The knight in the abyss

Chapter 751 Re-casting
"Okay." Karaline on the side interrupted the philosophical discussion between the two, "Brutal, give me another drop of your blood..."

"Didn't you say you don't need it before?" The dwarf glanced at the scholar suspiciously, "Why do you want it now?"

"Because my level is limited." Kara Lin replied confidently, "Any related item can make the result of prophecy magic more accurate. As a father's son, your blood is one of the most relevant indicators. Moreover, blood has a special magical power, even without any external force, some individuals with keen perception can directly realize the existence of blood relatives..."

"Okay, okay, I'll just give it to you." Brutal waved his hand impatiently, "How much do you want? Do you need me to cut my wrist?"

"No, just a little bit, it's like killing a mosquito that just bit you..."

"Oh, that's easy." Brutal lifted the hair on his forehead, "I've been in a hurry for the past two days, and several pimples popped up...... Ah, well, where do you put it on?"

"...Here, inside the two-layer circle."

"Will it be too little? I still have a few..."

"Don't, don't! That's enough!" Kalalin endured his nausea, and pulled the scroll back, "It seems that I really don't have the talent to study necromancy... Let's start, let's get closer, I did With some additional modifications, you should be able to see the general results..."

After a series of intricate gestures and cryptic incantations by the scholar, a cloud of white smoke rose from the surface of the scroll, hovered about five feet above the ground, and began to coalesce into a concrete image—although there were many details Missing, but roughly recognizable as a dwarf working in front of a forge.

"Father!" Brutal shouted excitedly, "Look at the gesture of wielding the blacksmith's hammer, it's definitely him!"

As soon as Brutal finished speaking, the dwarf made of smoke suddenly stopped and turned his head to look aside, as if there was some commotion outside the screen.The next moment, the old dwarf rushed to a corner of the room where the armor, shield and battle-axe were placed, but he had only time to take up the weapon before the enemy rushed into the room where he was.

The attackers were three demons holding short spears. The old dwarf bravely rushed towards the enemy. The battle ax embedded in the chest of the first enemy, almost splitting the opponent in half from the middle, but the weapons of the other two enemies pierced Hitting his unarmored body, it certainly ended the old dwarf's life.Another slightly lighter phantom flew out of the smoke dwarf's body, implying that his soul had been separated from his body.

A muffled sound of 'dong' came from everyone's ears. Lancelot turned his head and found that it was Brutal who made the movement with his warhammer.The young dwarf stared at the cloud of smoke with red eye sockets, witnessing the process of his father's death caused him a strong stimulus, his whole body was trembling violently, obviously restraining some kind of turbulent emotion.

"Uncle Barend took away an enemy with one against three, and at the last moment, he also fought like a real warrior." The human knight comforted softly, "Glorious death, all of us are here for He's proud..."

"I don't care if he dies gloriously, I just want him back." The dwarf broke down at last, crying out loud, "Oh daddy! Where are you... where are you! I need you back... "

Lancelot sighed, decided not to say anything, but patted the dwarf's twitching shoulder.

"Wait, something seems wrong..." Aramir's voice brought everyone's attention back to the image made of smoke, the smoke dwarf symbolizing Barend's soul was constantly floating in the void, "Look, kill His weapon still remains on his soul, but this is impossible, when the soul leaves the body, it should not take anything with it..."

Lancelot moved his feet, observed the two short spears from another position, and found some new evidence.

"Come here, look at this." He beckoned to Alamer, "Pay attention to the bottom of the spear handle, yes, do you see that skull? Whose emblem is that?"

"Glowing skulls, why are they so familiar..." Aramir frowned and pondered, and soon showed an expression of enlightenment, "I see, these smokes can't show color, otherwise the light must be purple. This It's Ciri... the emblem of the Prince of Lies, and it seems the King of the Dead's instincts are right."

At this moment, the dwarf made of smoke seemed to have fallen into the water suddenly, and changed from the original floating state to violent struggle.Then, some invisible force violently pulled him in a certain direction, and several other dwarves appeared together, and they were all sucked into a large bag that seemed to be sewn with human skin.

Karaline's magic didn't end here. As the perspective continued to zoom out, everyone saw who was controlling everything—three thin, ugly, and severely hunchbacked old witches, with sharp thorns growing from their elongated fingers. Claws, disgusting tumors beneath his rotting robes.

The phantom formed by the smoke dissipated completely. Karalin, who had been casting spells with his eyes closed since just now, softened and fell into the arms of Lancelot, who had quick eyes and quick hands, panting violently like a dehydrated fish.

"Are you okay?" Lancelot quietly spent a little of his true energy, and the effect was immediate, "Did the spell end early?"

"No, that's all, I can only get so much information at the moment..." The scholar stood up straight by himself, "I have seen a little more details than you, those three old women are all hags, a kind with profound magic The evil creature of knowledge, the soul of Uncle Barend was intercepted by them, and it is less than fifty miles away from here."

"That's pretty close." Aramir seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "I was always worried that I would have to travel half the world to find the place..."

"After all, we were sent to this plane by the mysterious lady." Kara Lin said proudly, "Just knowing our intentions, he can open the portal in an area that is more conducive to our mission... ..."

The scholar's words stopped suddenly, because Lancelot suddenly raised his left arm, and the meaning of that gesture was very clear: there are enemies, prepare to fight.The long-term experience of joint adventures has formed a high degree of tacit understanding among the partners. Everyone is ready to fight immediately, and at the same time surrounds Kara Lin, who is relatively weak in self-protection ability.

"Where?" Brutal asked in a suppressed voice, but Lancelot could hear that there was a lot of anger in the dwarf that was eager to vent.

"Every direction." Lancelot tapped the blade rhythmically with his fingertips, making a soft chime like a bell, "Maybe I shouldn't have stopped you just now..."

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