Atlas Double Star Book

Peleas awoke from a nightmare.

"Neil..." This name is like a prayer, with a soft texture that can wash away his pain, flowing in the bitter and bloody taste of his mouth.

"Ah, the maze of nightmares didn't trap you?" The black mage sitting on the side said, "I thought that this level of fantasy should be able to trap you for a while... Mistake, it really can't for a mage of your level." Take it lightly."

A bald man brought water to Peleas in a friendly manner.The man was very careful not to let the water in the bowl splash out and wet the scholar's clothes.Peleas was grateful.

The camp was full of young and middle-aged men, all of whom wore weapons.Pelias looked into the darkness, and the red eyes of the monster stared at him faintly.Judging from the outline, it should be a wolf.The physique is huge, far different from individual animals in the natural state, but it is not beyond the record.Peleas counted them, eighteen, such a terrifying number, I really don't know how the icelanders find so much meat to feed these monsters every day.

These monsters are the weapons of the Tatars.It sounds like a legend, but he also saw it with his own eyes... Monsters can indeed be controlled by humans.

In fact, this is not so far beyond common sense, in theory, there is more than one way to do this.Obviously this is the academic achievement of the black mage.However, this "result" must be limited, otherwise the black mage wouldn't need to go to great lengths to catch him and open his "roster" with mantra spells.The thought of being watched made Peleas sick.I'm afraid his research on monsters has already been known by the black mage

He said contemptuously: "I said, you are not as good as me. A shameless villain who plagiarizes other people's achievements..."

"This is what I want. I have achieved my goal. Why would I care if I plagiarized? Besides, I'm not completely inferior to you. Look at these ice people and monsters... I also did the experiment, right? But you didn't. In other words, the academy does not allow you to do this kind of experiment, which violates Agnes' principle." The man without a face smiled.

"You use the Iceborne to deceive them."

"Don't you want to know how I let the barbarians manipulate monsters?"

"..."

The black mage became interested: "Look, you want to know. If there is no obstacle from the academy, you will also do this kind of experiment. So you understand me. Come and see what I have done, which is far beyond the three magi. The boundaries you draw-"

The black mage clapped his hands, called a man from the ice field, and at the same time ordered him to untie the chains of the monster.The bloodthirsty monster rushed towards the Iceman, and Peleas couldn't bear to watch.But when he opened his eyes again, he saw that the monster and the Iceman froze at the same time, as if the vivid stone statues were restraining the attitude of about to kill.And when the Iceman turned around, the monster also turned around, and it was the same when walking, sitting, or lying down.

The scholars were astonished, this is really unheard of... The monster and the human are synchronized, as if they are one body and two bodies.

"Coherence..." Peleas said involuntarily, "this kind of case has only been seen in the nameless beast of the Dienrian people... two deer move at the same time, even their intentions and thoughts are unified. So far No scholar has been able to explain this, but the Deenrians explain that 'these two Sarads were originally one, but its soulfire split into two'."

"Ah... this is the fourth volume of Lenia's "Continental History", the chapter dedicated to the nameless beast. This book is hard to find, and most of the copies were destroyed by Agnes himself. How dare you read Pass?"

"I made the manuscript with my own hands," Peleas said. "Lenia was a student of the great scholar Agnes. He was only 16 years old when he fled to the mainland. He spent his whole life recording the impact of the catastrophe on the mainland."

"But the university scholars didn't appreciate him, banned part of Lenia's research, and burned the manuscripts. The evils of the academy began from then on."

Peleas sighed, but then he remembered the current situation.Why do I still have the time to discuss academic issues with my enemies?He added angrily: "How did you get to see "Continent Chronicle"? It must have been stolen."

"Yes, it was stolen." The black mage said frankly.

The scholar suddenly became angry: "It's too much! Tell you to steal it, what will others think! It's so immoral."

The black mage was also very confused, and shrugged with a wry smile: "I have done so much, and you are still teaching me to be moral, which makes me too embarrassed... Well, there is no way. Why should I waste my energy and the best How about the mage going around in circles? I have plenty of ways to tame you."

The black mage hooked his fingers, and several burly warriors of the ice field came. Pelias resisted, and they grabbed him.

"What are you doing! Let go...!"

The savage grabbed the scholar by the neck, throwing his head back in agony of suffocation.He struggled, but couldn't make a sound, his hands were tied again, and his throat seemed to be cut off.He is scared.

The hands were released quickly, and some kind of liquid was suddenly poured into his throat, choking him so much that he could not stop coughing.Very bitter, sick-tasting liquid.It didn't take long for him to feel dizzy and his consciousness drifted. This should be some kind of anesthetic... Pelias was panicked, not knowing what the barbarian was going to do.

Someone cut the rope, and he fell to the ground, unable to utter a complete word, the tip of his tongue was numb, and his body was out of control.The men grabbed his hair and arms as if lifting an object.The black mage cast the binding spell on the rope again, and said with a smile: "Come on teacher, we should go, now you can't use the mantra to play tricks."

Pelias was furious.

The anesthetic not only restrained his body, but also took away his language.The surrounding things seemed to have lost their names and sank into a deep swamp of silence.Everything was frozen, only cold and vague shadows.The earth is suddenly under the feet, and suddenly slides to the side, or is somewhere very high.Peleas was in such a state of distress that his breathing was like a long sentence with only commas.

According to the order of the black mage, the barbarians put Pelias on the back of the giant wolf.

The Icelanders broke camp and marched.They didn't have a clear marching direction. They walked only a dozen miles from morning to noon. They turned back and climbed up the hillside as soon as they went down to the bottom of the valley. Everything was guided by the black mage.Their master explained little, and people trusted him wholeheartedly.After all, this was the one who brought them the Blade of Vengeance, the Right Eye of the Maker.

For three years, the black mage lived and ate with the Icelanders, and they also spoke the authentic Iceborne language. If the elders in the tribe were to close their eyes and listen, they would think that the people speaking were from their own tribe.No one has seen the true face of the Black Mage, he always appears in different shapes and sizes.People all felt that the messenger of the gods was on their side, and it was time to take revenge on the empire.

Too much has been taken of them.The whole north was once the territory of the Tatars.But those southerners, those Sybyls from the Sea Islands, took the land and drove them into the ice.Later the Sibyls cut off the tongues of all the Tatar wizards and took away the knowledge given to them by their ancestors.

On a cliff, the procession of barbarians stopped.The black mage climbed up the cliff and pointed his short tin staff to the southwest, and the people also looked to where he pointed.

In the turbid mist, the imperial capital can be seen faintly, like a stranded gray whale, enduring the time to die.

The black mage said to the Tatars: You have many enemies.They are whales, you are ants, you are new clothes that are trampled on after being washed, and crocks that are kicked down when you are playing.They have swords in their hands and armor like a rock, but you have only sharpening stones.

Hearing this, the men in the ice field mourned in their hearts, and all the young people cried.They thought of the only old wizards left in the tribe. The old people sat in the corner of the tent dispensing medicine, their shriveled mouths were wrinkled and small like two pieces of skin tightened by needlework.Whenever someone came to inquire, the old wizard would falter and gesticulate, with his black mouth open, desperately trying to draw some symbols on the snow, but it was impossible for people to understand.They have no words after all.

The black mage continued, how they killed you in the past, you will act in the same way today.That country is full of whales, so cut open its flesh and destroy its walls and gates.You light a fire that lasts for days, the whale's fat is your candle in your repose, and you plunder as much as you like.Women, children, innocent boys and girls all appease your wrath.You will kill them all, guilty or innocent, dying or infant.Don't soften your heart just because the enemy is young and naive.As much as the Sibyls once killed, you will add to them dozens of times, hundreds of times.

The warriors boiled, roared loudly, and raised their weapons.The monster also raised its head and screamed, and the iceland man threw the body parts to the giant beasts for food.The beast gritted its teeth and sucked blood, full of murderous intent.

The roar was so loud that Pelias gradually regained his senses, and he could already vaguely understand some words.The scholar groaned and wanted to get up, his chest and abdomen were painfully pressed.Someone helped him up and put him in a less uncomfortable position.

"Ah... um, let go, cough." He still couldn't make a sound.

Peleas paused for another moment.After the dizziness subsided, he realized that he was riding on the back of a monster with his hands tied behind his back.Someone was supporting him from behind to prevent him from falling.

"Every time you wake up? Don't talk..." the person behind asked, quite concerned.It was the bald uncle who gave him water to drink before.

Pelias nodded weakly.

The wind was blowing, and the black mage raised his tin staff to the sky, and the clouds in all directions responded to him, gradually gathering, and the dark clouds became heavier and heavier.Pelias didn't dare to relax his vigilance, he had a premonition that nothing good would happen next.The blindfolded black mage chanted, the priest's robe was like a banner of enduring winter, the emerald beads on his chest rubbed against each other, the eyes of the Son shone, and the monsters howled.

What is he summoning...?

Pelias suddenly felt uneasy.

The black mage chanted. At first, Peleas thought it was Ibane language, but it was different... until a strange magic circle appeared on the ground——

That wasn't the usual geometric figure for warlocks, it was a river.

The silver-like light diverges and gathers, interlacing and shifting constantly.At first glance, there is no pattern.The savages raised their feet from side to side in fright, afraid of falling into the ever-expanding, ever-flowing river of light.The silver light seemed to be a real waterway, flowing down from the cliff, and soon covered the mountains.

The black mage looked back and smiled softly: "Do you recognize this?"

Peleas moved his lips, but no sound came out.Not because of narcotics.

Everything is ready, a huge ancient spell is ready to go.The whole mountain where they were located was emitting a faint silver light, the river was like a capillary, penetrating deep along the cracks in the ground, and the mineral veins were beating weakly.The monsters suddenly fell silent, the birds also fell silent, the wind stopped, and everyone's hearts were beating wildly.

Peleas remembered some legends, some books that he never got to see.Soon he realized what might be happening, but was powerless to stop it.

Besides, what he is going to see with his own eyes is the real ancient art of Ibane——

"Look, Ederel." The black mage raised his hand with a smile——

Like a puppeteer pulling an invisible thread, the river of light on the ground suddenly tightened, causing the texture of the entire mountain to itch unbearably, and the depths of the ground were also turbulent.A huge energy grid fills the voids in the rocks, and the river of light is everywhere. When it trembles, the leylines respond.It was as if one hand was stretched out, and it was naturally grasped by the other hand.

The earth woke up.The mineral veins are convulsing, intending to break the posture that has been sleeping for a long time.It just wanted to turn over, and the mountains shook violently——

earthquake? !

The air twisted like a cold wet towel.The loud noise came from the depths, and people forgot to use their ears to listen, because their weak feet had already felt the wailing of the earth.

Someone fell to the ground in fright, and was quickly pulled up by his companions.They are not frightened birds, unable to escape from the ground in a hurry, they can only stand in place, like a forest, like a desperate rock, waiting for fate to crack or stand upright under their feet.

People, like fearing the blade or the huge waves, stare at the shaking ground under their feet.

Peleas stared blankly at the caster, his golden pupils constricted.He didn't expect that Ibane's ancient technique could be so huge that it even caused an earthquake!This is a power beyond the reach of the academy system... He suddenly understood why the great scholar Agnes made a contract to restrict mages.

The lost Ibane spell is still happening, shaking the entire mountain, and the extended leylines, like greedy snakes flocking to the plain... The plain panicked, and the birds fled in all directions, covering the sky.

Feeling the countless and limitless whirlwind, they drove away tens of thousands of birds, crossing the wasteland, ponds, villages, trails, wheat fields, ancient city walls, dotted houses in the imperial capital, ports, Rose Palace... Churning, the entire sea of ​​snakes is like wine in a cup, reflecting the fear of those who drink it.

"Come on, my lord." The black mage stood firmly at the origin of the river of light, relaxed and indifferent, after all, this was his moment.The blindfolded man took something out of his sleeve, and Peleas tried his best to see——

It was the black cube, with a thick dark red glowing from one corner against the light.

While chanting, the black mage cut open the black cube with a knife—dark red liquid flowed out from the wound and dripped onto the magic circle.

That person wants to pollute the entire magic circle? !The situation was completely beyond comprehension, and Peleas watched helplessly as the originally clear River of Light was instantly dyed blood red.Ominous red runes wrapped around the earth like a giant python.He suddenly remembered a scene:

The red scales of the world serpent filled the river.

"What on earth do you want—?!" Pelias suddenly yelled, and the anesthetic couldn't restrain him.

The black mage touched his chin, then snapped his fingers like a flash of inspiration: "Of course it is the red dragon who summoned us."

Glasses shattered and red wine stained the woolen rug.But he didn't have time to pay attention, after all, the whole room was shaking!Kaloyalo nearly fell, but luckily he held on to the table.There were screams and exclamations from the crowd outside the house.

"Earthquake! Earthquake!"

The piercing cry of a baby is more frightening than the violent vibration.

The duke was writing a letter, and now the inkwell, wine glass, quill, and letter paper all fell to the ground.Vases and saucers kept slipping and falling to pieces.

"How could there be an earthquake?" Mr. Kaloyalo was at a loss. He first got under the table, and then crawled out in a panic after a while, "Where's Neil? Where's Ego? Where's Peleas?! What if... ...In case they are not safe!" Kaloyalo worried for a second, Commander Trand, and then thought that Trand, as a beautiful and strong man, should not be crushed to death by the roof.How could a stallion be overwhelmed by something else?

The imperial capital was terrified, and the earth tore itself apart like childbirth.

Kaloyalo staggered and ran out of the house. He called for his knight, but remembered that Egg was not here.He also nearly got hit on the head by a crocodile statue.

"Oh fuck, Amir! Send more of these things if you have the ability!" the Duke cursed angrily.He hurriedly grabbed a helmet and put it on his head, and suddenly felt a little fond of it, so he couldn't help but look in the mirror a few more times.

Mr. Kaloyalo ran out of the mansion and found the boys who often came to steal his apricots were in the yard, shivering with their arms around the tree.He hurriedly took the children down from the tree one by one, and took them to the open space.Other neighbors had already taken refuge in the Duke's backyard.People gathered together, desperately trying to squeeze into the middle at the very edge. People feared walls and doors, like avoiding red-hot iron.The sound of buildings collapsing can be heard from time to time, and the crowd is even more frightened.Kaloyalo hugged the youngest boy tightly, and his shirt was almost torn by the lady next door. He was pushed and pushed by the crowd, stepped on people's feet from time to time, and just after he apologized, he was stepped on again.

People saw a stable collapse.Kaloyalo swallowed nervously.He has never been too concerned about Itil's real estate. After all, he has no family and there is no need to buy a big house, so he just bought an old building with a garden, which is located in a civilian area where ordinary humans live.

At this moment, Mr. Kaloyalo can only hope that the builder of the house is a fastidious workaholic, and that the house will be built solidly.He was afraid that these people would die.

"Three thousand gold shields. If the house doesn't collapse, I'll give another three thousand gold shields to the stonemason..." the Duke said to himself, and the neighbors were so frightened that they wanted to cover his mouth.

Soon, the shock subsided.

People are cautious and dare not take a step.Everyone's feet are weak, and they don't know whether the ground is firm or not.

Someone came on horseback, and many knights looked terrified, escorting a black carriage with a plain appearance.The Duke recognized the emperor's chariot and waved excitedly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Are you safe and sound? It is terrible..."

The people were terrified, as if they forgot about the earthquake just now.And the knights were also very angry. Didn't this short-sighted guy see that the emperor was traveling in a private carriage?They didn't even hang the emperor's flag, just to keep a low profile. I didn't expect some fools to shout in the street.

The imperial knights were furious, and the horizontal spears did not allow Kaloyalo to approach.

But the carriage still stopped, maybe the people in the carriage heard the old friend's voice.

"Is that the Duke of Vulkan?" said the man in the car.

Everyone fell silent immediately, not daring to overpower the emperor's voice.

"It's my majesty! It's me. I came here to meet you in Itil. But those nobles obstructed me in every possible way, even the door of the 'mansion'. I have something important to report to you, and I was still writing a letter just now ..."

"Really, it's hard work. I went back to the imperial capital before, and I caught up with the earthquake just after I returned to Itil. It's really a coincidence." The people in the car said unhurriedly.

The Duke hurriedly said: "It's about the head of the Royal Seventh Knights, Sir Trande Muawia, something happened to him, this is a frame-up!"