Chapter 537 535 After Death, He Turned Into a Spirit to Seek Revenge. Please Find the Right Person.

Chapter 537 535. After death, you turn into a spirit body to seek revenge. Be sure to find the right person.

"Children of Frost" is one of the schools of elemental magic that emerged from the last wave of magic.

Everyone has a version bonus period. Six hundred years ago, the Sons of Frost, who were in the limelight six hundred years ago, made a name for themselves in the old school of elemental magic with their powerful low magic power consumption, high-speed spell casting and chanting.

In the following hundreds of years, the Sons of Frost occasionally appeared on the stage of history, but their presence became thinner and thinner each time. Like most schools that master knowledge, they declined but still had accumulation. With their foundation, they still made an entire school stand out. Very nourishing, living a pretentious life, but in fact it is declining.

If it hadn't been for this initiative to fight the undead, the world would have almost forgotten this elemental school that their ancestors once prospered. However, the Sons of Frost are not very happy about the fact that they have once again entered the public eye.

The Sons of Frost's school workshop is located in an inaccessible mountain range. After experiencing a disastrous defeat, almost all the magicians of the Sons of Frost came back from various places.

The Sons of Frost now have a bad reputation. Not only do many people in the church have opinions about them, but other magic sects are also laughing at their stupidity, and even make jokes about them in the streets.

The chief magician Lector walked back and forth in the empty hall of the library with a cold face, a complicated expression on his square face.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him, expecting him to resolve the current embarrassing situation for the Son of Frost. However, they only heard sighs one after another, and angry and helpless curses.

"I should have taken the initiative to express my gratitude at that time." Someone in the crowd muttered.

It was Lector himself who made the decision to cover up the battle damage. Already irritable, he said with anger, "Are you questioning my decision?"

No one said anything anymore, the world of magicians also spoke based on strength.

"He is just a demon warrior. The Theocratic Nation is making a fuss because they want to show off the 'spiritual wealth' left by Laurent by trampling on us. Remember, if you want to say which country is the most vicious and treacherous among the four major countries, it should be The Theocracy, a country that once used the name of missionary work to sow discord among various races, provoke conflicts among the three major countries, and instigate internal strife among marginalized small countries in an attempt to profit from it, has now become synonymous with brilliance, kindness, and justice? "

"And Laurent, look at the Theocracy, they are almost putting him on the altar. If it weren't for the story of the silver maple tree being bound to the God of Glory, I think they would like to revise their doctrines and myths and declare Laurent is God’s agent, even God.”

"It sounds like you are very dissatisfied with the Theocracy."

In the empty library, Lector's disdainful words were still echoing, and a cold female voice suddenly interrupted.

Lector wanted to scold someone who spoke in such a weird way, so he looked around and saw a figure covered tightly in a robe standing under a warm yellow wall lamp not far away. The only exposed face seemed to be able to block the light. Blocking everyone's sight, it was dark.

All Frostsons are on alert.

"Your Excellency, you are not a member of our school, are you? Who invited you to be a guest at Son of Frost? Why didn't you notify us and let outsiders come in directly? Do you know what the punishment will be!"

"No one asked me to come, I came on my own."

Magic power surges in the library.

"Where are the guards? Why didn't you issue a warning?" Lector asked the magician in charge of the base's defense deployment.

"They're all asleep."

Sera answered lightly, but her heart was burning with anger. If her identity could not be revealed, she would definitely talk about Lector's comments about Laurend.

"What else are you talking about? We are bad guys. There are so many people blocking the robbery scene. The atmosphere is too high. If we don't die, it can't be justified."

Sierra has never felt that Lu Yu's words were so pleasant. After getting along for a long time, she found that it is quite good to have a tacit understanding with this guy. He can always tell you what you want to do, help you mentally build up, and clear your mind. obstacle.

"You are right, some people deserve to die."

Everyone in the Sons of Frost couldn't hear Lu Yu's speech in the chat room. They only thought that Sera was neurotic and was talking to herself inexplicably.

"Quiet Garden..."

The sudden fluctuation of magic power caused the Son of Frost to subconsciously release magic.

The icy cones and cold wind from the sky hit San Meiqiu's body, tearing his clothes into tatters and exposing his non-existent lower limbs, causing his robe to dance endlessly.

"What's going on!" The person who noticed something was wrong shouted in horror.

"He's not human."

"The magic is invalid, could it be the undead?"

The shouts one after another suddenly disappeared, and the library that was noisy a second ago fell into a deathly silence.

Lector looked around, only to find a thin layer of black mist floating around, leaving only the morning glory dripping with smelly mucus climbing and growing wantonly.

"What did you do..."

Lector transformed the magic power into a blue ball of light that exuded a faint light, and raised it high, hoping to dispel the fog and see the surroundings clearly. However, the light was swallowed up, and the only living things visible in his sight were still not far away. The strange magician, and more and more purple morning flowers almost covering the dark ground.

"Son of Frost, quick magic and rapid chanting were the nightmares of many long-chanting magicians in the last magic tide era. They cast one magic, and you can often cast three or four... It's a pity that hundreds of years have passed, and your casting speed seems to have not improved much, and even the power is so pitiful."

After sighing, Sera's voice became colder.

"What did I do? Of course, I created a field that can torture you well."

Before he finished speaking, Lector used his hands to secretly blow a small magic that could create snow mist and broken ice, until the head of the three coal balls.

The moment his face was covered, Lector rushed to the side of the three coal balls, condensed an ice cone in his hand, and viciously pierced into the deep face of the three coal balls.

Small magic can defeat the enemy, Lector is well aware of this.

The essence of rapid-fire magic is to catch people off guard. As long as there is an opportunity to win with one strike, they will do their best to strike. Relying on this style of play, when he was at the fourth level, Lector had killed adventurers who were far better than him in the wild, and there were several of them.

The reaction force from his wrist made Lector's arm numb, but he just thought it was pierced into the visor and blocked by the skull.

Although the rapid-fire ice cone was sharp, it could not perfectly penetrate some armor with excellent defensive effects. Therefore, Lector raised his idle left hand high, and the blue ice blade fell heavily, and the sound of chopping hard objects resounded in the quiet dark space.

The ice blade broke, and Lector's arm was shaken and bounced up. The severe pain made him breathe out continuously, and even the ice cone that his right hand was holding tightly could not help but slip out of his hand, and the whole person retreated repeatedly.

"It hurts, why..."

"Ah, this hood seems to be in tatters, it has been smashed by his broken ice."

"It's okay, I'll take off the cloth from their bodies and put them together."

The black cloak was thrown aside by a shadow, and Lector's eyes widened little by little. The fear in his heart continued to grow, and finally roared out from his throat.

"What is this, what is this, what are you!"

It's not a spirit, he clearly has a sense of fate.

Dead creature? But he has clearly fought with dead creatures, and there is no creature that is as hard as iron and resistant to magic.

If it's none of them, then what is the monster in front of him?

"A sixth-level magician, is this the only concentration?" Lulu said disdainfully.

"He seems to be seventh-level." Lu Yu corrected.

"Is that so? But the magic looks too weak even when it uses magic power. It doesn't hurt anyone... There are so many unworthy magicians under the magic tide."

Being humiliated in public, Lector lost the courage to refute. When he saw Sanmeiqiu stretching out a large number of tentacles to play with the broken half of the ice cone, he felt cold all over.

Several tentacles suddenly stretched out. Lector wanted to form an ice shield to block it, but the tentacles easily broke the shield, penetrated his arms, and nailed him to the bookshelf behind him.

The blood dyed the books one by one, adding a touch of evil to those ancient books.

"Tell me, where is the most important treasure of the Frost Son." Sera pressed the tentacles against Lector's throat.

"Right here, there is a treasure house through the library. The scroll to open the magic circle is not with me!" Lector begged for mercy, "Don't kill me, I can ask the person who keeps the scroll to present it to me personally. He is a tough guy, and I am afraid that he will perish together with me. It will be far from easy for you to enter it by then!"

Sera laughed loudly, and then snorted playfully, and a tentacle went straight through Lector's thigh and cut it hard.

Heart-wrenching howls exploded in the ears of Sanmeiqiu.

"No...no...I'm telling the truth..."

The other thigh was also penetrated by Sera, and the tentacle stirred in it for several seconds before slowly withdrawing.

When he was almost fainted from the pain, Lector heard words that made him shudder.

"Others may not know, but I do know that the daily residence of the school will not store the most valuable collection of books, but only some insignificant copies of books, some valuable but not many small items, and the real treasures... are often elsewhere. This is what is called a rabbit has three burrows..."

"It's a cunning rabbit with three burrows... He clamored to study with Lulu, but he didn't pay attention." Lu Yu complained.

"You don't need to make up for it!" Sera retorted in shame in the chat room, "I really don't know why you use our rabbit ear tribe as an allusion."

Lecto was once again frightened by Sera's neurotic self-talk. Facing a monster with an extremely abnormal mind, he almost lost control of his bladder.

Lector, who still wanted to be stubborn, suddenly saw the black fog in the distance dissipate, and a figure was grabbed by the tentacles rising from the ground and danced in the air.

Sera loosened the tentacles that were stuck on Lector, ignored him, and floated away.

Finally, she said, "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. Someone who knows will tell me to save his life. As for you... since you are useless, you can become fertilizer for these hungry children."

As soon as she finished speaking, the morning glory moved and rushed to Lector like a swarm of insects.

Seeing Sera walking further and further away, the morning glory was close at hand, and the corrosive liquid had begun to dissolve the pieces of flesh that were torn off and fell to the ground...

"I say, I tell you!" Lector gritted his teeth, "but you must swear to the origin of magic that you will not kill me."

Compared with swearing to the so-called gods, swearing to the origin of magic that magicians are eager to explore is considered taboo by many people. It is unknown whether anyone has been cursed for breaking the oath. However, as long as there is still a pursuit of magic, no one dares Go bet on the possibility.

"Okay, I, myself, swear to the origin of magic. If I still kill the current chief magician of the Sons of Frost after getting the information about the treasure location, my future will be cut off."

Having gained a sense of security, Lector no longer dared to cheat, and honestly told Sera the location of the hidden treasure.

Sera checked with another captured Frostborn magician to confirm the authenticity.

"Believe it now, I told you, not him, uh, what did you do..."

Lector yelled in horror as his feet were tightly bound by vines stretching out from beneath the ground.

"What I said is true. You verified it. Are you going back on your word?"

"I believe it's true, but I didn't want you to live in the first place." Sera sneered.

"You made an oath to the origin of magic. If you violate this oath, your magic will be cut off. Magic will not improve and you will be rejected by it forever. Are you crazy? We have no grievances. You are going to gamble. That glimmer of possibility!”

"You can also say it's a possibility. In the past thousands of years, most of the treacherous people who claimed to be cursed because of their oaths were spread as stories after their death. No one was actually punished while alive. People based their treachery on the basis of The author's life was far-fetched and he gave his own reluctant explanation for each of his misfortunes, which was eventually passed down from generation to generation and became a 'shackle' under the accumulation of time. "

"This is actually a pair of shackles given by ordinary people and low-level magicians to more powerful ones, in order to win a bit of fairness in a limited space, so that those who want to overturn the table and no longer abide by the established rules can Having the slightest hesitation when breaking the rules, even just a little..."

After analyzing the origin and hidden meaning of "Swear to the Root of Magic" from a scholar's perspective, Sera clicked her tongue with pity.

"I know that you must be hoping in your heart that there really is someone who can listen to the 'origin' of this oath. If that's the case, then I'll let you see something interesting."

Sierra's voice faded away, replaced by a cough.

Male cough.

Lector shuddered.

"Hello, Chief Magician, there are actually three personalities in this body. The person who kills you now is not the one who made the oath, so even if the 'root' really exists, it will not impose any punishment."

"You're a liar who talks lies, even if I become a spirit, I won't let you go!" Lector, who had lost all hope, was completely crazy and wanted to rush forward to fight Lu Yu, but the morning glory in the quiet garden and the surging water on the ground The tentacles instantly enveloped him.

"One more thing I need to tell you is that many of my summons are particularly interested in spirits. You are welcome to seek revenge from me. My name is... Sarah, Sarah, Herald of the Undead. Please be sure to find the right one. people."