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As the sunset sank into the critical line between the sky and the sea on the distant side, the orange sunset was gradually engulfed by the dark night, and the dark sky naturally turned dark with the gloomy atmosphere little by little, and the pale silver moonlight fell from the high sky through the clouds, but could not break through the fog like a lid.

The hazy fog still covered the trail of the limestone peaks and the entire island at the foot of the rocky mountain range.

After the meeting with the Grey Court Sage, Urs and his party once again experienced the wonderful feeling of entering the Grey Courtyard, as if they were just blinking their eyes normally, and the scene around them changed back to a foggy mountain path in an instant, as if a rehearsal play had been stopped by the playwright, and then the stage was changed, and the timeline of the play continued.

Abel said goodbye to its mentor and left the gray subdimensional space with the black cat pet on his shoulder to officially join the crowd on their journey. Naturally, Urs welcomed the Orthodox Mage's accession, and continued the group's journey along the same route that the Grey Court Sage had told everyone before he said goodbye.

Leaving the path along the mountain path of the limestone peak, and relying on Xia's northward pointing technique at the entrance of the mountain path as a reference for the direction, the group then headed towards the southwest of the island, planning to bypass the most central area of the island and go to the area called the Burning Corpse Forest.

The central area of the Misty Isle has not been visited in the decades since the town of Rolle was established, and even if brave explorers have run to explore it, they have never been able to return to the town, so the townspeople have rumored that there is a huge portal in the middle of the island, and the thick fog that has been spreading on the island all year round is coming out of that door, and those who go to explore it have strayed into the other side of the door, and thus are trapped in the unknown alien world.

As someone who had seen a lot of things, Urs knew that this unfounded rumor was pure nonsense, but it was true that the middle of the island was an inaccessible and dangerous area, after all, he knew that something that existed there was actually the cause of the thick fog.

About the name of that thing-

"Lord of the Mist...... Asomir" The young man carried the greatsword on his shoulder, and his past memories told him that the root of the mist was actually the existence of the wild boss creature, and the so-called King of the Mist was not only its name, but also explained to those who knew about it that its identity was related to the fog.

Assomir was once the name of an anemolin lord, who is said to have been summoned to the main material plane by an evil mage for his research experiments, and then forcibly accepted to merge with several other elemental creatures. The evil mage attempted to create an elemental slave who obeyed him, but unexpectedly, the wind elemental lord who fused with several other elemental creatures transformed into a powerful fog elemental monster.

Reborn in the magical experiments of elemental fusion, Assomyr lost herself and fell into eternal madness, killing the evil mage on the spot and unleashing a steady stream of mist that engulfed the island. It is a 4o level leader field boss that still wanders in a basin in the central region of Misty Isles, ruthlessly killing any intelligent creature that dares to emerge from the fog and approach it.

Under Castano's power system, level 4o is the watershed between the top of mortals and the mortal realm, for example, after the dragon vein mage Victedo crossed the threshold of that watershed, he is a level 41~45 mortal mage, and the Gray Court Sage Yu Stina, who is also a member of the Origin Blood Secret Party, is even stronger at the first level, and when measured by the concept of data, it is in the legendary realm of the 46~5o range.

Confident that his self-knowledge would remind him to keep his sanity before his mind broke, Urs took a curving path around the central part of the island, just as he had led the group from the town of Rolle to Limestone Peak.

As she made a detour past the edge of the central area of the island, the silver priest girl moved her ears, and her two furry ears inadvertently caught the young man's words to herself, and then subconsciously turned her head and asked softly, "What's wrong, Urs?" ”

"Oh, nothing."

The young man came back to his senses and looked sideways at Xia's amber eyes, interrupting his thoughts and shifting his thoughts to hers.

The two of them walked very closely, both in the middle of the formation, and less than half a meter next to the big shoulder was the girl's small shoulder. Urs looked sideways at the silver girl, her face flushing faintly under his gaze that lasted for a few seconds, and the two white wolf ears that came out of the silver already had a new meaning in the young man's eyes.

Asmo - The opposite of Tieflin, usually on the side of the light of the gods and demons.

To be honest, if it weren't for Yu Stina's prompting, he probably wouldn't have imagined that Xia actually had the blood of a beast angel in her body, no wonder the magical positive energy she cast through divine magic had such a lethal effect on an undead monster of the same level as everyone else.

Urs looked into her eyes, the pair of amber eyes—the angel's eyes were the color of gold, and amber was the fading of gold from a certain angle, a small detail that he hadn't even noticed.

But it seems to make sense that Thea miraculously recovered from a near-death injury after that night. The young man thought to himself. The Beast Angel's bloodline comes with a very useful trait that allows characters with that trait to resist death only once a day, and once the character's health is reduced to O, it will forcibly keep the last 1 point and gain a slow self-healing effect that lasts for a long time, which is generally a bit like a combined version of the "Endure Death" specialty and the "Regeneration" trait.

But of course, the young man, though he had been thinking about many things in his mind during the time since he had left the grey courtyard, the second piece of advice given to him by Yustina was in any case quite perplexed and incomprehensible to him, so that he could not help thinking about the meaning of the sentence every time he walked while he had not yet found his own party in the battle of the journey.

The sage lady in the grey and black dress admonished him at the time: "Second piece of advice—beware of Erdon. ”

"As you know, Erdon is the zombie king of Byron Tas, who mysteriously united the Black Knight Duchy of the Hill of Mourning, the vampires of the Blood Moon Castle, and the ghoul legion of the Decayed Valley, and became crowned king in one fell swoop."

"Erdon's wisdom and courage, and even his bizarre background, are far beyond your imagination, and you will lead your party in a future war to face the terrifying assault that the zombie king has brought to the Winter Fortress with your loyal Earl of the Northland and future best friend, Kevin Stun."

"The outcome of that war will determine the fate of the entire Emerald Bay, so you must be vigilant as an existence that is far more terrifying than demonic creatures, and keep in mind that he, as the undead king of Byron Tas, knows more about the Golden Warbler Empire than anyone else in this era."

"As if your empire once belonged to him......"

As if it once belonged to him......

Urs pondered the words of the counsel, especially the last of the sage's second counsel. The rising Byron Tas and the declining Golden Oriole Empire will eventually explode in the plot chapter of Sunset, such a plot naturally has an indelible impression in the depths of his mind, and he also understands that the human kingdom has lost that cruel war in his previous life, and has since completely collapsed and disintegrated, so that the players of the defeated camp must prepare for the arrival of the eternal dark havoc chapter in a very harsh survival environment.

In his previous life, he had been one of the human warriors on the battlefield of the Northlands, witnessing the fall of the Winter Fortress and the fall of the Armored City, the black-armored knights riding skeletal horses sweeping through the streets of the city, and the marks of the iron hooves trampled on the mottled and tattered Imperial flags, like the disintegrating rays of high-ranking corpse witches lined up under the command of a lich general.

That kind of memory...... If you want to experience it again, young people are sure that something is definitely wrong with their brains.

As a result, he took his second piece of advice very seriously to Yustina, and although the outbreak of the war was still a few months away from the expected moment, it provided him with time to prepare and plan to go to the depths of the underworld to find the legendary "Ring of the Warbler" according to the instructions of the Grey Court Sage.

The scout-and-escort duo of Bellinglith and Kotor were at the front of the pack as they had been when they had gone out from Rohr to Limestone Peak. The little dwarf girl was beautiful all the way, and the corners of her mouth outlined upwards like a crescent moon for a few seconds even almost smirked as if her IQ was damaged, and a drop of saliva that seriously affected her personal image flowed out......

"Hey, little girl, are you okay?" Seeing that she looked like she had been charmed, Koto couldn't help but be a little worried, and hurriedly raised his guard to ask her if she was okay.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." The little dwarf girl came back from the secret joy that was about to float up, and quickly straightened her waist, the corners of her wet mouth made a hissing inhalation sound, and her light brown eyes glanced at the dwarf lively, "Ah of course, if you are willing to call me 'future Miss Magister', then I will be better, hehe......"

"Well... Girl. ”

"It's not a little girl, it's the future--Archmage-Miss!"

"Okay, okay little girl, do as you say."

"I-"

Bellinglis's cheeks puffed out slightly, her big lively eyes froze for a moment, and then she stared a little disapprenantly at the dwarven's face under the helmet and above the beard, her innocent expression almost constantly staring at a hole in her pupils—if her gaze had a magical power similar to that of a scorching ray.

"Forget it, you better call me a little girl." After a while, the future Grand Magus was finally defeated by the dwarf's greeting expression, sighed in frustration and waved at him, and then stabilized the magic guide in her arms, and shifted her energy back to her scout work, and the only good impression she had left was that the other party promised to find an opportunity to make a bucket of honey peaches for herself to eat.

She cried and complained in her heart, how could this living dwarf prince be so far from the story image in the fairy tale...... As everyone knows, the dwarf prince of the Hearthfire clan is also full of puzzlement, secretly thinking that the warriors of the clan and this kind of professional who is called a magic guide technician seem to have as much difficulty as talking to a mage......

Suddenly, he raised his hand holding the warhammer and rubbed his fist against his helmet, but he cared more about another thing than this, that is, the "unparalleled wisdom casserole" Xiao Meng that he carried with him behind the Mithril full body armor - according to some of his recovered memories, it seems that he has not been blessed by the goddess of fire?

Such a conclusion was like a bolt from the blue for the dwarven warriors!

Therefore, before he left the gray courtyard with the rest of the team, he asked Yu Stina this question with a hint of expectation: "Is Xiao Meng really just an ordinary pot?" In fact, she has no soul of her own, and she has never been favored by the Hearthing Mother? ”

In response to the question of the dwarven warrior, the Sage Lady of the Grey Courtyard smiled softly and replied gently, "Xiao Meng has a soul of his own, but its soul cannot be embodied in the ordinary main material plane, and only when you travel to the Sigil City in the center of the multiverse in the more distant future, in that idealistic place of spirit and faith, can you have the opportunity to reach formal communication and exchange with its soul." ”

"The Sigil City of the Multiverse Center...... Well, the warriors of the clan have made a note of this place! Koto muttered to himself, and secretly decided, "One day I will find a way to go to that city, and wait until all the things that need to be done are done!" ”

As for all the things that should be done, for the dwarf, it naturally contains the lofty ideal of reviving the clan, after all, he now remembers that he is actually the prince of the clan, and the highland dwarf with a united nature never shirks the burden of responsibility.

At the same time, the crow and the stone fist remained at the end of the line, and the black-robed Miss Poet remained silent with the orc monk beside her, the former still not knowing what she was thinking under the pitch-black hood, or rather she thought of nothing, but simply enjoyed the delicacies that the so-called destiny had arranged for her during the adventure, whether it was as sweet as honey, as spicy as fire, or as bitter as a chrysanthemum.

Unlike the latter, it was as if he had really turned into a golem that couldn't laugh, and with a serious expression, he pondered the advice that the Gray Court Sage had told him, asking him to only carry out his ideals to the end during his spiritual journey.

What does that mean? Carry out your ideals to the end? Isn't my pursuit of order-abiding faith firm and persistent enough? Or will your faith be put to the test on the journey ahead? The orc monk asked himself in confusion.

Dorothy walked behind Urs and Thea, ahead of the Crow and Stonefist, and the new mechanical mage Abel.

Soros lay on Abel's shoulder and slept lazily. The organizer's large hand stroked the black tomcat's curled back, smoothing his hair.

Miss Red Warlock held the staff in her hand, her ocean-blue eyes raised her lowered gaze to look at it, but her eyes happened to match the two red points of light on her helmet-shaped head, and then reflexively lowered her head back to her feet.

She didn't know why she was doing it, but she seemed to be so afraid of looking at people since her father had said such excessive words to herself that night, and her pretty face seemed to have forgotten how to smile in addition to melancholy pessimism......

Able looked at her calmly, this warlock lady who was not inferior to her mentor in the light theory of appearance caused a trace of doubt in its heart in the eyes of the machine man mage, and made it think for a few seconds with its own unique thinking logic, and then asked aloud:

"Miss Dorothy?" ()

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