My summons are weird

The first snow in winter in Yas was ferocious. With the help of the strong wind, the white snow spots flitted violently across the ground, covering everything in sight with silver overnight.

The sudden drop in temperature caused Yas III to wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. The frantic servants added charcoal to the room while looking for utensils that could carry the magic power of the fire system, so that Yas III's study and bedroom could be as warm as spring.

Yas III who woke up looked at the snow and sighed deeply.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Two years ago, the rebellion started by Earl Nott quickly ignited the southern border of Yas, and the lords who were dissatisfied with the high degree of centralization became independent one after another, and then united to launch an invasion of the territory of the Kingdom of Yas.

It shouldn't have been so fast... Everything seemed to stem from the arrival of that person.

He destroyed the Goblin Palace by himself, causing the Goblin King to fall, but the reliable and stupid Sir Guy who guarded the frontier stepped into the ridiculous trap of the inferior monster and was buried with him.

The empire, which has no external aggression, has ushered in internal aggression. The two-year war has completely shattered the country, and the surrounding city-states are staring at it, waiting for the huge Yas to decline a little bit and become prey that can be eaten.

Neither he nor the lord headed by Earl Nott intend to accept a stalemate.

The information sent by the governors of the major city-states is not optimistic. This year's harvest is particularly poor, because famine has broken out in many areas where the war missed planting. Hungry slaves and people picked up farm tools and chains, and enslaved their guards. People were hanged, and their bodies were hung on high places—either in noble mansions, or on city walls.

Such rebellions are not uncommon, but they are always easily extinguished.

The mob with farm tools still couldn't resist the magic, and the huge gap brought about by magic made the anger in their hearts locked back into the cage again.

Although the wise men of the kingdom have repeatedly emphasized and reminded everyone that the suppression will only usher in a greater rebellion, Yas III can no longer control that much. He is very clear that such things are also happening in the territory of Earl Nott , what he has to do is to collapse later than the opponent, and then feed the mob with the flesh and blood of the opponent to calm down their hostility.

Strictly speaking, it doesn't matter if it doesn't subside, as long as magic and knowledge are still in the hands, it will never be the pariahs who can shake the rule of Yas, but the nobles.

The war made him deeply understand this truth. He has no mercy for the lives of untouchables and slaves. They are just necessary consumables to be thrown on the battlefield.

Watching the constant arrival of news during the break, King Yas III ate the soft bread bit by bit. These freshly baked pasta had a rich and sweet aroma of ground wheat, which made his slightly tired body recover little by little.

Suddenly, he frowned, grabbed a scroll and read it repeatedly, and then handed it to the guard.

After a while, a magician came to the study.

"What exactly does the message on the scroll mean?" Yas III asked.

The magician saluted first, then said after a moment of pondering: "During this period, there have been a lot of reports related to the frontline, and the descriptions are surprisingly similar. At first we thought it was a clumsy mistake made by the new magician, but as time went by, such a mistake It also appeared on the third-order magician, even I experienced it once..."

Yas III stood up irritably, holding the scroll and shaking it: "But the magic you mentioned has been used stably for many years!"

The magician was sweating profusely. He really didn't know how to explain this strange and probabilistic event that happened more and more frequently.

The formed magic suddenly collapsed at a certain moment. This is the "ghost incident" encountered by the frontline magicians in the Kingdom of Yas today.

The blazing fireball suddenly extinguished on the way of condensation.

The gushing water suddenly turned into a sky full of foam.

Before the thick rock giant shield could resist the downward forceful attack, it suddenly cracked and disappeared.

Not a single type of magic encountered "ghost" interference, and almost every kind of magic reported anomalies.

Such anomalies were all classified as "forced errors caused by high tension" at the beginning, but gradually began to occur frequently as time went by. When fighting with Earl Nott's cavalry yesterday, two magicians unexpectedly appeared Misfiring, a rare condition that fails to provide protective magic to a companion.

The two magicians who had been taken off the battlefield have been accused by the general of colluding with the enemy, but only the magicians knew that the two were disturbed by the "ghost".

This invisible ghost is not interested in the flow and condensation of magic power, but once the magic power is intertwined into a web and gradually transformed into magic, it will appear from the shadows, fiddle with the sophisticated magic system with invisible hands, and lure them to failure.

"Are you kidding? Where are the ghosts? How can ghosts only affect magic and not creatures!" Yas III also had a certain understanding of magic, and he only felt that the rhetoric provided by the magician was extremely absurd.

The land where Yas is located was originally devoid of human footprints. The earliest humans are believed to have originated from outside the continent, and they are all descendants of pioneers.

The earliest pioneers brought the original language, culture, and magical system.

Although in the long process of development, the initial documents and historical records became less and less, but the knowledge related to magic was kept very well and was preserved by generations of magicians.

These rock-solid magics have built a new civilization for them in this remote continent, and supported them for hundreds of years. It has undergone numerous improvements and has been verified as "reliable".

Magicians now say that these solid foundations are constantly shaking and full of uncertainty?

The magic power is still abundant, why is there any reason for the magic to be turbulent?

An excuse, a shameful excuse!

Yas III wanted to be angry because he saw clearly the strategy of the magicians - telling him a lie to show him that magicians were indispensable to the kingdom, in order to save the lives of the two magicians who caused the defeat.

Kingdom warriors still have strong combat power. Their sharp blades are powerful enough to split magic and tear the body of a magician... They seem to have forgotten that although magicians are strong, they rely on the power of the kingdom to surpass the people .

After reassuring the magicians and telling the kingdom that they would carefully investigate the reasons behind the magic failure, Yas III ordered the execution of the two wrong magicians without hesitation—he could treat the magicians preferentially, but he must not lose the leader of the warriors for this. the support of the generals.

Yas III didn't know what his decision would lead to. At the same time, he didn't know that in the depths of the Goblin Palace that Lu Yu had penetrated, a Goblin King named Chacha also appeared at this time. Heard similar reports.

Deep in the humid underground palace, Chacha personally led a team to pick a large number of mushrooms. Thanks to the mother of the earth, the mushrooms are still growing hard in the relatively humid underground palace in the cold winter.

Their hyphae extend outward from the fungus room, covering the long-abandoned underground palace area little by little, tenaciously poking their heads out of the cracks in each brick and stone, and producing sweet and delicious "fruits".

Sorin, the former goblin king, voluntarily died in exchange for two years of peace for the goblin family.

Although the alien races on the Luotan Plain, human beings still venture into the underground palace to hunt for bounty or killing needs, but compared with the peak period, the scale is much smaller.

Through a heroic goblin messenger, the goblins in the dungeon learn that the vast human kingdom is in a long civil war.

Many goblins rushed out of the ground clamoring, plundering the land that belonged to them, leaving humans too busy to take care of themselves.

Goblin King Chacha was unmoved, wearing a crown, he possessed absolute authority. Although he didn't have Solan's wisdom, he was by no means stupid.

"Hide, hide again, let them forget us...forget the life that exists in the depths of this eerie dungeon."

"What we want to do is to become stronger, not to plunder."

"The land is there, and only power can determine its ownership!"

"Check!"

"Check!"

"Check!"

Amidst the praises of the goblins, Check asked a goblin mage.

"Magic, still damaged?"

The goblin mage raised his staff, and the ball of light generated by the simple lighting technique lasted for less than two seconds before disintegrating into nothing. The goblins in the underground palace made a sound similar to grinding their teeth. It is an instinctive behavior for them to express fear and incomprehension.

"Curse...it's a curse!"

There was a goblin who muttered like this, but was scared to shut up by Chacha's indifferent eyes.

"Is there a more terrible curse than a short lifespan, an ugly face, a weak body, and a despised origin?" Chacha looked down at his fellow clan and shouted, "Failed magic is not a curse, and it cannot overcome the suffering it brings us , this is the eternal curse!"

"Check!"

"Check!"

"Check!"

Under the fanatical gaze of his fellow clansmen, Chacha left the throne and summoned the best goblin mages alone.

One after another, weird failures emerged in each test. Chacha sat cross-legged on the ground, lost in thought.

Chacha couldn't understand, but his intuition told him... something seemed to have changed?

The wind is still blowing.

The Star Knights of the Grand Empire were hunting in the coastal town of Swordfish. The giant spiders in the wetlands that attacked many villages and towns were surrounded by well-trained knights from all directions. The bright light reflected from the polished weapons and armor made the giants All the spider's eyes were white, and knowing that it was doomed, it jumped up, aimed at the place with the fewest people, and launched a fatal blow.

"Let the wind rise!"

Amidst the loud and high-pitched chants, the inconspicuous wind whirls on the ground began to gather, and the giant spider was trapped to death by the tornado coming from all directions in an instant, and the rolled up dust gently blocked everyone's sight.

The wind died down, and the giant spider died.

Members of the Knights skillfully performed a physical examination on the giant spider, actively cutting the affected area.

Heather, who had completed the finishing blow, stood silently aside, looking at the original star knights who had only about 20 people left, and sighed.

Grand V died very suddenly, and he did not announce his heir because he held on to his power tightly. Therefore, the Prince of Cornwall, who Heather disliked and even hated, became the helm of the Grand Empire.

Heather cooperated with the cat-faced killer, and found evidence that he personally participated in the organ trade with difficulty to win over the magician. Just when he made up his mind to submit it to Grand V, Grand V died suddenly.

Lu Yu once invited her to the distant continent called Mela, and she was indeed moved by the powerful magic inheritance of that continent. However, her dedication to justice and her sense of responsibility to the Star Knights made her stay.

But now she felt that everything she insisted on was so stupid.

The head of the regiment, Hester, died. The death was unknown. After a banquet, he died suddenly at home. The doctor's autopsy revealed that he died from a sudden illness, but no one in the Knights of the Stars believed it.

The nobles all know that the Prince of Cornwall, now His Majesty the Emperor Grand, doesn't like Hearst.

To be precise, he didn't like the untouchables.

This strongman who rose from the bottom, went to the top step by step, and proved himself to all the nobles, this inspirational representative selected by Grand V, this righteous and upright warrior ushered in his own end.

Heather, who entered the palace to find an explanation for Hearst, was harassed by Cornwall as expected, and not long after, she disbanded Xingchen, a knight order that only accepts low-level backgrounds, and sent them to the The fringe city-state is guarded by its confidant lord.

The low-level promotion channel left by Grand V was closed, and Cornwall couldn't wait to clean up everything he didn't like.

The disheartened Heather no longer thought about where the Grand Empire would go, and she also rejected her family's invitation.

She, the chief magician of the stars, has now become the group leader, even if there is only one person in the group, she will not run away.

It is the responsibility of the regiment leader to protect the regiment members.

The self-blame lingered in her heart for a long time and could not be dissipated. In recent months, Xingchen's partners always suffered heavy casualties, and all of these were due to some inexplicable accidents.

The first is that the scroll she personally gave to her companions cannot be triggered.

Facing the monster, the group members who could have escaped because of their trust in her, took the initiative to contact the enemy, took out the scroll to trigger, but there was no response, and eventually died tragically.

Afterwards, Heather checked the scroll repeatedly, and this scroll, which was ineffective in the hands of the members, brought a hurricane to their camp, and the original effect of this scroll was supposed to produce a defensive shield.

Heather tried multiple scrolls, but only one had such a strange phenomenon.

For this reason, she was very careful and careful every time she wrote the scroll, and checked it repeatedly afterwards, but another partner died because of the scroll.

This time it was not because of the monster. The moment the group member triggered the scroll, the roaring wind magic tore his body to pieces, and he died unwillingly before the others had time to heal.

Before dying, the members of the regiment opened their eyes wide and moved their lips.

"Is it really an accident?"

The silent words tortured Heather's heart.