Twenty Sided Dice

Rhett has been sitting in the lonely dwarven ruins for 400 years, and has been sitting on a mottled, charred test bed in the workshop where he was born since he fulfilled the last order of the maker.

His body is made of clay and can constantly change shape, but he hasn't used this ability in a long time - no need - he thinks so. Moss and mushrooms have long covered his body, making him blend into the surrounding ruins, only a pair of pure red eyes emitting a faint light in the sockets - so he has a special name, called Rhett.

A mage passed by here a while ago. He closed his eyes and pretended to be an ordinary mound, so he could continue to sit here alone but safely. He didn't like the smell of blood on the mage, which reminded him of the crime he had committed. Although these crimes were ordered by his master, and he had no choice but to serve, the blood of the dwarves still clinged to his fists, and their dying curse lingered in his ears.

At the beginning of the production, he was a member of the warrior army to fight against the dragon. But there is something in him that can absorb the soul power of the dragon, and his body is getting stronger and stronger under the water of the dragon's blood. He gradually has his own ideas, but he is still just a clay golem and must execute orders.

The dwarf runemaster discovered this and tried to figure out why. "Perhaps it is possible to understand how magical items generate intelligence," said the runemaster. "It will make the Petty clan stronger." But the opposite is true. The terrifying power of chaos is nurtured in the dying soul, and the dwarf runemaster gradually falls into Depressed and mad, he gave the wrong order, set off the wrong mechanism, and a chain of events caused the fortress to self-destruct, and the dragon finally achieved his revenge in a strange way.

Rhett began to think after finishing everything, for four hundred years. In the first hundred years he was thinking about right and wrong, in the second hundred years he was thinking about good and evil, and in the third one hundred years he was thinking about life and death. For the past hundred years, he has been thinking about the issue of God and the mortal.

Now that thought was interrupted by a young human, wearing a breastplate but holding a wand. After having a map of the entire cave, a lot of things became easier. Siegel can easily avoid traps, take the nearest shortcut, and get to his destination quickly. He managed to recognize the golem from a pile of mushrooms and patted him lightly. The mushroom spores floated into the air with the slap, causing Siegel to sneeze several times.

"Hello, Golem, I have been directed to seek your help. A blood magician has captured my friends, and I hope you can help me rescue them."

Adam decided to stay still, he would continue to think, and he did not want to participate in the battle of mortals. Anyway, whether it is a hundred years or a thousand years, these flesh and blood will eventually die. 'What's the point? ' He never understood.

Siegel did not give up, he cast a spell to clean up the garbage and dust attached to the golem, and then moved the mushrooms and moss aside. The body of the clay golem is revealed, still strong and solid. If you look closely, you can find some dark red runes deep in the gaps in the clay. Originally these were silver, painted by the dwarf rune master when he made the golem. But the blood of the dragon dyed these runes red, giving them mysterious powers, which made Red.

Seeing the golem, Siegel ignored him, guessing that there should be a correct way to activate the golem. He first looked around, trying to find the golem's necklace of control -- something that mages often use to manipulate golems. Dwarf runemasters use another means of control, identifying bloodlines, so there are no controllers around.

"Okay, I have no other choice but to try Ja Kun's spell." Siegel scratched his head, found out the materials for casting spells, and placed them in front of him one by one. "The dragon said you were an intelligent golem, so I'll try the lock breaking technique."

'I don't have a lock in my body, if I wanted to move I could have moved on my own. ' Red thought, and then his mind drifted away, as he often does. 'Why am I able to think? Where am I thinking? ’

Siegel spent more than 20 minutes preparing the spell, and the light caused by the spell enveloped Rhett's body and drilled into the golem's body. However, the young mage did not know that this spell was not originally designed for Rhett. When Jia Kun came to the ruins, he found two passages. One wanted to verify the bloodline. He thought that the dragon blood could succeed, but the ghost of the dragon would sense the breath of the dragon blood and launch an attack. This ghost is not afraid of most of Ja Kun's magic, but enough to bring his expeditions to an end.

The other passage is guarded by the army of warriors. Those are all imitations of Reid, with intelligence but no soul. They can accomplish tasks creatively, but they cannot give themselves instructions. Jia Kun's lock breaking technique was invented to pass the army of warriors.

Rhett felt itchy all over under the effect of the spell, which was a novel experience for him. He wanted to stand up and return to his stiff, indifferent golem state, but he was able to resist the urge to sit still, eyes closed, on the lab bench.

The light of the spell dissipated, and Siegel didn't notice any changes in the golem. He thought the spell had failed. As an apprentice mage, the knowledge of golems is too esoteric. Only after intensive research in many disciplines such as spells, mysticism, magic circle rituals, summoning and shaping, can it be possible to learn golem making. Siegel has a copy of "Magic Construct Research" in the Folding Fortress - there were originally two, but the Knox Commons took one. He also read it in his spare time, only about 10% of the text, he can understand roughly what it means, and the rest is completely incomprehensible. He also went to the Mages Association to inquire about the names of the authors: Lynch and Ossos, but there was no record of these two people, and they may just be the conjectures written down in this book by ordinary rural mages.

But there are a few passages in it that Siegel remembers clearly: Lynch once said that he encountered a golem with a soul, and the process was "full of pain and terror", "The condition for self-consciousness is to recognize life and death. ”, but even the most sophisticated wizards have “difficulty penetrating the puzzle.” Therefore, it is difficult for mages to actively create intelligent golems. On the contrary, some gods, through the hands of priests, "have a very small chance" to be able to complete the process. "So I thought I could study this issue only after I became a god," Lynch recorded, "So I gave up research in this area."

He thought the first sentence was very reasonable, but the latter sentence made Siegel think that this book must have been written by a country mage with a fever in his head. However, this book is a commemoration of the adventure of Longshiya, and it seems that the workmanship is very good, so I stayed.

"Okay golem, I have nothing to do." Siegel gave up the spell, stood up and said, "I can't guess your control command, I only have so many spells, and there is really nothing I can do at the moment. I really hope you can help, but without you I'm going to save my friend. It's a matter of life and death, and I can't think about it that much."

After speaking, Siegel patted the clay golem, stuffed a few bites into his mouth, re-checked his equipment, left the workshop, and headed to the "Dwarf Foot Hall" according to the map's instructions. The dragon said that the blood magician right there.

Gradually approaching the destination, Siegel had already extinguished the light of his wand. He tried his best to lighten his steps, weaken his breathing, and move over step by step. He heard a breathless gasp from a distance in front of him, as if a patient who had been suffering from pain for a long time was using his last strength to fight against death. Then he saw the gleaming blood-red light, accompanied by a crackling sound similar to lightning. Only then could he hear violent screams and hysterical laughter with asthmatic sounds.

Siegel took out the dragontooth dagger ready to throw, and the obsidian dagger was readily available by his belt. He firmly believes that even blood magicians need to recite spells, and they also need to guide the gestures of spelling. He had only one chance, and it could all be over by inserting the dagger into the mage's heart.

He slowly approached the room, where the door was just an arched void, and there was no door panel. The source of the light seems to be a dangling wind lantern on the roof of the Dwarf Temple. The dim light shone on the pillars inside the hall, casting a hideous black shadow on the stone walls of the passage outside. Siegel saw a figure in a robe shuffling through the projection of the pillar, and sometimes the room would suddenly become brighter, and the figure would become huge, filling all the gaps.

Siegel got closer and closer, his toes slid across the hot, dry ground without making a sound. This is a technique of the elf war dance, which keeps the body's center of gravity moving smoothly and silently. He is calculating the law of screams and light, and guessing the layout of the room through the projected shadows. 'Rhythm, timing, and determination' Siegel reminds himself of his efforts to apply everything he's learned and make the best of it all ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ for a favorable situation.

The blood magician looked at Prince Aaron who was hanging on the wall with satisfaction. All the royal families were greedy for immortality, so he could use the superb blood magic potion to heal his wounds and lead him into this trap. The people of the Knox Federation arranged the attack, and the crimson magic tower they built was really powerful in controlling the mind, even the troll priest, the **** of murder, could control it. But the blood of the king is so important, how could it be given up for that trivial political gain? Sending the Djinn was a dangerous move. Fortunately, neither the Knox Commonwealth nor the Mages Association found out. The blood of the king was drawn into the dragon trap. There was a magic circle where the dwarves tried to extract the power of the dragon's blood, and there was a possibility of success in reversing the blood and changing their lives.

The blood of the golden dragon was an accidental gain. I didn't expect the king's illegitimate son, Evan, to have the blood of the golden dragon. The Dawn Guards were very difficult to deal with. Their magical armors can weaken most magic effects, but blood magic can still cause enough damage. They are very soon lost the ability to fight. One person is used to contribute sacred blood, and others can pour the dragon's horn, slowly triggering the confrontation of the ancient dragon's blood, allowing the blood magician to steal the blood.

The prince's teacher, Earl Todd is a tough old guy, but the blood of mortals in him can be used as a good auxiliary material, which can reduce the pain of blood transfer. At present, the blood magician has 4 bloodlines. He thought he needed to wait for the blood of the ancient dragon, but he found a new substitute material-in the hall of skulls, he found an assassin who broke in by mistake, and she could use a dagger Kill the apprentice. But obviously, the powerful protection spell at the entrance made the assassin finally unable to hold on and fainted, so he got the fifth bloodline - Demon Descendants.