Sammy's joints seemed to be rusty and stiff, and his posture was strange, but his speed was not slow, and he quickly walked to the door, opened the door of his bedroom, and stepped into the corridor outside where only the dim street lights remained.
"Come along and have a look."
Karl repeated, then spoiled behind Sammy like a black cheetah.
Downey's mind was full of thoughts, and he couldn't figure out what to expect from this situation for the first time, but his friend had to follow Carl and hang Sammy from a distance.
After walking for dozens of seconds, Sammy, with his eyes closed, got into the stairwell and walked downstairs with a half-jump, but he was silent, as if every staircase had become extremely soft.
This weirdness combined with the gloomy light of the stairwell made Donnie's hair stand on end, and he whispered to Carl: "He doesn't seem to be conscious, he only knows how to move forward instinctively, otherwise he would have chosen the elevator." ” Their dormitories are on the second floor of the Tower of Life, with elevators leading to the hall, basement, and other floors, so the stairwells are rarely used, so much so that many of the magic chandeliers are destroyed and no one cares.
Carl looked at Sammy, who was around the corner of the stairs, and his voice suddenly sounded in Donnie's heart: "Maybe it's because you don't want to choose the elevator" Donnie was startled, where did the voice come from "We can talk to each other without saying anything," Carl said again.
Donnie was stunned and thought, this is the effect of a certain ornament on his body, worthy of a teenager with a big background Suddenly, he was stunned: "I don't want to choose what you mean that Sammy was manipulated" "Not necessarily.
Maybe something was calling him, or maybe it was just instinct, as you say.
Karl's eyes narrowed slightly, and he crept along.
In the stairwell, the two magic chandeliers were broken one and a half, the light flickered on and off, and there was a terrifying feeling, Donnie said solemnly and panickedly: "Then let's report to the teacher quickly and let them deal with it as a formal magician." ” He was referring to the caretaker of the Tower of Life.
In the change of light and shadow, Carl's fair and delicate face was dyed with a hint of gloom: "No.
If Sami is just a special sleepwalking caused by a ghost.
Then we can deal with it ourselves, calling the teacher will scare him, and if he is really being manipulated, this is the Heideler School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Everywhere is under the control of the Lost Lock.
As long as there is a spell fluctuation or other movement.
The Lost Lock will immediately have a sense, and when the time comes, the high-level mage guarding the center of the Lost Lock will definitely have time to stop it. ” After years of development.
The necromantic medical field has developed a complete classification of diseases, and has named many common diseases that were previously shrouded in strange colors.
He turned his head to look at Donnie, his silver-purple eyes were a little nervous, but also a little excited, curious and eager to try: "Don't you want to go through an adventure without any danger, don't you want to deal with this matter with your own ability, maybe the last place Sammy went to hides a rich treasure, hiding enough power to dominate a country" The magnetic voice continued to echo in Donnie's heart, although the words were not concise enough, but it seemed to contain some kind of irresistible and irrefutable power, which successfully stimulated Downey's heart, making him subconsciously nod his head and move forward with Carl.
Summoned by something Is it the same as me Donnie thought to himself, as if he was dominated by Carl, and walked out of the "Tower of Life" together.
Although there is no difference between day and night in the necromantic world, it is always monotonous black, white and gray, but in the mystery of the Heideler School of Magic, there are different changes of light and dark, which is convenient for apprentices who have not yet become official mages to fall asleep smoothly, so after walking out of the "Tower of Life", Donnie only feels that the surroundings are quiet and dark, and the bottom of the huge magic tower is everywhere, and if you look up at the sky, you will see a spider's web-like sky bridge and a dead "sky", no silver moon, and no stars.
The night seemed to be unusually cold in the academy, and the breeze blew, and Donnie couldn't help but shiver, and looked around, but there was not a single shadow of a living thing.
"Don't lose it."
Karl reminded him.
Donnie nodded nervously and nervously, clearly hearing a hint of excitement in Carl's voice.
In such silence, coldness and darkness, the three of them bypassed the magic towers and approached the main entrance of the academy one after another.
The entire Heidler College is like a city composed of magic towers, surrounded by tall, strong, and long city walls, and the so-called gate is a gray-white light curtain dozens of meters high and more than ten meters wide, with strange magic patterns flowing on it, filled with a strong atmosphere of death.
Seeing Sammy, with his eyes closed and his facial muscles twisted, stopped in front of the main entrance, Donnie said in a telepathic call, half relieved and half confused: "Could it be that Sammy wants to go outside the academy?"
"Probably, maybe, maybe, we're going to find something interesting anyway, I'll tell you, once, I dragged my brother to an ancient tomb in the middle of the night," Karl's voice grew more and more uplifted, but his rambling words didn't distract him, and he still stared intently at Sammy.
Donnie said strangely: "Sammy can't get out, the main entrance is closed, if there will be something interesting, let's find a way to wake him up or wait for him to go back to the dormitory" As soon as the words fell, his eyes bulged out, and Sami stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it on the light curtain of the main entrance, and then, with his palm as the center, there were waves in circles and circles, swallowing him whole.
"Out, out, out," Donnie stammered, the defensive effect of the Lost Lock was the high-ranking mentor guarding the center "Keep up, or you won't be able to get through," Karl ignored him, grabbed his right hand, and rushed towards the slowly shrinking vortex like a magical steam train.
Donnie felt a huge force coming, and he couldn't help but "fly" towards the main entrance, just like being thrown away by a bull when he was a child.
He had more strength than I could have imagined The cold, soaked sensation came, and all the colors in front of Donnie's eyes faded.
Only black, white, and foggy gray depict everything.
His pupils reflected the graves, all of which were diagonally inserted with black tombstones in front of the tombs.
Come on Come on Come on Donnie's heart pounded suddenly, and he once again felt called in his previous nightmares, and his footsteps moved uncontrollably, following Sammy in front of him towards the center of the "Eternal Graveyard".
Danger is at the heart of the "Ritual of Returning Life", and it must be dangerous We have already left the main gate and entered the necromantic realm, and if something happens, the mentors will not have time to rescue them No, you can't keep along Donnie's instinct for survival made him make a quick decision.
Shouted loudly.
Trying to get the attention of the Academy.
However, his call did not provoke even a single sound, and the silence around him remained deadly still.
This is the Necromantic Realm, the Necromantic Realm that cannot make a sound below the legendary He wanted to cast a spell.
Make a big move.
But under that call.
He couldn't concentrate at all, and could only listen in horror as his heartbeat grew faster and faster, watching his footsteps move forward more and more uncontrollably.
I feel the inner strength getting stronger and stronger.
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"Carl, it's dangerous ahead, find a mentor quickly."
He tries to remind Carl through psychic communication.
Carl stared intently ahead, and smiled nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of, the Eternal Graveyard is part of the Lock" Downey recounted his dream over and over again, but Carl remained unnervous and continued to follow Sammy.
It wasn't until the "familiar" giant tomb appeared in Downey's eyes that he desperately gave up the persuasion and obeyed the call and the heart, and moved forward with Carl.
Sammy in front of him entered the half-hidden tomb without pause, while Karl paused slightly and followed as well.
The tomb door, the corridor, and the floor tiles were exactly the same as those in Donnie's "memory", but just around the corner, he was startled to see a team of mummies wrapped in "gray" strips of cloth coming towards him There were no guards in the nightmare before Donnie's heart was so fierce that it was almost beating out of his chest, and a sense of despair arose, you know, the worst mummy also has the level of a formal knight, and the mummy in front of him has a terrifying atmosphere, and the "strip of cloth" is soaked in grease, which is obviously not an ordinary mummy.
He subconsciously stepped back, and suddenly felt Carl's presence, only to see that his silver-purple eyes became sharp, and his expression was extremely solemn.
Yes, he has dragon-like strength and powerful trinkets, which should be able to stop the mummy But the group of mummies ignored them, and walked directly past them, without making the slightest movement.
"How could this be" Donnie muttered to himself in confusion, the danger just now made him concentrate, prepared the spell, and almost launched an attack on the mummy first, who knows, but the mummy didn't seem to see the two of them "It's weird."
Carl was rare for his succinctness.
"Yes, it's strange when did you have a talent for being overlooked," the duck-like voice suddenly sounded.
"Who" Donnie was startled again, when was there still a person behind him The fat man said helplessly: "I'm here with you" Donnie took out the notebook he was carrying, flipped through the records on it, and whenever he met a fat man who was familiar with him, he regarded him as his roommate Jones, and said with a wry smile: "Next time, don't follow like this without moving." ” "I didn't," the fat man was very aggrieved.
"Let's go."
The nervousness in Karl's voice was more pronounced, but so was the excitement.
Along the way, they continued to walk, and along the way, they encountered floating ghosts, dragon lichs with pale flames dancing in their eyes, and strange undead creatures made of countless pieces of flesh, but they all turned a blind eye to Donnie and the others, as if they were in different worlds Ahead was the main burial chamber, Donnie wondered, after entering, could there really be that terrifying undead creature, an undead creature composed of countless intelligent beings, it would also not be able to see itself and others At this stage, he can no longer control his "sense of being called", and Carl and Jones seem to be overwhelmed by curiosity.
Pushing open the door to the main burial chamber, Donnie's pupils suddenly contracted, as Sammy was standing in front of the huge black coffin, facing himself and the others, his eyes closed and a strange smile on his lips.
"Sammy" Downey blurted out, but his voice couldn't be heard.
Suddenly, the lid of the coffin behind Sammy was flipped, black gas rose, and the terrifying undead creature of the nightmare reappeared in Donnie's eyes.
Taller than giants, more mysterious than stitched corpses, purer than the necromantic realm, the undead creature's eyes suddenly opened, dark red flames jumped out, and a rich death descended on the world.
Donnie was cold and paralyzed, intuitively sensing that Carl and Jones were doing the same, while Sammy seemed unaffected and threw himself into the coffin.
The burial chamber shook violently, and a pitch-black abyss with no bottom visible appeared under the coffin, as if something indescribable was hidden inside, something difficult to touch.
The pitch black swelled constantly, while the coffin and undead above held it firmly.
What's there Donnie's consciousness blurred. yes Donnie rolled over and sat up, gasping for air, looking around in horror, okay, still in the bedroom, fortunately it was just a dream But his breathing suddenly stopped, because he found that Sammy, Carl, and Jones were all the same as himself, short of breath, and his head was covered with cold sweat to be renewed, and the novel was better and faster: