book of old days

Chapter 71
The way of death this time was a bit tragic. Even though Sean "had gone through life and death", it still left a deep psychological shadow.

Fortunately, the harvest is also huge. I have memorized four or five magic spells alone, and I have also learned a set of professional techniques for extracting the magic power liquid (the name Sean gave to the blue liquid) from magic items. It can be said to be full of income.

By the way, there is also that mind magic - the fire of anger.

Now I can finally embark on the path of transcendence.

Sean thought, and couldn't help becoming excited.

He couldn't even wait to test it when he got home, so he raised his right hand in the deserted snow.

Reminiscing about the feeling and movement of Bergwood when he cast the spell, Sean waved his hand violently—"The fire is raging!"

But nothing happened, let alone a pillar of fire, not even a single spark came out.

That's right, that's how Bagwood casts magic in his memory.

He was a little puzzled, and waved his hand again: "The wind blows!" There was still no movement, a gust of night wind brought a bit of chill, but the wind was definitely not summoned by him.

"Lightning Thunder!"

"The magic door is open!"

"Dawei Tianlong!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Avada eats a big melon!"

"Gan!"

Sean was a little annoyed, he couldn't cast any magic, could it be because he didn't have any magic power?But how did that Bagwood do it?It was mentioned in my memory that Bagwood himself is not a qualified wizard, but a squib and a withered.

So how did he perform the magic?Could it be the relationship between drinking the magic liquid?Could it be that he refined that thing to replenish his magic power?It feels very possible.

Xiao En said in his heart that this is really a hell, although he has also learned how to refine the magic liquid, but where can he find so many magic items to refine?
If there were magic items, it would be too late for him to collect them himself, so why would he be willing to use them to refine potions?
And potions are usually time-sensitive. Once they run out, they have to be replenished. It is impossible to cast unlimited spells with one bottle. In other words, if you want to become a magician by drinking blue potions, It needs to be continuously refined, and the magic items needed will go to the sea...

He was a little helpless. He felt like he had learned a lot from the summoning this time, but he seemed to have learned nothing.

But Sean has not completely given up hope. That Bergwood is a squib, but he may not be. Anyway, we are also here through time travel. Even if there is no plug-in of the protagonist's halo system, it is not too much to give magic talent, wizard blood, etc.?

He gestured to the air a few more times, chanting spells while gesticulating, hoping for a miracle to happen, but the result was not ideal. He gestured to the air for a long time, and besides disturbing the air, it attracted strange things from the dwarves. It has no effect beyond the eyes.

Just when he was about to give up, a voice suddenly sounded.

"It's useless...you're just a human...those spells mean nothing to you."

Sean was startled, "Who!" When he turned his head, there was no one behind him.

No! Sean immediately realized that the voice did not come from behind, but echoed in his mind.

"Begwood?" he asked tentatively.

Sure enough, a young man's voice came to mind.

"Begwood? That name sounds familiar... yes... that's right... Bagwood, that's my name... the great Bagwood..."

The voice was intermittent, with a hint of bewilderment.

Sean became a little nervous. It was mentioned in Medorian's records that the soul is a very wonderful thing. No one can really explain what it is all about. Even lost spirit bodies sometimes have self-consciousness. It will be hidden in the gap with memory and preserved.

In other words, he should be possessed by a ghost now.

Fortunately, this ghost is not complete. After more than 100 years of time, it should not have much self-awareness.

"You are dead to Bagwood, it's time to leave, let go, rest in peace." Sean said softly, following the inducement, but his words seemed to have the opposite effect.

"Dead? How could I die? I am the great Bergwood, the rebel of Mosengard, the one who has mastered the power of real magic! I will not die, I will never die!" That voice was full of Resentment gradually became agitated.

Sean is most afraid of this kind of thing, "You are really dead, don't you remember, you lost control with the fire of anger, burned yourself to death, and now you are just a remnant soul."

The voice in my head was silent for a moment——

"Yes... I remembered, there is such a thing, but I am not reconciled, I am still young, I can't just die like this, wait a minute, your body looks very healthy and energetic, put How will it be given to me? What an honor it is to dedicate my body to the great Bergwood..."

Sean felt a stabbing pain in the brain, and Bagwood seemed to want to take his body, but he was too weak to cause only a stabbing pain.

But Sean didn't relax, a wave of vague thoughts enveloped him, invisible and intangible, but he could feel that it was on him.

The left hand suddenly moved by itself, touched the pocket in his arms, took out a piece of bacon, put it in his mouth, and chewed it by himself.

"Ah, the taste of food, I haven't tasted it for too long."

Sean was terrified in his heart. He tried hard to regain control of his left hand, but his right leg started to move by itself.

Fortunately, his right hand was still under his control. He pulled out his left hand, which wanted to continue digging out his pocket, but he didn't know what to do next.

Hell, I knew that changing the spell might have consequences, but I didn't expect to be afraid of it.

He pinched his left hand vigorously, slapped his cheek, and slammed his thigh against the tree, but it was useless.

There was a burst of laughter in Sean's head.

"Hahaha, it's useless, your attack can't hurt me, I'm invisible, only magic can hurt a ghost, but you're just a mortal."

Hearing those words, Xiao En had a flash of inspiration in his heart, "You are right, but there is a kind of magic that does not require magic power."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand—the fire of anger!
There is no response, it should be that the emotions are not in place. The magic of the mind comes from the emotions in the heart. At this time, his heart is full of fear and annoyance, but there is not much anger. He tries hard to recall the bad things he encountered in the past, trying to ignite The anger in my heart, but the memories of my previous life are too far away. Those experiences of being bullied, being stolen, or being harassed by trolls when I was a child have all become blurred at this time.

No amount of recollection could arouse his emotions.

Sean was anxious for a while, but Bagwood's residual consciousness laughed triumphantly.

"Hahaha, I knew that not everyone can use mind magic. It requires a superb talent for magic. You are just a mortal, an ant-like existence, and you are too self-sufficient for wanting to use my power.

I don't know how you summoned my remaining consciousness from the spirit world, maybe it was some shit luck, but your luck has come to an end, my magic has kept my soul safe through the ages , although it is only a small part, it is enough.

Didn't anyone tell you that the soul of a magician is different from that of a mortal? Hey, I guess it's the same. Playing with powers you don't understand is a typical ignorant behavior.

Hurry up and give me your body, and then die, you bastard. "

Sean listened to Bagwood's various taunts, and popped up in a flash—literally popped up.

Flames burned in his hands, hot and scalding.

Bagwood's laughter stopped abruptly, "You actually used it... But so what, what are you going to do now? Burn yourself?"

"That's right." Sean said coldly, and directly pressed the flame on his left hand.

The severe burning pain pierced his heart, and Sean let out a scream. At the same time, Bagwood's scream sounded in his mind.

"You... how dare you... don't."

effective!He clenched his left hand into a fist, and the feeling of being controlled completely disappeared.

Next is the right leg!He set it on fire, screamed again, and regained consciousness in his right leg.

"Quickly stop...quickly stop..." The voice in my head was vaguely present, very weak.

Sean was also gasping for breath. The pain from the burning flames was not something ordinary people could bear. Fortunately, he had suffered too much in his memory these past few days, which made him develop a certain resistance to the pain. .

And finally the face!
He looked at the flames, but this time he hesitated. Bagwood seemed to see hope.

"You...you can't do this...you will die too..."

"Perhaps, say goodbye, Mr. 'Great Bagwood'."

As Sean said, he suddenly moved his face closer, his beard was burnt instantly, and his flesh twitched and scorched in the flames.

Bergwood's screams sounded in his mind, and it seemed that the fear of flames remained in Bergwood's surviving soul. The screams lasted only a few seconds, but to Xiao En, it seemed as long as a lifetime. The sound in the middle stopped abruptly, as if a noisy piece of music suddenly lost its musicians, leaving only clear tranquility.

Sean was so painful that he almost went into shock, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

He lay on his back on the snow, with the cold air blowing on his face, every breath was extremely painful, and he could smell the smell of burnt flesh in his nose, which couldn't go away.

He slowly raised his right hand, and as his anger subsided, the flame in his hand gradually extinguished.

(Is this what it's like to cast magic? Not bad.)
He thought to himself, lying on the ground without moving for a long time.

(End of this chapter)