Chapter 477 Phantom in the Tower

"úré!"

The young mage spat out a mantra, his right eye suddenly turned red like fire, and a beam of scorching rays shot out from the depths of his pupil, hitting the plaster monster in the pot.

The plaster monster was hit by the magic ray, which was hot enough to melt through the iron plate, but it trembled a bit, and still tried to climb towards the mouth of the tank, seemingly unharmed.

"This guy, isn't he afraid of fire?"

The young mage scratched his head, raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and shot a 0-ring "freezing ray" at the plaster monster in the jar.

The ice-blue beam hit the plaster monster, and the burst of cold air formed a layer of frost on the inner wall of the clay pot, but the plaster monster itself was not hindered.

"Immune to fire and cold attacks, coupled with his own acid-etching physique, this guy is really tough enough."

Talking to himself, the young mage pulled out the dagger worn at his waist, and chanted incantations to activate the magic power contained in the dagger, and the blade then ejected a five-foot-long shining arc.

crackle!

The electric arc hit the stucco monster that had just climbed out of the pot, causing the monster to tremble violently, and hurriedly retracted into the pot, not daring to show its head.

"It seems that among the four elemental energies, only electric energy can effectively kill the plaster monster."

The young mage showed a relieved smile, grabbed a charcoal pencil and hurriedly recorded the test results about the mud monster's energy resistance in the log book.

Putting away the paper, pen, and experimental equipment, the young mage looked up at the clay pot that held the plaster monster. After a little hesitation, he gave up the idea of ​​killing the monster immediately. He tightened the lid of the pot and imprisoned the monster temporarily. .

Maybe you can use it as material to carry out some more interesting research.

The young mage remotely controlled the giant magic palm, put the clay pot that imprisoned the plaster monster back in the corner, and turned around to climb the stairs leading to the top of the lighthouse.

The old stairs were full of dust and creaked harshly when stepped on.

The young mage had to walk lightly, for fear of breaking the wooden plank under his feet.

The attic of the lighthouse is small and has no windows. The dark room is filled with a pungent musty smell. A rudder-like wheel is placed against the wall, and the metal handle has been rusted and mottled.

The young mage went to the steering wheel to observe it, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the dust and rust on the handle, and tried to turn the wheel.

There was the sound of creaking chains above the head, and the rusty copper chain was driven by the roulette to lower the small circular platform placed on the top of the tower. The musty smell made the air much fresher.

The young mage nodded in satisfaction, and it was a small surprise that the lifting device of the lampstand was still working normally.

He walked up to the lampstand and found that the "Immortal Flame" blessed in the center of the lampstand had been extinguished, and there were several criss-crossing scratches on the lampstand, destroying the magic circle used for the constant "Immortal Flame".

It was obvious that the lampstand malfunctioned due to someone's sabotage.

However, who would destroy a lighthouse used to warn coastal ships?

What good does it do the saboteur himself to do such immoral things?

Lighthouses usually have one or two lookouts hired by the government to act as guards. When the lighthouse was damaged, did the lookouts who were in charge of guarding the lighthouse fulfill their duties?

These questions quickly flashed through the mind of the young mage. However, the lighthouse was destroyed many years ago, and time has passed. I am afraid that these questions are destined to be unanswerable.

Fortunately, the core device of the lampstand, the magic circle inlaid with ruby ​​dust, has only been cut a few lines, and there is still a possibility of repair.

The young mage touched the spellcasting material package, and took out several magnets and a small bottle of ruby ​​powder. First place the magnets on the damaged parts of the lampstand one by one, and perform the 0-ring trick "repair" continuously to repair the magic circle on the lampstand from the physical level.

Under the action of magic, the magnet melted into a golden liquid, just like melted pine resin, filling the scratches on the lampstand and repairing it.

After completing this step, the young sorcerer unscrewed the glass bottle, poured a pinch of ruby ​​powder on the lampstand, and then chanted the incantation and skillfully made a series of gestures.

"Anar!"

When he chanted the last activating spell, the "Eternal Flame" was reapplied on the lampstand, and a ball of magical light rose from the top of the brass lamp post embedded in the center of the lampstand, emitting a bright red light.

The young mage put away the spell-casting equipment, turned back to the roulette, turned the handle vigorously, the tight hinge made a creaking sound, lifted the lampstand that reproduced the light and slowly rose, and finally inserted it into the slot of the ceiling with a bang. Mosaic up.

The lighthouse attic was darkened again as wind, rain and sunlight were shut out by the reopened skylights.

The young mage dusted off his hands, satisfied with the restoration work he had just completed.

Although ruby ​​powder worth 10 gold coins was spent for this, the help provided by rekindling the "Immortal Flame" lighthouse to the ships was too great to be estimated by money.

He doesn't think he is a noble and kind person, but unless it will cause serious damage to his own interests, he is still willing to do some good deeds.

Staying in the attic was really boring, the young mage turned and walked towards the stairs, but a cold air flow was blowing in front of him, which made him stop and stare ahead vigilantly.

The temperature in the attic seemed to be dropping rapidly, and the dark wind was circling in front of the stairs, gradually condensing the invisible airflow into a translucent black phantom.

The young mage recognized that it was a ghost that was manifesting, and frowned. He quickly took out a handful of silver powder from the spell-casting material bag, sprinkled it around the place where he was standing, and at the same time chanted an elf language that represented "blessing and warding off evil spirits" spell.

"Aman!"

The circular magic circle painted with silver powder suddenly glowed, like a silver barrier covering the young mage.

This 1st-level spell called "Protection from Evil" has the effect of resisting various enchantment spells, and it can also prevent ghost possession.

Prepared for prevention, the young mage didn't dare to be careless, and continued to chant the spell-casting incantation, and two groups of purple magic power condensed into shape in his palm.

Ordinary weapons and even most magic are difficult to kill "incorporeal undead" like ghosts, but force field spells are very effective against ghosts, such as the "magic missile" that the young mage is about to cast at this moment.

At this time, the ghost on the opposite side had fully manifested, its translucent face was full of urgency, and it called out to the young mage through telepathy.

"Please don't hurt me! Dear mage, I am not an evil spirit!"

The young mage paused his spellcasting, and two balls of purple missiles were hovering in his palm, buzzing and trembling, ready to fly out of his hands whistling at any time, bombarding the ghost on the opposite side.