I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

They fought and retreated, making their way toward a single direction to break through the encirclement.

At that moment, Prolo Hawthorne was grazed by one of the shadow creatures' tentacles across his arm. He grunted in pain. "Professor, I've been hit! The attack from these shadow creatures has a corrosive effect!"

Dean Bruce's heart tightened with urgency. He pulled a bottle of healing potion from his pouch and tossed it to Prolo Hawthorne. "Drink this quickly, hang in there!"

After narrowly breaking through the encirclement of the shadow creatures, they continued their journey.

Not long after, they encountered a fast-flowing river ahead. The water was an eerie black, emanating a chilling cold.

"How are we supposed to cross this?" Prolo Hawthorne asked, staring at the river with a troubled expression.

Dean Bruce scanned the surroundings and noticed several fallen trees along the riverbank.

"We can use those trees to create a bridge across the river."

The two of them struggled to push the trees into the water, and just as they were about to step onto the tree trunks to cross, countless black arms suddenly shot out of the water, grasping tightly onto the trunks.

"What in the world is this?" Dean Bruce growled, swinging the artifact and cutting through the arms.

Just as one batch of arms was severed, more emerged from the water. Prolo Hawthorne gritted his teeth. "Professor, let me try using fire magic to burn these arms!"

He unleashed a powerful fire spell, and flames roared across the surface of the river. The black arms writhed and twisted in the fire, emitting a foul, acrid stench. Seizing the opportunity, they hurriedly crossed the river, stepping quickly on the tree trunks.

Once they reached the other side, they continued to race toward Krupp's location. The sky was growing darker, and the surrounding environment became even more ominous.

Suddenly, Prolo Hawthorne tripped and fell to the ground. Looking down, he saw that a black vine had wrapped around his foot. Before he could react, more vines began emerging from the ground around them, quickly coiling toward them.

"Professor, these vines aren't normal!" Prolo Hawthorne shouted, struggling to free himself.

Dean Bruce swung the artifact again, cutting through the nearest vines, but the vines multiplied rapidly, as if there was no end to them.

Just as they were on the brink of being ensnared, Dean Bruce noticed a large rock not far off. He shouted, "Prolo, over there! To the rock! The source of these vines might be underground. Let's get to the rock and take cover!"

They fought their way toward the rock, struggling to climb up. Once they reached the top, they paused to catch their breath.

Prolo Hawthorne panted heavily, "Professor, the dangers just keep coming. I wonder how Krupp and the others are holding up."

Dean Bruce gazed into the distance, his eyes resolute. "No matter what, we need to keep moving forward. I just hope Krupp can hold out until we get there."

After a short rest, they continued their journey, cautiously avoiding the dangers around them. They ran toward their destination, their footsteps kicking up dust from the ground beneath them.

Soon, they arrived at a swamp shrouded in mist. The air was thick with the stench of rot, which made their stomachs turn.

"Professor, this swamp looks extremely dangerous. How are we supposed to get across?" Prolo Hawthorne asked, covering his nose.

Dean Bruce carefully studied the swamp and noticed that some stones were sticking out of the water in what seemed like a deliberate pattern. "Look at those stones. They might form a path across. Let's carefully step on them."

Prolo Hawthorne nodded and followed Dean Bruce as he stepped onto the first stone. But as they had just taken a few steps, the stones suddenly began to wobble, and a surge of black sludge rose up from the swamp, spraying toward them.

"Not good, this is a trap!" Dean Bruce shouted.

They quickly jumped to the nearby stones, but the sludge kept coming, more forcefully than before. Dean Bruce evaded the attacks while shouting, "Prolo, use wind magic to blow the sludge away!"

Prolo Hawthorne cast a wind spell, summoning a powerful gust of wind that scattered some of the sludge. But the black mud quickly reformed and surged again.

"This isn't working, we need to move faster!" Dean Bruce said, increasing his pace and jumping from stone to stone.

Prolo Hawthorne followed closely behind, but suddenly, he missed his footing and slipped, sliding straight toward the swamp. "Professor, help me!"

Dean Bruce acted quickly, reaching out to grab Prolo Hawthorne's arm. With a strong pull, he yanked him back onto the stone. "Be more careful, don't let your guard down!" Enjoy new adventures at m-v l|e'm,p|yr

After a tense and precarious scramble, they finally made it across the swamp.

Just as they let out a relieved sigh, a deep growl echoed from ahead. Before them appeared a pack of massive demonic wolves, their eyes glowing a menacing red, and drool dripping from their mouths.

"More trouble." Dean Bruce tightened his grip on the artifact.

The wolves lunged at them all at once, and Dean Bruce swung the artifact, engaging in combat with the pack. He blocked their attacks while shouting to Prolo Hawthorne, "Prolo, attack their sides, don't face them head-on!"

Prolo Hawthorne circled to the side of the wolves and cast a spell, but the wolves' tough hides and thick fur barely flinched. The magic only caused them to pause for a moment.

"These wolves are tough," Prolo Hawthorne said anxiously.

Suddenly, Dean Bruce had an idea. He shouted to Prolo Hawthorne, "Prolo, let's concentrate our magic and attack their eyes, that's their weak spot!"

The two of them combined their magic into a concentrated beam of light, directing it straight at the wolves' eyes. The wolves howled in pain, retreating as the light struck them.

"Now's our chance, let's charge through!" Dean Bruce yelled.

Seizing the opportunity while the wolves were disoriented, they dashed through the pack, breaking free from their grasp.

After running for a while, they arrived at the entrance of an ancient castle. The castle exuded an aura of mystery, and Krupp's signal showed that he was somewhere inside.

"Krupp should be in there, but there's definitely a lot of danger in that castle," Dean Bruce said.

No sooner had he spoken than his communication crystal lit up again.

It was Krupp's voice, urgent and strained: "Dean, hurry up! My men are almost all dead. I can barely hold on any longer!"

"Krupp, we're right outside the castle. We'll be there soon, hang in there!" Dean Bruce responded, then motioned for Prolo Hawthorne to follow as they charged into the castle.

Before long, they had located Krupp, as indicated by his signal.

When they found him, Krupp looked incredibly weak, his face pale and his movements sluggish.

Dean Bruce rushed to him. "Krupp, what happened to you?"

Krupp gasped for breath. "You guys finally showed up. The castle is full of traps and mechanisms, and those dark force people... they're too strong."

Prolo Hawthorne scanned the area, his eyes narrowed. "Professor, this place feels eerie. Do you think there are still traps waiting for us?"

Dean Bruce remained alert, eyeing the surroundings. "It's very likely. Let's find somewhere safe first."

They helped Krupp move, but as they were about to leave, they suddenly heard a loud creak.

"What's that sound?" Krupp asked nervously.

The walls around them suddenly shot out dozens of sharp spikes, heading straight for them.

"Watch out!" Dean Bruce shouted, swinging his artifact to block the incoming spikes.

Prolo Hawthorne quickly cast a protective spell, forming a barrier around them. "Professor, this isn't going to work. We need to find the source of these mechanisms."

Dean Bruce blocked the spikes while surveying the walls. "These spikes are definitely controlled by a mechanism. Everyone, look around and see if there's anything suspicious."

Krupp pointed to a corner. "Over there! I think I saw something glinting just now."

They made their way to the corner and found a small box, covered in intricate runes.

"This box seems suspicious," Dean Bruce said, studying it carefully.

Prolo Hawthorne leaned in closer. "Professor, let me try and open it."

Dean Bruce quickly stopped him. "Don't touch it yet. We have no idea what will happen if we open it."

"But this looks like just an ordinary box," Prolo Hawthorne pouted. "Professor, are you being too cautious?"

Krupp chimed in, agreeing with Prolo. "Dean, Prolo's right. Aren't you being a bit too careful?"

"I'm not being overly cautious, I'm just being cautious for a reason," Dean Bruce replied. "It's never wrong to stay alert."

He then shifted his gaze to the back of the box.

There, he saw some writing.

The writing was familiar to him—it was something he had seen before.

It read: "Clear wind and bright moon, broken bridge and lingering snow, clear rain falls, Austin's moon."

Dean Bruce was momentarily speechless.

The words were strung together, but they made no sense.

How could this possibly be a coherent sentence?

But then, Dean Bruce quickly realized that this was likely a riddle.

He turned to Prolo Hawthorne and Krupp. "Let's work together on this riddle," he said. "Maybe it's a clue to opening the box." And so, the three of them began discussing the riddle, trying to figure out its meaning.

Prolo Hawthorne scratched his head. "Professor, 'Clear wind and bright moon' feels like it's describing a tranquil scene, but how does that relate to opening the box?"

Dean Bruce thought for a moment before responding. "Let's not jump to conclusions just yet. Let's keep looking at the rest. 'Broken bridge and lingering snow'—could that be hinting at a specific location?"

Krupp's eyes lit up. "I've heard tales of a broken bridge in the far north. Every winter, the scenery is exactly like what 'broken bridge and lingering snow' describes. Could it be referring to that?"

Dean Bruce shook his head. "Not quite. It's probably not that simple. This could be a metaphor, something linked to the castle or the mechanisms."

Prolo Hawthorne suddenly called out, "Professor, what about 'Clear rain falls'? Could that refer to a specific time or maybe a rain-related magical mechanism?"

Dean Bruce pondered. "It's possible, but it could also be a red herring. Let's look at the last part—'Austin's moon.' Is Austin a place name? Or does it have some other special meaning?"

Krupp furrowed his brow. "I've never heard of a place called Austin nearby. Could it be the name of an ancient family or a famous magician?"

As they were deep in discussion, the spiked walls around them continued to launch attacks.

Dean Bruce swung his artifact to block the spikes and said, "Everyone, don't focus on the spikes for now. Let's concentrate on solving this riddle. I have a feeling it's the key to getting rid of these attacks."