Taking advantage of the waiting time, Catherine has been practicing how to drive her own blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt's a bit like when she practiced communicating the elements of magic when she first started learning magic. In recent years, female mages have been performing mercenary missions in the kingdom all year round, and they have not been able to improve their magical powers. Although the abundance of combat honed her skills in using magic, it did not help Catherine's understanding of the nature of magic.

In fact, Catherine's teacher, Quisling, has long been dissatisfied with this. As a student of the Great Magician, Catherine neither studies academics nor magic, and only knows that it is a waste of her talent to do tasks outside to make money. And if it weren't for the mercenary mission, why would the female mage be in the current situation?

Catherine's thoughts were in turmoil, her earlier experiences kept coming back to her mind, and the sighs of her teacher, Ghisling, rang in her ears from time to time. She had trouble concentrating, and even the blood she controlled in her body was wandering around.

The female mage's hands and feet became numb, and her eyes were full of fantasies, and all kinds of characters she had seen came one after another. She sat stiff, confused.

Behind Catherine, the otherwise dry ground began to get wet. Dark green muddy water seeped out of the ground and slowly flowed around, and soon the muddy water was up to the female mage's ankles. Catherine's whole body was slowly sinking.

"Overseer, Overseer!" the old dog's anxious voice rang in the mage's ears.

Catherine could faintly hear the screams, but her mind could not return, and she still wandered in confusion. She couldn't even tell if the old dog's voice was her own auditory hallucinations or if it was real.

Just on the edge of the swamp, not far from Catherine, a cloud of red mist floated there. The figure of the old dog loomed in the red mist. He came back, only to see Catherine sinking into the swamp. The old dog tries to pull Catherine, but finds that he can't get close to the female mage.

"Do you want to save her?" at some point, a translucent, irregularly shaped ghost appeared next to the old dog.

"Who are you?" the old dog stared at the ghost very warily.

I saw that the ghost's body gradually solidified, showing a gray texture. His appearance was fixed - a small goblin with a pointed hat on his head, a wide robe, and a long beard.

The old dog didn't know the goblin creature either, but he had seen the old professor and could still detect the similarities between the two.

The goblin ghost put his hands behind his back and said, "I'm Professor 'Mushrooms in the Ears and Eyes'. The zombie was trapped in the hallucinations that the ghost swamp had created for her. If she is not saved, she will sink into the ghost swamp and become a new ghost in the swamp. ”

"How can I save it?" the old dog couldn't do much more, even though the goblin ghost appeared so strangely.

"After my research, it was discovered that the Ghost Swamp itself is a living thing. It creates illusions to lure creatures into its devouring radius. The goblin ghost pointed at Catherine, "This zombie, for example, was clearly bewitched by the illusions created by the ghost swamp and is now being devoured. The dark green muddy water around it is the digestive juice of the ghost swamp that corrodes the body. ”

The goblin ghost looked at the old dog twice. "You've nebulized your blood, and you can't get close to those digestive juices. The easiest thing to move around in this swamp is the ghost form. Creatures with physical bodies encounter varying degrees of hindrance. ”

"How the hell are we going to save her?" the old dog was a little impatient.

"Let her be in ghost form, just like me. ”

"No, I can't. The old dog immediately rejected the plan.

"Only the blood is atomized. The goblin ghost paced two steps and said, "If you are bloodied like you, you will be repelled by nature." ”

"Yes. The old dog thought for a moment, and felt that the female mage would definitely accept this result, "Let's start quickly." ”

Most of Catherine's lower body was already sinking into the swamp, so time was ticking.

"It's not fast, blood atomization has to be comprehended by yourself. Not every undead can completely control the blood to that point. The goblin ghost shook his head, "I haven't seen you yet, it is said that the blood-transformed undead live above the fifth level of plains, and they can't be seen in the first layer of plains." If it weren't for a friend of mine who described the blood atomization to me in the Fifth Plain, I wouldn't have been able to confirm your status. ”

"You talk for a long time, and you can't do anything. The old dog's tone was angry.

"Don't worry. The goblin ghost laughed, "There's always a way, it's up to you to want to." ”

"What price do I have to pay to save her? "The old dog is also a human being.

"Each undead who can atomize blood has a different experience, and that is the most important secret of that undead. The goblin ghost leaned close to the old dog and whispered, "If you are willing to share your experience of blood atomization with her, she will naturally comprehend it more quickly." ”

"How do you share that with her? I don't even know how to control the blood. "The blood atomization of the old dog comes completely from sleep, and it can't be relayed at all.

"Let me go up to you, and I can read a part of your thoughts, and then I will go up to her and pass on to her what I have learned. The goblin ghost said slowly, "But to do so, you have to be open-minded. I also read your memories. ”

The old dog was silent for a moment. "Come on. In the dark, the old dog felt that he had to save Catherine, but he couldn't tell why. In short, this feeling came from the depths of his soul.

The goblin ghost was a little surprised to hear this answer, but immediately nodded and said, "It won't take long to relax your spirit." ”

The old dog closed his eyes and lay on the ground, and the red mist on his whole body shrank, revealing the appearance of a dog.

The goblin ghost's body turned into a translucent form again, floating into the old dog's body little by little, disappearing. After more than ten minutes, the ghost floated out of the old dog's body. He was stained with a trace of blood, and floated towards Catherine. Half of the female mage's body had sunk into the dark green muddy water, and the sinking speed was significantly faster.

The ghost floated above Catherine's head and hovered for a few seconds, slowly descending, enveloping the upper body of the female mage. The old dog opened his eyes, and he felt that his soul was being caressed by wet tentacles, which was extremely uncomfortable. But at the same time, he remembered more clearly what he had encountered in his dreams.

The old dog stared at the ghost that hung over Catherine's body, and saw that the ghost was gradually seeping into the female mage's body. It seems that it is not so easy to enter the body of a zombie compared to the atomization of one's own blood.

The old dog also thought that the goblin ghost might not be entirely well-intentioned, and that his willingness to rescue him was simply a plot against Catherine's body. But just as the old dog felt that he had to save Catherine, he learned that the female mage would not be in danger. (To be continued.) )