[Burst Rune
Protective 3-ring spell with a permanent duration.
Draw runes of magic on books, maps, scrolls, or such objects with text messages, and when the creature reads the text, the runes will be triggered, causing bursting force field damage. You can try to break the spell with [Disarm Magic] and [Erase Spell].
The mischievous trigger words were carefully concocted by the magic-eyed governor, who likes to chuck the runes in the demand slips of wicked customers who don't pay their debts.
Vlamir squinted as he watched the spire of Murfittin's loft being blown up into the sky.
He stood to his left in righteous indignation: "Ah! How can you hurt a customer when you've cheated him."
He stood to the right as indifferent: "Ohhhhh, how can you say cheat, buying and selling things, that can be called cheating? Besides, he is not in the art of sublimation?"
Left: "What art?"
Right: "Art is the explosion."
Left: "Such an old stunt you still use, dirtbag. Now it's popular that if you don't die, you won't die."
...
Vlamil sighed with interest, "really stirring base into a group, spit into a pair, talking to yourself is too boring, I'd better go back."
Near the outskirts of the green capital, by the unicorn colony, a forest clearing not often visited by elves, Velvet waited anxiously. The princess and the ranger captain have exceeded the expected time, this side of the teleportation compass does not respond.
And the situation inside the green capital has reached a precarious situation, Nieron in the festival in front of the gods descend, that light half of the forest saw. The council of elders is uncertain, the nobles tend to follow the trend, the lower class people are in fear. Many elves remembered their princess at this time, but Drusilla did not show up, the Elf King faced pressure Verity can not imagine.
The businesswoman's trade was thus halted, and she simply hid out, keeping the compass day and night. Nervous nibbling nails, cursing Rameshirai, and after a while hoping that Drusilla is safe and sound, but do not know who to pray to. The Lord of Rituals? I don't think so.
A blinding white light emitted from the compass, two dozen sudden appearance of figures to break the calm. The rescued elves saw a familiar sight and embraced each other. Velvet rushed up and found the princess, only to find Drusilla in a trance, her face pale.
The businesswoman angrily slapped on Rameshirai, without having time to question, the ranger spat out a large mouthful of dirty blood, mixed with pieces of internal organs, and fainted. Verlite was stunned, "I'll call Garcia!"
An hour later, the Elven King, who had been notified, urgently dispatched his army to escort the captured elves in a grand manner, and he wanted everyone to know about it.
Hora released another healing spell, and Rameshirai came to his senses, but in extremely bad condition.
The king of unicorns said, "There is no more bleeding in general, but the damage and displacement of internal organs is serious, and the bruises need to be removed, which are beyond our ability to do."
Villette asked nervously, "What can be done to save him?"
Hora glanced at the princess next to her, whose condition was equally unpromising. Since her return, Drusillia had hugged her knees and bowed her head, not responding to anything anyone said. Verity and Hora had learned about Sister Lax and were worried that the princess was mentally stimulated.
Hora said, "must be sent to the torch mage immediately, only with the help of magic can cure this injury, but you have to be ready to pay ..."
"No problem!" Drusillia suddenly looked up and said, taking everyone by surprise. Princess face tear-stained, Velvet but can not see the sadness, a kind of hollow indifferent emotion occupy those soulful eyes. "No matter how many gems he wants, the Garland Nord royal family will give."
"... cough, I'm not worth that much." Ramesirai smiled weakly.
Verity put the ranger's head on her lap and wiped away the sweat on her forehead, "Don't worry, even if the pot is smashed, the Tia elves will never let you, the great hero, die."
Drusillia said, "Hora, thank you for your help, can we talk to them both?"
The King of Unicorns walked away with his men, leaving only three elves in the clearing. The insects of the forest were filled with unease, and the tone of the princess's voice worried Villette and Ramesilai.
"Sitting here for an hour now, I have only one word in my head, Sister Lax's last blessing: Nieron bless you." The princess stood up and looked straight into the blood-red sunset, the light hitting her body but cold.
"Sister was a very fussy old lady, and I didn't like her from the moment I saw her. I pulled the bow she said it was out of line with the royal family, I performed she said it disrupted the order of respect and inferiority, at that time I was very rebellious, tolerated until I could not stand it, and began to look for trouble. I took advantage of the Sister to take me into the temple, slipped out to secretly touch the idol of the Lord of Rituals, that is not open to the public, so it is considered a more serious provocation."
"Afterwards I was confined by my father, but I was able to get rid of Sister Lax, who was dismissed from the priesthood for poor teaching, and I secretly rejoiced. It was a long time before I learned that the high priest had severely reprimanded the royal family for that incident and asked that I become a nun to make amends. It was Sister Lax, who stepped forward to accept the temple's rite of self-redemption and quell the strife, and at the time I did not believe that the mean Sister would do such a thing."
"Now I believe, as in the underground prison, she once again tolerated my transgressions, stepped forward and made amends with her life."
Verity said eagerly, "It's my fault, it's all because I didn't think it through ..."
Drusilla shook her head and her expression became gritted: "But why did she say that one sentence! Nieron blessed you. Sister was wrong! She kept her chastity all her life, until her face grew old, and the god who dedicated her youth to the god who never questioned it until her death, never blessed any elf!"
"I used to think that the elves who believed in the way of rituals and I must be on two paths, and Sister Lax showed a different side that I did not see. Every elf is good, they just choose the wrong faith. Rameshlei, do you remember the day of the Midsummer Night Parade when you and I were talking about the dike by the lake."
"Yes."
"The dike of the Lord of Rituals cut off the flow of water and allowed the lake to slowly die out. My father and I had made so many efforts to get around the dike. Now I see that it's no use! As long as living water cannot be injected, it is only a matter of time before the lake dries up, and all our efforts are just suffocating fish, dying."
"The Lord of Rituals is the number one enemy of Tia's survival, even more than the humans outside. Therefore, I will dig out the dam, from the top down, tearing its main beam and freeing the bound cornerstone and the current."
Drusillia looked solemn, her voice tinged with ice. "Rameshlei, Villette, I have chosen a dead-end road that may be a cliff, you have the right to turn early, and I will not blame you."
The air became heavy and it was difficult to breathe. There was no playful smile on Ramesile's face, and a shining light in his eyes. Verity looked at the pale back of her friend, certain elements of joy stripped raw to reveal the wounded flesh and blood beneath. The businesswoman swallowed back her exhortation and locked eyes with the ranger.
Ramesile gestured to help himself up, and with difficulty he knelt on one knee at the princess's back, his finger tapping on his brow, the ranger's ritual of swearing allegiance to the clan king, with Villette kneeling beside him.
"The eagle also has a companion to travel with, and the feathered arrow shot to the sky must not be alone. Allow us to follow in your footsteps and build a temple of glory with blood."
Rameshlei whispered, "Your will ..."
Villette interjected, "... is our destiny!"
Drusillia took a deep breath as she said, "Nieron, I know you can hear me. I, the queen daughter of Garland Nord, Druhiria, will spend the rest of my life taking divine vengeance on you!"
The magnificent oath was not loud, but it penetrated the dimensional divide and reached the divine kingdom of the Lord of Rituals, and a wave of anger echoed through the astral realm.
Lysatos withdrew his eyes from the crystal ball, and he clearly heard every word of Drusillia.
The princess had no choice but to throw herself into the Golden Dragon's camp, at his mercy. The plan went well, but Lysatos had a heavy heart. The upper limit of 25 people in the teleportation compass was set after he scouted the Blood Exhaustion Fortress, and the True Knowledge Flash Scroll placed a hint spell. He personally plucked away the veneer of innocence and planted the seed of hatred in the pure heart. Drusillia will be driven by the fire of hate revenge, as in the case of his own revenge on evil at all costs.
... seeds have been planted, fate has begun to weave, and then is waiting for the dam to decay.
All this, you can not stop, Nieron, wait for me, when I finish falling pieces, is the day your God fell!