"Mr. McLean, the head of the family has already asked the old butler to order, although there are still several teams exploring the fog area, but they are only limited to the outer areas......"

At present, Maca has settled in one of the largest Blois family camps in the vicinity of Kent, and the head of the camp is recounting him with some details of the scene.

After all, even if Willy's father and the old housekeeper would share the information sent back from here with him, the actual situation at the scene would be quite different from the reported information after all.

"Well, I already understand the general situation," Maca said, standing at the door of a tent in the camp, looking at the capable witch in front of her and nodding, "Anyway, let's go and withdraw all the teams that are still exploring!" And then...... Inform all camp leaders to be ready for at least the next ten hours to evacuate at any time, or even evacuate, until I return. ”

As she said this, Maca seemed to consider some possibilities again, and paused before continuing:

"By the way, after I go in for a while, there may be some 'bigger' movements inside, remember not to think about sending someone to check!"

"Oh, of course!" When the Blois witch heard this, she immediately nodded and said, "We also know about the battle between Mr. McLean and the ancient wizard Helmo before—it is obviously not a scene that we can easily interfere in. So, if there are no other requirements for the time being, I'm going to have someone convey your meaning to all the camps? ”

Maca thought for a moment, and suddenly gestured:

"There you go! Nothing else. ”

Watching the other party leave in a hurry, and preparing as he said, Maca stopped and walked alone towards the gray mist that stood like a high wall.

On the way through the camp, many of the wizards of the Blois family subconsciously stopped and looked back at his departing back as he passed by him.

To be honest, whether Maca herself is self-conscious or not, his name has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of many people in this era.

"When will this disaster be over?"

"Who knows? I don't think even Mr. McLean will be able to answer your question. ”

"Well, I just feel that no matter what the end result is, the world ...... It's going to be a big change......"

Behind Maca, many people couldn't help but whisper, until someone came urging them to hurry up and do something.

……

As Maca had seen not so long ago in the photographs that had been sent to Fort Blois.

The fog in Kent was incredibly thick, much thicker than the grey fog that had enveloped London in the first place, making it very invisibility.

However, compared to the moment when the fog first burst with the explosion, it was now noticeably thinner.

Maca paced down a path and slowly walked forward, expanding her perception of the magic of the outside world as she went, allowing herself to gradually adapt to the flow of magic here.

After all, even if Helbo is currently in a period of serious injury, it will not be very easy to come to his home stadium to trouble him.

"Hmm...... This lifeless magical reaction...... Is it true that the living corpses have been congregating in the towns near the center of the Mist Zone? ”

Maca sensed the magic fluctuations that came from a certain direction, and couldn't help but make a rough estimate according to the map.

"Not Canterbury, it's closer than that...... It should be near the town of Charing. ”

Following the direction of the mana fluctuations, he quickly determined the first place he was going to next. However, he couldn't just go over now, because he had to wait at least until the teams that were still exploring the fog were safely withdrawn.

Because once you meet Helbo guy too early, those elite teams specially sent by Fort Blois will probably become victims immediately.

So, after setting her goal, Maca continued to follow the path as if aimlessly.

It looks like it's supposed to be a small road in the countryside, with weeds and trees as far as the eye can see. As he walked along the road, he felt that his surroundings were quiet, and there was no sound except for his own footsteps.

At this time of year, it is unreasonable that there is not even the slightest insect chirping in the field. It's just that in this already weird and very strange fog, no matter how unreasonable the situation is, it seems to become unsurprising.

And as Maca continued to go deeper, about half an hour passed...... Suddenly, as he was about to travel through a very small town, he heard something strange.

In such silence...... In an environment that can even be called "dead silence", the figure that should have been small suddenly seemed quite abrupt. And the abrupt sound seemed to come from a house in this town.

At this point, Maca finally left the road she had been walking along and followed the movement towards the streets of the town.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

It was a regular series of crashing sounds, and mixed in with the sound of a pet dog scratching the door. It wasn't long before Maca stopped in front of a house with a yard.

"This is it," Makawu nodded to himself, "yes...... It must be one or two low-level living corpses that are trapped, right? ”

"Squeak-"

He reached out and gently pulled the iron fence door open, making a slightly harsh creaking sound.

Perhaps because of the abundance of open spaces in the countryside, people here have built their homes very large, and almost always have a clearing attached to it as a yard.

Maca walked through the clearing, not trying to get in through the main entrance of the house, which had already been smashed and apparently unable to hold back the living corpses.

I saw him go around the house and go around to the backyard of the family's house. You can see that there is a lot of firewood stacked against the wall, and there are a few axes on the tool rack, and the "bang" sound comes from under a flap door next to the tool rack.

"Oh, it's a cellar, that monster won't get out-"

Maca stepped forward, lifted the door with a wave of her hand, and looked down. But in the next moment, he stared at the scene in the cellar and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Tsk, what an unpleasant scene...... he muttered in a low voice, "so it seems that no matter how heavy my sins are, they cannot be compared with someone like Helmaugh!" ”