Chapter 2090: Desolation at dawn (22)

Chapter 2090, The Destruction of Dawn (22)
That is... people?
That is, surrounded by flames, vaguely has the physical form of human beings.
When the man in the fire appeared from the corner of the alley, Bedieville felt how bad it was, and he jumped a few steps in a vigilant manner.
It was originally a threatening red flame that was naturally emitted after the stimuli. The flames on the human form in the flame gradually turned into other colors, one that looked softer and lighter blue.
The personal type did not exude heat. The fire of the spell itself is not really burning. The fire of the spell that does not have a spell in the hands of any mantra does not have the heat of burning people. The fire should only be the excess light produced by the photon in the process of intense flow. .
Then the werewolf youth faintly saw its innerness from the lavender flame human form that began to become less glaring.
It is not a person at all, but something like a jealousy.
That is the bone of a dead man!
A white bone, driven by the fire of the spell, is slowly coming towards Bedieville? !
What a weird scene this is!
Fear makes the werewolf youth retreat, but the fire of the spell in his hand is jumping, gently and calmly jumping, with no intention of attack or defense. The fire of the spell in Bediville’s hand, according to the truth, is the most detectable spirit of the enemies of the surrounding enemies. However, it does not seem to notice the eaves of the werewolf youth surrounded by purple fire. The hostility revealed.
In other words, there is no hostility at all? It is not for finding faults...? Bediville tried to calm down and analyze it.
"Quickly stop!" The Werewolf youth then warned: "Who are you? What do you want to do? I am just looking for someone, just passing this place, I am not malicious! You can put away the fire of your curse Yet?"
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However, Bedyville’s words did not affect the other’s actions, and he continued to move toward the werewolf youth. The unhappiness or slowness is just the speed at which people usually walk.
"Boss? Boss? What happened to you over there? Answer me soon?" Lawrence's call came from Bettyville's communicator: "Have you managed to escape? Why did the mantra react instead? getting bigger??"
"I...I don't understand..." The squat approached step by step, even though it seemed to be hostile, and Biddiville stepped back step by step: "The pace of progress:" What the is this? What do you want?!"
"The incarnation of chaos..." After repeated questions, the cockroach finally spoke. Although it is not talking at all, it is more like using some kind of telepathy to communicate with Bediville: "Blushed...the apostle..."
"What are you talking about?" Bedieville whispered back. Lawrence's screams echoed in the ears of the werewolf youth, but at this moment he couldn't even listen to a word, and his brain was full of silence, only the sly voice could be conveyed to his mind.
"My life is Garnan, the curse of Gharnan. I have stalked the chaos for three hundred and seventy-two years, and realized the truth. According to the agreement, my understanding, my income, now again, to chaos ""
Said, the cockroach began to swear and burned himself. The lavender flame, which seems to be harmless to humans and animals, is actually extremely hot, and the amazing heat does not spread out, so Bediville not only failed to feel any heat, but even felt a chilly cool.
The sinister bones burned to ash in a very short time and never existed again. But the ashes, which should have been scattered, contracted with the fire of the curse that it had originally controlled, gathered, and condensed into a white thing, falling to the ground.
Bedyville walked subconsciously and picked up the white beads. Do not. It is not so much that it is a bead. The shape of the white, nail-sized thing is a bit irregular, and can only be said to be roughly a circle. It is engraved with dense things, not knowing whether it is a font or a rune. It looks a bit like the Egyptian cuneiform, but the figures and symbols seem subtly different.
Then there is the magic. Great magic. Or it is a huge thought. Even the people who are not the Master of Bediville can feel the magical power contained in this small white stone. Just holding it in his hand, Bedieville can feel the warmth of the life in the stone.
"What the is this?" Biddyville vaguely felt that the stone was a very dangerous thing and wanted to throw it away immediately. But he also vaguely felt that he could not discard it in this way. If he lost it, it would seem to discard the research results of some people's life. He began to understand that the cockroach should have been a curse a long time ago, and could be a great curse. The man entrusted something to Bediville before he died, or before consciousness disappeared.
auzw.com------ or it is entrusted to "chaos." Although Bediville is still not clear what this chaos means.
"Boss? Boss?? Are you still alive?" At this time, Lawrence's call through the intercom has finally been conveyed to the ears of the werewolf youth.
"Alive alive... Don't be so loud, my eardrums are going to wear." The werewolf youth complained.
"Hah... great, you are not dead yet." Lawrence seemed to be relieved and rested for a few seconds before he dragged a slightly hoarse voice and continued to ask: "So... .. You escaped? The reaction of the strong spell disappeared. Is the danger going to pass? Or is the wizard still looking for you everywhere? Are you hiding?"
"No, things are not what you think." Beddyville smashed his head. "It's a bit hard to explain... It seems that the one I met was not a curse at all, at least not alive. The curse. It was a shackled with a spell of fire, and he continued to be in action. Then it took a few steps to burn himself. I am not sure what happened here."
"burned into ash?"
"Uh-huh..." The werewolf youth continued to move forward. He passed the corner where he had never dared to cross the corner of the past, and glanced at the place where he first appeared.
The situation there is roughly the same as that expected by Bediville, but it is more exaggerated.
At the end of the alley is a broken house built with iron sheets that has been left unattended for half a century. It seems that there have been some tramps who have lived here for a while, and the tramp was eventually expelled for some reason. , left this broken house.
The floor of the broken house seems to have been sealed by some kind of wooden board, but it was broken because of the unearthing of something. It seems that the cockroach came out of the ground, and it was extremely powerful when it was unearthed. The thick wooden planks were knocked open. Bediville went on and saw that the hole was an extremely deep pit. The Egyptians have the habit of burying the body of the deceased deeply. Some ancient tombs hundreds of years ago can even be buried deep in the ground hundreds of feet deep. It’s also a loss that can pass through the barriers of heavy soil and climb out to meet with Biddeville?
What are the [incarnations of chaos] and [the apostles of blush] that are repeatedly recited?
"Lawrence... People curse themselves before they die, so that their bones can continue to move after they die. Is it possible to do something?"
"It can be done. But this is not only the scope of the spell, it should be regarded as the category of Necromancer." Lawrence replied: "The practice spell has been considered a different kind, while practicing the dead spirit. The person who manipulates this kind of thing is estimated to be a different kind of alien.
I have heard that some orphaned cursers have been unable to find their favorite apprentices throughout their lives, and have passed on their studies. So they used curses and necromantic techniques to inscribe their curses in their bone marrow before they die. The fire of their own spells that they have learned throughout their lives has been sleeping in the grave. When the time is ripe, the fire of the spell senses the right conditions. The bones of these long-lost wizards will climb out of the grave and pass on their curse to future generations. However, this is something like urban legends. No one has ever encountered it, and there is no specific circle of interaction between the wizards. Even if someone has encountered such a thing, You may share the anecdotes you have encountered with other wizards. "
"What I have encountered now seems to be what you said..." Biddyville whispered: "Is this a big treasure?"
"Is it a treasure or a ...and only God knows it." Lawrence whispered. "Boss, no matter what the spell you have, you must not find out what it is. Use. It may be dangerous to ban.... Saying that the one you met has confessed to you?"
"It seems to be called a curse... what about Galnan." The werewolf youth replied.
"Yes." Lawrence suddenly became silent: "No wonder."
"What?"
"You said the curse of Gärnan is a man of centuries ago, and he is not known as a curse... he was a famous necromancer. Manipulating the body to kill talent is his best division. Garnan's famous stunt seems to be called [corpse] or something... in short, it is a kind of re-calling the body on the battlefield to become undead. The Legion, let these bodies rush to the enemy to sneak out the evil tricks. Is it no wonder that the body can explode, was it in the operation of the dead body of the body to add the operation of the spell?"
I heard that Bettiville’s scalp was numb. He has something in the end.
"Before the big teacher said that no matter how evil the technique seems, if it is used properly, it can be used not only for killing but also for saving people." Lawrence added: "So there is nothing to be ashamed of, boss. Stand up to your chest. Even if it is the inheritance of the Necromancer Garnan, his technique must be useful. Use it when you use it."
"Well..." The Werewolf youth did not care about the ancient tomb that had nothing, and turned and walked: "Oh, no! There is no time to waste in this place. I have to continue to find two." Little devil."
At the end of the mic, Lawrence smirked with helplessness.
Bedyville reopened his palms, letting the fire of the spells track, and trying to find two children with cursing marks. However, at this moment, the flame of the fire of the spell in his hand suddenly picked up.
In the deeper corners of the distance, there was also a loud fight.
Betteville frowned. He knew that the two little devils might have trouble, and they speeded up and flew to the past.