The ugly half-murloc priest didn't realize at the first time that the two witchers had escaped her control and were still chanting the evil incantations.
Between lips opening and closing, this hunchbacked old murloc should wave his bone staff in a mysterious rhythm, and jump back and forth on the ground with his left and right flippers. The bone necklaces on his neck and wrist make a sound of "Ling Ling", dancing in a funny and eerie dance. Primitive dance.
The altar is like a Venus flytrap that exudes fatal temptation. The knights are the insects that are attracted, but they move as slowly as a snail, and there is still a long distance from the central altar.
Roy glanced at Leto, took out a fist-sized black bomb from his personal space, and weighed it.
"Bastard, dance in the flames!"
With a light toss, the dancing star drew a graceful arc in mid-air and landed at the feet of the half-murloc priest. With a crisp sound, a cloud of white smoke rose into the air and engulfed its body. Body.
The sound of the incantation could not help but linger.
"Wow wow..." The half-murloc priest let out a sharp roar, and was engulfed by the dazzling fire.
The entire vicinity of the altar instantly turned into a sea of fire, and a sky-shattering explosion sounded in the forest.
After the spell ended and there was a huge movement, the puppet-shaped knights trembled and finally woke up from their dreams, and opened their eyes in confusion, but there was still a hint of intoxication on their faces.
It seems that he is still reminiscing about that strange dream.
At this time, a screaming flame figure rushed out of the explosion area and rushed towards the witcher on the other side...
Roy continued to pull the trigger with a calm expression, and in the continuous vibration of the bowstring, several arrows penetrated its head almost simultaneously.
Three seconds later, the flame figure fell at the witcher's feet with the aroma of scorching and roasting meat.
"Kill the fallen half-murloc priest, experience +100."
Roy put out another Igni seal to extinguish the flame, and then the long sword turned over the body, revealing the hideous and charred catfish head of the half-murloc priest.
"What happened, I'm dreaming?" Princess Yada's narrow eyes turned to the witcher, her pretty face was lost,
"I clearly saw Jasmine," a white rose knight muttered to himself, "Poor Jasmine died as soon as she gave birth to little Cole. Just now our family was reunited again..."
"My old mother who died from whooping cough came back to life and made my favorite chickpea soup..."
"My little Tom escaped from the traffickers and is acting like a spoiled brat to me..." The knights babbled on and on, and didn't seem to get away from their imaginations.
"It's all fake, wake up, idiots!" Leto yelled, kicking the corpse of the murloc in front of everyone, "Look clearly, this ugly thing cast spells and hypnotized you!"
"It's over now, stop your daydreaming!"
"Is it all fake? We were collectively hypnotized?"
Yada stared at the half-murloc corpse with a complicated expression, her tone full of disbelief. "But even the most brilliant warlock in the palace can't hypnotize everyone at once!"
"It should have something to do with the altar..." the witcher said firmly. "This altar has some unknown magic power that can bless the magical effects of believers."
"Even if it's a lie, a daydream..." A knight interrupted his words with a sad expression, "If I can stay in it forever, I'm willing."
"I remember very clearly, it was definitely not a dream," a middle-aged knight with a beard suddenly shouted, "It must have happened exactly."
"It's God!" A frenzy suddenly appeared in his eyes, "God has fulfilled our wish with mighty power!"
At this moment, more soldiers' faces showed approval.
The witcher shook his head, knowing that persuasion was useless.
"Now the only guardian is gone. Just take the altar straight away!"
At this time, the smoke of the explosion dissipated, the flames disappeared, and the pool of flesh and blood vines wrapped around the outer shell of the altar was blown beyond recognition.
However, the altar is still firm and intact - without the cover of flesh and blood, you can clearly see that the gray-white granite of the main body is carved with strange patterns like tadpoles crawling around.
The two walked to the altar, only to find that there was a dark hole in the center of the altar, the size of which was almost just enough to accommodate a person's body, like a well.
He looked curiously into the "wellhead". With the witcher's extraordinary vision, he could only see pure darkness. He patted the edge of the altar with Guvihir, and the blade collided with it, sending out A crisp sound.
Lesuo's face became ugly when he saw this,
"This thing is very strong, and alchemy bombs can't handle it, you need to use a lot of gunpowder."
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"Destroy the altar?" Yada, who was standing behind Roy, bit her red lips and hesitated. Her attitude had completely changed, and she was not as determined as at the beginning.
Thinking of that dream-like scene, a mist of water appeared in her long and narrow eyes - it was a wish that was basically impossible to achieve in her heart, but in the daydream of this witcher, She has reached the top, gained supreme power, and felt incomparably satisfied.
And the reality of this daydream is unbelievably real, definitely not to the extent that smoking herbs, or other psychedelic drugs, can achieve.
"It couldn't be more perfect..."
More than half of the more than forty knights had the same idea, and they were more fascinated than Yada.
They realize their deepest desires from their imaginations.
And the witcher ended all of this, destroying all beauty... Quietly, some of the knights looked at the witcher's back, their eyes sharpened.
"I said what are you still dawdling at?" Roy turned around, but seeing that everyone was still motionless, he couldn't help scolding sharply!
And the tall witcher also stood beside him, his eyes showing vigilance.
"Master, something happened to Knight Clays..." A knight suddenly pointed at his companion's back and exclaimed, "There is something growing on his neck!"
"What?" Roy glanced at the knight who was indicted, and his face changed suddenly. The knight's eyes were densely bloodshot, and a few black fish scales grew on his neck and exposed wrists.
And his facial features have also undergone some subtle changes, the forehead is slightly sunken, and the eyes, mouth and chin are raised in an arc.
You can't even notice it if you don't pay attention.
The most terrifying thing is the state of this knight. In the observation, his original weak state disappeared, and instead it became another bright red state "transformation"!
Transformation: The influence of the mysterious magnetic field has accumulated to the limit. After listening to the bewitching words of the followers of the Heretic God, your body and mind have been distorted.
Your will