Chapter 113: A Storm of Crows

Just as Galen and Yunloyd were both fighting fiercely with the Naga, in a dense forest hideaway in the Python Islands. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Changing into the trench coat he was always wearing, Trist flicked the brim of his hat and put it over his head.

Looking around, Trist pursed his lips and said helplessly: "Hey, God knows where this ghost place is, do I have to hide here all the time and regather enough mana of fate to get out of here!?" ā€

After a moment of silence, Trist habitually touched his chin, but did not touch his accustomed beard, shook his head very annoyedly, and said to himself: "Well, in order to please Miss Sarah, I even shaved my beloved beard, but in the end, I didn't catch anything." ā€

"yes, it's Malcolm's bastard, if it weren't for him, I guess I'd already be in the same room with Miss Sarah by this time."

Trist began to wander aimlessly, and then muttered to himself: "What a pity, for the sake of Miss Sarah, I have put a lot of effort into it, and that group of idiots from Zuan can't even look down on a prisoner, so that I can't be so carefree now." ā€

As he spoke, Trist stepped out of the forest and came to a farmland that looked like it had been deserted for a long time.

In this farmland, the land has dried up, some tenacious weeds have come out of the dry cracks, and between the ridges, some of the ragged rags on the scarecrows that have been tattered are rippling with the slight sea breeze.

If you look at the entire farmland at a glance, you can see a castle looming among the mountains in the distance!

Trist, who was a little tired from walking, leaned on the trunk of a tree, and somewhere he found a card, and between his fingers, began to flip skillfully.

Red, yellow. Blue, three colors change one after another.

Trist lowered his head slightly, looking at the castle in the distance, his misty eyes covered by the shadow of the brim.

"There is such a magnificent castle on this broken island. Could it be that this was once an ancient lost country? ā€

Trist curled the corners of his mouth and said with amusement: "If this is really the case, will there be any amazing treasures on this island?" If anything, hum, it can make up for my losses during this time. ā€

"Huh!?"

With a shock of mental power, Trist shook his hand violently and threw out a blue card in his hand!

The blue card streaks through a shadow. and a black shadow in mid-air.

"It's ...... Crow!? ā€

On the ground, there was a black crow with a holy blue card stuck in its belly!

Sensing the crisis, Trist immediately opened up his spiritual power, and he was shocked to find that in a dense forest beside him, there were countless points of light!

Quack!

Quack!

The sound of croaking came from the dense forest!

Immediately after, there was the sound of countless wings vibrating!

Faintly uneasy, Trist hung down on his two hands at his side. I've already caught a hand of cards!

Hula!

The bushes were broken through, and countless black crows. Rushing to the face!

Seeing this, Trist used his back hard, bounced his body up, twisted his half-dumped body in the air, and shook his hands to squeeze the card in his hand. Thrown out.

After throwing it, shake your wrist, pinch the cards, and throw it again!

A set of actions, flowing water.

Midair. Flying cards and countless crows flapping their wings are intertwined like a painting!

Cha!

Trist's cards, precisely inserted into the flying crows, make a very ugly sound.

Syllable!

The crow hit by the card hits the ground in response.

But, helplessly, there are too many crows, and Trist's cards can't cope with it.

In desperation, Trist gritted his teeth, grabbed the corner of the trench coat with one hand, dodged sideways, and pressed the other hand on the hat to prevent it from falling.

Flocks of crows, like a gust of black wind, skimmed past Trist's side.

The black crow that flew past Trist pecked at Trist's trench coat with its sharp beak, making Trist very uncomfortable.

"Card Deception!"

Tryst shouted, turned around, shook off the trench coat, and at the same time, brought out the cards in the sky!

Flying cards defend Trist, driving out the invading crows.

"What man!?"

Through the cards and the crows, Trist saw two points of light in the dense forest, he quickly put his hand behind his back, pinched out a card, and began to flip: "Come out!" Don't play tricks out there! ā€

"Are you scared?"

It was like a voice coming from under the Nine Shadows, sounding from all directions, making people feel creepy!

Crash!

The bushes were pushed away, and a thin figure jumped out of it.

This person, no, this can't be counted as a person!

This is...... A scarecrow with a scythe in his hand!

"Fear me! Hahahaha! ā€

In the War College, there are some very mysterious places, such as ...... Summoning Room!

The summoning room is a mysterious place for powerful mages to cast summoning spells, break through the knots of the world, and summon powerful creatures from another world.

For years, Federtic had stood alone in the easternmost summoning room of the War College, the only fiery green flames in his eyes could pierce his dark, dusty home.

It is here that the Doomsday Messenger waits silently.

All the mages on the continent who have the ability to be called summoners know the cautionary tales of his abuse of power and misdeeds.

A few decades ago, there was a powerful rune mage from Zaun, and his name was Estfan.

After the Fifth Rune War, he became the number one summoner in the continent.

Poisoned by old magic, Estfan drifted further and further away from the laws of peace on the continent.

In his last attempt at magic, he finally lost control of himself, closed himself in the easternmost summoning room, and began to recite the most forbidden spell of the summoning ritual - the summoning of the extra-two-dimensional summoning!

No one knows exactly what happened in the summoning room.

At that time, there were no heroes on the road who could particularly represent Zuan.

Repeatedly knocking on the door of the summoning room yielded only silence.

The first apprentice to enter was immediately killed by a mysterious scythe.

The few who followed and survived were frightened mad by fear, and only human shells remained, talking incoherently about the crows...... and death.

Fearing an evil that even Estfan could not control, the higher-ups of the War College at the time ordered all the exits to the summoning room to be sealed, hoping that they would only stay within the range they could destroy.

Years passed, but the stiff people in the summoning room never moved, nor did they kill any of the fools who entered.

Knowing that the summoning room could no longer be used, the council decided to make Federtic the executioner.

He's seeing the light of day again!

It seems that he abides by the summoning rules of the Valoran Continent, but he waits in the summoning room, and no one knows!

His still face revealed no clues, and his scythe was ready to kill anyone standing in front of him.

Those who claim that "there is nothing to fear except fear itself" have yet to see the storm of crows!

And at this moment, Trist is in the midst of this storm of opium! (To be continued.) )

ps: It's a bit unclear about the relationship between cards and other heroes, but there's only one more, forgive me.