The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Chapter 205: The Prison Visitor's Proposal

Inside the prison, in old Winston’s cell, bright green flames were floating.

When old Winston saw this thing for the first time, he thought it was a demonic fire.

A spell that covers an area and can effectively break invisibility. It is an extremely cost-effective first-level spell.

However, after looking around, he realized that he did not see the caster, and that the bright green flame did not cover an area of ​​20 to 30 feet, but was floating quietly in a range of about three or four feet. Only then did he begin to straighten his expression.

Among the undead creatures, there is a kind of monster called will-o'-the-wisp, which is a fragile ball of light with malicious intent, often appearing on battlefields and desolate places. They are imprisoned by dark fate or black magic, and survive by absorbing fear and despair.

If it was placed in the previous royal capital prison, old Winston felt that there was still a slight possibility of the birth of will-o'-the-wisp.

But now, with Abes and his men taking over the capital, even the cells have been completely renovated.

Like the situation in the past, it was dark and damp, filled with a disgusting smell;

Or the days when rice fields were shared, corpses, living people and the infected lived together indiscriminately, are gone forever.

The solitary cell where old Winston is now definitely does not look like a place that can breed undead creatures.

Of course, the situation was similar in the cells of the rest of the people.

At first, old Winston thought that this was a special case for him, but after being taken out for interrogation and identification several times, he saw that the same was true in other cells and floors, and then he realized that there really were people who kept the cells clean.

While many spirits have been imprisoned here, the will-o'-the-wisp are evil souls that wandered the abandoned lands filled with powerful magic and died in extreme pain and misery.

They thrive in soft swamps and bone-strewn battlefields, especially those places where the sorrow is heavier than the mists that hang low in the sky.

Location is extremely important to this evil spirit.

A prison cell that has been renovated to the point where it is almost unrecognizable as a prison cell will no longer allow ghost lights to exist in this world. Even if divine power is not used to eliminate them, keeping it clean and tidy can actually prevent most undead creatures from reproducing on their own.

And when the thing in front of you is neither a ghost fire nor a demon fire, no matter how unbelievable the remaining option is, it can only be the correct option.

“…Who on earth is it that has come to laugh at me, an old man?” Old Winston looked around the room, and the drifting flames, after hearing his words, also floated over.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be scared and curled up in a corner, trembling.

After all, whether it is demon fire or ghost fire, it is still something within the scope of knowledge.

And if the situation is unknown, then what happens is unpredictable.

In this situation, what can a great wizard who has lost his power, an old man whose magic circuits have been sealed so that he is no different from an ordinary person, do?

But old Winston was not frightened, and wiped his nose with the palm of his fingerless hand.

"I don't know who you are, but scaring me obviously won't make what you want come to you on its own - if you have something to ask for, ask nicely, and if you have something to say, just say it straight to the point."

And then, from within the bright green flames, came the sound of talking, something like a weak or distant whisper.

[No request, nothing to say, just something for you to see.]

And then, some images appeared from the film formed by the bright green flame in a projection-like manner.

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As I have said before, information transmission can, to some extent, reflect the level of civilization.

But on Abes' side, even Hyo Nagi, who had the most precise control over magic, could only use a little bit of magic aura during conversations.

As for the specific sounds or images, so far Abes had only seen Matthew's diagnostic spell.

But that was a spell, a curse, something that Matthew had struggled to maintain as a doctor.

Rather than a kind of information that can be easily driven during a conversation without any effort, such as voice tone or word order, which can be simply conveyed.

But at this moment, the scene in front of old Winston was completely different.

It was a continuously playing image, and the sound was clearly audible.

However, it is definitely not the recording and playback of the magic stone, or some advanced illusion spell.

Because first of all, although the magic circuit was banned by the Sealing Technique, old Winston is now in an extremely embarrassing and powerless stage.

However, the immunity threshold of the senses that has been improved through long-term training still exists.

In other words, even if it is really a spell, there are very few situations where the old Winston can't distinguish it.

not to mention……

"I am also a teacher who has compiled quite a few textbooks. I am a teacher to everyone in the Mage Tower. I still remember these points of knowledge very clearly."

"The range of an illusion spell cannot exceed five feet in the hands of a regular spellcaster... a chair, muddy footprints, a small box, etc., is the limit."

"And if you choose the image, you cannot choose the sound. The image will not have sound, light, smell or any other sensory effect."

"You have both the image and the sound, but I don't feel any spellcasting fluctuations or signals of activating magic items..."

"This method of yours is very special. Even I can't understand what you did."

"In the defense method of the phantom spell that I taught before, there are at least seventeen solutions mentioned, but unfortunately, my circuit is blocked now, and I can only use the few methods that ordinary people can choose."

Old Winston paused his explanation, but anyone who had attended the training course at the Mage Tower, or anyone who was a transcendent with a slightly higher level of power, would realize that the solution was to touch.

Since phantom images are generally penetrable by any object, any physical interaction with them will reveal their true nature as illusory.

Old Winston paced a few steps in the empty cell, trying to reach out and touch the bright green flame screen.

But in the end, I didn't get to touch it.

Because he felt the temperature of the flame transmitted from his fingertips.

So in the end, he just turned around and brought the chair over, and sat down in front of the projection screen of bright green flames very solemnly and quietly.

"Since you insist on letting me see it, I'll take a look."

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"I don't care who you are, you are looking for death!"

The more the images played, the more difficult it became for old Winston to control his emotions.

And in the end, this old man who could control himself to sit down and face the unknown, actually started to curse without any manners.

There was no other reason, it was just that the content on the screen made him realize that his plan had become a joke.

What is the picture in the video?

First up is the footage of the Iron Bird’s test flight, with Matthew piloting the bird, perfectly demonstrating a variety of graceful and floating maneuvers.

The nimble maneuver made old Winston open his eyes wide the moment he saw it.

"A specially processed flying puppet? No, it's more crude and simple, but very practical..."

“It’s actually a flying vehicle?”

For a great wizard like him, flying was not something that could surprise him.

However, the art of flying, or puppets, magic props, and flying vehicles are completely different concepts.

Horse-drawn carriages and EMUs are also different concepts.

A flying vehicle is repeatedly tested for its agility and the way it maneuvers.

This was clearly intended to deal with the giant cannon at the base of the mage tower that was at the end of the countdown that he had set up.

"Damn, I was careless..."

At that time, he was full of self-satisfaction, and thought that even if he was captured, it would not affect his plan, which had already been anchored. He definitely had a trump card that could revive the situation in the royal capital, so he took the initiative to release this information during Abes' interrogation.

The original hope was to put pressure on them, causing them to have problems, make decision-making errors, and even have internal conflicts.

But the result was contrary to their expectations. After getting their own layout, they actually came up with a solution in such a short period of time?

"No...it's impossible!" The more old Winston watched those "Falling Leaves" and "Cobra Maneuvers", the more cold sweat broke out in his sweat.

This was indeed beyond his imagination.

Since he was related to the possibility of Abes ruling and taking over the Mage Tower, old Winston was often brought out for interrogation. As time went by, old Winston also learned some about the situation in the royal capital.

They are building a new urban area... Hehehe, those rioters, refugees and guys who are redundant due to the current situation and policies will keep you busy for a long time.

They were holding talks with the Slime City... Well, who was the Lord of the Slime City? I think his name was Bard. That guy was also a great noble, so he wouldn't lower his status to hold talks with a bunch of common people who had the chance to capture the royal capital. No need to bother with him.

They are attacking Crow Castle... Wow, they are so brave. General Paddy now says that his military strength is second in the small kingdom, and no one dares to say that he is the first. Could it be that he can allow all his officers to be captured and his hard-trained soldiers to be crippled by deus ex machina?

It's impossible. The peasant army in the royal capital is expanding in such a hurry that they will definitely die in the end.

How could he possibly want to advance technology and create a highly maneuverable flying vehicle when he had so many troubles on his mind?

There couldn't possibly be some genius among that group of farmers and country girls, or that the leader of this group of troops was a heroic figure (old Winston still hadn't remembered, or had never cared about, Abes's name).

But what is the reality?

Abesi built a new urban area, and because of the large-scale output of steel and automatic assembly lines, it used steel plate mobile houses to meet basic needs and quickly stabilized this population.

Abes demonstrated his strength, means, and ideals, making the Slime City surrender willingly.

With the newly developed magic cannon, the assistance of the Minqin warriors, and the help of Philip to reach the extraordinary level, Abes successfully captured the Raven Castle.

And General Paddy's army was just like the worst case scenario he casually complained about. General Paddy disappeared by chance, all the officers were captured, and the proud soldiers were foolishly and unknowingly betrayed by General Paddy to the Supreme God and the One-eyed God.

In the end, the One-Eyed God's battle royale completely deprived this group of people of the possibility of continuing to survive in this world.

And there is indeed a rune genius among the village girls, Kronos.

The leader, Abeth Grande, is also a real hero, one of the oldest heroes from thousands of years ago.

If they could communicate with each other, Abes would definitely give old Winston the title of a great prophet.

Back to the topic, just as the sweat from seeing the flying vehicle had gradually evaporated, some strategies reappeared in old Winston's mind.

There is still hope.

They just created a highly maneuverable flying vehicle that could indeed deliver troops to the floating island of the Mage Tower that he had anchored at a certain height;

It can indeed avoid the aiming of the defensive magic circle and the pedestal cannon.

But that’s where his limit was. The command of the floating island was locked and could only be released by his own unique magic signal.

In other words, even if they attacked the floating island, if they wanted to end it all, they had to take him with them and lift the seal on him.

And this means that he still has a chance... he still has time and opportunity to do what he wants to do!

"I was held back by Bing Nagi at that time. If she had really taken me to the Mage Tower and lifted the seal, I would have seized the opportunity to control their leader... then everything would still be salvageable!"

【Please read it before you say anything】

But immediately, the projection of bright green flames shattered old Winston's last bit of self-confidence.

That was a scene in the experimental field where Kronos was testing the magic bomb.

Although the shape is similar, it looks like those grenades... the thunder wave in his hand is the same weapon, with only slight changes to the outer shell paint.

But the effect is completely different.

First of all, although it is called a bomb, there is no explosion or flame, and there is not even much sound.

But Old Winston saw that in the target area, there were magic props, ritual spells arranged in advance, some magic-driven equipment, and a Min-Qing tribe -

Zizi! Boom!

They all...stopped in unison.

Including the Minqin tribe, it was directly transformed into a bundle of "jelly noodles" that swayed and extended like waves.

In about five seconds, maybe only three, everything returned to normal.

The silver-haired girl in the picture is talking excitedly with the peasant army leader who often interrogates her.

But old Winston no longer had the heart to read on.

A new weapon... a silent weapon, but more extreme and fierce, more dangerous and challenging than any weapon with sound.

And old Winston finally realized what the bright green flame in front of him represented was going to do.

"The highly maneuverable flying vehicle made my cannon miss the target... The ability to interfere with magic equipment, magic items, and even high-magic creatures, or even the new weapons of the mages themselves, made my lock useless. They could use this thing to temporarily invalidate the lock, and then let other mages who know how to control the Mage Tower come up and replace my magic signal."

"You are simply telling me that my plans have all failed, that my plans are doomed to fail..."

"Strange visitor to the prison, please tell me your name, or say anything you can use to communicate."

"I really want to know how you knew my plan. That leader doesn't seem to be a big mouth, so he wouldn't let everyone know the news and cause panic. Also, how did you get these images? Why did you choose to tell me? What do you want me to do? Tell me everything."

It took old Winston less than ten minutes to go from being indifferent at the beginning to being so nagging that he was almost overwhelmed.

The bright green flames before his eyes finally formed a roughly humanoid creature.

Then, that tone that still seemed very distant or weak came floating over.

Please allow me to explain my proposal.