"A trap?"
Many was puzzled. How could Lady Vasaki be tricked by a trap?
Could it be a trap set up by a powerful elite?
His heart tightened at the thought — not because he was afraid, but because he was worried about the safety of Salia and the Urjin warriors beside him.
"Don't worry," Lady Vasaki combed her hair, "it was set up by an archmage. His technique is brilliant, but there are still some flaws. Don't worry, it's not a threat to me."
The madam's words calmed many people down, but from the beginning to the end, many people did not show any signs of worry. He looked at the sky, thought for a moment, and replied, "It's not easy to meet a Magister. Maybe he's one of the leaders of the undead army?"
"Maybe, maybe not. But in my eyes, he's just a spatial archmage."
Lady Vasaki's words were filled with confidence.
"Spatial archmage?
Not an undead? "
Saliya asked doubtfully from the side.
"Necromancers can also learn any spells other than necromancy, silly girl."
Lady Vasaki's experience was extraordinary, and she was familiar with the major events of the continent in the past thousand years. "He's an undead, I can confirm that from his aura. But I've never seen this plant before, but its use is obvious."
"What's a trap?
A barrier? "Many were curious as to what kind of trap could fool Lady Vasaki.
"Speaking of which, I was a little careless. His disguise is very clever. This is a double space-time enchantment." Madam Vasaki paused and seemed to be thinking about how to explain it concisely. Because the mysterious space magic was more difficult to understand than the elemental magic. "To put it simply, when you open a door, you think you see the appearance of the house, but the truth is that what you see is only a mirror. The truth is somewhere else."
"Mirror?"
He thought about it for a while and felt that it was a little vague, but he was not good at it after all — in the memories brought to him by the dragon skeleton, there was only a very superficial part about spatial magic. In summary, there was not much in-depth understanding of elemental magic in the memories. It seemed that Nairíos was not a mage.
He didn't think too much about it and continued to ask, "Then how did you deal with it?"
"You've hit the nail on the head." Madam Vasaki seemed to be waiting for many people to say this. She raised her hand and swept her beautiful blue hair to the back of her head. Madam Vasaki pointed at the surroundings and said, "There are countless traps like this in this forest. Other than corroding the land, their purpose is to investigate."
"Like a Sentinel?
That plant has such a function? "
Many eyebrows were raised.
"I've said that I don't know what the plant does. The detection function is another small spell in the barrier. It's a compound spell." Madam Vasaki paused. "But this spell records everything it sees. Only the spellcaster himself can see what has been observed. But if it is destroyed, the spellcaster will immediately notice."
"Madam, you must have a way to solve this problem, right?"
"Of course." Madam Vasaki smiled. "I erased a part of the recorded content in this spell. The spellcaster will not notice that we have been here before."
Madam Vasaki had the inherent cautiousness of a strong person. As a level ten master, Madam Vasaki knew that she might not be able to win against a level nine archmage. Even if there was a huge disparity in strength, in a battle between high-level spellcasters, any small mistake could lead to a reversal of the situation. So, in a situation where she could avoid conflict, Madam Vasaki was not interested in finding this archmage to see who was stronger.
Although the undead and humans were enemies, a war could never be won by one or two people. Soldiers had their own responsibilities, and commanders had their own tasks. Madam Vasaki did not consider herself a soldier or a commander. She was just a member of the masses, the leader of a declining race. Madam Vasaki would not do anything childish when it came to the battle between the undead and humans.
Many listened to Madam Vasaki's words and nodded. Then, Athena's direction changed. "Then we should try our best to avoid these things. There shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"No problem. As long as you can find them, it will save me a lot of trouble."
Madam Vasaki raised her hand, and a faint light flashed in her palm. Everyone, including Madam Vasaki, was simultaneously covered by a thin layer of magic film. "It's better not to smell the poisonous gas. Although it won't affect you much, it will still cause some discomfort."
This showed the difference between Magic Shooter Salia and a level ten master. If one did not look carefully, it would be difficult to notice the barrier cast by Madam Vasaki. Moreover, it did not obstruct vision or movement.
The team set up camp in the evening. The surroundings were shrouded by Madam Vasaki's illusion barrier. From the outside, the whole camp looked like a normal woodland. There was no sign of tents or people. Even the light of the bonfire could not be seen. All that could be seen was a pitch-black forest.
* * *
"What's wrong?
Is there something wrong? "
Chris was sitting leisurely on a wooden armchair, looking at the crystal-like magic crystal in his hand with great interest. However, Saville who suddenly walked over made him look up.
"It's nothing. I just felt a little strange just now. But it seems to be my illusion."
Saville's robe was too long and dragged on the forest ground, so there was a lot of mud on it. At this moment, he did not seem to be in a hurry. He sat on the chair opposite Chris, picked up a stack of parchment and began to carefully read it.
"Spring has arrived. Are we going to just sit around and do nothing?"
Chris's skull still looked scary, but now he had changed into a gorgeous robe. His long bony hand was holding a magic crystal. In this simple tent, he looked a little like a scholar. Speaking of which, this Necromancer was really different from any other Necromancer Saville had seen.
He did not study magic enthusiastically, nor did he do any experiments every day. Instead, he sat on the armchair like an old man for the whole day.
This was a little unbelievable to Saville. Even he had to take out a fixed period of time every day to meditate to increase his magic power reserve. This was a compulsory course for all Magicians. However, Chris had never done this. He always seemed to be leisurely and did not care much about anything. He always spoke in a teasing tone.
"It's not that I'm idle. Soon, there will be something to do. Has the previous batch of soldiers arrived?"
"Of course."
Eccleston put down the magic crystal in his hand and picked up the other one. He rubbed it gently as if he was trying to feel the coldness and hardness of the magic crystal. However, his hand was only left with bones, so he could not be sure if he could feel it or not.
The two of them were at a rather secluded col in the Khalim Forest. To put it bluntly, there were only a few paths in the forest that were compacted due to years of walking. The rest of the places could basically be considered "secluded". A large tent set up against the hillside was their "stronghold". There was everything inside the tent. Due to Saville's spatial ring, most of the equipment in the underground laboratory at the border of Velun had been moved here. Thus, the interior of the tent was basically a complete laboratory. Other than the cloth walls that had been strengthened by magic, this place looked very clean and tidy.
For an entire winter, the two Space Archmages spent their time leisurely wandering around the area.
They looked really different from ordinary people. Of course, that was for sure on the surface. In detail, they had a patience that ordinary people found hard to achieve. For example, when it came to boring things like meditation, facing the falling snow alone, or silently and repeatedly doing magic experiments, they would never feel frustrated or helpless.
Time was always the best way to hone one's character. Although Saville was described as a bad-tempered general in various historical records, who would have imagined that he was such a calm Magician?
"The Magic Eye Flower is starting to take effect. This plant is really good, but the smell is a little strong."
Saville looked at the flower not far from the campsite and said, "The product of the Undead Plane is really strange. I didn't expect it to have more than this."
"After all, the flower blooms for its own survival. Aren't we fighting for survival?"