Ethereal and strange laughter continued to come from the mist, as if a frivolous woman was teasing those lost in the mist, the phantom that was split in half by Gawain's sword did disappear, but the next moment In an instant, it completed reorganization at another place in the mist.
This fog of resentful spirits... actually has a mind!
After realizing this, Hetty felt slight cold sweat break out on her forehead.
The fog first made the illusion of unconsciousness, so that everyone thought that the situation was not so critical, and tried to seek opportunities to break through, but in the process, as time passed, everyone's physical strength would be continuously weakened by the fog. When Gao Wen and his party really started to break through, everyone's state must have been damaged to varying degrees - at that time, if the wraith in the mist made a sudden attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.
But perhaps an inherent defect in the sanity of the undead, a chuckle from the mist disrupted its (or their) own trap.
But even so, the situation is still bad.
It is difficult for ordinary soldiers to play a role in the face of this kind of weird enemy. They can only rely on the tough will they have tempered on weekdays to resist the malice and fear that constantly seep out of the fog. Betty, who has no combat power, is the first time He was escorted to the very center of the team. The steel long sword in the hands of Byron Knight was filled with scorching heat. He used this sword to dispel the ubiquitous cold air and cut off countless phantom arms protruding from the mist. Under his protection, Only then can Heidi and Rebecca have a relatively stable environment for casting spells.
Hetty recited the mantra, and constantly used various low-level auxiliary spells to weaken the power of the surrounding fog, but Rebecca's attack was much simpler and rougher—she waved her staff, and the magic she released was only one from the beginning to the end— Fireball.
Large and small fireballs flew from Rebecca's staff into the mist, triggering a series of explosions, but the effect was really not good: the flames did have a certain restraint effect on undead creatures, but the mist of wraiths was a kind of It is very special, it is thin and wide, there is no entity that can withstand the damage of the explosion, a ball of fire explodes in the mist, and more than half of its lethality will be lost.
"Don't use fireballs!" Gawain noticed Rebecca's fighting style, and quickly reminded loudly, "Use large-scale spells—the power doesn't need to be too powerful, the range must be large! Otherwise, the fog will disperse all attacks! "
Rebecca yelled, "But I only know how to use fireball!"
Gao Wen was taken aback: "What?!"
"Rebecca only knows how to fireball!" Hetty's voice was almost exasperated, "After five years of learning, I know this trick!"
Rebecca blushed, annoyed at her stupidity in magic aptitude, she gathered the powerful magic power together, and almost used all her strength to restrain it into a spell model, and then waved her staff , a washbasin-sized... The fireball flew to the place where the fog was densest.
There is no such thing as an epiphany, an emergency breakthrough, and a shocking counterattack.
This far beyond standard fireball technique triggered a far beyond standard explosion, and even the fog in front of everyone became thinner, but almost in the next instant, the gap in the fog was filled again, and what was worse was Suddenly, Gao Wen heard a roar full of fear and anger from behind him.
A family soldier's eyes were bloodshot, and the negative power transmitted by the mist of resentment finally completely crushed the soldier's soul, and the damage on the soul was immediately reflected on the body: his skin quickly became shriveled like air-dried parchment Pale, his whole body was also howling and went crazy. He raised his long sword high and began to slash wildly, as if there were enemies of life and death in all directions.
The other two fighters nearby reacted immediately. After avoiding the opponent's disorderly attack, they swarmed up and held down the poor guy who had gone crazy.
The soldier who was held down struggled frantically, his whole body wriggled and twisted violently as if his flesh and blood seemed to be coming out of his body. His eyes widened with anger, and he finally roared hoarsely: "Kill me! Kill me!"
However, in the eyes of the other two soldiers, the color of blood was gradually gathering like a dark cloud, and they did not respond to the request of their comrades.
They are also about to lose their sanity.
Seeing this, Gao Wen immediately stabbed the pioneer sword into the ground, mobilizing the original power of this body according to the method recorded in his mind: "Mind shock!"
This is one of the few knight abilities that can act on the mind. Strong willpower will sweep across the battlefield, causing strong spiritual oppression on all hostile targets, and can also have a strong encouraging effect on one's own personnel.
Under the effect of mental deterrence, the two soldiers quickly got rid of the state of fear, but the poor guy who was pressed by them on the ground had completely destroyed his soul by the mist of resentful spirits, and after a few struggles, he stopped moving completely.
Gawain's eyes swept across the battlefield quickly. He saw that the surrounding fog did not show any sign of weakening. Instead, it became thicker and denser under the attacks of Hetty and Rebecca. In the position where the three soldiers were originally, Betty has disappeared without a trace.
"Where's Betty?!" Gawain's heart tightened, and he shouted loudly, "Betty!"
Amber jumped out of the nearby shadows: "I just saw that little girl run into the mist—it looked like sleepwalking!"
"Oops... She lost her mind," Gao Wen was taken aback, "How can the situation in this fog of resentful spirits be so strange?!"
Amber's face was full of horror: "I don't know why it's so strange, anyway, the situation is already terrible!"
"The fog of resentment shows no signs of dissipating. It stands to reason that after being attacked for so long, no matter how powerful the fog is, it should be weakened a little bit," Gawain quickly said based on the judgment he made based on the knowledge in his mind. The memories are not his, but he found that as long as he takes the initiative to mobilize them, they will 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, such ordinary magic power Focus, how could such a mist of resentful spirits that can even produce spiritual wisdom be bred?"
Amber is very smart, she can see right through: "You mean this mist is not produced naturally? Is there something like an artificial energy source maintaining it?"
"It doesn't have to be an artificial energy source, but there must be something sustaining it—" Gawain frowned and stared at the fog, as if he wanted to use his sight to penetrate the fog and see its essence clearly, "and the thing that maintains it It should be around here, but our perception is blinded, so we can't see it at all!"
"But Ms. Hetty has used the detection to distort..." Amber said in confusion, and then suddenly opened her eyes, "... Isn't it on 'this floor'?!"
Before he finished speaking, Gawain watched the half-elf lady suddenly take a step back, and she disappeared into the air just like that.
No, she didn't disappear.
Gao Wen noticed that there was an abnormal shadow floating on the ground nearby. It was a group of vague human silhouettes, and he could vaguely recognize the outline of Amber. This silhouette with only shadows and no body seemed to be teleporting nearby. Jumping and shifting between various planes, sometimes appearing on the ground, sometimes appearing on nearby tree trunks, and only after jumping a few times did they really completely lose their traces.
That is not a real shadow, but a "reflection" that Amber walks on the edge of the material world in a state of shadow and projects in the material world.
Such a simple, brutal yet powerful "Shadow Walk" opened Gao Wen's eyes.
What is the origin of this half-elf thief
Before Gao Wen could ask more questions, Amber's figure suddenly appeared in the air again, and she rushed to this side. Just as Gao Wen was about to ask about the situation, he was grabbed by the arm by the other party, and then pulled hard by her.
Gawain staggered for a moment, and then felt that he had passed through a cold, illusory barrier. When his eyes were focused again, the surrounding environment had changed.
Everything loses its color, and there are only two colors of black and white in the world. A thin layer of fog covers the world. The fog is cold, but it does not have the power to take away vitality like the mist of resentful spirits.
Gawain looked around and found that the dense forest had disappeared, but there were dry stumps one after another on the surrounding ground, and the positions of those stumps matched the positions of the trees in the forest.
And everyone, including Hetty, was standing not far from him, but they stood stiffly in place as if they had been enchanted by petrification, completely motionless.
Rebecca was the closest to Gawain. She was holding a staff tightly and her face was full of tension, but her eyes were expressionless. She had turned into a gray-white "statue" and was just looking at the front in a hollow way. The texture is like some kind of rough ceramic.
Wisps of black mist are rising from the nearby ground, penetrating into their bodies, and creating tiny cracks on their ceramic bodies.
This eerie and terrifying scene made Gawain subconsciously look at his hands, and he was slightly relieved after confirming that the hands were still human limbs. Then he clenched his pioneer sword and walked quickly towards Rebecca, ready to Cut off those obviously harmful black mist.
But as soon as he took half a step, Amber suddenly appeared next to him, and the half-elf lady held his arm tightly: "Don't get close, external forces can't help them, and if you are not careful, it will make the situation worse."
Gao Wen looked at Amber in astonishment—she actually had another appearance in this black and white world.
Her hair has grown longer, and she floats behind her as if weightless, but the light brown eyes are filled with a faint golden light at this moment, and a cloud of black smoke like a flame gathers at her feet, repeating Coagulation-dissipation process.
There is no corresponding thing in Gawain Cecil's memory that can explain the scene in front of him.
"Don't ask me too much, it would be embarrassing if I didn't tell you—especially if I just dug your grave, it would make me feel guilty," Amber said quickly, "We have limited time , it is the first time for me to enter such a 'deep' place, and with you, God knows how long it will last."
"What is this place?" Gao Wen asked the question he was most concerned about.
"Shadow Realm," Amber said lightly, and pouted at the place where Heidi and the others were, "Look."
That was where Betty and the soldiers had been at first, but one of the soldiers had fallen to the ground in countless pale pieces—really like shattered china, while the others were with Rebecca. Similarly, he still maintains the movements and demeanor he had when he first came into contact with the mist of wraiths.
It's just that under the feet of the little maid Betty, there is a row of small footprints that exude a glimmer of light extending forward...