Ethereal and weird laughter kept coming from the mist, as if a frivolous woman was teasing the lost people who were scrambling in the mist. The phantom that was split in half by Gawain's sword indeed disappeared. But in the next moment, it completed its reorganization in another place in the mist.
This fog of resentful spirits... is actually conscious!
After realizing this, Hetty felt a slight cold sweat break out on her forehead.
The mist first made an illusion of unconsciousness, so that everyone thought the situation was not so critical, and tried to seek opportunities to break out. However, as time passed in the process, everyone's physical strength was reduced. They will all be continuously weakened by the fog. By the time Gawain and his party really start to break out, everyone's condition must have been damaged to varying degrees - at that time, if the resentful spirits in the fog suddenly take action, the consequences will be unimaginable.
But perhaps it is the inherent flaw in the sanity of undead creatures, and the chuckle coming from the mist destroys its (or their) own trap.
But even so, the situation is still bad.
It is difficult for ordinary soldiers to function in the face of such a strange enemy. They can only rely on the tough will they have honed in daily life to resist the malice and fear that constantly seep out of the fog, and they have no combat effectiveness. Betty was immediately escorted to the center of the team. The stainless steel sword in Knight Byron's hand was surging with scorching heat. He used this sword to continuously dispel the ubiquitous cold air and cut off countless phantom arms extending from the mist. Under his protection, , Hetty and Rebecca can have a relatively stable spellcasting environment.
Hetty recited incantations and continued to use a variety of low-level auxiliary spells to weaken the power of the surrounding fog, but Rebecca's attack was much simpler and cruder - she waved her staff and released There is only one magic from beginning to end - fireball.
Fireballs of various sizes flew from the head of Rebecca's staff into the mist, triggering a series of explosions, but the effect was really not good: flames do have a certain restraining effect on undead creatures. But the Wraith Mist is a very special thing. It is thin and wide, and there is no entity that can withstand explosion damage. If a fireball explodes in the mist, most of its lethality will be lost.
“Don’t use fireball!” Gawain noticed Rebecca’s fighting style and quickly reminded loudly, “Use a wide-range spell—it doesn’t have to be powerful, the range must be large! Otherwise these fogs will All attacks will be dispersed!"
Rebecca yelled: "But I can only use fireball!"
Gawain was shocked: "What!"< /p>
"Rebecca only knows the fireball technique!" Hetty's voice was almost exasperated, "After five years of learning, I know how to do this!"
Rebecca blushed. Face, annoyed by her dullness in magic qualifications, she gathered the powerful magic power together and almost tried her best to constrain it into a spell model. Then she waved her staff and a faceThe big... fireball technique flew towards the place where the fog was densest.
There is no such thing as an epiphany on the battlefield, an emergency breakthrough, a shocking counterattack, etc.
This fireball technique that far exceeded the standard triggered an explosion that far exceeded the standard. Even the fog in front of everyone became thinner. However, almost in the next moment, the gap in the fog was filled again. To make matters worse, Gawain suddenly heard a roar full of fear and anger coming from behind.
The eyes of a family soldier were blood-red. The negative power transmitted by the mist of resentful spirits finally completely defeated the soldier's soul, and the damage to his soul was immediately reflected in his body: his skin was like air-dried The parchment quickly became shriveled and pale, and his whole body went crazy with howls. He raised his sword high and began to chop wildly, as if there were enemies of life and death on all sides.
The other two nearby soldiers reacted immediately. After escaping the opponent's random attacks, they swarmed up and held down the poor guy who had gone crazy.
The soldier who was held down struggled wildly, and the flesh and blood all over his body squirmed and twisted violently as if it was about to leave his body. His eyes widened with anger, and finally he roared hoarsely: "Kill me! Kill me. Me!"
However, in the eyes of the other two soldiers, the blood was gradually gathering like clouds, and they showed no response to their comrades' requests.
They are also about to lose their minds.
When Gawain saw this, he immediately thrust the Pioneer Sword into the ground and mobilized the original power of the body according to the method recorded in his mind: "Mind shock!"
This is one of the few abilities of the knight that can act on the soul. The strong willpower will sweep across the battlefield, causing strong psychological oppression on all hostile targets, and can also have a strong inspiring effect on one's own personnel.
Due to the effect of mental shock, the two soldiers quickly got rid of the state of fear, but the poor guy who was pressed to the ground by them had his soul completely destroyed by the wraith mist. After a few struggles, he was completely No more movement.
Gawain's eyes quickly swept across the battlefield. He saw that the surrounding fog not only showed no signs of weakening, but became increasingly dense under the attacks of Hetty and Rebecca. The soldier was in a position where Betty had disappeared without knowing when.
"Where is Betty?!" Gawain's heart tightened and he shouted loudly, "Betty!"
Amber jumped out from the nearby shadows: "I just said I saw the little girl running into the fog - she looked like she was sleepwalking!"
"Oops...she has lost her mind," Gawain was shocked. "This is the fog of evil spirits! How could the situation be so strange?”
Hu Hu’s face was full of horror: “I don’t know why, the situation is already terrible!”
“The fog of resentment has not dissipated at all. It stands to reason that after being attacked for so long, no matter how powerful the fog is, it should be somewhat weakened.," Gawain quickly said the judgment he made based on the knowledge in his mind. Although those memories were not his, he found that as long as he took the initiative to mobilize them, they would be as useful as his original knowledge and experience. "And we have also judged before that the magic focus here will not be very strong. How could such an ordinary magic focus give birth to this kind of resentful mist that can even produce spiritual intelligence? "
Amber is very smart and can tell the truth at once: "You mean this fog is not natural? Is there some artificial energy source or something that maintains it? ”
“It may not be an artificial energy source, but there must be something maintaining it——” Gawain frowned and stared at the fog, as if he wanted to penetrate the fog with his sight and see its essence clearly. Generally, "And the thing that maintains it should be nearby, but our perception is blinded and we can't see it at all! "
"But Ms. Hetty has used detection to distort..." Amber said in confusion, and then suddenly opened her eyes, "...isn't it on 'this level'? ! ”
Before he finished speaking, Gawain watched as the half-elf lady suddenly jumped back and disappeared into thin air.
No, she didn’t. Disappeared.
Gawain noticed an abnormal shadow floating on the ground nearby. It was a vague human silhouette, which could be vaguely recognized as the outline of amber. This one only had a shadow and no body. The outline jumped and transferred between various nearby planes as if teleporting, sometimes appearing on the ground, sometimes appearing on nearby tree trunks, and finally completely lost its trace after jumping several times.
It is not a real shadow, but a "reflection" that Amber walks on the edge of the material world in a shadow state and projects it in the material world.
Such a simple, crude and powerful "shadow walking" makes it possible. Gawain's eyes were opened.
What is the origin of this half-elf thief?
Before Gawain could have any more questions, Amber's figure suddenly appeared in the air again. He rushed towards this side, and just as he was about to ask about the situation, the other party grabbed his arm, and then she pulled him hard.
Gaowen staggered, and then felt that he had passed through a layer. A cold, illusory barrier. When his sight focused again, the surrounding environment had changed.
Everything had lost its color, and only black and white remained between the sky and the earth, and a thin layer of fog. The mist that enveloped the world was cold, but it did not have the power to take away life like the fog of resentful spirits.
Gawain looked around and found that the dense forest had disappeared, but there was a person on the ground around him. There were dry tree stumps one after another, and the positions of those stumps exactly matched the positions of the trees in the forest.
Everyone, including Hetty, was standing not far from him, but they seemed to be there. She stood stiffly in place as if she was under a petrification spell, motionless.
Rebecca's position was closest to Gawain, and she kept her posture tight.Holding the staff, her face was full of nervousness, but her eyes were lifeless. She had turned into a gray-white "statue" and just stared blankly in front of her. The texture of her skin was like some kind of rough ceramic product.
Threads of black mist were rising from the ground nearby, penetrating into their bodies and creating tiny cracks on their porcelain-like bodies.
This weird and terrifying sight made Gawain subconsciously look at his hands. After confirming that the hands were still human limbs, he relaxed slightly. Then he gripped the pioneer sword and walked quickly. Rebecca's direction, preparing to cut off the obviously harmful black mist.
But as soon as he took half a step, Amber suddenly appeared beside him. The half-elf lady held his arm tightly: "Don't come close. Outside force can't help them. If you are not careful, it will make them worse." The situation is even worse."
Gawain looked at Amber in shock - she actually had another appearance in this black and white world.
Her hair has grown longer, and is floating behind her as if without gravity, while her light brown eyes are filled with a faint golden light at this moment, and a black smoke like a flame is surrounding her. They gather under their feet and repeat the process of condensation and dissipation.
There is nothing corresponding in Gawain Cecil's memory to explain the scene before him.
"Don't ask me too many things. It will be embarrassing if you don't tell me if you ask me - especially if I just dug your grave, it will make me feel guilty," Amber He said quickly, "We have limited time. This is the first time for me to enter such a 'deep' place. If I take you with me, God knows how long it will last."
"What is this place?" Gawain asked The issue that concerns me most comes up.
"The Shadow Realm," Amber said lightly, and pouted at the place where Hetty and others were, "Look."
There was Betty and the soldiers. He stayed at the same position as before, but one of the soldiers had fallen to the ground at this moment and turned into countless pale fragments - really like broken porcelain, while the others, like Rebecca, still maintained their original appearance. The movements and demeanor when in contact with the Wraith Mist.
It’s just that under the feet of the little maid Betty, there is a row of small, shimmering footprints extending forward...