Chapter 395:

There is no special sense of spirit, no energy breath, no fluctuations, not even any physical sense.

It's as if the two guys in front of Freya are air.

Stared at by the two strange creatures in front of her, Freya's face became more and more gloomy.

When she couldn't help but want to make a move, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in her ears.

'Ding! ’

Freya's gaze flickered, and she snapped open.

The familiar black tent came into view, the faint neighing of horses could be heard outside, and the peculiar smell of a campfire could be faintly smelled in the air.

"What is this?"

Freya's pupils dilated slightly, and it took a long time for her to realize that she was lying on a single bed in the tent.

"Hallucinations or dreams?"

She got up from the bed and rubbed her temples, still having the illusion that everything around her was unreal.

It took a while for this feeling to subside.

Freya can still vividly remember meditating after entering the tent, and then encountering the two strange creatures outside the tent.

You must know that since she was promoted to wizard, she has rarely dreamed, and her strong spiritual power can get rid of all unreal distractions, so that she is always in a clear state of cognition.

This in itself is a characteristic of detachment from lower life.

"Could it be a high-level illusion, but when exactly did I set up a vigilance witchcraft?"

Freya lowered her arms and narrowed her eyes slightly.

As she pondered, she put on her clothes and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent. In the wee hours of the morning, the sky had begun to glow blue, and Ron was still sitting on the rock, as if he hadn't moved all night.

The campfire on the ground had been completely reduced to gray-white ashes, and the horses in front of the carriage next to it were snorting softly.

The icy air crept into Freya's collar, and there was a cool feeling.

She glanced at the periphery of the woods, where the dense shadows of the wilderness from last night had completely disappeared without a trace.

After a pause, Freya walked over to the carriage and looked at the horse.

Suddenly, her expression froze. Because on the horse's back, she could clearly see two huge pale gray footprints. And this footprint was the place where the strange figure squatted last night.

"Isn't it a hallucination? How so? Freya's face became solemn.

She glanced at Ron and walked over to him.

Sensing Freya's arrival, the two red dots representing the eyes in Ron's helmet, sitting on the stone, suddenly lit up.

"What's the matter?"

"Didn't anything strange happen last night, did you?" Freya asked in a calm tone.

"No, everything is fine." Ron replied succinctly.

"Yes," Freya frowned slightly.

Although I didn't see Ron make a specific move. And there's nothing brilliant along the way. But Freya had a feeling. This guy is not as simple as it seems, at least the obscure aura on his body is not something she can easily see through.

Even he didn't notice anything wrong, then

I groaned in my heart. Freya said directly.

"Although I only hired you as a guide, and you are not responsible for my safety, this wilderness environment can be introduced, which can also be regarded as the duty of a guide."

"Introducing the environment?" Ron's helmet paused slightly before continuing. "This wilderness has no name, except for weeds and stones and dead wood, there are very few creatures, but every once in a while there will be a shadow of the wilderness at night, this kind of thing has no substance, only trees can block some, if you attack rashly, it will produce some bad things, nothing else."

"Bad things?" Freya raised an eyebrow. "What's bad?"

"I don't know what the specifics are, but anyone who has tried to attack these shadows will encounter some strange things in ten days, sick, injured, encounter monsters, and even die silently in their dreams, which has been confirmed for many years."

"Is that so," Freya nodded.

She seemed to have seen this strange phenomenon in some book.

She turned her head to look at the rising sun in the east, and her eyes flashed with an inexplicable light......

Half an hour later.

The two of them simply ate some food, fed the horses, and left the woods and headed for the poisonous mist swamp.

The wilderness was large, but full of weeds and dead wood, and as Ron said, there was no human population at all.

The carriage moved forward quietly, and Freya, who was sitting in the carriage, had a light blue square in her hand at some point.

Inside the cube was a wisp of white mist that seemed to twist as the carriage jolted.

Freya watched the changes in the smoke inside, her fingertips flickering with white light from time to time.

After a long time, the white mist in the square suddenly condensed, and then slowly condensed into a translucent villain.

The villain sat cross-legged, his hands on his chest, his head at eye level with Freya's, as if looking at her curiously.

Looking at the transparent villain's appearance, Freya's face was slightly gloomy.

"Is there really the power of the world leaked from the unknown world in this wilderness?"

The power of each world is different, it is considered a kind of polluting power under the rules, and if an unknown world crack appears in a certain area, then the fusion of the power of two worlds of different natures may give birth to inexplicable strange things.

Most of these things cannot be judged according to common sense, and there is a great probability that there is a very high risk, but some may also have unknown benefits.

And this wilderness is clearly not a special case.

So, the strange creatures that Freya met last night may have been influenced by this power of the world.

"It seems that the ancient wars had a much deeper impact here than elsewhere"

She put away the blue square in her hand and looked out the window. I don't know what I'm thinking in my blue eyes.

In the slightly grey sky, occasionally a bird or two flashed.

There wasn't much language along the way, and soon, as time went on, it was getting dark again.

However, this time there was no woods in the wilderness to rest, so Freya had to drive the carriage to a relatively flat place.

I found some huge stones, briefly surrounded the surroundings, and attached runes as an insulating effect.

In front of the tent. A bright yellow bonfire has been lit. Freya was boiling the broth in an iron pot, and Ron was still the same.

This guy doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold, and never seems to take off his armor, except for the pocket he used to hold the Soul Bug. Nothing else.

He sat beside the carriage in a daze, staying with his black dinosaur-like mount.

After dinner, Freya looked around. Those wilderness shadows did not reappear.

But. Uneasy, Freya still spawned a tree around the stone, just in case.

The weirdness of the power of the world is very difficult, and even Freya doesn't want to provoke these things.

The sky slowly darkened. The land is quiet again, and only some insects or small animals hiding in the land make a sound of sooting.

Freya went back to sleep in her bed in the tent, and there seemed to be only a glimmer of light in the wilderness from the unburned campfire.

'Ding. ’

Suddenly, a crisp sound sounded.

The sleeping Freya suddenly opened her eyes.

"Huh?"

She quickly got up and looked out the window of the tent.

In the dark night sky, a huge silver full moon was quietly suspended, sprinkling silver light on the earth.

Outside the tent, there was an open space, no wagons, no Ron.

Even the strange news of the stones she had piled up and the woods was missing.

It was as if Freya had been unwittingly transported to some strange place in the wilderness.

For a while, the feeling of last night came back to my heart.

"Again??" Freya looked a little strange.

She took out the blue square from her waist, and the transparent figure in the middle had completely disappeared, and even the wisp of white smoke was gone, and the square was very empty.

“”

Looking at the cube in her hand in silence, Freya had a complicated look in her eyes.

"I'm out of the wizarding world right now? How is that possible"

The crack in the world is real, and if she really crosses over to another world, she must feel it, but the display of this blue square has officially stated that she is already standing in another strange world.

This phenomenon strikes Freya as ridiculous, breaking through any kind of knowledge she's ever learned.

'Da Da'

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves sounded from outside, bringing Freya back to her senses.

Through the window, Freya could see that in the silver moonlight, a snow-white carriage was approaching from afar.

In front of the carriage were the same two snow-white horses, the mane of the horse rippled with the run, and there was a long sharp horn on the horse's forehead, which looked like the legendary unicorn was holy.

It's just that the position of the eyes of the seemingly holy horse is pitch black, like two deep whirlpools, which looks very weird.

There was nothing in the driver's seat of the carriage, but the reins were floating, as if someone was holding on.

"This is the creature of this world?"

Looking at the white carriage speeding over, Freya thought about it and decided to go out and have a look.

It's just that as soon as she stepped out of the tent, the carriage that was still far away just now was actually close at this time.

'Wow', and passed directly past her.

Freya, who was standing next to her, even saw the gorgeous lines on the side of the carriage, and then only the back of the carriage remained, and it disappeared after a while.

Freya stood still, looking in the direction in which the carriage had disappeared.

The place that had been an open space just now gradually emerged after the carriage passed by.

The altar is delicate, just over three meters in diameter, covered with irregularly sized circles, and in the middle is a huge statue in the shape of a black crow.

It's just that compared to ordinary crows, this statue has these three eyes on each side, which looks a little hideous.

Looking at the statue, Freya frowned slightly.

"Altar? Maybe you can see what kind of world this belongs to. ”

After a pause, she walked towards the altar.

As soon as Freya approached, a cheerful tune came straight into her head.

The tempo of this tune was fast and joyful, and it sounded very pleasant to the ear with an instrument that she did not know about.

So much so that Freya, who was originally a little gloomy in her heart, seemed to be affected by this tune and gradually became happy.

It's just that as she gets closer and closer to the altar, the cheerful tune in her head grows faster, even a little harsh.

At this time, Freya wanted to stop, but she found that she couldn't control her body and couldn't even open her mouth.

His feet kept trying to move towards the altar.

By the time she stood beside the altar, the shrill melody was already like a pulled elder, like glass and stone rubbing against each other, and as if a shrill female voice was singing.

"I~dear baby~Look~ Mom has gouged out his eyes~ Ate her tongue~ Let blood stain his hands~ Take a soldering iron and put it into its internal organs~~ His head has been pried open~ Reveal white flowers' brains~~ We take out the spoon~~"

The shrill singing swept through Freya's mind over and over again.

And just as she felt her head burst, the black crow sculpture in the middle of the altar turned its head abruptly, and six black eyes blinked together.

'Ding! ’

With a 'snap', Freya bounced straight off the bed.

Her forehead was covered with cold sweat, but she felt a burst of coldness behind her.

Freya subconsciously touched her ears, and there was a slimy feeling.

She lowered her hand and looked at it, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

"Blood?"

The faint smell of blood irritated Freya's nerves, but the strange thing was that except for the blood in her ears, there was no abnormality in her whole body, and she was very healthy.

It seemed to be night outside, and the bonfire was still 'crackling'.

It took a long time for Freya to come back to her senses from her dazed state.

"Coming back??"

It seemed to have exceeded her expectations, there was definitely something in the strange wilderness of the Red Forest.

"Twice, so I entered that world yesterday as well? What the hell got me into?? ”

Thinking about it, when Freya just wanted to gather some water to wash away the blood in her ears.

A fist-sized hard object suddenly appeared in her hand.

Freya was slightly stunned, raised her hand, and found that there was a pitch-black crow statue in her hand at some point.

The crow is only the size of a fist, but strangely there are three eyes on the left and right.

"Is this the statue of that altar?"

The statue felt a little cold to the touch, but Freya felt as if it were a corpse.

After a pause, her hand suddenly strained.

'Click! ’

The crow statue suddenly cracked.

However, Freya's arm also ached, and a clear crack slowly extended out. (To be continued......)