Knight and Wand

Chapter 83: Dangerous Place Again
Seeing the Hippogriff carrying the two fighting men farther and farther away, the anxious Corvis had no choice but to land back on the ground from the tree trunk.

(Lorelit language) "Pray for the response of the earth soul, spirits of the forest, and may I listen to your song of nature." He twisted the seal with his hand, and two fingers drew a magical fluorescence, and Corvis placed his fingertips under his ears.

Listen quietly to the whistling of the wind, the chirping of insects, the cries of birds and the roars of animals

The young man opened his eyes after distinguishing the panting and snorting sounds not far away, and walked through the thick shade of the trees to find the black warhorse pacing aimlessly in the woods.

Mounting on the horse and picking up the reins, he chased in the direction where the eagle flew away.

Soon they emerged from the woods and Corvis looked up to search for his mount.

Seeing that the soaring eagle suddenly folded its wings and descended from the sky, he drew Leon's sword and hurried over in a panic.

But before he got too close, he heard Amon's shrill scream at the top of his lungs.

Waves of terrifying sound hit the eardrums, and the strange accents gave people a splitting headache.

The eagle had used up the last bit of its loyalty by not shaking its master off in the sky.

The frightened mount flapped its wings wildly, threw the two people off its back, and immediately spread its wings and flew away, escaping from the horrifying and ominous sound behind it.

The warhorse under Corvis also stopped suddenly and kept retreating in panic.

Unable to get close at all, the boy couldn't help but press his head which was in constant pain and looked forward in pain.

The wizard fell to the ground and rolled around, his eye sockets and wide-open mouth and nose emitting a dazzling light that was bright enough to illuminate the surroundings, as if he had swallowed a sun.

Leon lay on the ground motionless.

The warhorse panicked and wanted to escape, so Corvis had to jump off the horse, hide behind a rocky slope and cover his ears.

After a long time, until the shrill sound gradually disappeared, the boy endured the dizziness and discomfort, climbed out of the ramp, and looked there again.

The screaming has stopped.

The wizard knelt on the ground, motionless like a puppet. The dazzling light had disappeared from Amon's face, his eye sockets were dark, and disturbing circles of magical turbulence lingered around his body.

As far as the eye could see, the air around Amon seemed to be distorted and twisted, twitching and shaking like an illusion.

Corvis turned his head and looked at Leon who was still lying on the ground next to Eamon. He gritted his teeth, endured the inexplicable fear that went straight to his heart, and rushed over.

However, the closer he got, the more distorted the picture Corvis saw became.

The surrounding environment seemed to be stirred ink, and the colors and lights were becoming increasingly detached from reality.

The boy's sensitive perception felt the incredible and huge chaotic magic power that was continuously pouring out of Amon, washing over his consciousness like a hurricane blowing through his body.

It was as if every cell in the body was screaming at me of danger, and every step I took was like moving forward against a storm that shook my soul.

He took the first step drenched in sweat and finally arrived in front of Leon with fear. He carried his companion on his back as quickly as possible, turned around, and stumbled away from Eamon.

The moment he felt a little relieved, Corvis ran for his life, panting as he carried Leon on his back and ran far away.

He didn't dare to stop at all. He cast a spell to put his companion on the horse's back. Then he staggered and grabbed the reins of the warhorse and continued to flee into the distance.

He led the horse over the rugged hills and ran for an unknown amount of time until it was dark. The young man stopped panting.

Regardless of his tiredness, he turned back to check on his companion's safety. His weak breath and almost undetectable pulse made him even more uneasy.

After thinking for a while, without any further delay, the young man immediately tapped the magic pattern, grasped Leon's left wrist, and transferred the remaining magic power in his body to him.

A feeling of weakness filled my mind.

After the continuous consumption, Corvis could no longer bear it, and he fell to the ground with almost all the magic in his body exhausted.
Open your eyes again from deep sleep.

What the blond boy saw was a sky rolling like colorful ink.

For a moment, I even suspected that I was still dreaming.

Turn your head and look around.

The warhorse was tied to a tree trunk nearby, feeling restless.

Although the sun, moon and stars are not visible in the chaotic sky above, even without a light source, the surrounding objects are still clearly visible, as if they were filtered through a layer of distinct colors.

Could it be the interior of the spiritual field?
In surprise, those fragments of description of the scene in the cursed land flashed through Corvis' mind.

"You're awake, are you able to move?" Leon heard the sound of someone getting up behind him, stopped carving on the ground, turned around and greeted.

".I'm fine."

Corvis propped himself up and sat up. Seeing that the familiar face was safe and sound, he felt relieved. It seemed that the last rescue was not in vain.

But he looked around at the towering trees and couldn't help but wonder, "Is this the Pangloss Forest?"

He speculated that it was the other party who brought him into this spiritual land, just like the original plan.

"Well, let me first say sorry. It's unnecessary for me to do this."

Leon turned around awkwardly and smiled, "I didn't see the enemy when I woke up, so I didn't know the situation, but I saw that the rune on your back hadn't disappeared, so I thought that guy named Amon would chase us again, so I took you here as planned."

After all, it was not until he stepped into the Nightmare Forest that Leon learned about it from Miss Lola, who was able to speak again.

The wizard Atias was now in a difficult situation and could no longer chase them.

"But don't worry, I will get you out safely." Leon turned around and continued to carve runes on the ground along the traces drawn by Laura.

It's nothing more than a rehash of old tricks, as the saying goes, once done, twice done, familiar.

And he was not as embarrassed as last time. This time he was fully equipped with armor and took back his knight's sword from Corvis' waist. It should be no problem for him to deal with ordinary zombies and it should not be difficult for him to escape.

Hearing this, Corvis touched the back of his shoulder with lingering fear and said, "Why apologize? You are right to be cautious. When I last saw Eamon, he was in a strange state, but he was definitely still alive."

The boy could feel that the tracking magic behind him had not dissipated, which meant that the caster was not dead.

"If he lives like that, it's not much different from being dead." Although Leon did not witness the scene described by Laura with his own eyes, he still believed in the professional judgment of the wizard lady in his heart.

"is it?"

Hearing Leon's confident reply, Corvis asked in confusion: "Amon's miserable appearance, was it your method? In addition to projecting magic, do you know other spells?"

"No, that shouldn't be my business."

Leon shook his head at Corvis: "Maybe that guy didn't learn the skills well enough and went astray. To be honest, I don't know the details."

After entering the spiritual field, Leon was able to communicate with the wizard again. He thought that he had lost consciousness and it was she who saved him again.

But Miss Lola completely denied it.

——What nonsense! I am already so weak in the outside world that it is difficult for me to even maintain my existence. How can I have the energy to fight back against that idiot's spirit magic for you?
Recalling Miss Lola's original words, Leon shrugged and continued to carve the magic pattern with his head down.

Since it wasn't her who did it, it was probably Aamon who played with fire and got burned.

It doesn’t matter, anyway, according to the explanation given by the wizard lady.

The opponent has been attacked by the spiritual magic that accidentally went out of control, and death is actually the best outcome for him now.

As for the worst outcome
That means being targeted by the demons from the spiritual world.

Afterwards, it turns into a rift itself, and with the soul connecting to the spiritual world as the base point, a new "spiritual-like field" is formed.

Although the situation sounded serious, Leon had no intention of caring about the consequences at the moment.

Anyway, it is the territory of the Kantadar people, so let the lord of the enemy country worry about it.

Now he just wanted to leave the Nightmare Forest as soon as possible and return to reality to meet up with Azerien and the others.

They had not been in the cursed land for long, so the sooner they got out, the better. The longer they stayed, the easier it would be for those strange beings wandering in the spirit world to target them.

Speechless for a moment, Corvis stood up, walked to his companion, and looked at what the other person was carving on the ground with curiosity.

He was not surprised that Leon would set up the spell, after all, he had already seen the opponent's light arrow magic.

But his eyes inadvertently swept across the strings of runes he had written.

The more the boy looked, the more puzzled he became.

Some of the Lorelit characters with obscure meanings are familiar.

But many more characters are completely unfamiliar.

The way it was combined with the magic pattern made it impossible for Corvis to understand the structural logic.

No, this doesn't seem to be the Lorelit spell that the Atias wizards are using now.

Is this ancient Lorelian language?

"Leon, do you know ancient magic?" Corvis couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Hearing such a great name, Leon's hand that was drawing the talisman paused and he turned to look at the blond boy.

"Ancient magic, you mean this thing I drew on the ground? Is it powerful?"

Corvis raised his eyebrows helplessly. He couldn't even understand the ancient language from thousands of years ago, so how could he know whether it was powerful or not.

"What are you going to do?" the blond boy asked in a different way.

"I'm setting a trap. It can simulate some kind of earth spiritual power to attract the undead wandering nearby. We'll find a suitable target, extract its soul and put it into the spirit lamp. If nothing goes wrong, that soul can guide us to escape from here." Leon pointed to the center of the magic circle and explained roughly.

Thanks to the wooden cage spirit lamp I made earlier that I brought with me on this trip, I can now save a lot of preparation steps.

Moreover, without the interference of Lohak who was possessed by the demon, it was just a spell to extract the soul, which was much simpler to depict.

This time there was no need for Miss Lola to personally create a pseudo-soul to attract the devil into the formation, and Leon didn't even have to cut his hands to bleed or chant spells to exorcise the devil.

As long as you draw the ritual to lure the undead, the rest can be left to Miss Lola, which is much easier.

But thinking of the demon possession, Leon glanced at the blond boy beside him.

From the few words they had exchanged before, he knew that the young man's life experience was probably even more tragic than that of Lohak.

Not only did his country and family fall apart when he was young, but he himself was also humiliated and trapped in the clutches of Piriyo for many years.

If he was accidentally targeted by some demon, Leon didn't want to be tormented like that again.

He quickly reminded Corvis: "I forgot to tell you that there is a risk of demon possession in this area. From now on, don't let your imagination run wild and keep praying devoutly to the god you believe in.

I'm not exaggerating. You still remember that kid Luohak. He was once possessed by an angry demon here. He didn't care about his relatives and wanted to chop me into pieces. "Leon warned with lingering fear.

After hearing this, Corvis was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Maybe before the fall of Vilania, I was still believing in the Holy Sun with the adults, but so many years have passed, and I haven't prayed to the Holy Sun for a long time."

This is actually just a nice way of saying it.

In fact, after being a slave of the Atias for so long, the boy's faith, which was not strong to begin with when he was young, had long been shattered.

The great holy sun in the sky neither saved his family nor saved himself.

In the end, Corvis, who risked his life to save him, looked at Leon and sighed.

“That’s troublesome, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be a god. Maybe it would be okay to think more about some positive beliefs.

I'll tell you in secret, I don't believe in Shengyang either. How about you try my 24-word mantra? I'll read it once and you try to memorize it." Leon jokingly tried to sell his secret magic weapon to the boy.

Anyway, he felt it was quite effective. At least so far, Leon didn't feel like he was being targeted by any demon.

"Well, I'll try my best." Corvis nodded, and he had no choice but to give it a try.

After Leon dealt with the last magic pattern, he asked Corvis to protect the horse. He came to the center of the magic circle, raised his hand to draw a magic seal, and called Miss Lola to start the ritual under his feet.

Compared to the gorgeous creation of the simulated soul last time, this time the simulation of the flowing light of the earth's spiritual power was very simple.

The white magical light flowed along the grooves of the magic pattern, filling the entire magic circle, and then dimmed.

Leon drew his sword and waited for his first prey.

Since there were no companions possessed by demons who needed to be rescued this time, he didn't have to fight to the death with powerful undead.

Even if you encounter a zombie that you cannot defeat, just lure it into the formation and let Miss Lola cast a spell to extract its soul.

The sword is drawn only to be on the safe side, to deal with some zombie beasts that accidentally get in, because non-human souls cannot be used to find the way. The souls of beasts are too uncertain, unlike intelligent creatures that can maintain clear goals and obsessions after death.

Soon, Leon heard a rustling sound in the quiet and dim woods around him.

The two people inside and outside the formation turned their heads to look.

The result was just a male deer with peeling skin, shriveled body and red eyes.

Without letting Corvis expend his remaining magic power to help, Leon took a stance facing the zombie beast with double horns that was charging towards him. The moment it rushed towards him, he slashed it straight ahead and beheaded it from top to bottom.

The huge deer head rolled to the side, and the deer carcass, which was hit by too much force, was slid far away with its limbs shaking wildly.

Leon wiped the sword and patiently waited for the next target.

Before long, the corpses of gray wolves, foxes, and monkeys were scattered all over the ground.

Even a few zombie falcons flew over, but were shot down from mid-air by Corvis using stones.

Unfortunately, we never waited for the human undead.

Obviously, the number of humans who would accidentally enter the cursed land is far less than that of wild animals.

Moreover, compared with the amazing soul simulation technique last time, the efficiency of simulating the earth's spiritual power to attract the souls of the dead is even lower.

The advantage is that it is at least safe enough and won't attract too many enemies at once.

Dealing with the beasts that broke into the ritual one after another, just as Leon was getting more and more bored, he finally heard the long-awaited heavy footsteps.

The crisp sound of armor and metal clanging was obviously a sound that only intelligent species could make.

Leon was immediately shocked and thought that he had finally found his prey.

The steps are gradually approaching.

The two of them became nervous and alert.

The tall silhouette in the darkness of the forest became clearer and clearer, and a halberd-wielding warrior wearing silver armor with gold trim and a torn red robe stepped out of the bushes.

Seeing the tall figure emerging from the woods, Leon was just about to marvel at the distinctive and gorgeous armor and weapons on the undead.

I was a little surprised to hear the usually calm tone of Miss Lola.

".Yan Yang Imperial Guard."

Before he understood the meaning of the term from Laura's mouth, what surprised Leon even more was that after the red-robed warrior covered in heavy armor stepped out of the woods, he did not rush towards him madly like the Ghoul Knight did last time.

He only took a few steps towards the spell here, and then stood outside the magic circle as if he had his own reason.

Staring suspiciously at the impenetrable ostrich feather helmet of the halberd-wielding warrior, Leon could not see the body behind him and could not help but murmur.
Could it be that it was not a ghost? Or a living person who just broke in?

I was so busy at work that I almost missed it. A belated thank you to Neilieu for becoming the third leader of this book.
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(End of this chapter)