The tall icefield warrior picked up his lanky hunter on his back and followed the cloaked ranger in front of him, toward the valley between the two mountains as far as the eye could see, where a large eerie cloud floated.

In just a few breaths, the clouds that rose from the valley became a little thicker, and the edges were illuminated by the moonlight to reveal a pale color, and the fog looked more and more unsettling.

Seeing that he was pulled farther and farther away by the figure in front of him, the Ice Warrior gritted his teeth and activated the runes on his body again, and his speed was even higher, and the full burst of strength regardless of consumption was not pulled too far away for a while, and he approached the edge of the fog with the tracking hunter and the ranger in front of him on his back.

At this time, the whole valley was overwhelmed by pale mist, and only the peaks on both sides of the valley could be faintly seen.

Seeing that the figure in front of him stopped on a cliff, the Ice Warrior also slowed down, and then stood on the other side of the cliff from a distance of five or six meters, and put down the tracking hunter with a serious face.

He noticed that the sophisticated ranger's face was even more ugly than that of the hunter.

"What's the matter with that cloud?" he asked, lowering his voice, "Why are you all so ugly?"

"It's still a little far away, I can't say for sure yet, but I have a gut feeling that there's something wrong with that cloud, something is wrong," the tall lanky hunter frowned, staring at the high valley ahead.

He didn't see much, and he looked at the ranger not far away, but he didn't want to be surprised.

I saw that the man's eyes spewed out two rays of blazing green light and shot far away from the valley in front of him, leaving a string of concentric magic enchantment phantoms where the light passed, I don't know what kind of perceptual magic it was, the hunter couldn't identify it, but the place where the gaze could leave so many condensed phantoms must be quite high-level, and the magic power consumed was extraordinary.

The ranger's gaze scanned through the white mist, and he didn't say a word, but his face was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping.

I don't know what the other person sees...... The tracking hunter thought.

He didn't dare to disturb the ranger anymore, so he summoned the magic power he had just recovered, and used a simple pupil technique like the ranger, similar to a small technique to enhance his visual perception, so that his vision was slightly clearer.

He found that the white mist in the valley had spread.

A thick pale mist, like a river, flowed out of the high valley and dispersed in all directions to the surrounding mountains. He could vaguely see that the white mist was emanating from the gentle slope on the side of the valley, extending at a fast speed, much faster than ordinary people running with all their might, and it didn't take long for the gravel Gobi in front of him to be enveloped.

The Stalker finally understood why the Ranger had stopped here.

If they had gotten closer, they would have been surrounded by the speed at which the fog had spread.

But what is that...... Is it magic...... The Tracker Hunter pondered, he'd heard of some of the magic that had been used in the Order's internal warfare in ancient times, which could drown out the vast battlefields with fog that could cut off the Scout from his commander and disrupt the enemy's critical chain of command.

It would make sense if someone were to experiment with that magic in the valley.

Just looking at the ranger's face, it was obvious that things were not so simple, what about those lightning-like lights that I saw not long ago? The mist magic should not have that effect, it was more like someone was trying to use the light to communicate with the outside world.

As I was thinking, I suddenly saw a lot of animals escaping from the Gobi in front of me.

They were small animals such as voles and hares, mixed with a few magical beasts, and the fastest of them had already run to their feet, like a white jerboa, which was leaping swiftly along the gravel to the cliff where they stood, and continued to flee into the distance without looking back, as if it were being chased by a predatory beast.

The hunter vaguely saw a young snow hare running at the edge of the pale mist, desperately leaping its limbs to escape the mist, but the spreading fog followed it closer, getting closer and closer to it.

It couldn't escape, the hunter thought, his eyes widening.

Sure enough, a moment later, the flowing mist passed over the running snow rabbit and swallowed it. The tall and lanky hunter felt his hair stand on end, and he heard the snow hare screaming from afar, and the cry was suddenly cut off by something in the fog at its sharpest, and after a few breaths of silence, the little snow hare burst out of the fog again.

Screaming, desperately fleeing, burning.

- The snow rabbit's originally white and immaculate fur burned with incandescent flames, and the flames were so bright that even though the hunter's eyes were stung through a large piece of rubble and Gobi, he stared intently, in astonishment, staring at the small incandescent flame that set the snow rabbit's fur on fire.

The flaming snow hare, desperately fleeing, had no strength after the last jump, and fell on a flat stone, and after a few moments, the snow hare's body that was no longer struggling completely burned like a torch, and the incandescent flames were so strong that almost instantly burned the motionless corpse to ashes.

No, not even the ashes remained......

The Stalker thought he was out of breath, what kind of flame was it? Why didn't there even a trace of black smoke? Why did he burn the animal to the ground?! He had a vague thought of a possibility but didn't want to admit it—it was really terrible.

But then, he watched as the incandescent flame fell on the flat, blue-black stone.

The flames grew smaller, but at the same time the stone burned out a small pit as if it had been acidified.

Immediately the mist crossed the stone, obscuring everything behind the pale mask that his gaze could not penetrate, and the stalker finally exclaimed with a changed face, "Is it the Fog of Chaos?!!this, this, this is the Fog of Chaos!!"

The rugged Ice Warrior on the side also changed his face when he heard this, his eyes wide with a hint of horror, and his head was already soaked with cold sweat - even when facing the violent bear, he didn't show such horror.

"Why is there a fog of chaos here?!!" he yelled, still in disbelief.

The stalker stared at the spreading white mist, which had completely obscured the entire valley by this time, and even the mountains on either side were nowhere to be seen. He didn't want to believe that there was a fog of chaos here, but he couldn't believe the facts in front of him—if it weren't for the fact that the idea was too contrary to common sense, he should have seen the clue a long time ago.

The pale mist that cut off the line of sight, the accumulation and entanglement of the wind that could not be dispersed, the ominous premonition in my heart like a heavy stone, and the incandescent flame just now—the flame that can be ignited even by stones, that is the legendary breath of chaos, the breath of chaos that can burn everything out, and only in the fog of chaos can such a flame be born.

"Why...... There's going to be chaos here......" he muttered.

He was just as confused as the Ice Warriors, and legend has it that the Fog of Chaos only exists in the outer realms far from the Flame of Order, and even the slightest close to the Order's border will turn into a horde of Nightmare Beasts, and will no longer exist in the state of the Mist - so that it can be stopped and killed by the Border Guards. Why is there such a spreading fog of chaos in the hinterland of order?

The moon was a little dim in the west, and the cold wind blew, and he shivered.

He is not afraid of chaos, nor is he afraid of nightmare beasts, even small herds, he and the ice warriors have encountered these things when they are adventuring on the border, even if they are not able to defeat them, they have a way to calmly avoid those enemies of order, but the unknown white fog terrifies him, and the things that cause this fog to appear make him afraid.

He subconsciously looked at the experienced ranger, who should have judged that this was the fog of chaos when he just saw those flashes, otherwise his face would not be so ugly. But the hunters didn't know why the other party hadn't left now, why the eyes were still searching in the fog, and they didn't know what else they could do now but run for their lives to spread the news.

Since the incandescent flame has been bred in the mist, the breath of chaos that burns up everything, then whoever falls into it is afraid that they have disappeared from this world at this time, and may not be able to return to the embrace of the moon god after a long sleep.

Time to go...... He thought. The fog was gradually spreading towards the cliff where they stood.

But then he noticed that the ranger seemed to have discovered something, and his short bearded face showed a little surprise, and his gaze was fixed on one direction as he searched back and forth.

Without saying a word, he stepped on the dark green magic dazzle and rose into the air, and took out a shining silver bow and a huge black feather arrow, the shaft of which was the thickness of a thumb and nearly two arms long, and the edge of the inky tail feathers was carved with deep grooves.

The Hunter saw the Ranger pull out a dark yellow card and insert it into the groove, forming a cross with the tail feathers.

What is this guy going to do? Could it be that you can't hunt any monster you see?

The black-feathered arrow looked heavier than his usual short spear, and the Ranger was able to use it as an arrow, and it was also inserted with magic cards, and it was the first time that the hunter had seen an arrow that could be embedded with a card, and such an arrow would inspire magic that was stronger, more durable, and more flexible than an enchanted arrow. Naturally, it is also more expensive.

A moment later, the Ranger drew his bow with a stride, the great silver bow bent into a full moon, and the unrestrained magic fluctuated.

Countless free elemental points of light flickered around him, with different colors, converging towards the tail of the black feather arrow, and the converging elements even set off a whirlwind whistling, enveloping the ranger in the center.

The light in his eyes went out, and his powerful three fingers let go of the bowstring.

The scream exploded, as if all the nearby aura had been drained away by the arrow for a moment, and the hunter felt a black light pass through his field of vision—not that he saw the path of the arrow, but that the arrow left a black lock line in its path, and the elements were still converging, and soon the lock line became thick and strong, and became a solid chain.

One end was in the ranger's hand, and the other extended into the mist.

Looking in the direction, it was probably the center of the mist, a gentle slope on the high valley.

The ranger had actually erected a chain bridge across the foothills, and the condensed chains were probably flotation or something like that, and they couldn't even see the curved arc, extending straight from the ranger's hand to the mist.

The stalker counted two breaths, and the chains didn't break.

He noticed a flash of anxiety in the ranger's gaze, as if he could no longer use the powerful clairvoyance magic of his previous time, and could only look at the end of the chain, as if anxiously expecting something.

Did he see that there were still people alive among them, and wanted to get them out this way?, the hunter thought in surprise.

If the lightning-like light just now had been emitted by the people trapped in it, it had been a long time since there were still people who had not been swallowed up by the chaos?, he stared at the chain in astonishment, his gaze following the straight bridge of chains as if he could penetrate the mist, although theoretically, those people could escape the fog with the rope......

But legend has it that the Fog of Chaos has more than completely obscuring the direction......

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" the ranger landed in front of him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Ahh

"Help me guard this chain bridge here for a while, and I won't have to guard it for too long, if you wait for the fog of chaos to spread, you can leave. ”

The stalker listened to the ranger's sincere words, and found that the other party had thrown the end of the chain in his hand, and he quickly took it, and found that it was not heavy, so he wondered how the other party was sure that he would help.

"And ...... are you going?" he didn't finish, he already knew the answer.

I saw the ranger leap onto the black chain and rush out as if he were stepping on flat ground.

In the dim moonlight, his cloak figure quickly sank into the pale mist.

……

Ed hung his head weakly, and the wriggling air mass stained with Morin's blood rushed out of the wound on his cheek like a hungry shark suddenly smelling blood.

Lunge towards Morin.

"Professor Ed......" the boy snorted, subconsciously raising his hand to block the swarm of air.

The surging and wriggling air mass did not erode his body, it was blocked by the young man's not too strong arm, and he screamed and scattered to both sides into white mist, he took a half step back and arched his body, resisting the pressure of the air mass hard.

Professor Ed...... Wake up......" Merlin called with difficulty.

But Ed seemed to have really lost consciousness, and even the slight tremor of his fingertips stopped, and he didn't move, only the hideous wound on his cheek was still being torn open little by little, and the white fog around him became thicker and thicker, and the wriggling air masses rushing towards the boy became more and more.

There seemed to be a faint buzzing sound in his ears, like a swarm of bees flapping their wings, and the wriggling air masses in his field of vision were also like disgusting bugs, unscrupulously rushing into a mud-like mist on the arm he was resisting, and soon an incandescent flame was burning on his arm, but he was not hurt and did not feel pain.

Resisting, the buzzing was getting louder and louder, and he didn't seem to be able to see clearly.

"Put your arms down...... Stop resisting......" A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

It was Aeno's voice, but Emino was obviously behind him, and he was still picking up the little vampire's right hand, how could he say such a thing to himself in front of him, was he too tired and hallucinating, or......

Maureen shook his head vigorously, driving the girl's voice out of his mind.

But it didn't work, more voices rang out.

"Stop resisting......" Papa Pike said.

"Greet me with open arms...... Don't hesitate to ......" Mr. Ed's voice.

"We can be one, and you don't have to worry about power anymore......" Barron said.

"Shining creatures, we will surpass everything...... Nothing can bind us anymore......" Wang Deer said.

The boy's arm gradually became weak, and it seemed that it was about to fall at any moment.

No, he thought, what is disturbing my will? I don't want to listen to these voices, you can't deceive me, you can't tempt me, they won't talk to me like that, they won't persuade me to give up!

"Stop struggling...... Useless ......" a voice rang out.

It was a girl's voice, low, not very clear, but Maureen knew where he had heard it. His mind suddenly hurt, and the ring marks on his fingers were also burning pain, Xiao Hei hadn't woken up yet, and maybe he wouldn't wake up again.

Am I going to hold on...... The arm is so heavy...... Listen to what the voice says, what the hell is it, am I going to be devoured by it, Mr. Ed, Papa Pike......

The vision gradually darkened, and the strength of the body weakened with the sound echoing in his ears.

Tired...... Forget it...... at least get a good rest......

"Morin!" a distant voice came from behind him.

"Mo ...... Lin!" a weak voice came from behind him.

The boy suddenly came to his senses, and it was Aeno calling him.

He continued to withstand the impact of the air mass, the nameless flame on his arm was still flickering, he was not yet harmed, but the little vampire's hands were hot, the magic fluctuations on her body were already extremely weak, and there was a dying gaze in the brown eyes on her pale cheeks, looking at the boy, whispering his name.

She couldn't resist the fog anymore, she was about to burn.

It was as if something in my heart was silently broken, and the pain was so bad that my eyes were black.

"Aewen!" Merlin cried out heartbreakingly.