When the thick white mist dissipated, everyone was gone, leaving only a large scorched patch of flowers and shrubs to tell of the fierce and brief exchange of fire.

There was an eerie silence on the battlefield, the ambushed were nowhere to be found, the ambushers had no intention of showing up, the battle was in a stalemate, and even the crisp birdsong could not be heard at all, and it seemed that the sensitive little animals felt the oppressive atmosphere here like the calm before the storm and the dead silence before the eruption of the volcano, and they all fled.

After more than ten minutes, one side finally lost patience, now is the beginning of the task, it is really not worth wasting time in this aspect, the first move that has been accumulated with great difficulty may be lost, otherwise with the endurance of the trialists, they can stalemate for a few days.

A middle-aged man walked out of the woods with two girls. The middle-aged man looked to be in his early thirties, but his eyes were as calm and wise as those of a dying old man who had gone through the vicissitudes of life, and he was wearing a wide magical robe of emerald green, which was embroidered with plants and flowers, which were very delicate, and even the texture of the stamens and leaves was finely outlined. The middle-aged man was holding a cane in his hand, the cane was very rough in workmanship, it looked like a branch cut down from the side of the road, with three or four emerald green leaves on it, verdant, just bathed in a spring rain, in the midst of life. Standing next to the middle-aged man was a female warrior, dressed in a beautiful armor, quite thin, and hollowed out in many places, it seemed to be just a beautiful but useless military dress, but the magic power faintly flowing from it showed that this was an extremely precious magical equipment, and the protection was definitely not weaker than the heavy plate armor worn by those Scourge soldiers. The other girl was short, only a teenager, walking behind, wearing a moon-white robe, holy and solemn, she looked at the charred grass and trees, her eyes were full of pity and pain, the flowers and plants were innocent, why should she bear the pain of the burning body? Those guys are just so hateful.

At this moment, there was a muffled rumble, and the charred earth cracked, and a carriage made entirely of white bones pulled by two skeletons came out of the ground. The style of the carriage is ancient, there is no box, but like the carriage of the Warring States period, there is only an umbrella cover on it, covered with periosteum. A woman in a black robe is lazily lying on her side on the bone seat, the smooth black fabric like a beauty skin sticks to her, outlining the delicate curves, enchanting and charming, she is holding a black cat in her arms, her right hand is still unconsciously stroking the soft hair of the black cat, this naughty little guy arches back and forth in her chest, full of temptation. But this woman who is alluring and stunning is completely unable to make people think about it, her face is expressionless, her facial features are delicate but there is no breath of life, very special, her eyes are pure ink without the difference between the whites of her eyes and eyeballs, and her eyes exude a chilling indifference, which is an absolute indifference to life.

A cold breeze blew, the female warrior shivered, she felt like she had walked into a mass grave, although the ambient temperature did not change, but the cold breath made a living person like her feel instinctive trembling and fear, she raised her eyelids and looked, and immediately lowered her head again, although the woman had a skin that could be broken by blowing bullets, but at a glance it looked like an ancient corpse that had been dead for thousands of years, she did not have the feeling of a living person on her body, she did not hold a sickle and an hourglass, but she represented death, she was the goddess of death.

At the front of the carriage stood a little girl, holding a ceremonial whip, she looked into the distance, her arms trembled, and with a crisp whip, the two skeletal horses moved. The clatter of horses' hooves and the squeaking of the wheels of the car were not loud, and quite rhythmic, but as unpleasant as the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard, which seemed to be mixed with vicious cursing, desperate wails, hideous sneers, shrill screams of women, and terrible cries of children...... Vaguely, it seems that countless ghosts are tied to wheels and horses' hooves, suffering the pain of broken bones all the time, they struggle to stretch out their hands, cursing everything in the world, but it is all in vain, they will be crushed under the throne of the goddess of death, and they will endure endless pain and torture for eternity......

The harsh voice dissipated Ihar, the middle-aged man, and he clutched the staff of nature's guardians, and a cool force of nature flowed through his body along the meridians, as if he had drunk a cold drink on a hot summer day, and the feeling of irritability dissipated a lot, and the force of nature was quiet and eternal, which could be stopped by those evil whispers? It's just that even he needs to use the staff of nature's guardian to resist, and his companions are afraid that they will not be able to bear it. Ihar looked back, standing behind him, Amor closed his eyes tightly, silently chanting prayers in his mouth, and exuding a faint moon-white glow around his body, as a moon priestess, a clergyman, her spiritual power is as strong as a magician, and she can also ask for the protection of the gods, it should be no problem for Amor to keep his heart. But not with Westy, her face was unnaturally flushed, her hands trembled slightly, she was trying to suppress her bloodthirsty impulses, she was just a warrior, she was not good at mental confrontation at all, and now she could only hold on.

Ahar stood up and said in a loud voice, "Why do you have to meet like this? The refreshing voice was like a gust of wind, blowing away a lot of the disgusting and vicious voices, and Westy breathed a sigh of relief, and his face looked much better.

The bone carriage slowly stopped, and Ye Chen, who was cosplaying the goddess of death, sat up straight and said coldly, "Old man? Since it's an old man, how can this be explained? ”

Hearing the hint of the master, the little girl as the driver waved the whip fiercely, followed by a crisp sound of "pop" after the sound of breaking the air, a thin man showed his figure, staggered back a few steps, he wiped his face, a purple whip mark slowly surfaced, he was hit in the face by a whip, and he was pulled out of the latent state, and the straightforward way of slapping his face made him completely blind, what the hell is going on?

It's really overwhelming to want to stay latent under the shroud of your own illusion and mental attacks. Yechen laughed and said, "That's how you entertained the deceased?" She turned her head, looked at the emaciated man indifferently, her inky lips lightly opened, and said, "You, deserve to die!" ”

As soon as Ye Chen's words fell, a pair of dark purple handprints appeared on the neck of the emaciated man, as if someone was pinching his neck. Under the gaze of the goddess of death, he felt that he could not breathe, he struggled violently, but it was useless, his chest ached, then there was a burning pain like fire, then his consciousness became sluggish, he was completely unable to direct the movement of his limbs, and soon, his mind went blank, and at this time he even felt a kind of pleasure, he felt a darkness in front of him, but there was a light in the distance...... If complete suffocation is achieved, a dozen seconds can completely render a person unconscious.

"Enough!" Ihar shouted, Raven was so careless, he lost his mind for a moment and was actually controlled by the fantasy in front of him, indulging in the fantasy constructed by a supernatural trialist, as if he had put his head in the mouth of a lion, and he was only one step away from death.

Ihal's shouting was useless, and Ravan remained in a half-kneeling position, his body purple and bruised, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose. Can't wait any longer, Ihar stretched out his right hand, and pale green points of light floated out from the emerald green leaves at the top of the Staff of Nature's Guardian, gathering on his right hand, happily shuttling between his fingers, and soon, his right hand was surrounded by countless green points of light. Suddenly, all the points of light soaked in Ihar's skin, and his right hand turned a brilliant green, like a transparent emerald, filled with the powerful power of nature. Ihar squeezed hard, and there was a crisp click like shattering glass, and the illusion in front of him shattered.

Just a few meters away from Ihar, Yechen's figure appeared, her face was a little pale, the illusion attack just now was indeed very powerful, but it also consumed a lot of her death power, which brought her a lot of burden, but it didn't matter. Yechen looked at Ihar with a smile, not at all worried that he would suddenly attack him, believing that the illusion just now had suppressed him, and he would not and would not dare to act rashly until he found out his true reality.

Sure enough, looking at the woman's weird smile, Ihar dispersed the power of nature gathered in his right hand, and the two sides could probe the truth and reality, this task has just begun, there is no need to work hard at this time, don't forget, this task has four teams of trialists.

The illusion had been shattered, and Raven, who had been immersed in it, came to his senses, and he was surprised to find that there was indeed a pair of hands around his neck.

Seeing the emaciated man looking at him with unbelievable eyes, Hurt Yu smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding." With that, he turned around and ran back to Yechen's side.

Just now, under the cover of Yechen's illusion, Hurt Rain quietly sneaked into the side of the emaciated man, grabbed him by the neck and tried to strangle him to death. The reason why such a "slow" method is adopted is because after countless brutal battles, the trialist already has an instinctive and intuitive reaction to the deadly threat, if the wounded rain draws his sword and stabs him in the heart, it is too "exciting", and Ravan is likely to be awakened by the early warning of the death threat in his instinctive consciousness, after all, Yechen and Ravan are also fourth-order trialists, although they fell into the illusion for a while, but the fantasy realm she constructed could not completely confuse a trialist of the same level. In comparison, the slow way of killing people by choking the neck is much less exciting, and if it weren't for the intervention of Ihar's knife, the rain might really strangle the emaciated man to death. Of course, there is another purpose besides that......

Ravan collapsed on the ground, coughing violently, his head clouded, his limbs weak, and Venus in front of his eyes. The priestess named Aymor hurriedly ran over, she was a member of this small team in charge of auxiliary medicine, although she also knew that Raven was not mortally injured, and he could recover on his own after a while, but they were now facing off against another team of trialists, and at this time it was necessary for Laven to recover his combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

Amor knelt beside Raven, muttering a few words of prayer in his mouth, his hands flashing with a misty white holy light, she gently stroked Raven's neck, the purple and blue pinching marks slowly dissipated, and his breathing was much smoother.

At that moment, a small turquoise snake sprang out of Laven's neckline and bit Amore's hand fiercely. This is the other purpose of the Wound Rain, or this is the main purpose - to put the little snake with deadly venom that Wen Yun cultivated into Raven's collar to calculate the priestess who is in charge of healing.

The Assassin who can lurk and stealth is of course a great threat, but in Yechen's eyes, the team's healer is the first target to kill. First of all, in a team that is accustomed to healing, once you lose the healer, it will be very uncomfortable, and it will be difficult to find someone else who can temporarily replace this position, in addition, the trialist is also a person, and the time and energy at your disposal are limited, and if you spend too much time and energy on healing, it will inevitably lead to weak links in other places, in other words, the members who share the healing task are often the worst fighting strength in a team, of course, this kind of person will generally be under the close protection of teammates, It's quite difficult to kill, but this time I finally had a good opportunity, and of course I couldn't miss it.

After injecting the venom into Aymore's body, the emerald green little snake died, and the whole meaning of its life was to inject its accumulated venom into the enemy's body, this kind of snake could not exist in nature, and it could only be cultivated by careful cultivation in the laboratory, in other words, Wen Yun also read a lot of Gu cultivation materials in order to cultivate a highly poisonous insect snake.

Amor pulled out the little snake, and two not very large but deep wounds appeared on the outside of the palm of his right hand, and the whole palm swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wound began to ooze foul-smelling pus, and the nearby skin had turned purple and blue, as if it was completely necrotic.

Lavin, who had recovered his breath, drew the dagger from his waist and stared at the wounded rain, carefully guarding his surroundings. I was so careless, I lost my spirit for a while and fell into a fantasy world, and then I was used as a bait to let them calculate their teammates, at this time it was useless to be annoyed, only to be careful and careful, and then never make mistakes again.

Seeing that her teammates had already helped her to be vigilant, Amor began to rescue her poisonous wounds, she took out a scalpel with a narrow blade, made a cross on the wound, squeezed hard, and purple-black pus sprayed out directly. Most of the healing techniques of the Aymor Society are used to treat external injuries, but she has learned a small spell to dispel poison, but there is no way to deal with this kind of poisonous snake venom carefully cultivated by the trialist, and if you want to detoxify, you have to use physical therapy, that is, squeeze out the pus and blood, and cut off all the necrotic flesh.

PS: A lot of illusion attacks are gorgeous, mainly to make the other party feel that they look very powerful, illusion attacks are completely psychological, in illusions, if you believe that those gorgeous moves have great power, believe that she can kill herself, she can kill herself, Ravan made this mistake, he "believed" in the illusion built by Yechen. As for why Ihar calls Yechen an old man, see Ryan City (12), Chapter 49 of The Goddess of Death.

So far, the first order is only nineteen, the results are a little bleak, if you like this story, please support a lot, thank you. (To be continued.) )