MTL - Light Spirit Epic-Chapter 3008 The Never Returning Morning (83)

3008-Defeat

Bedyville and others took the iron ride about five minutes later and set off for the moor.

Because of his low fever, Bediville was a little confused, so Lawrence drove the iron ride. This is the first time the werewolf youth has traveled such a long distance in the back seat of an iron ride. And Sorall also followed another iron rider. However, Solar is obviously not very good at driving the flying device such as iron riding, his iron riding is a little wobbly.

"Sleep for a while if you're sleepy, boss." Lawrence said: "There is at least an hour's journey from here to the moor, and your body will be overwhelmed."

"Um..." Bediville put on his seat belt and closed his eyes to refresh himself. But when he really let him sleep, he couldn't fall asleep.

"Ask you a question, Lawrence." The werewolf youth whispered: "You said that you met the great teacher Krana when you were young. She taught you spells and then left. Then after that you Have you never met her?"

"Well, yes." The spellcaster replied: "So this is a long-lost encounter... Although I don't know if the teacher is willing to see me. What should she be busy with?"

"The last time I saw her, she was hiding in a special bunker, who seemed to be dealing with someone or protecting it. I didn't clear it." Bediville replied: "But it was clear that she had been staying in Onuma Grounds. She is fighting the enemies of a certain force."

"So it's really not good for us to disturb her at this time." Lawrence snorted: "But it's not done, the situation is urgent. I can only disturb her once."

"Even Sollar followed, not knowing if it would cause more trouble for her..." Bediville murmured.

"I believe she can understand." Lawrence said again.

At this time, Bedyville was actually quite sleepy. His eyelids gradually collapsed, and he planned to take a nap.

"Boss, we're here. Boss?" I don't know how long it has passed. Under the shaking of Lawrence, Bediville gradually woke up.

"Huh?" The werewolf youth opened his eyes slightly: "Is this...?"

Appearing in front of him was the familiar Demon Marsh, one of the most dangerous secret areas in the Turkic Moor.

The problem is that a huge purple crystal tower popped out of the black magic swamp that had vicious methane gas and various dangerous creatures running across it. The thing stretched out from under the ground like a big hand, about thirty feet high, and quite large in size.

This is part of the crystalline bunker made by Krana using [Residence Stone]. No, it is more like a magnificent castle than a bunker. [Residence Stone] is a technique of ancient people. It was originally a special crystal that was only the size of the palm. It will continue to spread after injecting magic power. It will grow into a certain shape and a specific scale according to the will of the user. [Residence].

Prior to this, the teacher Krana used [Residence Stone] to hide in the Mozhan underground to guard against her enemies. But why is she suddenly so high-profile, making [Residence Stone] swell to the size of an entire castle, and showing the surface?

"She is calling us." Lawrence said: "Should there be a place near this building to enter?"

As soon as the voice fell, the huge crystallization tower began to change, and a platform on which the iron rider could land was appeared on the top of it. There was even a staircase leading to the inside of the crystallization tower on the side of the platform. The platform is not very flat, but it is sufficient for the iron ride to land. Bediville also remembered that the teacher Krana said that although [Residence Stone] can change the shape according to the user's wishes, it cannot be modified very accurately. Expecting it to become a beautiful and accurate building like a piece of art is probably impossible.

Lawrence froze for a second.

"What are you hesitating about? Teacher Krana will never frame us." Bediville urged.

"Okay." The spellcaster landed carefully on the top of the tower in an iron ride, followed by Solar.

"Is it good to park the iron ride here?" Solar asked when he jumped off the iron ride: "This crystal will not change its shape, let the iron ride fall?"

"Worry about these things." Bediville gave Sorall a white look. "And, cover your face, you look terrible."

Solarard had previously drank [the water of the immortal lake] long ago, and now he is covered with gray and black dragon scales of the ancient dragon, making him look like a scale. The crew of the Dawn, such as Bediville, knew Solar, and would not be scared. But the werewolf youth was afraid that Solar's face with dragon scales would scare the teacher Krana - or might make her uncomfortable.

"Okay, my friend." Sorall covered his face with a shawl. He looked a bit like a masked thief.

...And he is still terrible.

Bediville shook his head, too lazy to talk. With his cane, he walked down the stairs carefully under Lawrence's care and followed the spiral steps into the crystal tower.

They soon reached a spacious hall inside the crystal tower, where the teacher Krana was already waiting.

"You are here again, stupid apprentice." Krana said without emotion.

"Good evening, Master." Bediville nodded to Master Curse: "I'm sorry to disturb you in this late night."

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"It's okay." Krana nodded slightly, her face was still hidden in the shadow of the hood: "I know you did stupid things again, and carried out dangerous [split rituals] without permission. I can sense that you have Trouble, so I know you will come."

What really can't hide from the teacher Krana. But this is also natural. After all, the fire of spells used by Bediville was divided from the fire of spells of the teacher Krana.

"And Lawrence. I haven't seen you for a long time." The master teacher turned to the spellcaster Lawrence. "You gave the spell the fire to the little wolf. You taught him the spell, but he didn't tell him how dangerous the spell was. ."

"Yes, the apprentice is not talented." Lawrence apologized humbly: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned [separation ceremony] to him from the beginning. If he never knew there was such a ceremony, he wouldn't make trouble. Such a big trouble."

"This is not to blame you." Krana said: "What is going to happen can never be avoided, just like the water of the river will eventually flow into the ocean. Perhaps this is fate (Kama). Let's not mention that---- --"

She turned to look at Bedieville: "Take out your spellfire, let me see."

The werewolf youth then took the spell fire from [World Tree Shell]. Of course, the fire of the spell at this time remains ice blue, which is the state of controlling the Mithril fluid. The [erosion] that occurred before this allowed part of the Mithril fluid to invade Bedieville's body, assimilating his bone marrow and even the nervous system. Therefore, Bradyville did not dare to release the control of the spell fire on the Mithril fluid. He was afraid that once the spell fire was switched to another mode, the Mithril fluid in his body would be chaotic.

Of course, in fact, at this time, he did not give any order to the spell fire, and the spell fire did not give any order to the Mithril fluid, but just maintained this state.

"Control the Mithril with the spell fire. This is really a new way of using it." Krana said: "But the Mithril requires an extremely large amount of entropy to drive it, which is too difficult to control. I prefer to use the spell fire to control the Mithril. , Think about it will cause a considerable burden on the fire of the spell."

"Sorry." Bediville also apologized: "Originally, it was force majeure, and gradually used it as a matter of course."

"It's okay. Since everything has happened, it can only be so. There is no need to blame you anymore." Krana continued: "Release the state."

"But...?" Bettyville was afraid that once the control of Mithril fluid was released, everything would be out of control.

"It doesn't matter." Teacher Krana emphasized.

Bediville then lifted the control of the spell's fire and turned it back to its normal fire red. He had thought that the Mithril fluid, which eroded and assimilated with his bone marrow nerves, would mess up at once, causing some commotion. But in fact, this is not the case, everything in him is silent.

Bediville breathed a sigh of relief.

"That fluid is just an inorganic substance, they don't have their own consciousness, and they won't control you in reverse, rest assured." The teacher said: "Now, although I know that you are rushing over a long distance, I'm very tired ; But it's not too late, deal with your spell fire first, and let it successfully complete the spirit separation ceremony."

"There is Teacher Lau." Bediville said.

"You go to the room inside to relax and lie down." Krana told Bediville. "And the two of you are waiting here. Let's have some black tea. Do you want milk or vanilla?"

"Vanilla, thank you." "Want to drink pure black tea." Lawrence and Thoral replied separately.

On the side of the crystal table, two more cups suddenly appeared, and the hot black tea was ready. Even according to the requirements of the two, they have corresponding tastes.

Only then did Bediville understand that [Residence Stone] can do almost everything Krana wants it to do, even instant tea making. Sure enough, it was the technology of ancient people.

And...how is this technology somewhat similar to the Holy Spirit of Bediville? He used to live in [Lodge in the Forest] and he could eat and drink whatever he wanted. The Holy Spirit used some supernatural method to transform food and beverages and even various necessities for him to use until he didn’t use everything. Disappeared out of thin air. The things you eat in your tummy are still full.

Think too much. The werewolf youth shook his bloated head, thinking that he was probably unconscious. He followed his teacher to the small room beside the living room and lay down on the soft carpet.

"Relax, don't need to think about anything, and leave everything to me." The teacher said, putting Bediville's spell fire on the chest of the werewolf youth.

Her magnetically charged voice was very sweet and gentle, and her speech was like singing a small song, which was pleasant and intoxicating. The sound seemed to be a kind of hypnosis.

------ And why not? The spell is a kind of hypnosis. Conjurers hypnotize themselves and others to do all kinds of things they want to achieve and achieve the effects they want to achieve. The great teacher Krana is also a person of the ancient god-human race (probably?), if she wants, she can even order Bediville to do anything with her words. It is said that the orcs and humans have genes engraved in genetic factors that must obey the orders of the ancients, so the ancients have absolute control over the orcs and humans.

Thinking of this, Bedieville was actually a little scared. Krana can even be said to have the power to kill Bediville. If she wants, she can even order Bediville to kill herself?

Probably... no.

"What are you thinking about?" The teacher seemed to be able to read minds and gently tapped on Bediville's head. "Relax. Clear your thoughts, don't think about anything. I'll help you with the spirit separation ceremony and do everything." Just give it to me."

"Huh." The werewolf youth hummed.

He became more and more sleepy, falling into a certain state of being hypnotized, half asleep and half awake, and everything started to blur in front of him.

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