MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 62

Cyril's smile faded away.

He heard right?

Mr. Scott said he was going to the "s" level?

The most dangerous S-level secret realm that the professor emphasized many times in class?

Obviously, the little wizard who was in charge of reception at Secret Realm was also surprised when he heard this.

He looked at Brian and Cyril beside him hesitantly, and it was indeed only the two of them.

However, most of the people who go to the S-level secret realm are five, six, seven or eight people.

The little wizard from the Secret Realm thought in his heart, going to the S-rank secret realm is not just about being handsome!

Don't go in with a handsome face, and come out with tears and blood.

Do you know why the medical office is opposite the Uncharted Agency! This can be set up in response to the needs of the majority of wizards.

"Are you sure you want to go to that newly discovered S-level secret realm labeled '99'?"

The little wizard confirmed it again.

Cyril stood aside and looked at Mr. Scott nervously, hoping that he would think again.

However, the other side looked calm and nodded lightly.

He looked so calm that he just added a plate of dessert to the order.

Cyril took a deep breath and sighed in his heart: He underestimated Mr. Scott's strength.

"Okay, come with me then."

The little wizard nodded, he looked at Brian's determined appearance, and stopped persuading them.

"This '99' Mystery Realm has just been incorporated. In order to encourage the majority of wizards and wizard apprentices to explore, we will provide free long-distance teleportation for the first three months without charging any fees."

He closed the door as he spoke.

The little wizard locked the door, hung a sign "Leave temporarily, come back soon" on the door of the secret agency, and then walked with Cyril and the two to the end of the corridor.

This promenade looks very imposing, and you can't see the end at a glance.

On both sides of the promenade are identical brass gates marked with different numbers.

"97, 98, 99! Ah! Here it is, here it is."

The little wizard stood in front of one of the doors, then he took out a very small brass key, only the size of a fingernail, from the pocket of his wide wizard robe.

Cyril glanced at the huge door lock, it didn't match at all?

He was a little curious if the staff member took the wrong key.

However, this brass key is not an ordinary key, but an alchemy product.

When the little wizard inserted it into the lock, the shape of the key began to change.

It expanded rapidly, and the smooth and smooth edges also flowed, becoming uneven, just to fit the door lock.

The little wizard twisted the key in his hand, and the door opened.

"Come in, you two. Good luck!"

He pointed to the door of Heiyun, and grinned at the two of Cyril.

"Thank you."

Cyril nodded at him, then looked up at Mr. Scott.

It was pitch black inside the door and nothing could be seen.

Brian lowered his eyes to meet Cyril's novel gaze, and let out a low laugh.

The hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and he naturally held Cyril's hand.

Cyril felt the other's knuckles wrapping his fingers.

Then, his slender fingers inserted between his own fingers in a gesture that could not be refused, interlocking them.

Cyril was slightly taken aback.

The warm touch spread from the fingers, getting hotter and hotter, as if there were subtle sparks rubbing.

Brian took Cyril and walked into the door.

When he first took the first step, Cyril didn't feel anything, just like he felt on ordinary ground before.

However, when he stepped into the door with both feet, a sudden feeling of stepping in the air made his heart skip a beat.

Cyril felt as if he was stuck in the void, without any landing point.

The surroundings are rich in black, nothing can be seen, only the hands of the two are very clear to the touch.

Those hands were his only anchoring point in the strange environment.

Although this moment may seem long, it is only a few seconds later.

Cyril's vision became clear, from overwhelming black to overwhelming white.

It was surrounded by ice and snow, and they were standing on a huge piece of ice.

Through this ice surface, you can vaguely see the lines of the witch formation under the ice.

At the same time, a cold that penetrated deep into the bones quickly enveloped Cyril.

The cold air clamored into the pores, making people shiver with cold.

The air he exhaled turned into white smoke.

Cyril was about to take out his wand to cast a warming spell on himself, when he saw Mr. Scott stretch out his hand and tap his forehead, a warm current immediately enveloped him, and the surrounding The cold was completely dissipated, and even the soles of my feet were warm.

It's not just a warm spell, but better!

Cyril immediately thanked Mr. Scott.

Afterwards, he saw that the other party took out the pure white, crystal clear keel wand.

He summoned a skeleton, then muttered a spell and waved his wand.

As the spell chanted, the skeleton's flesh began to grow rapidly.

After a while, the original gloomy bones turned into a tall and thin young man.

This is?

Come back to life!

Cyrillic pupil earthquake.

This tall, thin man has tousled grey hair.

His chin was covered with cyan beard stubble, his eyes were full of red blood, and he also had thick dark circles under his eyes.

He was wearing a robe that looked like some kind of strange animal leather, and the various mottled patterns on it were very eye-catching.

Cyril stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

He has also learned undead magic for nearly a year. Naturally, he can see that the tall and thin man in front of him no longer belongs to the category of undead.

Who is this man?

"Hey, we meet again, you two."

As soon as Erlanger opened his mouth, he sneezed.

He immediately cast a warmth spell on himself.

After that, he looked at Brian, froze for a moment, and immediately realized that the great undead wizard was going to play in a vest.

Tsk tsk tsk, is this the love between lovers?

Erlanger then looked at Cyril without a trace, and smiled: "Hello, I'm Steinbeck Erlanger."

Cyril also smiled at him friendly, almond-shaped eyes.

"Hi, my name is Cyril Lawrence."

Brian glanced at Erlanger lightly, a little impatience in his eyes.

"Location."

He said succinctly.

The deep voice is even more cold in this icy world, like an undercurrent under the ice.

"Right away, right away."

Erlanger quickly retracted his gaze towards Cyril.

He sighed in his heart that it was not easy for him to work underworld, while taking out a thin brass stick only the length of a thumb.

I saw his two hands on the two ends of the brass stick, and then gently pulled it, stretching it to the length of the forearm, and then waved it with satisfaction .

Then, Erlanger looked down on his robe, and then tapped a pattern on his robe with a brass long stick, muttering some incantation .

The next moment, a small brass object in the shape of a small bee fell into the palm of his hand.

Cyril then realized that this retractable thing was actually a brass wand.

And this Mr. Erlanger's robe is actually a kind of equipment similar to a storage bag.

His eyes lit up, maybe this Mr. Erlanger is proficient in alchemy.

Cyril watched with interest as Erlanger tapped the little brass bee with his wand, and then the thing began to flap its wings and fly.

"No problem, just follow it."

Erlanger breathed a sigh of relief.

It took a lot of effort to finally fix this thing - this is the abyss probe bee that he fiddled with when he was researching before.

Erlanger took a few steps, and suddenly thought of reminding Brian to remember to restrain his powerful magic and spiritual power after leaving the range of the teleportation array, and don't startle the snake.

But he felt it and found that the other party was ready early. At this time, he looked like an ordinary ordinary wizard apprentice.

Erlanger glanced at Cyril again quietly.

It seems that this necromancer is really surprised by this little cutie.

The three followed behind the little brass bee, left the thick ice cubes where the teleportation array was deployed by the Secret Environment Agency, and walked in the direction the little bee was flying.

Cyril faintly noticed that both Mr. Scott and Mr. Erlanger seemed to have a clear purpose, and they seemed to be looking for something in this secret realm.

But he didn't ask, he just walked obediently beside Mr. Scott, looking at the surrounding scenery.

This is an endless ice field.

From the occasional cracks in the ice, you can see the clear water below, the crystal clear water is like a transparent jelly.

I don't know how long I walked, although Cyril didn't feel cold under the heat preservation spell, but his legs began to become limp, and a warning of strike was issued.

Cyril's footsteps slowed down.

Brian stopped almost at the moment when Cyril's speed changed.

He frowned, looked up at Erlanger, and asked, "How long?"

Swept away by this cold gaze, Erlanger grimaced, his facial features wrinkled together.

"I don't know..."

He subconsciously complained in his heart: "You have to ask the little bee."

Erlanger glimpsed that the other party seemed to want to summon a carriage, thinking that the abyss was very sensitive to the undead magic using dark elements, he hurriedly said to stop Brian: "Wait, wait, let me come !"

He took a handful of small red fruits from his robes, put them on the ice field, and kept looking in all directions.

There is movement!

Cyril keenly heard the sound of something running.

They run together in a row, like galloping white waves.

Cyril blinked and clenched the wand in his hand.

These snow wolves are much taller and mightier than the ones that Nicholas Cavendish summoned in the arena.

At this time, Erlanger calmly picked up the small red fruit on the ground and held it in his hand.

The snow wolves followed the smell, ran to Erlanger, stood still, and turned out to be like obedient little dogs.

"There are so many here, that's just right, we each choose three..."

Erlanger was about to say something when he suddenly shuddered and swallowed the next words.

"Cough, you can choose one of the two."

He cleared his throat and handed a red fruit to Brian.

"Look, which one do you like?"

Brian raised an eyebrow at Cyril, motioning him to choose a snow wolf.

Cyril immediately understood, this is the wolf that Mr. Scott found for himself.

He felt warm in his heart, subconsciously pinched his fingertips, his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Cyril looked up at these ferocious beasts.

The snow wolf in the secret realm is huge, nearly two meters long and very strong.

Their fur is very beautiful, it is snow white with no impurities, and it is cleaner and brighter than the color of the ice underfoot.

Cyril looked left, looked right, and suddenly caught sight of one of the snow wolves.

Cyril blinked and turned to Mr. Scott to indicate that he had already selected.

Brian nodded and walked over slowly.

His slender fingertips pinched the little red fruit and shook it in front of the snow wolf's nose.

Cyril only felt that Snow Wolf's small eyes brightened, and it seemed to be trying to restrain itself from wagging its tail.

Brian threw the little red fruit into the air, and the huge snow wolf jumped up nimbly.

It opened its mouth wide and accurately let the little red fruit fall into its own mouth.

Swallowing this little red fruit, this snow wolf seems to look more mighty and majestic.

This little red fruit is amazing!

Cyril sighed.

If the system were there, it would have been able to identify what it was.

Cyril felt a little depressed when he thought that the system had not come back.

While he was still immersed in worry about the system, he was suddenly picked up—Mr. Scott took his waist and sat on the back of Snow Wolf.

When he came back to his senses, his body twisted and fell backward as if he was not sitting still.

Cyril's entire figure was indented into Brian's arms, and the movements of the two seemed very intimate.

The corners of Brian's mouth were slightly raised, feeling Cyril's body temperature being continuously passed from the place where the two bodies fit together.

He put a hand around Cyril's waist.

Erlanger watched the action of the two of them, he couldn't help but "tsk" in his heart and shook his head slightly.

Hey, it's obviously the activity of three people, but he doesn't have a name.

Erlanger randomly picked a tall and strong snow wolf and turned over.

He fed a small red fruit to the snow wolf, and carefully collected the other red fruit.

The rest of the snow wolves left in despair when they saw that they did not successfully compete for the post.

So, they rode the two snow wolves and ran in the direction of the little brass bee.

The long hair of the snow wolf is thick and soft, and it is not awkward to sit on it.

Just because they run too fast, the cold wind from the action is blowing head-on.

Brian used his other hand to put the hood on Cyril's wizard's robe, and the hood immediately covered half of Cyril's face.

When they encountered a relatively wide crack in the ice layer, the snow wolves jumped up and jumped over the crack like a small glacier.

Cyril's entire body was also brought backwards, but Brian firmly wrapped his waist and made him fix.

His head rested on Cyril's shoulder, warm breath on his chin.

Cyril sat on the back of the snow wolf running fast, for fear that he would fall off if he was not careful, he did not dare to move at all.

Mr. Scott was left to maintain this position.

He felt like his mind was full of ice and snow, unable to think.

"Look down."

Brian whispered in Cyril's ear, and his magnetic voice got into Cyril's ear.

Cyril looked down.

A bit of dark blue was revealed under the crystal clear ice below the snow wolf's feet, and this blue seemed to be still swaying and swimming.

Cyril's eyes widened, this is... a fish?

This big fish swimming under the ice is very fast, almost as fast as the snow wolf.

So Cyril could see its translucent body clearly, and even faintly see its internal organs.

Suddenly, the big fish sped up and sprang far away.

Cyril's line of sight followed it and looked forward, only to see this big fish jumping out of the water from the gap in the next ice layer not far away.

The whole fish body shows beautiful lines in the air, and also brings out a string of water splashes, which is abnormal.

"Want to?"

Brian asked when he saw Cyril staring at the ice fish.

But at this moment, Erlanger chanted a spell, and the brass wand pointed precisely at the big fish.

The translucent fish turned into a strange pattern on his robe as if it was sucked.

"Hahaha, such a big ice fish, I earned it!"

Erlanger laughed heartily.

He smiled and suddenly felt a sharp gaze coming from his back.

Erlanger froze, realizing that he might have broken someone's good deeds.

However, he felt he could try harder to save him.

"Ahem, it's the first time I've met Lawrence, and I haven't prepared any gift for you, so this ice fish is for you."

Erlanger said quickly and anxiously: "I'll save it for you first, and remember to remind me when you go out. This is a good thing, a very rare and precious potion raw material. Even if it is directly It is also very good to eat, and it is good for the growth of spiritual power and magic power."

After he finished speaking, he felt the indifferent gaze on his back finally disappeared, Erlanger breathed a sigh of relief.

With the passage of time, the distance is no longer a barren ice field, but gradually undulating, and many high and low icebergs appear in the field of vision.

The scenery also became richer, and Cyril seemed to see some small snow-white animals passing by.

After a while, a snow-covered forest appeared.

The snow wolves stopped at the edge of the forest, and their huge bodies were not suitable for traveling through the forest.

The three of them got off the Snow Wolf.

Cyril reached out and touched the snow wolves who had been running for so long, watching them turn around.

The dense forest is covered with thick snowflakes, like everything is covered with a white quilt.

The Brass Bee is still dutifully serving as a guide ahead.

After they left for a while, the sky suddenly darkened and a heavy snow fell.

Snowflakes fluttered in the air like falling catkins.

A few flakes of snow fell on Cyril's eyelashes.

The little white on his slender, curled eyelashes is particularly striking, like a flimsy butterfly wing covered with a little snow.

Brian caught this scene out of the corner of his eye, paused, and his eyes flashed slightly.

He stopped, reached out and grabbed Cyril.

Cyril raised his head slightly, his clear almond eyes flashing a little puzzled.

"Huh?"

He uttered a syllable suspiciously, and the originally crisp voice became even softer in the vast snow, making it ticklish.

Brian's Adam's apple rolled.

He didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and tapped Little Rose's eyelashes with his slender fingers, wiping away the snowflakes that fell on it.

It was obvious that the two of them did not have any extreme actions, but the atmosphere that was not allowed to be inserted by outsiders made Erlanger's teeth sour.

He looked indifferent: Let this snow bury me and make it fun for your husband!