"He's not dead. Shadow Ink just replied coldly.

"I know he's not dead, he was in a state before, we called it a 'meat sac', and now it's a 'living dead'. The Prophet half-hunched over, squinting his eyes at Jolt's body.

I was afraid that Yingmo didn't understand, and saw that he condensed a milky white magic power in his hand, and soon the magic power condensed into a thin needle and stabbed down on Jort.

"Roar!"

When the corpse was attacked, it let out a beastly roar, and instantly sat up from the ground, then got up and walked north.

Where was Shadow Ink willing to let it go, only to see the black mist surging, and Shadow Ink's figure instantly blocked in front of him, kicking him back again.

Amazingly, Jolt's body was not as aggressive as before, and after being kicked to the ground, he got up again, and depending on what he meant, it seemed that he was going to head north.

In this case, of course, Shadow Ink is another kick.

Of course, this kick did not go down, but was stopped by Milian "Don't hit it too hard, the 'living dead' is not aggressive, they will only follow the subconscious to find what they are looking for, if you hit it too hard, something uncontrollable will happen." ”

Shadow Ink withdrew his leg suspiciously, but Jolt ignored his movements, bypassed him, and continued to the northern woods.

A dagger peeked out of the black mist and crossed in front of Jort, and then pressed the hilt against his chest, and then asked the Prophet, "Where is he going?"

"He's going to the same place as you're going, just let him go later, just follow him all the way. The Prophet said calmly.

Shadow Mo didn't understand what the prophet meant, it sounded like he was giving him some instructions, and he couldn't help but say, "Crazy old man asked me to come to you." ”

"I know you need to go to the Son and follow him. ”

The prophet explained what he said, but he didn't want to say any more, and turned to leave, Milian looked at the two of them strangely, and then cautiously glanced at Jort, remembering the people on the front, and walked towards the direction when Shadow Mo came.

Seeing the two leaving, Shadow Ink let go of the handle of the knife, and Jolt continued to walk north.

What the hell have you done, that's what Shadow Ink thinks in her heart.

This kind of thing happened to the elf clan all over the continent, and more than 20 "meat sacs" suddenly appeared, causing a lot of trouble to all the clans, and they all took tough measures to kill them, and finally they all became in this state of "living dead".

The strange thing is that when most races kill these "meat sacs", they do not send strong people with the strength of the eighth order and above, but use the tactics of the sea of people to suppress them, and the "living dead" after them directly choose the method of sealing and not letting them leave.

Of course, those who use this method of dealing with it are generally races with a relatively long history, and those races that have recently been newly born do choose the eighth-order powerhouse to suppress them directly, and then find a way to destroy the body of the "living dead".

As a result, it was true that the eighth-order powerhouse died mysteriously, and then after the body of the "living dead" was destroyed, I don't know what he had done, making the realm of those small clans a dead domain.

In the end, the big races ordered all the dead realms that appeared around them to be sealed off, so that no one could enter.

It took two days to solve these things, and there was no such existence among the various ethnic groups, but there were still rumors in the market that there were scattered "meat sacs" moving closer to the center of the continent, and when the various ethnic groups went to besiege and kill, they could not find these "meat sacs" everywhere.

In two days, Jort walked very slowly, he had just left the territory of the elves a few hours ago, and it would take about four days to reach Mutrans.

Shadow Ink has been walking with him all the time, never sleeping, probably for fear of losing him if he takes a nap, but it is unknown whether Shadow Ink needs to sleep or not. Changsha

His heart was now frightened, and there was a faint hint of excitement.

Many years ago, it was the first time he received a mission to assassinate the Holy Son, and the mission was not sent by the Shadow Clan, but was passed to him through the Mad Elder, and due to the high secrecy of the mission, no matter how he investigated, he didn't know who the upper family was.

It was also on that mission that he first came into contact with the Prophet, and the funny thing was that at that time, the elves did not have a holy son.

When he arrived at the Elves, the Prophet was already waiting at the border, telling him about some inexplicable future.

It was also from that time that no matter where others were, I felt like a stone was pressing on it.

Shadow Mo didn't say much, and when he walked with Jolt, it was almost a step of Joelt, and he followed suit, and the two of them were in the same pace, but they were always wary of their surroundings.

This is the border of the elves, and there is no danger along the way, but after leaving the border, Shadow Mo has a faint feeling that he is being targeted by something.

Perceive carefully, but you can't find the source of that line of sight.

As they moved farther and farther away from the border, the feeling of being watched intensified.

It wasn't until two hours later that a second sense of surveillance began, and after that second sensation, the number suddenly exploded, until it was as if the entire area was under the watcher's control.

Shadow Mo couldn't help but reach into the black mist and clench his dagger.

Oh, this is it!

A strong sensation suddenly came over the ground, and Shadow Ink only glanced at it and dragged Joelt away.

After they dodged, a deep pit collapsed directly from the place where he had been standing, and when he looked closely, he saw thousands of small insects wriggling in the pit, and two low chirps were heard from time to time.

After the first insect chirp, this insect chirp sounded at the same time within a radius of one kilometer, and when it came together, it made people feel the illusion of tinnitus.

"Worm Mu?"

Shadow Mo muttered as he looked around solemnly, the flames in the black mist flickering.

As if he didn't notice, Jort continued to walk forward, and Shadow Mo reached out to block him.

Yes, these little bugs are the "worm Mu" that Bian Gu and Zheng Ming encountered at the beginning.

I don't know if it's because of Shadow Mo's physique, these insect chirpings didn't affect him too much, but it was the constant peeping feeling from under his feet, which made him more and more cautious.

As if sensing something, Shadow Ink pulled Jolt to leap again, this time onto a boulder.

The position where I had been standing collapsed again, and there were still countless insects in the pit.

Shadow Ink carried Jolt's body and constantly adjusted his position on the boulder, ignoring how Joelt's legs kicked around, and his eyes were always looking around, in case the bugs sneaked up from behind.

If you encounter a consciousness collective like "Worm Mu" in ordinary times, you are not afraid at all, but it takes a lot of brains to protect Jolt in this situation.