expressionless, and occasionally someone stopped, sluggish for a moment, and then continued to walk.

Lot and Burris saw a slightly different face in the white clothes. They both saw different images and repeated faces. These "people" are Odette, and Odette's transformation method is very special: he can be transformed into an indefinite number of humanoids, it can be one, three or five, or ten or more. , All his incarnations have the same consciousness and the same soul. The greater the number of avatars, the more fixed each image in the eyes of others; the fewer the avatars, the more different images others will see in that person.

Now the "Odettes" are not just Odettes, in a sense, they are also Iriel. Yylil had found Odette, who was still asleep long ago, and he imprisoned him, slowly eroding him, first infiltrated him with venom-like magic, and then let his soul parasitize it.

At this moment, Yylil's main consciousness is on Black Pine, but he can far affect other parasites. Under his instruction, all "Odette" looked at the silver dragon. They raised their right hand neatly, dispelling part of the mist near the silver dragon's body.

After the fog disappeared, Yinlong's eyes saw Siegfried and Augilia. Siegfried leaned to the left of the dragon. He closed his eyes tightly. There was a painful whimper in his throat. His wings were also nailed to the ground by black ice cones. The elements of purgatory in his body were overflowing; Augilia curled up in On the right side of the dragon, her right ankle was pinned by a small cone of ice. She opened her eyes, and her eyes were pale. The power of the necromancer was immersed beside her, suddenly strong and weak, and distant and near, like a group of soldiers waiting to be dispatched. .

The picture suddenly stopped. Illil lowered the illusion white curtain and spread it on the floor in front of Burris and Lot.

A preset array emerged on the white curtain, and Burris saw the coordinates: it leads to the northern frost plain, and its location is on the white tower site.

Yylil threatened his finger across the elf's eyes, throat, and chest... and then pointed to the magic circle on the ground: "This is the red carpet for the entrance. Two guests, you can stand in."