My summons are weird

On the coast, the sea water has not yet washed away the footprints of the giant from the bottom of the sea. The footprints stretched all the way forward, and the trees fell down wherever they went, and a new path was opened up by it in the dense forest.

Royer deduced the size of the giant from the size of the footprints.

He had no way of knowing whether it was a giant, a colossus, or something else special. The wind and rain were still going on. This was what he saw when he woke up from a coma. The snow monster had long since disappeared.

The dip that made Meera tremble, is back.

Royer held the statue of the little jellyfish in his hand, pondered for a long time, and took out a magic core—he was not a magician, so he had to rely on props to use the statue.

On the way here with the snow monster, he received a message from Lu Yu, but he didn't think about how to reply.

Luo Ye liked that quiet and peaceful territory very much. Although it was a little remote, in time, Lu Yu would be able to make it a desirable place, and he never doubted that.

but…

"Lu Yu, I remember you once said to me that as long as you learn to let go, many things will have a new understanding. I know what you are reminding me... the past, blood, the excessive attachment to this land, as long as you let go..."

"I want to give up too..."

After hammering his body, his body was covered with cuts and bruises. Royer did not shed tears when his body was torn apart with a little effort.

Royer did not shed tears while walking in Mela and witnessed many tragedies in the world.

Realizing that Solon has been controlled by a thief for the past five hundred years, and the glory of his ancestors has been concealed by generations of embellishments, he did not shed tears.

Looking at the giant footprint extending into the distance, Royer cried.

"Sure enough, I was cursed...cursed by the blood that I would have given up no matter what...cursed by the land that raised me!"

"You just think I'm a fool...I'm going to do what my ancestors did. Maybe I'll never be as great as them, but at least...I can't shame them!"

"My friend, close the door... The Yeti released the Drenched Spirit, and it's back... Five hundred and seventy-two years later, again."

Royer picked up the knife with a dignified expression, and was about to follow the footprints of the giant nervously, but a figure that appeared suddenly made him a little dazed—the wet Xia Leimu stood quietly under the tree, eyes wide open. He squinted slightly, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping.

"You always seem to find a way to find out where I am...I obviously left you this time."

"I'm a magician. The powerful Mr. Snow Monster doesn't seem to care about the little tricks I left on you, and even left some marks on purpose so that I can find you quickly."

Royer pinched Shalem's face, causing her slightly squinted eyes to open painfully.

"Do you know what happened?"

"I saw some not-so-beautiful things on the road, and I probably guessed it..."

"He told me that the impregnated spirit is both a poison and an antidote, and it can force the Mela tribes to unite again and eliminate disputes... I was once shaken... What do you think?"

Shalem showed a rare serious expression, and said with her brows furrowed.

"The poison does not kill people, only the antidote is the antidote. Does the current Meera really have the ability to stop the infection?"

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When Luo Ye's message arrived at Chenxi, Lu Yu and the others' scalps went numb as expected.

The people who gathered in Lulu's room were at a loss because of the sudden change. What they built Dawn Collar to avoid was the shuffling of the magic wave and the strange life that might be born in the magic wave. Although these are full of unknowns, The degree of danger is still within the speculative and acceptable range.

The impregnated spirit... This thing can push the entire Meera flat - at least it was like this five hundred and seventy-two years ago.

"Xuyu, next time you should read some books on treasure hunting. This prophecy seems to be reliable, and it will be more helpful to the leader of Chenxi."

The mist demon turned into the appearance of a squirrel, imitating her posture of flipping a book and muttering.

For a moment, Wu Yao gave Wu Yao a blank look. She didn't know that if she learned about history on a whim, history would come alive and attack her.

"What a coincidence. The magic is very unstable at the beginning of the magic wave. Even if we open all the magic circles, there is a risk of them suddenly closing." Sera paced irritably.

Lulu added: "Even if it is opened, it must be completely retractable, far away from the boundary of the magic circle, and the spiritually polluted magic shield will not have the slightest effect."

"Has there been no magic to protect the spirit from being disturbed so far?" Lu Yu was very curious. Since there is such a product as the soul contract, there should also be a means to protect the spirit.

Lulu explained helplessly: "The knowledge of spiritual magic has always been monopolized by the school, and the research and development have been very slow. So far, the more mature one is only the product of the soul contract. Moreover, this product is not the product of those school mages. It is not a result, but one of the few complete knowledge structures left by Sayer Lucamia."

Lu Yu also recalled that Lulu's spiritual magic also came from Sayer's manual.

Not only that, Lulu lost her ability to communicate in the refining explosion, and the Sayer scroll she kept played a vital role.

Sayer himself is very proficient in spiritual magic. In this respect, he not only crushed his era, but also continued the crushing to the present. The magicians of the school of spiritual magic have only followed Sayer and groped for those things. Played badly by him, but did not leave a complete inheritance of knowledge.

Both Lulu and Sera criticized the evil consequences of the closed and conservative school, but Lu Yu never felt it so clearly.

Monopolize knowledge and limit it to communication within the circle, unwilling to share it with more people, and without a sense of crisis to be challenged, there is no need to work hard to refine and improve.

Refined improvement also needs to consider whether the new knowledge can be learned perfectly and keep up with the progress of the new school. If a new school is born, it will have an impact on the existing system.

The soul contract is so lucrative that schools related to spiritual magic can get a lot of wealth just by standing behind the slave trade.

Why stand up when you can make money lying down?

Lu Yu covered his face and murmured: "Sure enough, every world is the same..."

The fog monster was lucky: "We are relatively remote, and Zheran should not be able to get here..."

Sera's words ruthlessly shattered the mist demon's thoughts: "The last time the infestation spirit spread to the east of Kodzon and the south of the Plenty Mountains, three-quarters of the four major kingdoms now have their traces. At that time The Broken Gold City is still in the hands of the Blood Race, and they were forced into the depths of the Red Flame Mountains because of the infiltration."

"I have a question."

The voice came from outside the window, and Huogu's huge eyes were watching the room through the window—he was too big to participate in this discussion outside the house.

"Dipping, what type of life is it?"

Sera and Lulu recalled in a hurry, while Lu Yu and Xuyu were flipping through the book.

This is a question that even recalling the masterpiece "Ballad of Splendor" of the impregnated spirit has not been able to fully understand.

Each infected life has the ability to infect other life, it looks like a virus, but there seems to be a connection between each infected body, and it looks like a special race with a hive consciousness.

Could it be that the infected people were inadvertently parasitized by a strange race?

Lulu interrupted Hogu's speculation, because during the first war, some sects lifted the ban on doctors' autopsies, and asked them to search for "parasites" from the corpses of the soaked spirits they collected, but they found nothing in the end. The same is true of several anatomical investigations.

Hogu said: "I have never heard of anything similar to the impregnated spirit when I stayed in other continents. , which seems a bit disrespectful to the creatures on this land, but it seems to be the case.”

"It sounds amazing, doesn't it? The power to pollute thoughts can disappear, and all infected bodies disappear at the same time, which means that there is an inevitable connection between them, but this connection cannot be found in the body... It's difficult Could it be that what we met was a group of special 'souls'?"

Huo Gu's ridicule couldn't make everyone in the room smile, and everyone's faces became more serious.

Undead have not yet appeared in this world, and the magical environment is not enough to support a person's consciousness and soul to stay away from his body.

The high-concentration magic power environment in the dusk city makes magic full of possibilities. Clorence, who has been in it to avoid decay for hundreds of years, uses clones to harm creatures in the cycle of reincarnation, allowing those unwilling and resentful souls to survive in the form of incomplete fragments of consciousness It went on, and was later made into a semi-finished doll by Clarence's clones, and finally ushered in liberation in the hands of Sera.

Meera five hundred and seventy-two years ago obviously did not have the magical power comparable to Twilight City, and the undead would naturally not be born.

Dipping has been going on for hundreds of years, and no one has studied what it is. It would be a bit hasty to suddenly figure it out and prevent problems before they happen.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was somewhat depressed, Sigrid clapped her hands and said optimistically: "The monsters from five hundred, almost six hundred years ago, even if they reproduce the damage in the world, it is very limited. You must know that the times have changed. Now The magicians and warriors here are far stronger than they were back then, the magic system is not the same as it was back then, and the skills of the craftsmen have also made great progress."

Sera, Lulu, Lu Yu, and Xu Yu all turned their heads and stared at Sigrid.

Those eyes, full of love...

"What...what's the matter... what I said is the truth?"

Lu Yu glanced at Xu Yu: "It seems that you also need to learn from Xu Yu, read more books."

Sera told Sigrid Cope: "If you think that the impregnated spirit can only pollute the spirit, and you think that relying on high-level magicians to bomb long-rangely can solve the trouble, you are very wrong."

Xu Yu quickly flipped through "Brilliant Narrative Volume One", handed it to Sigrid, and thoughtfully pointed out which paragraph to read from.

The Mist Demon posted over curiously: "Let me see... While the cooperative strangling of pollution sources in various parts of Meera has achieved remarkable results, the warriors were also surprised to find that their casualties began to rise inadvertently."

"Some infected bodies, which are obviously impossible to be good at and use magic, can release strange fluctuations of magic power, and soon after, resonate 'magic' in a special way."

"When those colorful lights fell straight into the formation, many people woke up like a dream, and realized in horror... huh?" The fog demon directly turned into a huge question mark, "Magic with fifth-level power?"

"Just kidding, how can a person who has not awakened magic power use magic, even if he uses it... that is the fifth level, it is the fifth level!" Sigrid's eyes widened, unable to keep calm.

When Lu Yu read these records for the first time, he also thought it was a fantasy, but combined with the time, he discovered a detail.

The time of the first impregnated spirit calamity happened to be at the end of the last magic wave, so some scholars in the book speculate that it was the magic wave that awakened these infected bodies. Dangerous, they will naturally choose to fight back, and magic will...

It sounds nonsense, but this is already the best effort of these scholars who have studied the influence to explain it correctly and rigorously from an academic point of view.

But fortunately, the probability of these miraculous resonance magic phenomena is not high, but... the last time they were able to resonate to the fifth level, so how many levels can they resonate by chance this time with the magic wave?

Moreover, can being stronger than before really stop the infection?

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The northern border of Solon, Blue Helmets.

The lord kicked the messenger who was kneeling in front of him, and cursed: "This is the answer you gave me, the number is unknown, the enemy is unknown? No information can be detected, why are you coming back? You are messengers, give me information , I want information!"

The lord stood at the head of the city, pointing to the direction where the entire city lord's guard disappeared: "I want to know who attacked Solon before dark tonight, the location, and the number of vanguards. Perhaps the Inquisition would be happy to chat with you."

The messenger gritted his teeth. Under the pressure of the city lord, he got up in a hurry, and was about to rush out the door to perform his duties.

But he stopped.

"My lord, a whole team of cavalry and twelve messengers disappeared after entering the dense forest. This is enough to show that the enemy we have to face is unprecedentedly strong... Do we really want to die? The information should be quickly passed on to the surrounding city-states!"

The lord was so enraged that he threw the cup on the messenger's head.

"You are teaching me how to do things, and you are teaching me how to do things!"

"If you don't go, you should let your son go for you."

The courier trembled all over. He didn't dare to say anything more. He returned to the camp trembling, gathered his companions again, and sank into the distant dense forest without looking back.

The city lord of the blue helmet stood at the top of the city, watching the messenger, and snorted coldly.

help?

The enemy's situation is unknown, what if it's just a misunderstanding? Hastily asking for help, where is his face? If the nobles meet each other in the future, won't he become the laughing stock of other nobles?

Solon had only one enemy in the north, the Watcher Elves. He didn't think these elves would want to fight the mighty Solon Empire.

They can't afford to lose!

If you just want to take advantage of the chaos and kill the adventurers and merchants near the volcanic ridge to supplement the military supplies for the civil war, then let them go. They should realize the seriousness of the matter when the messenger belonging to Solon was killed. Automatically retreat after succeeding...