Sliding into the abyss, Jon felt the malice coming from his back and neck, and his ears were about to be deafened by the sound. The clattering sound lasted for five minutes, and a normal fall would not fall so far, and the place below must be hellish.

With a click, his feet slipped to the bottom and he stepped deep into the crisp white bones, and the potential energy of the fall was so great that when he reacted, the mud and bone residue were buried deep into Jorn's waist. It was different from falling into the water, where the white bone scum was hard and sharp, cutting through the skin of Jorn's thighs and bursting with bright red blood.

"Ah~~~" After letting go of the dagger, Jon struggled into the mud and groped for his legs that were numb to pain, the slimy blood and the wet dirt intertwined, and the perfect gelatinous substance almost made Jon unable to extricate himself. Reaching out, Jon struggled to scrape through the debris on the upper floors, trying to crawl out before he lost consciousness completely from the waist down, which of course wasn't that easy.

If a normal human is stuck in a quagmire, if they want to come out, they must at least provide a pull force greater than their own weight, such as pull-ups. However, in this pull force must now be added the resistance of the silt, which is different from the air resistance of the pull-ups. The babbling and screaming, the shaking of Parapara, the clutter piled up in all directions did not diminish in the slightest, and Jon seemed to be watched.

At this time, I seriously thought about it, maybe there were not only these white bones dead around, but also a large number of people who were about to die. The word "ghost" is not unfamiliar to Yorn, who witnessed the war, that is, the old lady of the Bai family in that war???

I can't be torn apart by the wraith???

Jon frantically swung his hands and grabbed the short knife he had just dropped and plunged into the debris in front of him. Stirring hard, the principle of leverage made his thighs loosen a little, but each struggle of the nature of resistance would be exchanged for the aggravation of the fog and shadows around him. In every sense of the word, if you are surrounded, even if you get out of the white bone scum land that pierces the flesh and skin, and your legs are numb and you can barely go straight, you will definitely not be able to escape the deadly enemy in the air.

The pain of blood loss began to show, and some of the unconscious legs seemed to be no longer there, and as he dug into the ground, Jon did not forget to look up. The smog in the air is more than white. It is also wrapped in some strange shapes of dark green. Probably because of blood loss, Jon's brain fell into a reverie, and his palms just mechanically repeated the digging work.

He remembered a Chinese essay he didn't know he had taught in a boring class a few years ago, in which the author was lying in bed on a summer night looking at the bedtop covers and flying mosquitoes. The white dust of tobacco is poured out to produce all kinds of strange images. It's magical. Jon marveled. The brain gradually lost the idea of thinking, and the buzzing in the ears was like seeing mosquitoes and bedspreads, and the dark green human form lingering in the fog around them. There are so many of them, they come from all directions, they ??? Is it a wraith?

Slowly, Jon, who no longer had the strength to swing his arms, knew that there was a lot of blood from the wound on his thigh, and he should be able to water this mud and dust with a responsible guess, and just when he was groggy and about to be surrounded by various consciousnesses and phantoms, there was a dull roar in the air, like thunder.

But if you listen carefully, you will find that it is not thunder at all, but a human being, who does not know where it came from, is like a huge thunder, and his face is ruddy, and his appearance brings a ray of light, just to repel the surrounding shadows, and I don't know what spell was used, so I pulled the half-unconscious Jon up and dragged him away.

The savior who fell from heaven was none other than the target archmage Alec Redden, who was dressed in a gray robe and a trench coat. It really didn't take much effort to get it, and the dazed Jonn was actually being carried by his belt like a box. His legs were fine, at least the archmage's efforts made him look fine, and the surprise and excitement that his thighs weren't broken, prompted Jon's legs to continue running at the pace of the aged mage, despite the pain.

Why run?

A terrible cry echoed in the passage behind him, not the reserve of a living person, but the debauchery of some unusual life. It was almost impossible to follow the steps of the archmage, they ran for more than ten minutes, and even Jon, who claimed to be the strongest in the ability to do chores, had to bow to the wind, and he actually had to follow the old man out of breath, and he also needed the latter to drag him to run.

As they were thinking, ten minutes later they saw the end of the passage, indeed the end, because there was a towering wall in front of it. Three of the four sides are so smooth, are they in a dead end in the first place, and there is no possibility of even choosing a fork in the road. The wailing behind him was getting closer, and Jon slowed down in anticipation of an impossible net opening, but the archmage was resolute.

"Run!!" Jon had never heard such an urgent voice speak at first, and was a little surprised, perhaps because his speed still hadn't improved, so the old mage changed his language and ran a few times in a row.

But there is no road ahead???

Looking at the old man's face under the hood, the thick beard overlapped with Alai's inherent countenance, making Jon barely noticeable. But with a quick glance back, Jon made a decision at once. Following the pace of the archmage, he didn't stop charging forward at all, and took out the strength to feed, probably in this life, Jon wouldn't work so hard.

"Uh~~~" With a wild roar, Yorn and the archmage approached the stone wall, seeing that the two of them would fall into the high-speed collision and bruise their noses and swollen faces, however??? However???

Nothing happened, the shadows were gone, the darkness was gone, the bones were gone, the haze was gone, the whole space was full of tranquility and serenity, and there was the bright daylight thousands of miles away, and they actually came out!

This is a not very high mountain, how far away from the location of the valley Jorn does not know, how far from the base camp Jorn does not know, looking blankly at the surrounding rocks and trees, as well as the sea of clouds and the scorching sun from the perspective of the distant mountains, the whole world has never been so refreshing.

"You've arrived at your destination, did you see it just now, I asked you what you saw at a glance?" The archmage took off his hood and grabbed it in his hands, folding the corners.

Jon sat on the ground at a loss, he thought for a moment and said, "I see the spirits chasing us, a large number of cavalry and infantry are chasing us, and at the forefront of those soul apparitions is their leader, and that man is ??? That person is ???" The manservant was shocked and couldn't believe his memory, how could it be him, the story told by Archmage Merlin obviously happened a long time ago.

"It's Virgil???" The archmage nodded, agreeing with the answer that Jon couldn't say, the main reason why this kind of thing was able to be carried out in an orderly manner more than ten years ago, and no one discovered this betrayal, was that "using time travel, that traitor experimented with the militarization of the undead at different stages of history, and planned the possibility of war, this is not the first time he has traveled through time and space." (To be continued......)