Mage Joan

Joan paced slowly around the magic pool. After a long time of thinking, he decided to grasp one of the most obvious doubts as a breakthrough point for in-depth investigation.

After he had made up his mind, Joan stepped onto the teleportation array and returned to the lobby on the sixth floor with the magic beam rising from the ground. Before the iron golem who had just got rid of the paralysis had not yet reacted, he trot all the way out of the lobby.

Joan took the "Wind Elevator" down to the fifth floor on the light car road, and then went down the metal spiral ladder to the library hall on the fourth floor. He took the "Wind Elevator" again and returned to the third floor of the castle.

Going out of the staircase, Joan looked at the misty corridor in front of him, waved and released twelve "peeping magic eyes", and instructed them to find the flap trap that Casio had unfortunately fallen.

Not long after, a glass magic eye found the sinister raised floor in the middle of the corridor.

Joan's lips slightly raised, and he walked straight away. The remote control "Mage Poison High-five" triggered a trap. A ten-foot square, seemingly flat floor suddenly opened, opening the well of the black hole.

Joan's remote control magic hand is holding the flap, keeping the wellhead open, and at the same time switching the perspective to a glass magic eye near the wellhead.

Looking down from the wellhead, the bottom of the trap was empty and unobstructed.

However, Joan knew that this was an illusion created by the illusion. The seemingly solid bottom was only a phantom, and there was a deeper trap hidden beneath.

Joan waved a "dispelling technique" and temporarily suppressed the "illusion wall". The "bottom of the well" seen by the naked eye disappeared quietly. About 20 feet deep below, the real corner of the well was curled with a pale figure.

Joan saw the figure at the bottom of the well through the glass magic eyes, and his lips sneered unpredictably.

"Wax Golem, are you going to climb up on your own, or will I pull you out?"

The young mage sneered at the wellhead.

The white shadow at the bottom of the pit shuddered, and under Joan's compulsion, he stood up helplessly, sticking his hands and feet to the wall of the well, like a flexible spider climbing up.

Joan noticed where the wax golem had crawled, leaving some traces of reflection, like melted thick wax oil.

Not long after, the wax golem climbed out of the wellhead, and a panic expression appeared on the waxy face, daring not to look at Joan's eyes.

"Why are you hiding at the bottom of the pit?" Joan asked bluntly.

"Of course I don't want to be discovered by you." The wax golem responded with a bow.

"About two years ago, we met here, do you remember me?" Joan changed the subject.

"Of course I remember, after that, no outsiders have come in since." The wax golem recalled the past with a lingering fear. "There was a poet with you at the time. I pushed him into a pit, locked it up, and pretended to be. Be like him."

"You not only pretended to be Casio, but also tried to use disguise to deceive my trust, took the opportunity to assassinate me. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to see through your disguise in time, and the spell knocked you down. Do you still remember these things? "

"Of course I remember, Master Master, just because I know how powerful you are, so I dare not offend you again." The wax golem said in a low voice.

"really?"

Joan stared at the wax golem with vigilance, inspiring a "mythical power", covering his spell-casting gestures with his cloak sleeves, cooperating with "spell magic" and "Ao Ling transformation", and blessing "recognize lies".

"You are the golem created by the owner of the castle. Your mission is to guard this corridor and kill alien intruders like me. Can you defy the master's order and choose to avoid war and steal lives?"

The Wax Golem hesitated for a moment and replied cautiously: "Master Master, I need to know that I am different from those brainless golems downstairs. I am a higher golem who can think. The master did order me to guard this corridor, but his old man It also gives me more freedom and can take the most sensible countermeasures according to the specific situation, rather than like those golems without independent thinking ability, no matter what kind of enemy they face, they will only rigidly execute a set of procedures."

"Dear Master Master, from the moment you walked into the reception hall on the second floor of the castle and conflicted with the two stone golems, I was alarmed by the fighting sounds downstairs and sneaked in to see what happened ."

"In the next time, I witnessed you become a six-armed giant, rammed all the way, first beat two stone golems, and then crushed four clay golems, to be honest, scared me to be hot, almost Melt!"

"Compared with stone golems and clay golems, my advantage is that my brain is more flexible. Fighting head-on is not my strength!"

"I am a little clever. Of course, I can't compare your great wisdom to Master Master. I can't find an opportunity to secretly calculate you. I can't beat you in a head-on confrontation. What else can you do?"

"In this situation, my only option is to find a hidden place to hide, so as not to cause you any trouble, and I have to suffer less."

"I did this, but unfortunately underestimated your vigilance and caution, and eventually you were pulled out." Wax Golem lamented.

Joan confirmed that it had not lied, but did not relax his vigilance and asked quietly, "How much do you know about the history of this castle?"

"Unfortunately, Master Master, I was the last of all the Golems to be created. My master created me. The main purpose was to experiment with a newly acquired spell. I didn’t intend to build and build my powers in the first place. The material is cheap whale oil wax, and the combat effectiveness is also optional. After the completion of the project, I was left in this corridor without asking me, or allowing me to go out, how can I understand the things in the castle?"

In the words of the wax golem, there is a grudge against the creator.

"At least you should know why all the residents of the castle disappeared, so that no traces were left." Joan continued to ask.

"When I was created, only Lord Wavrunier was left in this castle. As for his relatives and friends, it seemed that they all went to the war against the dragons. Only the old mage stayed alone. Here."

The eyes of the wax golem carved out of black crystal seem to be trying to recall the past.

"Master Wavrunil once said that in order to fight against the fierce dragons, the giants need more powerful strategic weapons. If they cannot make breakthrough progress in weapon research and development, the giants will probably lose this war for world hegemony."

"Master Wavrunil’s seclusion in the Cloud City was to develop such a super weapon that could change the direction of the war. Unfortunately, his old man failed to fulfill this wish until his deathbed. After his death, the castle was abandoned. ."

The wax golem grinned wryly and said quietly:

"This is not a bad thing for me. Without the restraint of the owner, I don’t have to stay in this dull corridor all day. People — not golems — live like that."

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