"Mr. McLean, the head of the house has already given instructions to the old butler. Although there are still several teams exploring the foggy area, they are only limited to the outer areas..."
At present, Maca has settled in the largest Blois family camp around Kent, and the person in charge of this camp is telling him some details of the scene.
After all, even though Willy's father and old housekeeper would share the information sent back with him, the actual situation at the scene was still far from the reported information.
"Well, I already understand the general situation," Maka stood at the door of a tent in the camp, looking at the capable witch in front of her and nodded, "Anyway, let's go first and collect all the teams that are still exploring. Withdraw! Then...notify all camp leaders to be prepared to withdraw or even evacuate at any time for at least the next ten hours until I come back."
Just as he said this, Maka seemed to consider some possibilities, and paused before continuing:
"By the way, when I go in later, there may be some 'bigger' movements inside. Remember, don't even think about sending someone to check!"
"Oh, of course!" The witch of the Blois family heard this and nodded immediately, "We also knew about the previous battle between Mr. McClain and the ancient wizard Helbo - that was obviously not something we could easily intervene in. scene. Then, if there are no other requirements for the time being, I will go and have someone convey your meaning to all camps?"
Maka thought for a while and immediately signaled:
"Go ahead! There's nothing else to do."
Watching the other party leave in a hurry and seize the time to prepare as he said, Maka stopped staying and walked alone towards the gray fog that stood in front of him like a high wall with clear boundaries.
On the way through the camp, many of the Blois family wizards subconsciously stopped and turned around when he passed by them, looking at his leaving figure.
To be honest, whether Maka himself is aware of it or not, his name has been deeply imprinted on the hearts of many people in this era.
"Tell me, when will this disaster be over?"
"Who knows? I don't think even Mr. MacLean can answer your question."
"Well, I just feel that no matter what the final result is, this world... will definitely undergo earth-shaking changes..."
Behind Maka, many people couldn't help but whisper, and they gradually dispersed until someone came to urge them to do something quickly.
…
Just like what Maca saw in the photos sent to Blois Castle not long ago.
The fog in Kent was incredibly thick, much thicker than the gray fog that enveloped London, making visibility very low at first glance.
However, compared to the moment when the mist first exploded with the explosion, it has become slightly thinner now.
Maka walked slowly forward on a road, unfolding her perception of the magic power of the outside world as she walked, allowing herself to gradually adapt to the flow of magic power here.
After all, even if Haierbo is probably still seriously injured, coming to his home court to cause trouble for him will not be a very easy thing.
"Hmm... This kind of lifeless magic reaction... Are living corpses really gathering in the towns near the center of the foggy area?"
Maka sensed the faint fluctuation of magic power coming from a certain direction, and couldn't help but make a rough estimate based on the map.
"It's not Canterbury, it's closer to here than that... It should be near Charing Town."
Following the direction from which the magic wave came, he quickly determined the first place to go next. But he can't go there directly yet, because he at least has to wait until the teams that are still exploring in the fog have safely withdrawn.
Because once they encounter that guy Herbo prematurely, those elite teams specially sent by Blois Castle will probably become victims immediately.
So, after Maka set her goal, she continued walking along the road aimlessly.
It seems that this should be a small road in the countryside. As far as the sight can be seen on both sides, there are only messy weeds and trees. As he walked on the road step by step, he felt that the surroundings were quiet, and there was no sound except his own footsteps.
At this time of year, it is unnatural that there is not even the slightest sound of insects in the wild. It's just that in this extremely weird fog, no matter how unreasonable the situation is, it seems to become unsurprising.
And as Maka continued to go deeper, about half an hour passed... Suddenly, he was walking through a very small town when he heard some strange noises.
In such a silent environment... which could even be called "dead silence", the figure that was originally supposed to be very small suddenly seemed quite abrupt. And the sudden sound seemed to come from a certain house in this small town.
At this time, Maka finally left the road she had been walking along before and followed the movement towards the streets and alleys of this small town.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
It was a series of regular banging sounds, and mixed in there was a sound similar to a pet dog scratching the door. Not long after, Maka stopped in front of a house with a yard.
"This is right here," Maka nodded to herself, "Hmm... It should be one or two trapped low-level living corpses, right?"
"Squeak-"
He stretched out his hand and gently opened the iron gate, making a slightly harsh creaking sound.
Perhaps it's because there are so many open spaces in the countryside. People here build their homes very large, and almost always have an open space enclosed as a yard.
Maka walked across the open space and did not try to go in directly through the main door of the house - that door had been smashed long ago, and it was obvious that it could not stop the living corpses.
I saw him go around the house and into the backyard of this family's home. You can see that there are a lot of firewood stacked against the wall, and there are several axes on the tool rack, and the "bang bang" sound comes from under a flap door next to the tool rack.
"Oh, it turns out to be a cellar. The monster can't come out—"
Maka stepped forward, opened the door with a wave of her hand, and then looked down. But the next moment, he couldn't help but frown slightly as he stared at the scene in the cellar.
"Tsk, what an unpleasant scene..." He couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, "It seems that no matter how serious my sins are, they cannot be compared to someone like Haierbo!"