As such, the skeletal monsters of the forest with sparkled skeletal debris on their bones were not a problem for the rest of the team, and perhaps even qualified to be a nuisance, Urles did not hesitate to focus on their current adventure, the necromantic knight named Karpass.

He knew that one of the differences between Karpas and Asomir, the Lord of the Mists, was that the evil Necroguard would wander randomly around the entire area of the Burning Corpse Forest and around the edges, and according to the analysis of the relevant plot, it was supposed to be searching for lost living people, trying to capture and transform the living who had strayed into the forest area and transform them into his undead soldiers, although that guy's spellcasting ability in this area was really rotten......

"So, do we need to get around the skeletons' patrol routes, Captain?" Stonefist thought cautiously and offered his opinion to Urs, "We can avoid a head-on confrontation before they perceive us." ”

"Mr. Stone Fist's consideration is not unreasonable." Able glanced sideways and nodded at the orc monk, "But I can assure you that the skeletons we have seen at this moment do not pose an effective threat to us, and their weakness is like a lost wild deer being watched by lions. ”

"In that case, let's smash those bone racks to pieces." Koto chewed his mouth, clenched the hammer in his hand and grinded his teeth aggressively, "Their existence is evil, and they deserve to be destroyed!" ”

"And the desecration of life." Miss Poet casually picked up the dwarf's words, her dark purple gaze glancing at the wolf-eared girl's face under the hood.

"But I am not Liv's priest, Raven, though I also respect the goddess of life, who loves all beings." Thea turned her head to meet the dark elf's gaze and whispered to her that her belief in the god was Gazteth, the god of justice, "But...... Of course, whether your plan is to attack head-on or avoid danger, I will fully support your decision, Urs. ”

As the words fell, she turned and looked up, her eyes raised a little, and looked at the young man beside her.

Urs's gaze moved over half of his cheek, knowing that the girl's heart trusted him absolutely, so he smiled at her gently, and then announced to his teammates, "We attack." ”

"Okay, that's what the warriors of the clan are waiting for!" Koto's struggle was immediately in high spirits, and for a moment his volume was almost uncontrollable.

Urs looked at the righteous dwarven warrior, or rather, the prince of the Hearthfire Clan, and then said, "But it's not up to you or me to attack, Koto. ”

"Huh?" The dwarf was stunned.

The hot enthusiasm in his heart seemed to be poured with cold water, suggesting that he was calm, making him feel a little stunned, and then he heard the young man's voice instruct the young man's voice to the warlock lady in the group: "Dorothy, you will take care of those skeletons." ”

"Me?"

Miss Red Warlock was obviously a little surprised, she thought that she would continue to hover on the edge of the tactics of the whole team, after all, her spells were unstable......

She knew this, and so did everyone in the team, but Urs still arranged for her to do so.

The crow looked at her coldly, and a hoarse murmur leaked coldly from the corners of her slightly bracketed mouth and sneered: "The glass-like fragile crystal flower, rather than evaluating the practical value, seems to be more suitable for the existence of ornamental objects." ”

"The fragility of human beings is a defect of the race, but it is also because of this innate defect that it is rich in mental activity." Compared with the sarcasm of the crow, Abel's words are full of rational thought, and then makes a brief comment on Dorothy's hesitation based on his research topic as a mage, "Miss Dorothy, your emotions are out of balance, and the weight of grief is too much on the side of imbalance. In my opinion, try to put aside your sadness, even if it's just for a while, and a relatively calm mood will be beneficial to your spell casting. ”

"I... Try it out. ”

Dorothy lowered her head, gritted her teeth slightly, and then finally raised her ocean-blue gaze to look at the skeleton monsters in the distance of her vision, which had neither seen her group nor completely walked away.

……

A few seconds later –

The monster's perspective, the dry, scorched woodland of the woodland in the dark green and flexible fire seemed like a distorted illusion.

The lower undead have no autonomous will, and act solely on the behest of the higher beings and their subconscious desires, and if the higher beings that govern them do not set their logic of action rigorously enough, or if their soul fire is obviously flawed when they are created, then they will behave as clumsy and sluggish as a living person with a damaged central nervous system.

Like these dazed skeleton patrols.

There were five skeletons, and they were pacing and staggering through the hot and dry woodland in small formations, when they heard a distant whizzing movement beside them—

The sound attracts them. The soul fire in the skeletons' eyes turned to the side with their bones and heads, and the smoky ethereal vision was suddenly covered by a dense barrage net, and countless fist-sized balls of energy light struck them right behind them—precise and powerful, like a series of hammers smashing into the fragile ribs with a torrential attack, and like a torrent of magical energy gathered to overturn them ferociously and rudely.

These bones are scorched by ember-like sparks, how can the brittle skeleton withstand such a strong attack?

They were all pushed to the ground, and the humanoid skeleton instantly turned into a broken shelf of parts and fell to the ground, bits and pieces of slag like a few broken ceramic jars, and the dark green soul fire naturally disappeared like a extinguished lamp, like a wisp of smoke drifting away in the wind—

The footsteps of the crowd stepped over the ground under the smoke one by one, and they walked from a distance to check the results of the sneak attack.

"Well done, Dorothy." Urs confirmed that Miss Warlock's live targets had been violently affected by her magical energy, and then nodded in satisfaction, turning to the red girl who couldn't even believe it was her doing, and gave a thumbs up, "In the future, I will cast spells like this, and believe that you can do it yourself." ”

"Hmm...... Well, okay, I'll keep it in mind. Dorothy gripped her staff lightly, her glazed gaze proving that she really didn't expect her spell to be so powerful after being instructed by the Grey Court Sage.

You know, she just cast a magic missile, huh?

The most basic 1-ring official spell, although the way she cast it was according to the method that Yu Stina instructed herself, first put on the 2-ring spell called "Shield of Madness" for herself, and then simulated the spell effect of the magic missile through the "Na Reckless Spell" of the 1 ring.

"Can I really control the turbulence of magic in my body?" She lowered her head and looked at her palm, the rate of her heartbeat made her breathing a little rapid for a while, "Lord Sage's words are right, the frenzied fluctuations are not my innate curse, but...... My power? ”

Featina told her something she still remembers. Miss Red Warlock remembers vividly that the sage lady in the gray and black dress strictly demanded that she regard the turbulence of magic generated by the frenzied fluctuations as her strength, not as a burdensome curse—just as a general leading an army should think about how to win a beautiful victory rather than worry about the defeat of his soldiers.

Regaining self-confidence is a long process. The momentary joy did not immediately wash away the sorrow and melancholy in Miss Warlock's heart, but it somewhat normalized her mental feelings.

To put it in Abel's inner view, it is that her mood has shifted from extreme sadness to a balanced measure—albeit slightly, but it is always a good sign.

The Mechanic Mage raised his right hand and pressed it into a punch-shaped fist against the chin of the helmet-shaped head, looking at Dorothy's actions with its unique thinking logic. It is full of scholarly curiosity about the emotional evolution of intelligent beings, especially the debate of "whether extremely sad psychological trauma can be completely restored by external forces", so Miss Red Warlock has inadvertently become the object of its inquiry.

After all, as its black cat pet Thoros said, it craves human emotions. There are many reasons why mages embark on the path of exploring magic, some simply yearn for the power of magic, and others want to use the power of magic to fulfill their wishes that cannot be fulfilled by mortals. Yustina had told it in the Grey Courtyard that when it completed its research project, it was the moment when its wish was fulfilled.

"But when I came back, these skeletons of bones had fallen, and where did the horse's hoof footprints we traced go?" Koto stretched out his warhammer to ruffle the scattered bone fragments, his brown beard shaking his jaw along with his mouth, "Didn't Abel say that there was a nightmare beast waiting for us?" ”

"I did make such a guess, His Royal Highness the Prince of the Furnace Fire Clan." Abel admits, "The probability of this speculation being true seems to me high, but it is not absolute. ”

"What's more, there is so much ash in this forest, and the traces of footprints seem to be buried by the ashes on the ground here." Bellinglith pinched her nose and looked around with her little head, "In addition, the air in this place is really dry, and it is strangely hot, and the forest is not like a forest. ”

"So what's next?" Stonefist didn't say much, but the words he asked were always to the point, "Are we going to move on, Captain?" Or is it looking for a place to stop and rest? ”

"Keep going." Urs kicked away a skeletal head scattered at his feet, carrying the crosssword back to his shoulder, and his brown eyes gestured to Bellinglith and Kotor, the team's scouts and their bodyguards.

The Necro Knight Karpas had left a trail at the edge of the Burning Corpse Forest area about half an hour ago, so he himself probably hadn't gone far, and his party might be able to catch up with him soon. The young man thought to himself.

As for the difficulty of the battle, as long as there are no surprises, it is not expected to be too much to worry about.

……

In this way, the Thorn Squad planned their next move, rearranged their formation, and headed towards the depths of the Burning Corpse Forest.

In this way, more than twenty minutes passed imperceptibly in the middle of the journey. After a few easy-to-win battles on the way, Belllith suddenly saw the familiar hoof-like footprints on the dirt floor under her feet more than twenty minutes later, and the woodland trees in that area were more sparse than the places where everyone had walked before, so that the dust left over from the leaves on the ground was correspondingly smaller, as if the "Burning Corpse Forest" had suddenly turned into a "Burning Corpse Wilderness".

"It's kind of like a scene from the Grey Wasteland." Abel's tall man stood among the adventurers, and his deep mechanical voice commented casually.

"The Grey Wasteland?" The little dwarf girl stopped checking the footprints that had reappeared on the ground, and the curiosity in her eyes was suddenly aroused by the mechanical mage, "What kind of place is that, is it similar to the gray courtyard?" ”

"No, the future Grand Magister." The Organist mage denied it.

"Haha, finally someone called me the future Miss Archmage again! I'm so happy, I love the title! ”

The little girl raised her arms happily, and her light brown eyes turned towards the dwarven warrior beside her, and the triumphant eyes seemed to say: "Look, Your Royal Highness, this Mr. Organ Man is much cuter than you, why don't you learn it quickly?" ”

It's a pity that Koto didn't understand her eyes and didn't react to anything......

Instead, Thoros was lying in the head of Abel's helmet, looking at Bellingis through the gap in the blindfold, and his dark mouth couldn't help but sneer, and then whispered to the owner of his structure; "Look, Abel, intelligent beings are so easy to swell, give them a little water to restore the shape of a sponge for you, is such a funny emotion still the treasure you crave?"

"Still." Abel replied without hesitation, and the voice of the answer was transmitted to Soros's mind through the psychic link between the mage and the pet.

Then it sorted out what it knew, and prepared to tell the little dwarf girl about the plane of the "Grey Wasteland" to the little dwarf girl, who seemed to be more curious than a cat, and explained to her that the gray courtyard of Yustina was only a name-like similarity to the neutral and evil lower plane, the former was essentially equivalent to the private residence that the Grey Court Sage had to open up, and the latter was much more complicated.

Whether it is the battlefield of the "bloody war" between the devil and the devil, or the eternal despair that fills every trace of turbid and gloomy air, or the "River Styx" that flows through the top of the wasteland, it is said that the abode of the god of death Des stands on the other side of the long river, and the goddess of evil of Castaño, Lady Ewen, also lives in seclusion in a deeper place, trying to challenge and occupy the "Throne of Resentment" of the "Bone Demon Tower" with her powerful divine power...... Wait a minute.

Wonderful rumors are part of knowledge.

Abel wanted to share his knowledge with his companions - but at that moment, Bellingis's brow suddenly furrowed, and her alert expression clearly realized something, and immediately put her finger to her lips and "shhhhhhhhhhhh

Everyone understood, and they all held their breath, and the atmosphere of the scene suddenly quieted down, and the subtle sound of horses' hooves and armor shaking then reached everyone's ears from far to near......

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