The white, bright light seemed to flicker in front of him, and Ian felt very uncomfortable. But he still didn't open his eyes.

Subconsciously, it was Flynn reflecting the sunlight from the glazed stones by the river - the mischievous elf!

Finally, Ian couldn't help but open his eyes slightly, but immediately frowned and closed them again.

Something reflected the sun's rays, shaking him so much that he couldn't open his eyes. I just wanted to adjust my position to see my surroundings again, but the back of my head slammed into the "floor".

It's not a floor, it's just a plank, and it's still beating. Ian gradually woke up, not throbbing, but jolting.

"Ian, wake up!" was Zandar's voice.

"Giant Soldier Ant...... Engulf...... 10,000 ......" Someone muttered something not far from Ian, and the sound of the wind and horses' hooves around him became clear. It was Mister's voice.

"Mister!" Ian suddenly remembered that he was still fighting, and sat up on the ground.

His eyes were dull, and he couldn't keep up with the speed of his movements, making him dizzy. The scenery around him was rapidly receding, except for Zandar and Mister, who were still beside him—they were all in a carriage. The carriage of the carriage had been cut in half, and there was a ring of broken planks around it, which surrounded them in the middle.

"My sword?" Ian asked his fellow lizardmen in the car, who gestured to his side. There was a severed steel sword, leaning between the ruins of the carriage. What made Ian feel dazzling just now was the sunlight reflected off the sword's body.

He turned his head again and saw a man sitting in the back of the car, probably Mister. He didn't look back, just stared at the direction behind the car in a daze, and still had words in his mouth.

The sound of the wind, horses' hooves, and the cacophony of wheels running over the road drowned out his whispers, and Ian could only hear a few words intermittently, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Mister?" he called out as he tried to focus his gaze on the other, but the latter didn't respond.

"Is he alright?" Ian turned to look at Zandar again.

"It's good that you blocked a sword, and the wound was long, but not deep...... Cutaneous trauma. Zandar said, "He was terrified, though. After getting in the car, it has been like that, chattering endlessly. ”

“...... What is he talking about?" Ian listened intently for a moment, then tilted his head slightly to ask Zandar.

"Curse, it seems like he's constantly trying to summon all sorts of monsters to deal with that guy - I've heard at least seventeen or eighteen different names, and I don't know which one works...... And ......"

"We ...... How did we get out?" Ian hung his head, rubbing his temples and his eyes misty. He found himself completely unable to remember what had happened after that sword encounter.

"I was about to say—" Zandar said, sounding a little weak, "I lifted the seal of reason. ”

When Ian heard this, he looked around, and there was no sign of the empty broken car board.

"And then, what happened?"

"I ...... I don't know. The lizardmen's answer was unconvincing.

"Don't know?"

"I should say not sure...... Yes. Zandar said, "There is no movement in the cage, but there are many monsters and brute beasts around me, I don't know if it has something to do with Snap, or Mister's 'craft'......"

Ian was silent for a moment, then asked, "That guy didn't catch up?"

"The number of those ghosts is staggering, and the 'Grim Reaper' probably can't get out for a while, so we can take advantage of the chaos to escape. ”

Ian looked in the direction of the sun, and the sunlight in the distance seemed to be covered with purple mist, but he didn't care about it now: "Are we heading west?"

"Well," Zandar replied firmly, "we are in too precarious position to leave the Empire first. ”

Ian didn't say anything more. He felt tired, his eyes were sore, and his ears were still buzzing, and he was in a trance. Let Zandar decide, he thought to himself.

I looked at Mister's back and tried to call him again, but the other party still didn't respond. Ian remembered that Zandar said he was injured, so he had to move over and crawl behind Mister.

"Mister. He called out again. The user of the spirit still did not respond, and whispered something in his mouth.

"Hey!" Ian reached out and patted Mister on the shoulder.

It wasn't heavy, but Mister seemed to be frightened, and he shook and jumped to his feet.

He was sitting near the back of the carriage, and the carriage was bouncing so fast across the wilderness that it jumped so violently that he lost his balance. With a shake, Mister fell out of the car.

Ian shouted, and Zandar reined in his horse as he turned back to see Mister rolling down the road.

The two staggered out of the carriage and threw themselves at Mister's side.

A sniff, fortunately, he didn't fall to his death, but there were a few more obvious contusions on his body and face. Mister's eyes were closed, and he seemed to have fainted. Zandar and Ian raised their heads, and one lifted his legs, and carried Mister back into the car. Only then did they realize that the wound on Mister's chest had cracked open again, and blood was dripping all the way as they carried him.

"The secret technique of using psychic powers to heal the druids, do you?" asked Zandar, glancing at Mister.

“...... I hope I will. ”

"After escaping this time, remember to find a druid to study. Zandar half-jokingly said, "The fee can be paid in advance by His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Ian discovers that although the lizardman companion belongs to the cold-blooded animal population, he is still able to remain calm and even humorous in times of crisis, or a combination of the two.

The broken wagon soon restarted, and Ian was busy stopping the bleeding for Mister with a limited strip of cloth and emergency medicine.

But the carriage had not been long in coming, and came to another stop.

"What's going on?!" Ian asked.

Zandar pointed to the road ahead of the carriage: "We were stopped. ”

Ian's confused gaze crossed Zandar and landed on the empty road ahead.

"Zandar, we don't have time for jokes. Ian retorted, "What's holding us back?"

"Take a closer look. "Lizardfolk don't sound like they're joking.

Ian stood up, his hollow, confused eyes suddenly alert. He jumped out of the carriage, walked briskly to the front of it, and then bent down.

On the ground, mottled red blood stains were sprinkled with dots, and there were two wheel prints on the side of the bloodstains, almost exactly like theirs.

He tried to touch the blood with his fingers again, but it was not dry, apparently not long after it had dripped here.

"It was Mister's blood, left behind when we carried him. The lizardman Zandar's voice came from the car.

Ian subconsciously glanced at Mister in the car, where he was still lying peacefully.

"If I hadn't double-checked, I wouldn't have stopped the car for a little blood. Zandar said.

"Double-check?" Ian didn't understand for a moment, "You're saying you can double-check the bloodstain at this speed, before the carriage approaches here?"

"Of course not," Zandar said, "but this is the third time I've seen this bloodstain." He said in an unhurried voice, but Ian could hear the uneasiness in his voice.

"The third time?"

"The third time. ”

"You're saying we're repeating the time on this path?"

Zandar nodded helplessly: "If I'm not mistaken, yes. ”

Ian gasped, he had never heard of such a psychic technique. He looked around, and the bushes, stones, and weeds on the side of the road were all about the same, and he couldn't remember if he had seen them before.

"Damn!" Ian flew up and kicked on a small rock, which rolled into the distance.

The kick was obviously quite hard, and the small stone flew far away without any intention of stopping. Purple mist permeated every inch of the surrounding land, and the sky was still thin, but the sunlight could still penetrate it and cast onto the earth. But the closer you get to the ground, the heavier the purple fog becomes, and the farther away from them, the smaller the visible range to the naked eye. Ian saw the little rock fly out for some distance, and then suddenly disappeared.

He froze, and picked up another small stone—this time throwing it hard into the wilderness on the southern side of the road.

There was a "pop" sound, and the stone hit something hard. By the time the voice came back, Ian had already rushed to the place where it had come from.

He stared blankly at the small stone he had thrown at his feet.

Small stones rested silently on a cluster of cranberry grass. Cranberry grass is a plant that can be found everywhere in the southern part of the empire, and it produces red cranberry fruits, which is nothing special. As long as the environment is suitable, this plant can grow at will and survive well, so it is very common and common. The only characteristic is that the grass leaves are luxuriant, clustered on the ground, and the stems and leaves are very thick.

Ian stared at the boulder for a long time, then turned sharply and ran towards Zandar and the carriage.

"To the west!" he shouted, jumping into the carriage.

Zandar looked at him suspiciously, "Haven't we been heading west?"

"No, Zandar—" Ian muttered, "I don't know which direction we're heading. ”

"Did you break your head?" the lizardman couldn't agree with his companion's madness, "it's enough to have a riddle master on our team, and that guy is already lying down!" Zandar complained.

"We're in the field, damn it. Ian said, "In the realm of the 'Grim Reaper'!"

Zandar looked around and didn't speak for a long time. Everything was so real that he couldn't convince himself that even these vast landscapes were illusions known as "realms" in legend.

"We ...... What to do?" he asked.

"I don't know, I can only try. Ian said, holding the broken sword in his hand.