The mage arrives

The woman in the portrait looks very similar to Reinas, and it can even be said to be exactly the same. Is this a pure coincidence?But is it really possible for such an extreme coincidence to occur in this world?Or, in fact, this woman is Reinas.

And it wasn't just the wall facing Gordon that had this woman's portrait on it.On the walls on both sides, there are also.This blond beauty with unique temperament presents various poses in the painting.Some are wearing armor and holding a sword standing awe-inspiring;It can be said that these paintings fully and comprehensively show the different charms of this woman in different states from different angles.

"The painting techniques are delicate and delicate, the facial features of the characters are exquisite, fully reflecting the inner temperament and mood. And the colors are bold and full of visual impact... Even a layman like me who doesn't understand art can use a string of beautiful words Come to praise these paintings. The authors of these paintings must not be unknown people. -No-wrong-small-say-3.--" Gordon thought silently, walked into the portrait, and looked towards the lower right corner.Sure enough, he found a row of small black characters at a glance.

"Airan Noufel, written in the Year of Blossoms." Gordon knew that it was 920 of the Fourth Era, that is, 18 years ago.Two major events happened that year. One was that the little princess of Northengard, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the Northern Continent, and Mary Jielin, who was known as the flower of the empire, was assassinated to death.The second is that the cassava flowers planted by the elves in the deep emerald forest withered early, resulting in a large reduction in cassava production this year, triggering a large-scale famine.Hundreds of thousands of forest elves and wild elves starved to death.

Familiarity with history is a compulsory course for a mage.With his amazing memory, Gordon was able to remember all the year names and major events that happened in that year going back 120 years from this year.But he is not very clear about art.The name of the portrait author Ejan Noufel.He felt a little familiar, but he didn't know who it was.

From this point of view, his cultivation as a nobleman is not qualified at all.

"Well, it seems that we can only go back and ask someone to ask." Gordon made up his mind, so he didn't worry about the author of the portrait. He continued to open his eyes wide, hoping to be in this room with a unique atmosphere from the surroundings. .Find more clues.

He did find a lot more.For example, small busts of women carved out of different materials such as marble, summer stone, snake eye, etc.Of course, without thinking about it, the prototype is the person in the portrait who didn't know it was Reinas herself.Still the same woman as Reinas.In addition, Gordon also found many courtship and hymns written in the No.1 scale in the drawer.It's a pity that after reading these poems, Gordon felt goose bumps all over his body because he felt numb.No gain either.Ben Anissa all start with "you". Words such as "my love" refer to the woman without revealing her name at all. "Well, this bishop puts on a saintly appearance in front of the public, but in private he is a psychopath who is obsessed with women to the point of pathology..."

After sighing, Gordon found nothing and decided to leave.

He climbed up the ladder, left the gloomy and cold underground laboratory, and then walked out of the hut.Immediately afterwards.Gordon noticed something extraordinary: the surrounding temperature was still very low.He could still see the white air exhaled from his mouth, and even the small vegetables planted by Ben Anisa in the yard.Hoarfrost hung on the tender green leaves.

In this late spring season, how could there be frost on plants?This is certainly an unnatural situation.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that there was a blizzard-like violent and abundant negative energy in the forest, rushing towards the cabin, as if to drown him.

Without time to think about it, the mage took out a magic crouch like a conditioned reflex, blessed himself with acceleration, drank another bottle of foot oil potion, and then ran wildly.

Soon, a voice like the howling of the wind passed over the head.While running, Gordon saw with his own eyes a gray-black light cluster attacking from behind, and then fell to the nearby ground.The evil and strange arcane energy spread rapidly from the center point where the light ball landed, forming a circular area.

Unexpected changes took place in the small area covered by this gray-black energy, within a range of about ten square meters.It was late spring, and the vegetation near the forest had already grown quite luxuriantly, lush and verdant.But under the influence of that gray-black arcane energy, all the green plants began to wither and wither at a speed that could be distinguished by the naked eye, turning from green to black, and finally weathered into stiff dead branches.Not only the plants, but also the little bugs in the soil were all doomed. The fleshy internal organs were devoured by the gray-black symbol of death and decay in a blink of an eye, leaving only an empty shell in the end.

"What kind of strange necromancy is this?" Gordon shuddered when he saw what happened around him.Based on the energy level of this spell, if it hits him, then within a few seconds, all the life force in his body that maintains his life will be completely swallowed up, and finally he will become a mummy.

Fortunately, this necromancy, which I have never seen before, is not directional. Although it has a large range, it is relatively easy to dodge.

Gordon glanced back while running away, just in time to see a gray mist-like thing floating out of the Deathwhisper Forest, and then approaching the cabin where Ben Anisa lived.Inside this cloud of mist, one could vaguely see a curved, concave-convex figure, like a woman's shadow.

Whatever it was, this cloud of mist was what Gordon was attacking, and what Gordon was trying to get rid of.

Even if it was just a cursory estimate, Gordon knew that this undead monster that ran out of the forest was a powerful enemy with a challenge level of fifteen or above, an adult dragon level.And without preparation, the other party's weird necromancy spells are difficult to deal with, and if you don't pay attention, you will be instantly killed.And this is near Ben Anisa's hut, which is a hostile area.Maybe when the Lord Bishop or his cult allies will appear, it is really not good for the battle.

Therefore, after all considerations, it is better to go first.

Fortunately, although the place where the battle took place is inaccessible, it is not remote.Gordon ran at full speed with both legs, and soon came to the main road outside the city of Fleuris.

And the undead creature also gave up the pursuit.

In this densely populated place, there are not only passing tourists and businessmen, but also city patrols.If the undead creature didn't want to scare the snake, so that it was finally surrounded by the major temples, it could only retreat.

Watching the carriages coming and going like a long queue on the road, Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had passed away.But just now, when the undead creature gave up chasing, he seemed to hear what the other party was saying.

Its general meaning is "plan exposure, transfer, change" and the like.

This is not the point.What surprised Gordon the most was that the undead creature spoke these words in Abyssal language.

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