Knight with Wand

Seeing the eagle carrying the two fighting people flying farther and farther, the anxious Corvis had to fall back to the ground from the tree trunk.

(Lorelite language) "Pray for the response of the earth soul, the spirit of the forest, I am willing to listen to your natural song." Twisting the seal with his hands, two fingers drew the magic fluorescence, and Corvis put his fingertips under his ears.

Listening quietly, the wind whistled, the insects chirped, the birds cried, and the beasts screamed.

Distinguishing the panting and snorting not far away, the boy opened his eyes and found the black warhorse wandering in the forest through the thick shade of the trees.

Mounting on the horse's back and picking up the reins, he chased in the direction where the eagle flew away.

Soon he got out of the woods, and Corvis looked up to search for the trace of the beast he was riding.

Found that the soaring eagle suddenly folded its wings and descended from the sky, he drew Leon's sword and hurried over anxiously.

But before he got close, he heard Amon's shrill scream.

Waves of terrifying sound waves hit the eardrums, and the strange accents made people feel a splitting headache.

The eagle had already used up its last loyalty by not shaking off its master in the sky.

The frightened rider frantically flapped its wings and threw off the two people on its back, and immediately spread its wings and flew away from the terrifying ominous sound behind it.

The warhorse under Corvis also stopped abruptly far away, and kept retreating in panic.

Unable to get close at all, the boy couldn't help but press his head that was in constant pain, and looked forward painfully.

The mage fell to the ground and struggled and rolled. His eye sockets and wide-open mouth and nose seemed to have swallowed a sun, spewing out a dazzling light that was enough to illuminate the surroundings.

Leon lay on the ground without moving.

The warhorse panicked and wanted to escape, so Corvis had to jump off the horse's back and hide in the rocky slope beside him, covering his ears tightly.

For a long time, until the harsh sound gradually disappeared, the boy endured the dizziness and discomfort, climbed out of the slope, and looked there again.

The screams have stopped.

The wizard knelt on the ground, motionless like a puppet. The dazzling light had disappeared from Amon's face, his eye sockets were dark, and circles of disturbing magic turbulence lingered around his body.

As far as the line of sight could reach, the air around Amon seemed to be distorted and twisted, twitching and shaking like an illusion.

Corvis turned his head and looked at Leon who was still lying on the ground next to Amon. He gritted his teeth, endured the inexplicable fear that went straight to his heart, and rushed over.

However, the closer he got to there, the more distorted the picture Corvis saw.

The surrounding environment seemed like stirred ink, and the colors and light were getting more and more out of touch with reality.

The boy's sensitive perception felt the incredible and huge chaotic magic, which was pouring out of Amon's body, washing his consciousness like a hurricane blowing through his body.

It seemed that every cell in his body was screaming to remind him of the danger, and every step was like moving forward against a storm that shook his soul.

He took a step with sweat dripping down his back, and finally arrived in front of Leon with fear. He carried his companion on his back at the fastest speed, turned around, and stumbled away from Amon.

The moment he felt a little relaxed, Corvis ran for his life, panting and carrying Leon far away.

He didn't dare to stop at all. He cast a spell to put his companion on the horse's back. He staggered and pulled the reins of the warhorse and continued to run away.

He led the horse all the way over the rugged hills. I don't know how long he ran until it was dark. The boy stopped panting.

Regardless of fatigue, he turned back to check on his companion's safety. The other party's weak breath and almost impalpable pulse made him more uneasy.

After thinking for a while, without any further delay, the boy immediately clicked the magic pattern, grasped Leon's left wrist, and transmitted the remaining magic power in his body to him.

A sense of weakness filled his mind.

After repeated consumption, Corvis could no longer withstand such torment, and he fell to the ground after almost exhausting the magic in his body.

He opened his eyes again from a deep sleep.

The blond boy saw the sky rolling like colorful ink.

For a moment, he even suspected that he was still dreaming.

He turned his head to look around.

The warhorse was tied to a tree trunk beside him, restless.

Although the sky above was chaotic and there was no sun, moon or stars, even without light source, the surrounding things were still clearly visible, as if they were filtered with a layer of distinct colors.

Could it be the inside of the spirit-like field?

In surprise, Corvis' mind flashed those words describing the scene of the cursed land.

"You are awake, can you move?" Leon heard the sound of getting up behind him, stopped carving on the ground, turned his head and greeted.

".I'm fine."

Corvis sat up and saw the familiar face was safe and sound, feeling a little relieved. It seems that the last rescue was not in vain.

But he looked around at the towering trees and couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Is this the Panros Forest?"

He guessed that the other party must have brought him into this spiritual land, just like the original plan.

"Well, I'm sorry for doing this."

Leon turned back and smiled awkwardly: "I didn't see the enemy when I woke up, and I didn't know the situation, but I saw that the rune on your back had not disappeared, so I thought that the guy named Amon would chase you again, so I took you here as planned."

After all, it was not until he stepped into the range of the Nightmare Forest that Leon learned from Miss Lola who was able to speak again.

The Atias wizard was now in trouble and could no longer chase them.

"But don't worry, I will take you out safely." Leon turned back and continued to carve runes on the ground along the traces drawn by Laura.

It's nothing more than repeating the same old tricks, as the saying goes, once it's old, it's twice as familiar.

And he wasn't as embarrassed as last time. This time he was fully armored and got his knight's sword back from Corvis's waist. It shouldn't be difficult to deal with ordinary living corpses, so it shouldn't be difficult to escape.

After hearing this, Corvis touched his shoulder with lingering fear: "Why are you apologizing? Your caution is right. When I last saw Eamon, although he was in a strange state, he was definitely still alive."

The boy could feel that the tracking magic behind him had not dissipated, which meant that the caster was not dead.

"There is not much difference between him living like that and dead." Although Leon had not witnessed the scene described by Laura with his own eyes, he still believed in the professional judgment of the mage lady in his heart.

"Yeah?"

Hearing Leon's confident reply, Corvis asked in confusion: "Is Emon's miserable look your method? So besides projection magic, do you know other spells?"

"No, that should have nothing to do with me."

Leon shook his head at Corvis: "Maybe the guy didn't study well and went crazy. To be honest, I don't know the details."

Stepping into the spirit-like field and being able to communicate with Miss Mage again, Leon thought that after he lost consciousness, the other party saved him again.

But Miss Laura completely denied this.

——What nonsense are you talking about? I am already so weak in the outside world that it is difficult to even maintain my existence. How can I have the energy left to fight back against that idiot’s spiritual magic for you?

Recalling Miss Laura's original words, Leon shrugged and continued to lower his head to carve the magic lines.

Since she wasn't the one who took action, it was probably Eamon who was playing with fire and burning himself.

It doesn't matter, just follow Miss Mage's explanation.

The opponent has been counterattacked by an unexpectedly out-of-control spiritual spell. Death is actually his best end now.

As for the worst outcome

Either he is being targeted by demons from the spiritual world.

Either it becomes a crack in itself, and its soul connected to the spiritual world is used as the base point to form a new "spirit-like field".

Either situation is serious, but Leon has no intention of caring about the consequences at the moment.

Anyway, it is the territory of the Kantadar people, and it is left to the lords of the enemy country to worry about it.

He just wants to leave the Nightmare Forest as soon as possible and return to reality to join Azarian and the others.

It hasn’t been long since we entered the Cursed Land, the sooner we get out, the better.

The longer they stay, the easier it is for the weird beings wandering in the spirit world to target the two of them.

Speechless for a moment, Corvis stood up, came to his companion, and curiously looked at what the other party had carved on the ground.

He was not surprised that Leon would arrange the spell, after all, he had already seen the opponent's light arrow magic.

But his eyes inadvertently scanned the strings of runes written by him.

The more the young man looked, the more puzzled his eyes became.

Some of the obscure Lorelite characters looked familiar.

But many more characters are completely unfamiliar.

And the way it is matched with the magic pattern pattern makes Corvis completely unable to understand the structural logic.

No, this doesn't seem to be the Lorelite spell used by Arteas mages now.

Is this ancient Lorelite language?

"Leon, do you know ancient magic?" Corvis couldn't help but said in surprise.

Hearing such a big name, Leon's hand in drawing the talisman paused, and turned to look at the blond boy.

"Ancient magic, you mean this one I drew on the ground? Is it very powerful?"

Corvis raised his eyebrows helplessly. He couldn't understand the ancient saying from thousands of years ago. How did he know whether it was powerful or not?

"What are you going to do?" the blond boy asked in a different way.

"I am setting up a trap. It can simulate something. What kind of earth-line spiritual power can attract the undead wandering nearby. We will find a suitable target, extract its soul and put it into the spiritual lamp. If nothing happens, , that soul can guide us to escape from here," Leon pointed at the center of the magic circle and roughly explained.

Thanks to the wooden cage spirit lantern I made earlier on this trip, I now save a lot of preparation steps.

Moreover, without the interference of Rohark who is possessed by the demon, it is just a technique used to extract souls, so it is much simpler to depict.

This time, there was no need for Miss Laura to personally create a simulated soul to attract demons into the battle. Leon didn't even have to cut his hands to bleed or chant spells to exorcise demons.

As long as you draw the spell to lure the undead, you can leave all the rest to Miss Laura, it's so easy.

But thinking of being possessed by a demon, Leon glanced at the blond boy beside him.

From the few exchanges he had made before, he knew that this young man's life experience was probably even more tragic than that of Lohark.

Not only was his country and family ruined since he was a child, but he himself was humiliated and trapped in Pirieno's clutches for many years.

If he accidentally gets targeted by some demon, Leon doesn't want to be tortured like that again.

He quickly reminded Corvis: "I forgot to tell you, there is a risk of demon possession in this area. From now on, don't think randomly, and keep praying devoutly to the gods you believe in.

Not to be alarmist, you remember that boy from Lohark, he was once possessed by an angry demon here, and he was so disowned that he wanted to chop me into pieces. "Leon warned with lingering fear.

After hearing this, Corvis was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Maybe before the fall of Vilania, I was still following the adults to believe in the Holy Sun, but after so many years, I haven't prayed to the Holy Sun for a long time."

This is actually just a nice way of saying it.

In fact, after being a slave of the Atias for so long, the boy's faith, which was not firm in his childhood, has long been shattered.

The great Holy Sun in the sky neither saved his family nor himself.

In the end, the last one who risked his life to save him. Corvis looked at Leon and sighed.

"That's troublesome, but it doesn't necessarily have to be a god. Maybe it's okay to think more about some positive beliefs.

I'll tell you quietly, I don't believe in the Holy Sun either. Otherwise, you can try my 24-character mantra? I'll read it once and you try to memorize it." Leon jokingly promoted his secret magic weapon to the boy.

Anyway, he thinks it's quite useful. At least so far, Leon doesn't think he has been targeted by any demon.

"Well, I'll try my best." Corvis nodded, and he could only try his best.

After Leon dealt with the last magic pattern, he asked Corvis to protect the horse. He came to the center of the magic circle, raised his hand to draw a magic seal, and called Miss Lola to start the spell under his feet.

Compared with the splendor of creating a simulated soul last time, the stream of light simulating the spiritual power of the earth veins this time was very simple.

The white magic light filled the entire magic circle along the grooves of the magic pattern, and then dimmed.

Leon drew his sword and waited for his first batch of prey.

Since there was no partner possessed by the devil to save this time, he didn't have to fight with too powerful undead.

Even if he encountered a zombie that he couldn't beat, he just had to lead it into the array and let Miss Lola cast a spell to extract the soul.

Drawing the sword was just to be on the safe side, to deal with some zombie beasts that accidentally came over, because non-human souls really couldn't be used to find the way. The souls of beasts were too uncertain, unlike intelligent creatures that could maintain clear goals and obsessions after death.

Soon, Leon heard a rustling sound in the quiet and dim forest around him.

The two people inside and outside the formation turned their heads to look.

The result was just a male deer with peeling skin, shriveled body, and red eyes.

Without letting Corvis consume the little magic power left to help, facing the zombie beast with double horns, Leon took a stance and cut it straight at the moment it rushed over, beheading it from top to bottom.

The huge deer head rolled to the side, and the deer corpse with too much momentum was still moving its limbs after it was slid far away.

Leon wiped the sword and patiently waited for the next target.

Not long after, the corpses of gray wolves, foxes, and monkeys were lying on the ground.

Even a few zombie hawks flew over, but were shot down by Corvis using stones.

Unfortunately, they didn't wait for the human undead.

Obviously, the number of humans who would accidentally enter the cursed land is far less than that of wild animals.

And compared with the last amazing soul-simulating technique, the efficiency of simulating the spiritual power of the earth veins to attract the souls of the dead is even lower.

The advantage is that it is at least safe enough and will not attract too many enemies at a time.

Dealing with the beasts that broke into the technique one after another, just as Leon was getting more and more bored, he finally heard a long-awaited heavy footsteps.

The crisp clanging of armor metal was obviously a sound that only intelligent species could make.

Leon was immediately shocked and thought that he had finally waited for his prey.

The steps gradually approached.

The two of them became nervously alert.

The tall silhouette in the darkness of the forest became clearer and clearer. A warrior with a halberd in gold-rimmed silver armor and a torn red robe stepped out of the bushes.

Seeing the tall figure emerging from the forest, Leon was about to marvel at the distinctive and gorgeous armor and weapons on the undead.

He unexpectedly heard the tone of Miss Laura, who was always calm, and was a little surprised.

".Yanyang Guard."

Before he understood the meaning of the term in Laura's mouth, what surprised Leon even more was that the red-robed warrior covered with heavy armor did not rush towards him like the last time after stepping out of the forest.

He only took a few steps towards the spell here, and then stood outside the magic circle as if he had reason.

Staring suspiciously at the airtight ostrich feather helmet of the halberd warrior, Leon could not see the body behind him, and couldn't help but mutter.

Isn't it a undead? Is it also a living person who just broke in?

I was too busy at work and almost missed it. Belated thanks, thank you Niilieu for becoming the third leader of this book