Broad World

Following the stairs, Henry quickly came to the second floor. Before reaching the door of the room, he felt a faint trace of radiation. Although it was not fatal enough, it would definitely endanger his health. ~His face changed slightly, and he immediately quickened his pace. After living in the Western Continent for so many years, this phenomenon was discovered for the first time.

As soon as he entered the door, the first thing that caught his eyes was Tyrantir's pale and painful face, and his silver-white shimmering skin. Even if he didn't use spell detection, he could feel that all the radiation came from here. His long white hair and beard had fallen out, and his whole head was covered with gray spots, making him look like a dead body.

"This... this... turned out to be enriched uranium!!!!!! It's nuclear radiation!!!!!!!!!" Henry was stunned. He couldn't believe that besides himself, there was actually someone else who could extract this terrible substance in this world without any industrial system.

You must know that even on Earth, this is a top-notch technology that can only be mastered by a very small number of big countries. Its complexity and all aspects involved are definitely not something that a few people can do. However, the scene in front of me completely overturned the original cognition, and judging from the intensity and color of the radiation, the degree of concentration is more than 60%. Although it has not yet reached the level of manufacturing nuclear weapons, it is not far away. up.

The radioactive material that he had been searching for for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, causing Henry to suddenly have an illusion as if he had been in another world. Nuclear weapons, nuclear power, whatever it is, could bring about a sea change in an unproductive world.

besides. What also surprised him was how much enriched uranium was embedded in Tyrantyr. He was able to hold on till now without dying. You must know that if you do not add any protection. According to normal standards, the current radiation dose can kill a healthy adult male in just one or two hours. My daughter and younger sister are protected by magic items, so nothing happens.

Obviously, the old mage's current situation can no longer be described as bad. A large number of cells in his body died, his immune system was completely destroyed, his internal organs were extremely weakened, his teeth fell out, his inner diaphragm fell off, his central nervous system was severely damaged, and even bacteria were killed. Very little. It can be said that this is completely a vegetative person and will not respond to the outside world at all. Still panting is a miracle.

Undoubtedly, any magic and magic currently known cannot heal this body whose genes have been destroyed, not even the "wishing technique", the only thing that can be tried is divinity. That's right, only a divinity with infinite possibilities has a certain chance to expel so much radioactive material.

Henry sighed slightly, carefully took out a drop from the dimensional bag, directly used the power of creation, erased the consciousness belonging to the sahuagin Sekora inside, and then put it into Tyrantyr's mouth. For this, he paid for his sense of smell. The nose will not smell anything for 24 hours.

After the resplendent divinity slid into the body along the esophagus, it immediately emitted a strong white light. Immediately afterwards, the damaged cells, nerves, and internal organs in the body began to be repaired. At the same time, a large number of small silver-white particles embedded in the skin were squeezed out of the body. The hair and beard that had fallen out were growing rapidly, and the lower body was also rapidly regrowing. Come out, and it only takes a few minutes to bring a dying old man back to health.

Seeing that Tyrantyr's life was no longer in danger, Henry finally breathed a sigh of relief, carefully collected the small silver-white particles on the ground, and packed them in a small box that was isolated from radiation. He knew very well that this small thing of a dozen grams could infect all the people in a small town with radiation sickness and die quickly within a few days, the danger is self-evident.

The most important thing is that most of the magic arts can't detect any problems at all, and they can't be cured at all. There is no good way except relying on one's own immunity.

The transformation of the body by divinity was very fast. Ten minutes later, Tyrantier slowly opened his eyes and sat up. He first glanced at his intact body in disbelief, then jumped up from the bed and looked around vigilantly.

Seeing the old mage's reaction, Henry immediately knew that he must have experienced a very fierce battle, so he bowed slightly and said, "Master, don't be nervous, it's me."

"Henry?!! Why are you here? How many days have I been in a coma? Did you see the line in the hall downstairs when you came?" Tyran Tyr quickly asked a series of questions. His face was quite ugly, his eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't know whether it was remorse or shame.

"See, that happened several years ago. I accepted the commission of Master Kelben, and forged a death feud with this mage named Chasma in the Underdark. You must have seen this person before, and you can tell him What's the current situation? For example, the casting level, and where did these silver-white radioactive substances come from." Henry asked straight to the point.

He is very concerned about whether it is Chasma or someone else who can use the extraction and utilization of enriched uranium. This is very important, and the rescue operation can only be planned in detail if it is determined who the most difficult enemy is.

Tailan Tyr sighed helplessly, and explained with a wry smile: "I don't know the name of the other party, but that festering dark elf mage keeps claiming that you killed his son, so it should be Chasma. This guy's forehead There is a silver-white crystal the size of a fist embedded in it, which is similar to what you are holding in your hand. He cast an unknown magic, penetrated the four protective magics in an instant, and directly produced a violent explosion, blowing me up into two pieces."

"Unknown magic? Violent explosion?!" While Henry muttered to himself, there was a huge amount of emotion in his heart.

There is no doubt that Chasma has mastered the extraction and application of enriched uranium. Judging from the description just now, he not only discovered the principle of nuclear fusion, but also developed a spell similar to a miniature nuclear bomb. genius! Absolutely a genius! It's a pity that this genius is now his enemy, and he is still revenge for killing his son, there is no possibility of any compromise at all.

It seems that the residents of Faerun Continent are really powerful, there are too many talented people to count. This is true of the necromancer Ravok who just died this morning, and it is also true of Chasma who has reappeared now. They all have the same persistence and pursuit of magic, and tirelessly explore on their own path, which is how they can achieve success.

Seeing Henry standing there without speaking for a long time, Tyrantyr showed a look of shame on his face, and bowed deeply: "I am very sorry, I failed to protect your relatives. But please rest assured, even if it is the abyss of hell I'm going to go on and on until I rescue those children."

Henry shook his head slightly and refused: "No, there's no need. This matter was caused by me, so I must solve it myself. And don't you realize that you are no longer a mortal, as soon as you enter the dark elf city, you may immediately It will be noticed by the high priests."

"Not a mortal?!" Tyranti first showed a trace of doubt, and immediately checked his body carefully. When he found a trace of divinity flowing, he shouted: "This... this is divinity!!! How is it possible! Where did you get it?!! It's so precious... so precious..."

As a human mage who is almost a hundred years old, Tyrantyr understands the preciousness of divinity better than anyone else. It can not only prolong life, but also gain a lot of immunity. Even legendary spellcasters agree with it Salivating. He originally thought that he might have no hope of crossing the threshold of legend in this life, but now everything is different.

For human mages, the greatest enemy is time. That's right, it's time. Normally, it takes more than sixty years for a talented human being to go from an apprentice to a legendary mage. This also means that even if you start learning magic at the age of ten, you have to be seventy years old to have any hope of advancing.

But everyone knows that the human brain will decline rapidly after middle age, so even those guys with an intelligence of up to eighteen have a very low chance of becoming a legendary spellcaster. Unless you have some special methods, such as transforming into an undead creature, gaining divinity, life extension magic, replacing a young body, etc.

Seeing the bewildered look of the old mage, Henry smiled: "You used to be my first teacher, so take this as a reward. Don't worry, the consciousness in the divinity has been completely wiped out, and there is no hidden danger .As for the kidnapped Alan, his life should not be in danger, I will bring him back, and those dark elves must pay the price for it! The price of blood!"

"It's still too precious, how about this..." As he spoke, the old mage pressed his hand on his forehead, and shouted loudly and solemnly: "I! Tai Lan Tyr swears here to become Alan Angomei, Li Na Angemei and Liv Angemei, the guardians of the three, volunteered to protect their safety with their lives."

"Guardian contract? Why are you doing this?" Henry showed a trace of helplessness on his face. He never expected that the old man in front of him would make such a move, it was too unexpected.

Guardian contract, also known as nanny contract. The sworn person will establish a special bond with the protected person, and he will be aware of it immediately if he is in danger. Not only that, if the life of the protected person is in danger, the oath-taker will dedicate his life force to share with him until death.

It can be said that this is a noble dedication agreement, which can only be concluded between the closest friends, lovers and relatives. But Tyrantyr just swore an oath unilaterally, so as long as he was still alive, he had to protect the three little guys, otherwise, as long as any one of them had a problem, he would be buried with him.

Obviously, the old mage had already tied himself firmly to the chariot of the Angomei family in return for this heavy gift. Perhaps for him, he was unwilling to obtain such a big benefit for no reason, so he made such a move. But this is very in line with his camp tendency, neutral and kind.

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