Twenty Sided Dice

Erinte didn't dare to say more, in case too much urging would cause the other side to be vigilant. This is called a rat trap, the dwarf thought sadly. He can't move now, he can only lie on the ground, looking up at the little stars in the sky, watching them shine brightly in the dark night, just like the crystal veins in the underground cave. But after just a short while, he felt dizzy—the stars are not gems in the leylines after all, and they will slowly change positions over time, gradually disappearing from east to west. "Lord of the Guardian, please make time go slower!" The dwarf kept praying in his heart.

In Elf Leah's heart, she was equally anxious. She wanted to know what happened to the three sorcerers who entered the cave just now. Why did one escape in blood, the other was missing eyes, and the other was missing? Did they have an encounter with Siegel? Whether the young man survived - she didn't dare to think deeply. Several times she looked up in the direction of the cave, at the stone stairs to climb. "Maybe I can rush up this time and won't faint on the way." There was an impulsive voice in the elf's heart that encouraged her to take risks, but at the same time, there was a rational voice expressing her opinion, "After you go up, stay behind Legged Erint here alone? How long will it take for the magicians to find out? Can the dwarves survive without a remote threat?"

The answer is definitely not.

Time has never passed so slowly, and the dwarves still wish they could go slower. At this time, the casters of Knox said loudly: "I can't believe your current conditions. After all, you attacked the camp first and killed our people."

"Then what do you want? Stay in a stalemate and wait for the dwarf guards to wipe you out? This is the New World, the top of Mora, and the territory of our dwarves. Under the warhammer, the steel will also melt!"

"Let your archers stand where we can see, and make a way," shouted One Eye. "Don't try to do anything threatening, or you'll die. Death is just another beginning! "

"Okay, let's go. Today's affairs are over!" The dwarf agreed helplessly.

The two sorcerers whispered, discussing the conditions of the dwarves. "I think there are ghosts in it. Dwarves are stubborn, how can they compromise?"

"I don't think it's right either, but Carlos, what else can you do? It will take at least four hours to recover full mana power, and it will be dawn by then." One Eye said.

"Maybe the dwarf watchtower has lit the wolf smoke, and their patrol reinforcements can arrive at any time." Carlos added.

"It's all you idiot. If you go to the watchtower on time, you won't let these **** succeed. Those mercenaries will only get in the way!"

"Don't talk nonsense, if it were you, would you leave when the guard golem was about to be destroyed? Besides, I stayed at the camp and let the three of you enter the cave. In exchange, that mistake has been smoothed out. So don't give me more Bring this up! You should talk about it, is there any gain in it?"

"No, **** it, that guy Collison took it all away. Jomi was killed by him, and I lost an eye. Damn, I will never make him feel better!"

The sorcerer looked suspiciously at his one-eyed companion, believing it less than 30%. 'Leave here first, I have a chance to find out the truth. ' he thought.

One-Eyed also knew that the more the discussion, the more complicated the matter, so he quickly shouted to the dwarf: "Okay? Where is the elves? We can't see it!"

At this time, he suddenly found that his classmate was pointing at his waist in surprise—that was where the folding fortress was hidden. 'Did he see it? ’ In an instant, One Eye was ready to attack the spell, and concentrated the life-saving power of the pressure box to his fingertips, ready to fight for wealth.

"Look, what happened to your pocket? What's in it?"

'I only have one perfect eye, and once I look away I'm dead, so I can't be fooled. Either you die this time or I die! ' The one-eyed sorcerer finished the last bar of the spell, a fiery ray blazing from the tip of his little finger. His comrades didn't expect the attack, it was just countless daily training that made him try to shift his body, trying to avoid deadly spells - plus the caster only had one eye to aim, so the ray wasn't all that accurate - his A round hole was burned under the left rib, and charred organs and melted bones could be seen inside the body.

At this moment, a flash of white light burst out from the corner of the one-eyed vision. He also felt the violent vibration of the folding fortress, and a violent magic energy was gathering strength. The sorcerer sensed danger, a sense of fear that went deep into his soul. He reached out to remove the hidden bag and threw the folded fortress away, but before his hand touched the pocket, a gray arc cut off four of his fingers—and he didn't feel the slightest pain. One-eyed tried to mobilize the last strength to protect like his comrades, but the heat ray just now had drained the source of magic.

An invisible and silent shock wave burst out from him, sweeping the entire camp, and everything was swept away—the rocks, tents, material trucks, and witch spirit puppets were all blown away. The one-eyed, without any magical protection, was also shattered and swept away. Only the "holes in the ribs" sorcerer and his back remained intact. A force field shield was used at the last moment, and after exhausting all the protective power, it successfully resisted the impact.

In the place where the one-eyed sorcerer used to exist, Siegel with black hair and black eyes was standing inexplicably, holding the key to the portable space in his hand. A little starlight was flickering at the top of the key, then slowly extinguished, just as the space closed.

"Folding space stacking effect! Damn it, he actually stole space equipment!" Carlos was furious. At the same time, his greedy eyes were fixed on the key in Siegel's hand. It must be a high-level magic equipment. He even felt After the explosion just now, the magic energy fluctuated by the key in an instant. Although the impact of the blast shock wave was still there, he still tried to concentrate, barely controlled the energy of the spell, and used the ghost grappling force field.

Siegel originally read books in the Rubik's Cube. According to the habit he developed in the library on the top of Mora, he first browsed the general content of the catalog and books, and prepared to make a reading plan. After scanning all the books on the shelf, he thought of a few more books that had been thrown into the key space—just when he had just acquired this magical piece of equipment, it was used as a test. So he took out the key and said the code word "unlock". The Rubik's Cube suddenly vibrated violently, and everything around him was shattering and spinning. Then Siegel saw a strong circle of light enveloping him, which seemed to contain countless bright stars, stretching into a vast galaxy. The image only existed for a brief moment, but it was deeply imprinted on Siegel's mind. Then he saw himself standing at the foot of the Dragon Lion Cliff Mountain, surrounded by a mess. He looked around and saw a sorcerer from the Knox Common Society, who seemed to be chanting a spell?

Siegel reacted suddenly, he let go of the key in his hand and let it fall to his chest naturally. It was too late to draw back the machete from behind, and the fastest weapons that could be used were the dagger on the belt and the flying axe hanging on the side of the thigh.

But a big hand made of gray mist swooped over, spreading out its five fingers and reaching a radius of two meters. Siegel was grabbed before he could resist, and was rolled backwards by the force of the impact. The sorcerer waved his hand and ordered the mercenary behind him to help. Siegel noticed that the guys moved stiffly and quickly, drawing their swords one by one. I'm afraid they will be dismembered in a while!

In order to survive, Siegel mustered his brute force and his heart beat hard, sending energy to all the organs in his body. Like a barbarian on the plateau, he used his bones and muscles to the limit, trying to stretch his bound hands outward. The gray mist, as if alive, wailed under this savage tear, then cracked piece by piece, and finally dissipated in the air like a balloon that exploded.

"What kind of brute force is this?!" Sorcerer Carlos was lost for a moment. He hurriedly recited the next spell, but was affected by the injury between his ribs, the magic power collapsed without building up, and the spell disappeared into the void.

Siegel took out the dagger at this moment, and the other hand touched the flying axe, and rolled from the prone position to the half-kneeling position. A shaman puppet closest to him rushed over, and the meteor hammer spun, drawing one ellipse after another in the air. The puppet's eyes were blank and expressionless, so Siegel couldn't tell which angle he would strike with the meteor hammer.

A feather arrow shot, hit the puppet's eyebrows, and fell into his head. Siegel knew it was the elf master assisting him from a distance. From the corner of his eye, he also saw the dwarf Erint using a warhammer as a support, jumping on one leg to move towards him, shouting: "Come and taste the power of the rock!"

The sorcerer of the Knox Common Society is hiding behind the three puppet warriors, holding their hearts in both hands, gathering the power of the next spell. A red light emanated from his palm, reflecting on the hideous face, drawing a distorted and crazy shadow. The Wu Ling puppet said nothing, as cold as a machine, only knowing how to execute orders.

"Cover me! I'll take the enemy chief!" Siegel shouted, bouncing off the ground and accelerating like a cheetah. He threw out the throwing axe in his left hand, smashed the long sword of the puppet closest to him, and bounced off the obstacle that was originally lying across the road.

Siegel pushed the first puppet away with a shoulder during the charge. He wanted to seize every second to charge towards the caster. "Get close to the magician and force them to make mistakes!" The dwarf's teachings were still echoing in his ears, so Siegel didn't stop at all and charged straight towards the sorcerer Carlos.

The second witch spirit puppet raised his two-handed sword and slashed down. A white-feathered arrow brushed the tip of Siegel's hair and stabbed into the puppet's neck. His head was folded back to one side, his arms drooped limply, and his hands let go weakly. The steel greatsword fell from the air, but before it touched the ground, Siegel had passed the second enemy.

The third Witch Spirit puppet took a step laterally, completely blocking Siegel's forward path, and the two knives swung staggered in front of him, like a whirling storm of ground meat. A smile appeared on the corner of Carlos' mouth, and he only felt that victory was in his hands. But he saw that Siegel's eyes were still focused on himself, as if he didn't see a barrier in the middle.

Of course, Siegel saw the double-knife puppet, but he believed that his companions could provide cover for him, so he didn't slow down or change direction, and he didn't hesitate to charge. A red slick passed by, and the flaming warhammer flew from the side and slammed into the Wu Ling puppet. The huge inertia bounced him away and rolled over three meters on the ground.

So a horse flattened the river.

The black dagger pierced directly into the sorcerer's heart, without sound or stagnation. With endless fear in Carlos' eyes, he already felt death grabbing his soul, and his spells slipped from his fingertips. Before a final whimper could come out, the dagger left his chest and stabbed into his throat again.

Another feather arrow came, killing the first witch spirit puppet.

The dwarf fell to the ground, looked up to see everything, and shouted happily, "Nice job, child!"