Here comes again... Burris lowered his head and rubbed his temples. He had learned this way of chatting when he was in the semi-plane of another world. The Bone Maharaja always followed your thoughts first, and then took you off the subject unexpectedly, and he was not allowed to return halfway...

More importantly, Lott's question is too difficult to answer. What is most interesting about him? What's the problem? Maybe you can just make a joke, but Burris is not very good at making jokes...

When he was worried, Lott suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

"What's the matter?" Burris asked.

As soon as his question came out, there was a loud noise in the direction of the high tower gate, as if someone hit the gate with a battering ram. Burris stood up, whizzed and disappeared. Lott murmured annoyedly, then turned and ran out to the floating dish.

When he came to the gate, Burris found that his judgment on the type of sound was quite correct. The loud noise was really caused by the ram. Of course, it is a battering ram that can be made by magic.

It is black pine. He turned back, used the storage staff to cast an iron-clad rhinoceros collision effect, and then fell unconscious in front of the tower. The bone chair didn't follow him. Seeing his embarrassed look, maybe the thing was broken somewhere.

Burris carefully sensed the magic fluctuations around him. There is a strong necromantic aura remaining on the black pine. Of course, he is a necromancer himself. What is strange is that he seems to have crushed two crystals of storage, and used several giant rhinoceros collisions. Holding a scroll of parchment that was not successfully performed, it was a serial deflagration technique.

Hey Pine hates the spells that these sorcerers love most. He doesn't like to use it very much, and he is really not good at using it, but it is always right to prepare some magic items for self-defense. Now he has actually activated a bunch of elemental burst effect spells, this style is simply not like him.

Burris continued to focus on the clearing in front of the tower and the forest in the distance. The place where the mage lives is just that annoying-want to detect abnormal magic fluctuations? This is the site of the mage. There are magic remnants on a large area of ​​land centered on the high tower, and multiple traces are intertwined for a long time, making "abnormal" fluctuations everywhere. If you want to detect carefully, you must deliberately find time to investigate it a little bit, and you will not get accurate results if you rush into it.

Lot also went down to the hall and looked at the elf lying outside the door in surprise. Burris called two golems, one picked up the elf, the other closed the gate, and he cast a spell and temporarily disappeared. When he came back, he brought a small suitcase, but the golem, elves, and Lot were no longer in the hall. As soon as Burris's heart tightened, Lot's voice came from the handrail on the second floor of the tower: "Don't panic my dear, we are here. The guest room on the second floor has a bed and a bathroom, which is more convenient."

"How did you get there?" Burris stepped onto the floating saucer and ascended to Lott.

"Use a floating dish like you." Seeing Burris about to climb over the guardrail, Lot also specially reached out to help him, but at this time Burris was nervous and didn't notice this thoughtful little move.

"No... I mean, how did you order Will and Deca to come up too?"

"Who are Will and Deca?"

"The two golems."

"Do all your golems have names..." Lot took Burris to a guest room. "They didn't listen to my orders, so I kissed them one by one, and then gave orders so that they would follow I'm here. That elf seems to be in bad condition."

Two golems are stationed outside the house, and the black pine has been placed on the bed. His body was stiff, his brows were furrowed, his breathing was weak and fast, and he looked like he was caught by nightmare.

Burris sat next to him, took out a green glass bottle from the small suitcase, melted the liquid in the bottle with another powder, poured it into the heart of his right hand, and pressed the black pine forehead.

Burris asked Lott to help hold the vial with the open lid and bring it close to Black Pine's nose. Black Pine seemed to smell the potion, his expression relaxed a little, and his breathing eased a lot.

"Unprecedented, unprecedented..." Burris muttered to himself, shook his head slightly.

"What's unprecedented?" Lot asked.

Burris said: "No matter who or what the attacker is, he dared to attack the black pine within the range of the mountains of no return. And from the reaction of the black pine, his usual spells may not be useful to the enemy, and the opponent But he can use instant death magic on him and knock him down effortlessly. Fortunately, his preset protection technique played a little role, otherwise he would be dead. After he escaped, he probably didn’t have the energy to cast a spell for help. The knock on the door couldn't reach the upper level of the tower, so he used the giant rhino collision effect in the storage staff... No, maybe more than that, maybe he must use the fastest speed to attract my attention, because... ...Because the enemy behind him has chased up..."

Lott thought for a while: "So... after all, this is not normal, right? No one usually harass you like this?"

"Of course not. Not returning to the mountains and having an alliance with Sargo, invading my territory is equivalent to declaring war on Sargo, and vice versa. All military organizations and adventurer unions in the Confederacy of the Ten Nations know this. Moreover, For my fellow spellcasters, I...I'm actually very famous. They don't dare to find fault with me unless they have a brain problem."

Lot said: "Maybe it wasn't the military organization, nor the wizard. Could it be otherworldly creatures or something? Purgatory creatures or something? Nine-headed nine-tailed corpse dragon or something?"

"Then what are they doing?" Burris wiped his forehead, "Besides, I opened the door just now. If there is something to attack the tower, then it is a good opportunity... Why do they avoid it? Wait, my lord, what is the nine-headed and nine-tailed corpse poisonous dragon?"

"There is no such thing at all," Lott pressed Burris's shoulder, "I just want to enliven the atmosphere. Honey, you seem to be nervous, you have to relax to help this elf better."

Burris nodded and stopped talking, focusing on caring for the elf necromancer who was still unconscious. Burris relied on the magic potion to help Hey Pine recover some of his stamina, and found a curse-like magic spell on him. It was not difficult for the former Burriss to dispel such spells, but now it is different. He knows what to do, but he can't evoke high-level magic...

With the mentality of trying, Burris briefly explained the removal spell to Lot and asked if he could cast it. Lott thought about it with difficulty, and said, "Uh, that's it. I can't use the spell you mentioned, but I can definitely remove the curse of death on the elves in another way. I can lift everything that continues. The necrotic damage that affects, no matter what specific spell it is, no matter how strong the caster is."

Burris was a little surprised by this ability, but if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that the demigod has this ability. He gave a little to the side: "Then... will I trouble you?"

"Why are you going back?"

"Don't you... have to go and kiss him?"

"I haven't finished talking yet," Lott said. "In your discipline, this is a magical spell, not an arcane spell. And its casting process requires chanting. The content of chanting is not a spell, but a paragraph. Fragments of the code, from the ancient gods... You can understand it as a command password to channel power. I rely on this password to guide the damage in his body. But now I have to use my own mouth to cast the spell, then the problem is coming-I You can’t chant while kissing."

As an experienced old mage, Burris's mind turned quickly: "I thought of a single spell—casting transfer! It is the spellcaster who transfers the spells he can cast to his companion, and the companion completes it for him. Casting..."

"You mean..."

"If you can, transfer the spell to me. I'll save Black Pine."

"It's true, I can do it," Lott stood in front of Burris with his arms akimbo. "Then I have to kiss you."

"I know. It's important to save Heisong."

"Also, what I am going to do is not the'casting transfer technique' that your mage is familiar with, but a magical technique similar to it. It will bring you a very strange feeling, and you will be a little uncomfortable. Don't panic."

"I am mentally prepared. My lord, I have long understood that you and ours have different ways of expressing strength."

Lott continued to exhort: "I will pour into your mind the chant that you don't understand. You don't have to memorize it, it will appear spontaneously. The spell will guide you. Don't resist, just follow it. ."

"Hurry up and kiss, I understand this."

"No, you listen to me." Lot leaned over, pressing his hands on Burris's shoulders, "You are not a magic spell caster, and your body is just an ordinary human being. When magic flows through your body, , Will bring you a great burden."

The posture of the two is a bit awkward now... Burris is tilted his head up, his body is tight, and he is obviously very nervous. Lott put his shoulders together, bowed his head slightly, and stared at his eyes intently... It was almost as if they were really about to kiss. Instead of preparing to cast a spell.

Burris forced himself to be serious, after all, it was really serious. "I have felt this kind of burden," he said. "The last time...that was when you sent my soul back to my body and changed my body back to twenty years old, the situation was similar. "

"That's right." Lott moved one hand to the waist of the wizard and tightened to himself, holding Burris's chin with one hand, "Don't worry, this time it won't be heavier than last time."

The mage closed his eyes, with clearly visible helplessness on his frown. Lott stared at his tightly closed thin lips, bowed his head and kissed them.

Burris's heart was clear and upright. He forcibly defined the current situation as casting a spell, not kissing, just as a doctor took off a woman's pants for a doctor instead of a hooligan.

He stood upright, unresisting, and not addicted, trying to maintain a decent standing posture until the end... Soon he was a little bit unable to hold on, Lott not only pressed his lips, he also took turns holding the mage’s The upper and lower lip **** let the dry lip lines of the two rub against each other, and then gradually increase gravity, even biting lightly from time to time...

Burris endured it for a while, and wanted to ask if this was a necessary process or Lott was playing freely...At this time, the spell delivery began.

An icy force was injected into Burris' body, spread from head to toe, and then came up and entangled his mind. There are many clear and unfamiliar characters in power. Burris does not understand the meaning, but can pronounce them. After each character was read silently by him once, the cold power left his mind, rushed to his hands, and gathered at the fingertips.

Burris' legs softened and almost fell to the ground. Lott hugged him in time and put him around his chest.

"Are you okay?" Lot supported him and let him sit on the edge of the bed. "The spell transfer was successful. But do you still have the strength to finish the spell?"

Burris nodded and did not answer, as if saying a word at this time would also increase his burden. He turned to face the unconscious black pine, covered his forehead with his left hand, pressed his right hand on his chest, closed his eyes, and began to recite the magic characters entrenched in his mind.

Every time he read a word, that word disappeared in his mind, neither the font nor the pronunciation remained. At the same time, mist began to overflow between his fingers, and the mist was coiled in the air for a while. It disappeared along with the chanted spell. This is probably the curse drawn from Black Pine's body.

Burris' mind was empty for a second or two. He wanted to stand up, but was seated on the spot with his hands pressed. Lott sat behind him, put his hands on his shoulders and gently put them together, and he leaned back on Lott.

"Don't stand up yet," Lott said in the mage's ear. "You will feel dizzy when you stand up now, just like squatting for a long time and suddenly getting up."

"I see, thank you." Burris was indeed a little dizzy, like after two days and two nights for an experiment...

He resisted exhaustion, put his hand on Black Pine's wrist, and then let out a sigh of relief. The elf was out of danger, and his pulse returned to normal.

Lot asked: "Is the elf okay?"

"It's okay, maybe he has to fall asleep for a while..."

"Why is his face so pale?"

Burris pointed to the copper basin next to it. Lott dipped a towel in some water curiously, and wiped it on Heisong's face, and the skin that had been wiped with water suddenly revealed a healthy color.