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Chapter 305:

Leathing against the cold stone wall, Freya narrowed her eyes slightly, and she could see the dark shadow through the blue light above her head.

It was a young man, with short black hair, a cold expression on his miserable white face, and a faint smell of rancid smell emanating from his black robes.

But it's the necromancer Centman.

"It's you, why did you get here, what happened?" Centman looked at Freya, who was knocked off by himself, and frowned and wondered.

"I don't know."

Freya straightened up and reached out to flick the fine ash on her robe, but her eyes never left the Centman in front of her.

"I guess we've fallen into some kind of trap in this ruin."

He looked up, glanced at the strange hallways around him, and then looked at Freya seriously.

"There's an aura here that makes me very uncomfortable, and the positioning device on my body can still be used, do you want to come with me?"

As he spoke, he reached out and walked towards Freya.

"Oh? Are you saying that the positioning device on your body still works? ”

Freya's tone became very relaxed, but her face was unusually gloomy as she looked at Centman who was getting closer and closer, and a pale green light slowly condensed from the depths of her pupils.

"Yes." He nodded, not seeming to notice the change in Freya's face, and continued

"The first thing we need to do now is to find the Cryant and join them, otherwise there is no way to survive in this dangerous ruin."

"Really?" Freya tilted her head, a look of understanding in her eyes. "Did you even deprive Sentmann of his memories?"

"What"

'Whew! ’

Just when the distance between the two was only about two meters. A sharp cyan streak shot abruptly towards Centman.

'Bang!! ’

A transparent wave suddenly shot out from his body, blocking the cut out of the fine marks.

"Damn it! Freya! You are crazy!!? A liquefied wizard! ”

Looking at the sharp marks that were close at hand, Sentman's originally cold and handsome face became extremely hideous, and he slowly grabbed a handful of black powder and aimed it at Freya.

"If you do this again, don't blame me for being rude!!"

However, Freya had an expression as if watching a play, and the thin cyan lines extending from her fingertips did not relax in the slightest.

"It seems that there is only that extent."

As she spoke, her figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the next moment she appeared behind Centman.

The fingers of Freya's hands were slightly curled, and ten thin cyan lines mixed with black marks slowly disappeared between the fingers.

'Poof! ’

After the subtle sound. With her back to Sentman, her entire body was divided into ten sections and slowly moved sideways. Suddenly, the strong smell of blood permeated the entire corridor.

Sensing the signs of life in it quickly dissipate, Freya turned and calmly looked at the corpse parts on the ground.

"Sure enough, it's a flesh puppet, but. It was possible to search for the memories of a second-level wizard in such a short period of time. It seems that Centman is not optimistic there. And the spirit."

After a moment of silence, she turned around and continued to run in the direction where the spirit had disappeared just now.

The seemingly endless corridor just now seemed to have lost its effect after killing the puppet who was pretending to be Centman.

Freya ran twenty minutes later. The corridor that had been stretching all the way suddenly became wide, as if it had become a large hall.

Dozens of black stone doors in the hall suddenly appeared in her sight.

Each stone door was lit up with a faint blue light, but the one on the far left was scarlet.

Watching the stone doors carefully, Freya suddenly noticed that blood was flowing from under the red light stone doors.

The blood flowed very fast, and after a while, it actually gathered into a small red puddle, which was a little oozing under the light of the red light of the stone gate.

A faint cold aura lingered on her, and Eflorya's heart actually had a creepy feeling.

"Is this also a spirit?"

She frowned, grabbed a handful of golden powder from her waist and threw it directly at the stone door, followed by the stacit chant of the incantation.

'Smack!! ’

The powder exploded in the air, and then quickly ignited a blazing white flame that blinded the eyes.

Suddenly, the entire hall was illuminated white.

"Ah!!!h

In the white light, a shrill female voice slammed from behind the door.

Freya reached out to block the bright light from the flames, and through the shadow on the back of her hand, she could vaguely see the red blood evaporate rapidly.

One of the women's faces, their faces evaporating in the blood, was looking at Freya with a vicious look.

"You don't have to die a good !!"

The voice was sharp and terrible, but it quickly disappeared cleanly.

The white light slowly dissipated, and the entire hall returned to its original state again.

Freya felt a little painful as she felt the positive energy around her.

"It is worthy of the scorching sun dust of 130,000 magic stones, and it is really powerful with positive energy witchcraft"

Feeling that the cold breath had left, she paused and walked towards the bloodstained stone gate that had turned black.

Stretch out your hand and put your hand over the still warm stone door, and press lightly.

'Click! ’

The seemingly solid stone gate suddenly appeared in a dense black crack, and then scattered.

A thick cloud of smoke mixed with a faint smell of decay came to the face.

Covering her mouth and nose, Freya swept away the smoke and looked inside the door.

Inside appears to be a small rectangular compartment, and it is not known what it is used for.

It's just that when Freya's eyes skimmed to the floor of the cubicle, her expression was slightly stunned.

For there lay a tall man dressed in a gray animal skin, with brown hair and a bearded mouth covered with blood.

The bloodshot eyes bulged slightly, and they opened wide with an unwilling look.

Freya's appearance was reflected in her already dimmed pupils.

The signs of life have completely disappeared. Freya leaned over slightly, and pulled out a silver plaque with a wolf's head on the corpse, and the word 'Orff' written on the back of the wooden plaque.

"This is the one of Cranet's men"

Stroking the wolf's head on the sign, Freya straightened up and looked at the stone doors that were still lit with blue lights next to her.

"The location I am in now seems to be a special mechanism of this ruin, since there is a puppet of Centman, then I have almost come here, first determine the location, and then find the person and then talk about the rest."

These stone doors were clinging to the walls of the hall, without the slightest aura of energy.

After thinking about it, she walked towards the black stone door in the middle, and smashed the stone door directly with one punch.

It's not a cubicle. It's a pitch-black corridor. A faint wind stream blew out from inside.

Looking at the tunnel that looked like an abyss underground, Freya reached out and threw out a yellow flame.

The light of the flames illuminated the passageway, but it was a passage in the direction of the ground, and the floor of the passage was covered with a layer of white ash. It seems like no one has entered in a long time.

Glancing back at the hallway where she had come. Freya thought for a moment before stepping straight into the passage.

The channel is a downward spiral. At the foot of the foot is a stone staircase covered with gray-white and white-gray ash, and where the flames do not shine, it is always pitch black, and there seems to be no end.

The Shadowlands have received too little information. Even the map was only a little stronger than a blank sheet of paper, and Freya couldn't even remember which direction it was.

The Hester ruin seemed to be many times larger than the fire ruins she had once visited.

However, fortunately, Freya prepared a lot of supplies for this expedition.

With the strong vitality of her second-level wizard, it would not be a problem to survive in this environment for ten days and a half months.

I don't know how long I walked in this corridor, and when half of the spiritual power illuminated by the condensed flame was consumed, Freya, who had been walking in this stone staircase, suddenly heard a burst of sounds of Suosuo.

The voice seemed to be someone talking, and it was so hazy that I couldn't even tell which language it was.

It was only as she continued to walk that the voice gradually became clearer.

"Father, we really love each other, you can't break us up like this, if you want her to die, then I won't live either!"

The voice spoke, and it was a thud, as if it had hit something.

This made Freya frown, and then suddenly.

"Centman's voice, what's wrong with him?"

As if thinking of something, her face changed slightly, and her footsteps, which had been moving at a uniform speed, suddenly sped away.

The spiral portal recoiled rapidly, running along with the sound for five minutes, and soon a black gate appeared at the end of the passage.

And Sentman's clear voice also reached her ears clearly.

"Since you insist on this, then I only have"

Without thinking about it, she immediately stretched out her palm, and a cyan light flashed, and the door was cut into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Behind the door was an empty room, and Centman was standing in the middle with a fanatical expression, holding a brown rope woven out of some kind to strangle his neck.

The veins around his neck were exposed, and his eyes were slowly bulging and bloodshot, but his expression was fanatical as if he was relieved.

But Freya, who was standing in front of the door, clearly saw that a transparent blue figure was clinging to his body directly opposite him, and limbs similar to hands had been inserted into his chest as if to squeeze in.

This strange picture made Freya's scalp tingle slightly, but there was an indescribable disgust in her heart.

She shook her head and reached for the ring on her fingertips.

'Buzz'

The faint sound of vibration mixed with transparency emanated from her.

The transparent figure seemed to sense some threat, and its head, which had no facial features, slowly turned to Freya, and followed the turn of the blue shadow head.

The familiar eyes, neck, ears, and mouth began to appear, but they were direct copies of Sentman's face.

"Die!"

She stretched out her hand and pointed at it, and the force field in the ring on her fingertips rushed directly towards the blue shadow.

Suddenly, the blue shadow that came into contact with the force field immediately shrank, and the hands that had been inserted into Sentman's chest seemed to be more twisted towards his body.

"Humph! Want to run? ”

Freya snorted coldly, and opened her palm to grab at the blue shadow again.

With a 'snap', the blue shadow's head suddenly exploded, forming pieces of blue shadows that quickly dissipated.

At the moment when the blue shadow dissipated, the fanatical Centman's eyes suddenly became clear, he looked at Freya who was standing at the door and had not withdrawn his hand, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But the next moment, he fainted straight.

Ignoring Sentman's fainting, Freya scanned the room with a twinkle in her eyes, and there seemed to be a cold smell in the air.

"The number of spirits in this ruin seems to be abnormal."

She muttered under her breath and walked over to Centman, sensing it slightly, and finding that he was only dizzy and not physically harmed by the severe consumption of mental energy.

After walking around the room, Freya sat directly beside him and meditated quietly.

About half an hour later, Centerman woke up from his coma.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he jerked up from the ground and looked around with a wary gaze.

But when she found that she was the only one with Freya, she breathed a sigh of relief and said with doubts.

"You saved me?"

Without speaking, Freya just nodded.

"You're not under the control of the spirits?"

"My body is special, and I have a certain resistance to spirit things." Freya said simply, not wanting to delve into this. "Let's talk about how you got out of here, do you remember how you got here?"

"Well, I owe you once." Centman paused, thought for a moment. "I just remember when I was standing behind you, and when you unlocked the rune of the black stone door, I felt someone pull my hand, and all of a sudden I came here, right, that arm!"

He seemed to think of something, and raised his right hand, the back of his right hand was not abnormal, but the position of the palm of his hand was a triangle pattern with black eyes.

Seeing the pattern, Freya's pupils shrank slightly, and in her sense of smell, an extremely subtle smell of blood came from his palm.

"What is this? You know what? ”

Seeing Freya's anomaly, Centman asked, opening his palm.

With a deep groan, Freya stared at the black eyes and said slowly.

"I only know that this is a natural rune, but I don't know exactly what kind of creature or plant it is."

"Oh? Natural runes? Centman frowned as he looked at the rune in the center of his palm. So, this thing is still useful, I remember some wizards who specialize in runes can strip off natural runes and make tools, can you? ”

"Yes, yes." Freya continued, "There are no tools here, though, and I think this rune has some other purpose. ”

"What does it do?" Centman shook the rune in his hand and wondered.

"Tracking, for example, I suspect that we may not have been pulled into this place, but some powerful ancient creature, and this ancient creature is tracking us with this rune mark at this time." (To be continued......)