Lott was silent for a while, and said, "It's okay. Since you insist on inviting me, I have to take a hard time to visit the Black Lake."

He walked into the circle and stretched out his arm to stop Burris who wanted to follow up. "It's useless for you to follow," he said. "This matter doesn't need you, you can't help."

Before Burris spoke, Illil said first: "No, I need Burris Gershaw. I eagerly want to cooperate with the demigod, and I also welcome the former traitor to come back to the tower."

In fact, Lott was right. Burris didn't need to be involved in this matter, but Burris knew he had to go. He knows Yrill very well, Yrill must really want him to return to the White Tower, his helplessness or panic will become Yrill's great pleasure.

"Well, I haven't been to Frostfield in a long time," Burris looked at Yrill. "Before that, I hope you can promise me one thing...If you don't want to continue arguing with us to waste time."

Illil said: "I know what you want to say, you want me to let this elf go."

"He is really useless to you."

"I'll leave him." Illil said, "This elf was not on my guest list. At first I thought he was useless and ugly, it's better to just kill him... Then I thought, Odette The avatar of is not suitable for showing up. It’s better to use his body to walk around. Don’t worry, after I see you teleport away with my own eyes, I will definitely leave this body. Now I am a soul, as long as I abandon this body, it’s okay. Back to the White Tower in an instant, I don't need to walk through the teleportation array, nor do I need to trek with the elf body again."

Seeing Burris’s eyes, he added: “If you don’t believe me... then you have no other way, right?”

According to Burris's knowledge of the teacher, Yrill's explanation is still credible. He must be more concerned with the actions of demigods and Burris than the insignificant elves. Once Lott teleports and leaves, Yylil will definitely abandon his body and return to the White Tower, he will not waste any time here.

Lot also reached out to stop Burris, unwilling to let him follow. Burris put his hand on Lott's arm. Lot's intention was to block, but Burris walked into the circle like being invited.

He remembered the dance party in the royal capital. Lott learned to dance on the spot and invited him to dance with the last song at midnight. He walked awkwardly onto the dance floor, looking forced, but in fact he knew he had to go.

The circle was activated. The speed of the large teleportation array was slow, and it probably took a few blinks. In this short time, Yylil's sight completely left them.

Burris quickly took off the carnelian ring and held it tightly in his palm.

When his feet stepped on the ground again, he and Lot stood on the charred black stone terrace with a black tower with a twisted shape behind it, and an endless snowfield in front of them.

The ring in Burris's hand was gone. It fell from the terrace to the tower and onto the long stone steps. Streaks of red drifted from the broken gems and melted into the cold wind.

The frosty plain is like winter all year round, and the severe cold this year has come especially early. Burris was so cold that he couldn't use the spell to stabilize his body temperature. When he was in a trance, he suddenly gained weight, Lott took off his travel cloak and wrapped him tightly.

This cloak can only withstand the cold of autumn night. In the northern frost field, it makes no difference whether to wear it or not. Burris tightened his cloak, his palms really seemed a little warmer.

Lot is still wearing tattered home clothes, rags and thread fluttering in the wind, and flesh and skin are directly exposed in many places on his body, but he doesn't change his color, he is very calm, and doesn't mind the cold wind like a knife at all. He made no secret of his excitement: "I didn't expect that in such a tense moment, I would have realized another wish!"

"what?"

"That's it, take off your clothes and wear them for you!"

Burris admired him very much. Under no circumstances would he forget the romantic novel.

A soft cough came from the tower. Burris followed his voice and saw a boy in white standing in the shadow of the door frame of the terrace. This is one of Odette's incarnations, and one of Yrel's containers.

The boy made an inviting gesture and took Burris and Lot into the tower. The former White Tower is now black as scorched earth. Not only the outside is like this, but the inside of the tower is also dilapidated and dirty. Now Yylil is no longer a living person. He does not need to decorate his residence, nor does he need any daily necessities.

Burris remembered that the terrace just now was an execution ground. Its location is not high, and the guardrails are separated widely, so people under the tower can clearly see what is happening on the terrace. Iriel often executes slaves here. Sometimes he hangs the body under the terrace. Everyone who visits the White Tower has to walk under it. After the body hangs for a period of time, the apprentices have to take it back. At that time, Burris was often responsible for recovering corpses, and a mage who was a few years older than him was responsible for cleaning the filth.

Today, the boy in white took him back down the old road, through the small room, and then entered the large chamber from the spiral staircase. The lights in the tower were dim, and there was a small ball of light from a long distance away. With the dim light, Burris saw a lot of humanoid objects standing in the chamber, and everyone was faintly reflecting metal luster... He guessed , Maybe they are Yrill's metal shield guards.

As he approached, Burris suffocated, and Lott noticed his strangeness and quickly stretched out his hand to wrap his shoulders.

The "people" in the chamber are not shield guards, they are all evoked corpses. It is not surprising that necromancers use corpses as guards, but these corpses are unusual. They hold long swords or page hammers, wear black full-body armor, and have a holy emblem of crescent moon and spiked white orchid painted on their chests... It is a knight of the temple of Otarot.

They died in an area with severe cold all year round, and decades after their death, they have not completely withered. Bright blue flames burned in their eye sockets, their flesh and skin deformed and collapsed, bone spurs grew wildly, there was no blood in their blood vessels, and black spellcasting liquid was replaced by black liquid... This is the characteristic of puppet knights, now they belong to Yrel, they will Protect him at all costs.

The Cavaliers lined up as neatly as before, with their heads high. At the end of the team, there was a big man who was a lap larger than the other knights. His armor was split from the front, and there was a hole in the back. A huge puncture wound took his life.

Burris recognized him. His name is Bolu. He and the leader of the detachment escorted Burris to the south bank of the Shiva River, where he died in the attack of the Cold Night Owl.

The leader of the detachment is also here. He stood at the end of the long melting table, carrying a long axe. His sword pierced Han Ye Xiao's wings, and he couldn't find it anymore. His armor was incomplete, and his body was torn diagonally. After Illil called him up, he glued him again with magic.

Lott had been standing beside Burris, clasping his shoulder with one hand, for fear that he would collapse and faint. Burris whispered to him that it was okay, but he could clearly see that Burris's face was much paler than before.

Lot looked at Illil: "We are not here to appreciate these, where are Odette and the others?"

"Don't worry." The white-clothed boy spoke for the first time. His voice was Odette's voice, both male and female, not too old, and gathered all the characteristics without any characteristics. "The three of them are your creations. It is also the "anchor" you need to return to this world. When you return from the Black Lake, you can release the three of them by yourself."

Lott took a step towards the boy in white. At this moment, all the puppet knights turned to him and showed their weapons to him. Burris took Lot's arm, shook his head slightly, and told him that there was no need to waste energy.

The white-clothed boy leaned his hands together and leaned: "My demigod, you are familiar with Odette’s power, so you should know that this body is just one of his incarnations. I can leave it at any time. Killing it won’t hurt me. Odette is making final preparations. When everything is ready, the entrance of the Black Lake will naturally open to you."

After speaking, he looked at Burris. At first Burris stared at the puppet knights, but now his eyes were turned away, staring out the window.

Illil smiled and said, "My student, what's the matter? Don't you dare to look at these corpses? You are also a necromancer, how can you be afraid of puppet knights?

Burris was still looking outside: "I've watched everything I should see."

"How is it, do you feel nostalgic?"

"I am relieved."

"what?"

Burris said: "From their appearance, I can figure out the time you cast your spell, and then figure out how long you woke up after you died. My conclusion is that you stopped for a long time after you died. You have been eroding Odette before, and you have only returned to the world for nearly a year or so...so I feel very relieved that you haven't had time to hurt more people."

While speaking, Burris kept looking outside the tower. There is a large floor-to-ceiling window in the large conference hall. It is usually brown and can be completely transparent when needed. Burris's love for large windows was inspired by it.

Now the glass on the window has long been shattered, leaving only the black iron frame. The cold wind is constantly flowing in, and sometimes people can't open their eyes.

Illil tilted his head in confusion: "What are you looking at?"

Burris was still looking outside and said softly, "Teacher, do you want to live again? Just like me."

Illil opened his hands: "I have regained my life."

"No, I mean, really live again." Burris said, "Go and see south of the Khiva River, and see Sundernia and Ould more than sixty years later. If you want, I will Pick one of the best preserved corpses for your use, and you can surely make it as dexterous as a living person. You can continue to be a teacher, you can borrow the libraries of the two major teaching institutes, where necromancers were not allowed to enter before, Now we can all come and go freely. If you want... just follow me back."

Iriel said with disdain: "You mean, let me bow to you? How can you be so naive?"

Burris asked: "Next year there will be a summit on the Five Towers Peninsula, and all the necrometic researchers in the Austrian Law Federation will attend... Don't you want to go and see it?"

Yylil sneered at this: "I have become one with'the only miracle in the world'. In the future, I can still enjoy the power of God's Domain...what peninsula, library, Austrian law association...what are they? "

Burris sighed and murmured to himself.

Illil did not hear clearly: "What are you talking about?"

So Burris repeated it loudly: "I swear before the **** of Austrian law, that magic is the only truth, and secular interests are second... Illil, you taught me to say this before."

The teacher folded his arms and looked at him: "What are you talking about... No, what are you looking at? Is there your reinforcements outside?"

Burris still looked out of the tower. He pointed to the distance and smiled: "Look, the sun is coming out soon."

The night has not receded, the ice sheet is still shrouded in darkness, and the sky to the southeast has just broken with a faint light.

On the dim ground, one spot of light was swaying towards the White Tower. At this time, the sky was densely covered with clouds, and they were like stars falling into the snow.

The caster can recognize it, it is a ball of light ignited with arcane magic.

Iriel squinted for a while, and made a gesture to the circular vault of the hall. The charred and mottled vault first became smooth as black jade, and then gradually brightened, projecting the situation near the tower:

Several medium-sized spheres of light surround the tower, and there are about five or six people in each cone of warm light. Most of them wore short gray robes that the battle mage liked, leather wristbands tied to their arms, rune boots under their feet, and countless tool bags hung on their bodies. Some of them wore long robes and held gemstones. The scepter is also accompanied by a construct guard or an alien magic beast.

Burris recognized a lot of familiar faces: the gray-haired middle-aged man in a dark blue robe was called West, he was the chief apprentice of the current speaker of the Austrian French Federation, Delores, and the half-elf Greendir also came. He had studied with Burris for a short time, and then he turned to the field of alien studies. Now he lives in the Five Pagoda Peninsula and rarely goes out. The figure farthest from the tower is slender and tall, and he comes from King Sago’s capital. Haida of the Tower of Truth, compared to other people, her actual combat experience is a little bit less, but she has the support of the Sargo royal family, and never feels distressed by using magic items and constructs.

Haida didn't walk in the back because of weakness or timidity. She walked slowly because she commanded dozens of sword and shield soldier structures. These things are usually the guards of the Tower of Truth. If the mage wants to take them out of the capital, they need to be authorized by the royal family in person. His Majesty Pacia did not want to contact Austrian Law, and Princess Estelin was responsible for these matters.

When the carnelian ring shattered on the ice sheet, all casters who trusted Burris received the news.

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