Knight with Wand

In the relatively wide forest clearing, after the guidance and repeated corrections of the girl's voice in his heart, Leon finally finished carving the interlocking magic patterns and runes in the smooth mud.

As instructed, he embedded the small fragments of various rock minerals into the grooves of the array's magic pattern according to strict quantities and spacing, and then used the ground green stone powder to evenly fill the rune dents in the array.

The structure of the formation has two layers. The inner layer is the core of the nested double formation ceremony. The outer circular pattern is the boundary that restricts the scope of the ceremony. According to the girl's voice, if you want to improve the capture efficiency, the formation should actually be drawn. The larger the range, the better, and the more nested structures the better. However, due to the extremely poor alternative materials currently on hand, and the fact that there is not even a real mage present to preside over the ceremony, the ring size of ten meters in diameter has already This is the limit range within which the formation can be maintained.

Leon stepped lightly on the gap between the runes and magic patterns, and came to the center of the core of the formation. He turned around to make sure that he had not left any footprints to damage the integrity of the formation.

He had previously asked the girl's voice in his heart whether the lines so nakedly carved on the mud would be easily destroyed.

The answer is yes. A qualified mage has a more stable and solid way to draw formations. Of course, Leon cannot be that professional now, so he can only make do with it.

However, she also told Leon not to worry too much. Once the ceremony started, she would use chaotic energy to penetrate the entire formation, and then the solidified formation structure would not be afraid of being trampled.

Although temporary reinforcement with magic power is still easy to be broken by other spellcasters, the danger we have to face now is either the brainless ghost who has lost his mind or the angry demon who is not particularly intelligent and possesses and controls Loha. Ke is just an ordinary mortal, how can he understand the magic power of breaking spells and destroying formations.

Standing in the center of the formation, Leon greeted his companions waiting outside the formation.

Azarian looked at the mysterious and complex beautiful patterns on the ground in amazement. After hearing Leon's instructions, he quickly and carefully crossed the patterns and walked to Leon, handing the small wooden cage he was holding to him.

Leon took over the so-called "Earth Line Lamp". The name was very fantastic, but it was also limited by the materials at hand. The thing he made by rubbing it with his hands according to the guidance of the girl's voice was really ugly.

The production process is to first use a special kind of ore found at the foot of the mountain as the core, wrap it with mud clay, then carve a bunch of small runes on the water-soaked mud shell, and finally put it into a specific type of tree. In a wooden cage made of braided branches, this simple spiritual lantern, which is no more complicated than children playing with mud in the fields, is ready.

Of course, before it is infused with magic power, it has no function. It is just a pile of rubbish made of rocks, soil and branches. To become a "pathfinder" that can guide them out of the cursed land, it still lacks the soul of an intelligent life as a wick. .

Putting the earth vein spirit lamp into the pit at the core of the formation, Leon pulled off another piece of cloth from the tattered linen pants, covered it with the earth to ensure that the soil would not seep into it and destroy the runes in the spirit lamp, and then filled it up. Pit.

After standing up and borrowing the dagger from Azarian, Leon spread his left palm and placed the dagger horizontally in his palm.

When the matter came to an end, he couldn't help but uncomfortably confirmed to the girl's voice again: "Although it may be a bit embarrassing to ask now, but can't you just poke a hole in your finger? Do you have to cut the palm of your hand?"

Leon didn't know what others were thinking, but at least for him, scratching his own body felt more uncomfortable than being stabbed twice by others.

"Don't be stupid. If you can use magic, you don't need to bleed for this step. Okay, don't worry~ I will help you stop the bleeding." The girl's voice chuckled.

Azarian, who was standing next to him, saw Leon holding the dagger with a pained expression on his face, but he couldn't help but suggested: "Are you going to use blood? Otherwise, just cut my hand."

Leon smiled awkwardly at him and declined his partner's kindness: "No, it must be my blood."

The initiation ceremony requires not only seal carving formations and chanting spells, but also the most basic magic power. Of course Leon cannot use magic power, so he must use blood to build a bridge connecting the body and the magic circle for the mysterious existence in his heart. The other party will drive the so-called "chaos energy" in this area on his behalf to maintain the magic circle.

Isn't it just a matter of bleeding some blood? A big man's beheading would only leave a scar the size of a bowl. If he is not afraid of death, why should he be afraid of this small injury?

Leon gritted his teeth and felt nervous, and quickly pulled the dagger!

The palm of my hand felt cold at first, then felt warm, and the sensory signals were quickly transmitted to the brain. It hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt!

Leon grinned and clenched his left hand, throwing the dagger back to Azarian. He lowered his left hand, which was constantly bleeding, to the center of the formation. The blood dripped down, dyeing the core magic pattern under his feet red.

Taking a deep breath to endure the pain, he loudly chanted the magic incantation of the spirit summoning ceremony:

(Ancient Lorelite) "In the name of Yinni, we obey the laws of the eternally frozen primitive Dead Sea."

Different from the ordinary repetition during the previous practice, when Leon read the first sentence of the spell aloud, he felt that there seemed to be some flowing power in his body, slowly flowing along the wound on his left hand. The ground beneath your feet.

The strange flowing feeling was very similar to the day when Isa's Arrow was released, but it was not as violent as the last time and made him faint.

(Ancient Lorelite language) "The ghostly shadows all listen to my instructions, and you will return here quickly through the sleepless dust."

As Leon chanted, the ore fragments embedded in the soil in the ten-meter-diameter circular magic array burst out faint light one by one according to mysterious rules, and each node of the array made a crisp sound, like the sound of crystals breaking.

Azerien looked at the magical scene in front of him with surprise and curiosity. At this moment, he felt as if he was in the mysterious and unpredictable recorded in the book. Although he knew the existence of the caster, he had never seen the appearance of magic being released before he met Leon.

(Gulorelite) "I use my body and my spirit as a guide to call the wandering souls. I will grant you the freedom from the bondage of disharmony, and I will grant you the place where your souls can rest in peace."

In the center where Leon stood, the blood light suddenly became stronger at the location where the earth vein spirit lamp was buried. The red blood light flowed and gathered along the grooves of the magic pattern outlined on the ground, until with his spells, the entire array pattern was filled, and the blood light enveloped the entire array.

The evil wind that rose from nowhere blew the treetops in the surrounding forests left and right. Azerien, who was standing next to Leon, gradually felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder. He couldn't help but shivered, as if he was in an ice cellar.

After slowly reciting the spell, the red light emitted by the circles of magic patterns on the ground gradually dimmed. Leon exhaled a long breath and relaxed his body.

He could no longer hear the girl's voice. According to her, she was going to use her remaining strength to maintain the ritual. No matter what happened next, Leon would have to deal with it by himself.

"Is it done?" Azerien asked nervously, holding a long dagger.

"Well, I hope to lure the demon possessed by Lohak here as soon as possible." Leon nodded and replied. He didn't know where his companion possessed by the demon was wandering now. Now he and Azerien had no choice but to wait and see.

Bending down to pick up the simple wooden spear made on the ground, Leon couldn't help but miss the pitchfork he had thrown away before.

Just squatting quietly in the magic circle and waiting, time passed by in a blur.

Suddenly, the two heard a noise. They were already extremely vigilant and looked at the direction of the rustling bushes at the same time.

Leon stood up, holding the spear with both hands and entering a state of alert. The pain in his left hand wrapped in cloth strips was reduced a little bit in the face of the survival crisis.

Azerien held the dagger and slightly distanced himself from Leon, ready to cooperate with his companions to attack the enemy.

Finally, the person who came slowly through the bushes came out, and the nervous teenagers finally saw the appearance of the ghost thing.

Unfortunately, it was not the figure of Lohak.

It was a large and strong canine, but its body was dry and black. The reason why Leon did not recognize it as a wolf was that its wide and short ferocious teeth were more similar to the Rottweiler on Earth in the previous life, but its body size was more than twice that of the Rottweiler.

Its hair had completely fallen off, and its nose on its head was sunken into a deep bone pit. Its bare and shriveled skin was so tight that the surface of the corpse showed the huge skeleton under its body and the still exaggerated and strong muscles.

In the eye sockets of this giant dog, the original flesh eyes disappeared, and the dark eye sockets were replaced by a strange and terrifying dark red light.

Just by looking at the dead undead hound, Leon could not help but instinctively tense his whole body. Even though the body of the big dog had dried up and shrunk, it still looked much more ferocious than an ordinary wild wolf.

"Duwana war dog?! Leon, this kind of dog is extremely ferocious. They can bite through armor! I mean they must have been able to do so when they were alive." Azerien broke out in a cold sweat. He recognized this distinctive and valuable war dog.

This is a valuable war beast produced in the west of the Kingdom of Orland, a symbol of the Rahman family of Duwana. It is expensive enough to rival a war horse, and it is so ferocious that it is difficult to subdue it without the combined efforts of two or three soldiers. Once it pounces on it, its big mouth full of fangs can easily tear ordinary people into rag dolls.

Leon dared not take his eyes off the huge dead dog. He only had a wooden spear in his hand, which was better than nothing. He did not have any powerful enough weapons. Naturally, he did not want to fight such a big war dog. The girl's voice said that although the zombie-type undead had lost their intelligence in life, in this spiritual field without natural corrosion, the power of the zombies would not be the same as before.

He immediately made a decision: "Slowly retreat and lead it to the trap."

Just as Leon's voice fell, the ferocious war dog zombie opened its bloody mouth. It seemed that its soul still had the habit of hunting in its life. It wanted to roar and intimidate the enemy, but the throat withered flesh and blood only emitted a dry hissing sound like a broken bellows.

Leon and the other person did not gather together. They retreated to two pits set up in advance in the magic circle.

The war dog, which had long since turned into a zombie, had no intention of testing its prey. It suddenly leaned forward and pounced towards the nearest Leon with its strong limbs at an astonishing speed.