Chapter 747 Power of Nature

This altar is very simple, the central position is a wooden pillar erected, narrow at the top and thick at the bottom, with a simple portrait of an owl carved on it with a knife or other things, the style of painting is abstract, it looks more like some kind of scary monster. ????

Its body is visibly elongated, its eyes are disproportionately large, and its feathers dance like flames.

A thick rope was tied to the post in a knot, and from the knot hung a turquoise owl pendant.

Continuing down, on the ground is a complex magic rune that Ivan has never seen before.

Patterns of nature and hexagons are intertwined, and the finishing touch is pattern.

The rune was shining, and a light blue light flickered in it.

Aiwen can feel a very strange magical power, very peaceful, with a slight sense of healing...

"Is this the devil's altar?" He stared blankly at the wooden pillar, "Just drop blood on it to break the curse."

But he always felt that something was wrong, which was not the same as the demon altar he had seen in the depths of Hogwarts underground.

In front of Ai Wen, the little owl flew towards the altar. As soon as it entered the range of the rune, its body changed rapidly.

Soon, it took the form of a girl, about ten years old, with a fair face, and looked very comfortable.

Her eyes are as calm as the sea, with a small bridge of nose and thin lips, the corners of her mouth are slightly curved upwards, with a hint of a sad smile.

The girl is wearing a very classic long dress, a turban, and a simple wooden ring on her forehead.

"Hello, strange visitor!"

"Who are you?" Ivan paused and continued to ask, "Why did you lead me to this place?"

"As you can see, I am a dead soul." The girl said slowly, with a trace of calm in her voice, "As for my name in life, you can call me Shuklia. I saw you use magic To restore that soul to its true colors, and to hear what you said to it, I think you can help me escape this curse, so I brought you here."

"Curse?!" Ivan gasped, clenched the wand in his hand, "I am indeed here to help you, but the premise is that I must know what happened in this castle? First, the one next to you What is the pillar? I can feel a powerful magical force on it, which is a very strange force to me."

"This is a totem I made with my own hands. It is because of its power that all the souls wandering in this castle have turned into owls." Shuklia said, looking at the pillars beside him, "I put the holy spirit of our tribe into owls." hanging from it, it communicates with an owl spirit and is a powerful force of nature..."

"It's you who turned all the souls here into owls, that's the curse..."

"No, this is not a curse, but a kind of protection!" Shuklia said calmly, correcting Ivan's mistake.

Aiwen frowned, looking at the girl in front of her and the wooden pillar with blue light shining beside her, and the exaggerated owl on it.

As the woman Aryanna he saw in the mirror said, it was this magical power that turned the souls of all the people in the castle into owls, but this thing really didn't seem to be a demon altar.

Ivan can feel that this power is not so evil, but rather decent.

In fact, the totem mentioned by Shuklia reminded Ivan of another special kind of magic, the power of a shaman who uses the power of nature.

Unlike the magic of wizards, shamans use the power of natural elements. They are very ancient and mysterious spellcasters. In those primitive tribes, they are also responsible for communicating with the spirits of ancestors and treating patients. task.

In the past, shamanism was once very popular, but since time entered modern times, shamanism has gradually become a historical term.

Because the method of inheritance is very backward and quite complicated, the requirements for the caster themselves are relatively high, and the process of casting the spell is also very cumbersome, and it is necessary to communicate with the dead and the power of the elements at all times. All kinds of restrictions have greatly reduced the number of shamans.

Ivan has seen the introduction of shamans in books about accepting magical powers from all over the world, but he doesn't know much about them.

The totem that the other party just mentioned reminded him of this ancient profession. After all, this is not a very common spell-casting tool.

"The totem you made, is it the power of a shaman?" Ivan asked.

"In our tribe, it is called witchcraft, and people who use this power are called witch doctors, who are the spiritual leaders of the clan and tribe." Shuklia said, the light blue magic light in her hands Flowing slowly, "We are responsible for communicating with the spirits of our ancestors and the gods of the natural world, guiding our people through various difficulties, and maintaining the order of nature from being destroyed. Of course, in your country, this power is also called As a shaman's power, it's just called differently!"

"A witch doctor from Africa, then you should be the witch it said!" Ivan thought for a while and continued to ask, "In this case, what is the protection you just said? Take all the souls Turning into an owl so that they can never rest in peace is also a form of protection?"

"It's a kind of protection!" Shuklia said slowly, "There is a very powerful evil force in this castle. If I don't provide shelter for these souls, they will be mercilessly devoured by that demon."

"What's going on? What I learned doesn't seem to be the case."

"I will tell you the truth of everything, strange visitor, it is up to you to judge." Shuklia said, watching Aiwen calmly, "A long time ago, I left my tribe for a Traveling alone, this is a trial, every witch doctor in the clan will go through this process, the elders hope that I can cleanse my soul during the trip, better communicate with the elements, and return to the tribe Become a new great witch doctor. But during that long journey, I gradually lost my original intention. I met a wizard, and I met and fell in love with him. He wanted to take me back to his family and was going to marry me ..."

"We crossed the Mediterranean Sea and were going to Paris, the seat of his family. We came to this place at the end of the journey. The hostess of this castle was his classmate. They used to study together in a magic school called Beauxbatons. In her The two of us stayed, and we planned to stay for a few days before we set off to continue our journey.” 8