Interrupting the bull's-eyed demon's vision, a layer of sweat appeared on the female mage's forehead. Even the instincts of the lower demons were not so easy to drive, and it took her a lot of energy in a short period of time. Catherine had to sit down and rest, a place that was not suitable for meditation, otherwise it would be the most effective means of recovery.

As the horse-first ferry got closer, Catherine could already see the details of the humanoid armor. One of the humanoid armors was noticeably shorter than the others. The female mage recognized it, and it was the result of being corroded in a golden body.

Sure enough, they were all the ones with intelligence I had met before. Catherine's gaze drifted to the helmsman standing at the stern of the ship—it was the Armored Knight, the leader of them.

The Knight in Armor may have sensed Catherine's gaze, and two red lights from his helmet were also cast at the female mage. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Catherine shivered for no apparent reason. She actually sensed the soul of the armored knight, and it was a soul full of resentment.

How can it be an undead?

Catherine suddenly realized what she was up against. The most direct contact and confrontation between the female mage and the undead was the king's generals who met in the Doden Mountains. Catherine was impressed by the strength of the three undead knights - the fierce black dragon Hermes had also fallen into their hands.

Of course, the old professor, the goblin university scholar, was once an undead. However, his situation is very peculiar, and it cannot be compared with the undead in the general sense.

The undead are uncommon in the Eastern Continent. Even if they do appear occasionally, they are all low-level undead who have no reason. They were full of resentment in their lives. After death, you can only be dominated by extreme crazy emotions. The best way to deal with the undead is to have religious people. When it comes to the undead, the divine magic performed by a trainee priest is much more useful than that of a veteran magician.

So Catherine is reluctant to deal with the undead if possible. And the female mage lacks understanding of these strange spirits. The only book she had ever read about the undead was from the history book of the Western Continent, A Brief History of the Western Continent, which described a large number of wars between the Bercy Empire and the Dead Realm.

The Mashou ferry finally sailed to a stop in front of Daqingshi. Catherine looked at the humanoid armor on the ferry, still hesitating whether to get on the boat. Once on board, the ferry sails deep into the water, and there is nowhere to escape.

"Overseer, what are you waiting for?" the old dog on the horse's head urged with half-open eyes.

"There's no other choice when you get on the boat, I've fought these undead before. ”

"Is there any other choice?" the old dog shook his head and closed his eyes.

Oh, yes. Is there any other option?

Catherine looked back at the mud in the black mist. There's at least one more place to go on board. Maybe you can find a way out. If you stay here, you can only wait for death. The female mage sighed silently, and finally stepped on the ferry. In the helmet of the stern armored knight, two red lights suddenly lit up, and then returned to normal. The ferry slowly moved away from Da Qingshi. Drive out into the water.

"Where are we going?" Catherine asked the old dog, wary of the humanoid armor.

"I don't know. I was in a burning desert. There are also such walking armors everywhere. But if you're careful, you can avoid them. There is a volcano deep in the desert. I climbed up the volcano and saw the endless waters, and then the ferry came. The old dog briefly recounted his experience. But Catherine knew that the old dog was speaking lightly. But this journey will not be easier than walking to Daqingshi by yourself. The real strength of this old dog is probably much stronger than what he has always shown.

"I'm in the mud, you're in the desert. It seems that the three of us who came in were scattered in different places. Catherine was now more and more sure that they had entered another strange dimension, "I don't know where the barbarian shaman went. ”

"I don't know. He might be the next person to board the ferry. The old dog's answer seemed to make sense.

The Mashou Ferry may seem to be moving slowly, but it is actually much faster than expected. It was only a moment's work, and Catherine could no longer see the shore where the big bluestone was. The black mist above the head rolled and squirmed, and it seemed to be pressed down at any time, making people feel an inexplicable irritability.

The old dog sleeps with his eyes closed most of the time, and he doesn't look annoyed at all. In comparison, the female mage was very nervous. She kept an eye on the movement of the humanoid armor all the time, for fear that they would suddenly attack.

The scenery in the water is very monotonous, there is no wind, no waves, no islands and no reefs on the water. So you don't know where the ferry is going, or where it is. The black fog tumbling overhead has become much the same when you see too much, and it can't be used as a coordinate for positioning at all.

There was a soft "rumbling". A frozen snowball immediately jumped out of Catherine's hand. She looked warily towards the source of the sound, but found nothing.

The female mage hurriedly looked at the undead again, the rowing humanoid armor was still rowing the boat in unison, and the armored knight at the helm was also standing firmly in the stern of the boat, but the two red lights in his helmet flashed a little, and his eyes were clearly full of mockery.

"Are you sure they won't attack us?" asked Catherine in a deep voice.

"We're all on the boat, and it's the depths of the water. It's always possible to deal with us, and it's not difficult. The old dog replied slowly, opening his eyes.

The old dog's words may be right, but Catherine doesn't think so. "What was that sound just now?"

"Sound?" the old dog looked up, as if he had not heard it at all.

"Boom" again. This time the old dog heard it, and he stood up and looked down from the head of the horse.

The third "Gollum" sound came faster. "The side of the boat on the left. The old dog really looked, "It's a big bubble." ”

"Gollum" "Gollum" ......

More and more bubbles bubbled up around the hull.

What the hell is it?

Catherine felt that the edge of danger had touched the ferry. But the ship's humanoid armor was no different, and they paddled the rudder meticulously, as if the bubbles were not there.

The Mashou ferry boat is still moving, and the sound of "rumbling and rumbling" bubbles is dense like rain. Catherine's heartbeat became fast and rapid before she knew it.

The old dog stood on the horse's head, and he kept watching. Bubbles are bubbling everywhere in the water as far as the eye can see. The popping sound of bubbles coming to the surface gradually becomes a noise. Even the black fog overhead seemed to be disturbed by the noise, and it rolled even harder.

The black mist attracted the old dog's attention, and the old dog's reaction also attracted the attention of the female mage.

"What did you find?" Catherine looked overhead. (To be continued.) )