Catherine thought about it carefully, and felt that there was some truth in the old dog's words. It's just that this reason is not enough to impress the armored knight.

It can be seen that although the two are valuable, they are also limited. For the knights in armor, it is not worth reaping such "friendship".

However, the old dog's actions reminded Catherine that she should make good use of these humanoid armors to obtain information.

"What awaits us when we get to the island?" asked Catherine bluntly. This sentence has no clear goal, and it is like asking everyone present.

The Knight in Armor did not reply, as if he had not heard. But the old dog said, "I can't guess this." But I guess it's nothing more than to accomplish some kind of task. Killing people and setting fires, attacking cities, probably not within this range. ”

"Could it be something else?" asked Catherine again.

"No, you can't. The old dog said with certainty, "Production and construction are all things that slaves should do." Since we are not going to be slaves, we will not be asked to do it. ”

"Murder and arson, siege of cities. Catherine read softly. She took a few steps forward, crossed the old dog, and said to the armored knight, "On the Island of the Dead, what awaits us will be battle. ”

The Armored Knight was silent.

"Who are you going to fight?" the female mage held out her hand, and a cold air gathered. In the asphalt pool area, the magic water element is not active, but it can barely use magic.

The red glow in the armor knight's helmet shone slightly.

"I'm a magician. Mages play a much larger role in team battles than in individual battles. Catherine gave a simple explanation, "Because the mage can provide powerful magical support, whether it is offensive or defensive, it can turn the situation of a local battle in an instant. A strong warrior or archer can do this, but after all, the warrior is mainly in close combat, while the archer has a single means, and once the opponent's numerical advantage is relatively large, it will be suppressed. ”

The red light in the armor knight's helmet flashed several times in succession. "The Island of the Dead welcomes only the strong. He finally spoke.

"The power of the individual is limited, but cooperation can be stronger. Catherine's words were convincing, "You are a powerful warrior, and a soldier of your own. I, as a magician, can give you the best support. ”

"Only the winner is qualified to talk about cooperation. The Armored Knight's gaze shifted from Catherine to the old dog, and from the old dog back to Catherine, "You don't have a chance. ”

"Who's our opponent?" the old dog seemed to understand.

"People like you. The Knight in Armor slowly raised his finger into the distance.

Catherine and the old dog hurriedly looked in the direction he was pointing, and at some point several ferries appeared there and were heading for the Island of the Dead. There are many people on the ferry.

The mage stopped for a few seconds before returning to the deck and taking a seat. She tried to get into meditation and build up mental power for herself. The coming battle is inevitable, and trying to gather strength is the most urgent thing at the moment.

"The little red dots are your blood. Suddenly, the Knight in Armor said, "The warrior who holds the blood will be stronger." ”

The answer that the old dog tried to exchange friendship for is now a bit like a bonus. The Knight in Armor was clearly instructing Catherine and the old dog, giving them a chance to gain more power. As long as the two of them can become victors on the Island of the Dead, they will become collaborators of the Armored Knights.

However, how to master the blood, the armored knight did not explain further. Catherine listened to it, but she didn't think much of it. Instead of spending time in uncharted territory, you should do what you can first. Seeing that we are about to reach our destination, it is more practical to put the spirit in the best condition than to study the secrets of blood.

The mage soon entered meditation, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw that the ferries had sailed not far from her. The nearest boat was a hundred meters or so away, a long, narrow, pointed-tipped boat, with only a mummy in its stern standing covered in rags. The mummy rowed alone, his movements stiff and slow, but the speed of the boat was not slow at all.

"The Overseer has finally woken up. The old dog's voice came from the side, "The boat has been following us, and began to move side by side with us an hour ago. ”

"Did you see anyone else on the boat?" asked Catherine the old dog.

The old dog shook his head.

"Tut-tut-" Sounds like some bird calling. The voice came suddenly, and Catherine jerked her head up to find a person "lying" above her. The man was actually suspended in mid-air, but in a flat position.

"Tut-tut-t-" This time Catherine could see clearly, it was the guy in mid-air laughing. There was a notch in his throat that seemed to have been bitten off. Such a wound should have been a blur of flesh and blood, but there was no blood flowing out of it right now, and even the wound was black and dry. It was because of this wound that his laughter was so ugly and weird, like a broken saw pulling.

"Ben saw a magician. The guy laughed and said, "Ben has been observing for more than an hour, and finally determined that you are meditating. ”

He waved his fingers, and a cloud of moisture appeared around them, but they disappeared immediately. "You can't use magic in this kind of place. Poor fellow, you're going to die here. ”

"Tut-tut. He laughed twice, "But everyone is already dead, so it should be said that the soul dissipates, dissipates forever, leaving no trace." ”

Catherine had been listening intently and looking at the floating guy carefully. It wasn't until he finished speaking that the female mage suddenly raised her hand and threw out an icy snowball. It was a snowball that had condensed in a hurry, small in size, but unmistakably hit the guy above him in the face.

The Strange Laugher shook all over, shook in the air a few times, and fell face down to the deck. Catherine immediately pounced and punched the guy in the back of the head. Catherine, who had some of the strength of a giant elephant, smashed her fist like a clay pot. With a "bang", my head exploded.

A gray phantus emerged from his neck cavity and floated into the air. It took a long time to condense into a human form, and the human form phantom distorted its face, shouting: "You dare to sneak attack Benjue, unforgivable, unforgivable." As soon as he shouted a few words, his whole body involuntarily floated towards the Island of the Dead. There was a swirl of blood there, sucking the hapless guy in.

"Whew-" The mummy on the pointy ferry, a hundred meters away, yelled at Catherine, waving a hand awkwardly as if to express his anger. (To be continued.) )