The power of Druid's natural magic flows in every minute vein of the trees. This magical energy allows the trees to slowly twist according to Muta's wishes in a posture that is absolutely impossible to occur naturally in nature. Shaped into his ideal shape.
Once the mechanism is triggered, the sharp wooden spines will fall down like thunder. If the person below does not have adequate protection means, he may be pierced in an instant and be firmly nailed to the ground with an extremely miserable end.
In the dense forest, no trap can be more concealed than one created by using the surrounding environment itself. Even experienced adventurers tend to pay more attention to their feet, rather than the treetops above their heads that are obscured by dense branches and leaves.
"Very good, we did it very successfully this time, and there was no mistake in moving the joints." Muta took back his hand on the tree trunk and nodded with satisfaction.
The effect of wood plasticity is to change the shape of wood, but the extent to which it can be shaped depends on the caster's magical ability and carpentry level. Since the spell takes effect immediately and produces changes, rather than being maintained for a long time, the remaining magical aura is quite dim. By noon tomorrow, even if it is shrouded within the range of the detection spell, it will be difficult to reveal any clues without looking carefully. The opponent is also a spellcaster, so this simple physical trap may be more effective than a magic trap.
Silently calculating his remaining spell slots in his mind, Muta walked towards the forest, planning to seize the time to set up one or two more traps. If the opponent is really determined to use a large number of cannon fodder lives to consume our own spells tomorrow, then it is definitely beneficial to make more preparations now. Even if it consumes all the spell slots and makes the practice ineffective in a short period of time, it is still worth it.
Before he could even take two steps, a strong wave of sleepiness suddenly hit him without warning, and the Sandman in his body completely controlled Muta's body in a matter of breaths. As he lay limply on the ground, he didn't know if it was his own imagination, but he seemed to vaguely hear the unspeakable chanting of a mantra.
"Enemy? How is this possible?" Muta tried hard to grasp the last trace of clarity in his mind. "There are obviously no alarms coming from those magic sensors on the periphery?"
Then very quickly, young Owad's vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.
When Muta woke up again at some unknown time, his mind was still vaguely fuzzy. After being empty for several seconds, the cool breeze blowing from the summer night and the cold touch of steel on his skin reminded him of the current situation - he seemed to have been stripped naked and tied tightly with chains. On the tree trunk.
¡°Woo¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡± Something was stuffed in his mouth, and he couldn¡¯t even make a sound. Muta struggled feebly for a few times, and the bone-chilling pain that followed throughout his body suddenly made him sober. Taking a breath of cold air, Muta already knew in his heart that many of the bones in his body were probably broken
"Good evening, young druid. It's an honor for us to have the opportunity to have sex face to face." A soft and elegant voice sounded beside Muta, and a little needle-pricking coolness hit his throat, making him feel uncomfortable. He felt horrified all over, "Although I have taken some necessary precautions in advance, I don't think you will do anything stupid and impulsive, right?"
With the sound of these words, a figure holding a long sword turned to his eyes and took away the gag from his mouth. The light in the forest was dim, and with the hood covering his head, even if Muta squinted and looked hard, he could only see a blur.
"Who are you? If you have any requests, just ask" Muta gritted his teeth secretly and said in a low voice, feeling extremely unbelievable. The situation was stronger than the people, so he had to suppress the urge to use magic and the idea of ??shouting loudly, humiliatingly chatting and waiting for the opportunity, hoping that the situation could turn around.
That¡¯s right, in the dead of night, if you just shout loudly, maybe a few of your companions will be able to hear you. But the almost transparent crystal sword that stayed firmly in front of Muta's throat reminded him all the time that as long as the opponent used force, the sharp sword tip could cut off his spine neatly. Even if his companions heard the sound and came over, they would only come to collect the body for him.
"It's really humorous that you guys come all the way to my territory to provoke me, but you don't even know who I am?" the voice mocked sarcastically.
"Are you that Sebastian? The newly promoted magician?" Muta was suddenly shocked, took a deep breath, and was about to shout loudly. After learning the identity of the other party, he understood that since he had fallen intoIf it falls into the hands of the person targeted on this trip, it is absolutely impossible to survive. At this moment, he completely gave up the thought of living, and only hoped that his sacrifice would make his companions alert in advance. Maybe, plus revenge for yourself
With a sneer, Sebastian moved his wrist slightly, stabbing and twisting, and easily cut Muta's muscles and trachea, and severed his vocal cords before he had time to make a sound.
The sound produced by human speech depends entirely on the vibration of the vocal cords. Muta was severely injured, and the shout he was about to make immediately gave up. He roared twice like an old cow panting, and then became silent again. What's rare is that Sebastian knows the structure of the human body very well and the position of his hand is quite precise. Although he severely injured Muta, he avoided the carotid artery in a very measured way and spared his life.
Muta stared at the person in front of him with a face full of resentment, and blood dripped drop by drop into the soil in front of him. He wanted to curse the cold-blooded executioner viciously, but the reality was that he could only endure the severe pain and take big breaths in order to avoid the tragic fate of suffocation at any time.
"A heroic attempt, young Druid. But please don't forget that for people like us, death does not necessarily mean the end." Sebastian's voice was soft and ethereal, full of yoo. Breath, "As long as you tell the information about your companions, for the sake of being a spell caster, I will generously preserve your opportunity to be reincarnated."
There was not even the slightest intention of sparing the other party's life in the young man's words. It was impossible for both parties to believe such a hypocritical exchange condition.
As for reincarnation
Although they are both divine spells, the natural divine spells of druids cannot directly resurrect dead creatures like priests. Instead, members of the Order above the Bard level can cast an equally powerful divine spell to resurrect a recently deceased creature in a new body. Although resurrection from the dead is a painful experience that will cause the subject to permanently lose a lot of power, and the spell itself is also full of uncertainty-the new body built by the power of nature may be any one. The common humanoid types are not limited to the original race of the deceased. But even so, the incomparable desire for survival and the extreme fear of death make the reincarnation of the druids a practical alternative when a suitable priest cannot be found.
Muta looked at the enemy in front of him with an idiot look. For druids like them, death is nothing more than integrating with the world, so what is there to be afraid of? Moreover, it was obviously the guy who did it himself, doesn't he know that he can no longer speak at all? These words are simply playing tricks on yourself. Humph, but even if he fails, Lord Kesol and those two guys will definitely avenge him.
There was a long silence, with only the night wind blowing through the branches from time to time, emitting bursts of chilling screams.
"Well, I see, it's interesting." Sebastian suddenly smiled thoughtfully under Muta's surprised gaze, "Thank you for your cooperation. Then, goodbye."
Damn it, Muta suddenly realized that the other party must have used detection thoughts in advance. But because this spell can only detect superficial thoughts, I had to wake myself up and deliberately made an obscure request as a cover. And I was fooled into being fooled
Having a premonition that perhaps due to his own fault, his companions might also be plotted against, Muta was so out of breath that he couldn't even breathe. He even sobbed and passed out from the agony.
With a sword stabbing into Muta's heart, he kindly ended the other's pain. Sebastian did some more work to cover up the environment, including stuffing the guy's body into a small dimensional bag.
Although he is not bloodthirsty, Sebastian is also not a merciful and bad person. He has no interest in leaving room for enemies who may harm himself or those around him. As long as the body is left in a place for ten days and a half, even if the archdruid of the Divine Retribution Order comes in person, he will not be able to use reincarnation to save people, unless he is a cardinal of the True God Church. The bishop took action himself. And if the corpse is completely destroyed, then the only method left is the "complete resurrection", which is the most powerful and amazingly effective among divine arts, but this is just a beautiful daydream. You know, throughout history, even the noble kings have never enjoyed that kind of treatment
With a sway of his body, Sebastian quietly disappeared from the spot. According to the location he learned from Muta's thoughts, the young man moved toward the remaining druids like a ghost.
The night is still very long
In SebastianUnder the influence of the magic, the little animals along the way didn't even have time to see him with their own eyes. They were just slightly aware of his existence, and they already took the initiative to avoid it in advance, as if they felt a kind of self-canceling force in their bones. The inexplicable feeling of extreme reluctance to approach.
The young magician has tried his best to avoid the existing traps and magic sensors according to Muta's memory, but he is also unwilling to leave traces in the eyes of these little guys everywhere. Everyone knows that any inconspicuous little animal in the forest may be the spy of the local Druid.
Just like this, Sebastian gradually approached an open space in the forest.