"This is the easiest and hardest of the three trials, the Hall of Fear. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Reaching the door of one of the rooms, Sophia paused to explain to the group.

"As a master of illusion, Archmage Salonros has the ability to destroy his enemies not only to create these miraculous arts, but also to destroy his enemies!"

"Here, we face the fear in our hearts. Only by overcoming one's own heart can one be eligible for the reward of the archmage, otherwise one will be depressed or even lost in this amplified fear. ”

"Since everyone faces different dangers, my mentor didn't give us much advice, so we had to rely on ourselves."

"Although this is the only trial where there is no direct danger to life, but that was before, because of the presence of the archmage, even if you are lost in the illusion, you will be rescued in time."

"Now the archmage has long since fallen...... Again, the only thing we can rely on is ourselves. ”

As soon as the words fell, Sophia's delicate arm pressed against the gate, and as wisps of magic surged, the inscription on the gate gradually bloomed brighter and brighter: "Remember, don't be knocked down by yourself!" ”

The light quickly became dazzling, and everyone couldn't help but close their eyes, and almost instantly, Sophia's solemn instructions remained in their ears, but Ryan already sensed that something was wrong.

The air became dry, the temperature rose noticeably, and a gentle breeze caressed the face, brushing the clumps of weeds as there was a slight response.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ryan stared blankly at everything in front of him.

He had lost his companions, the afternoon sky was full of scorching sun, and the grass of Pingchuan was directly exposed to it, and the never-ending breeze could not drive away the heat around him.

This place...... The Dark Fields?!

Although there was no reference, the name inevitably came to Ryan's mind. Almost instantly, despite being exposed to the sun, Ryan's forehead was oozing cold sweat.

Just because, this place is the place where he ends and begins.

Soon, a cloud of other colors gradually appeared at the end of a green field, and a team of dozens of people marched mightily forward.

After a moment's hesitation, Ryan raised his feet and ran towards them.

"You know what? Mirko was originally just a mortal, but later due to the appreciation of the contemporary god of death, Jecob, he received a part of the divine power of death, and then became a god with powerful divine power. A stout barbarian seemed to be unable to resist the loneliness of a long journey, and grabbed the bearded dwarven assassin beside him, and analyzed the target of the operation in a straightforward manner.

"I've heard that gods can sense by mortals calling their names, aren't you afraid of revealing our whereabouts?" Although he knew that the man behind this body was somewhat intelligent, the muscles outside the naked body were bigger than his own head, and the well-developed limbs gave everyone the impression of a simple mind, but now the seriousness of his face made the dwarf almost laugh.

"That was before." The big hand scratched his cheek, and the barbarian's smile looked extremely innocent, "Now that the gods have fallen to the mortal world, then there is still the ability and mood to pay attention to us mortals!" ”

"But have I heard that every god has an artifact that transcends mortals, and it seems that Mirko is a warrior? Haha, if it's a two-handed sword, I'll definitely try what it's like to have a big windmill! ”

"Dream your dreams!" Interrupting the other party's sweet dreams mercilessly, the dwarf's thick fingers flew like butterflies, and the pitch-black dagger kept jumping, but even under the scorching sun, it seemed to loom, "I heard that the god of death is a wanderer, and the artifact he uses is a pair of daggers with instant death effects...... Barbarian, don't say that my brother doesn't take care of you, when I get the artifact, I will definitely poke you twice to see if you have water in your toughness. ”

"! Even if it's an ordinary human-sized dagger, you can only make a short sword.,A boss of God's level.,To say the least, it's more than large, right? Can you handle it? ”

"Why can't you hold it? Wouldn't it be enough to reforge it? Don't forget that I'm a grandmaster blacksmith! ”

"Reforge the artifact? Hahaha......"

The thunderous laughter spread far away, and the other players around him silently stayed away, and the dwarf who was questioned in front of him covered his ears tightly and walked up to the barbarian with a hideous face: "Bastard! A pair of artifacts is better than one! ”

"Ouch! You little bastard dare poke me! See if I don't twist you into a twist......"

The bodies of a large and a small collided in this way, but what was surprising was that the dwarves were able to wrestle with the barbarians without losing the wind, of course, the possibility of the latter being left behind could not be ruled out.

"Okay, don't mess around."

A deep voice suddenly came from the front, the crowd dispersed, stopped scuffling, and the embarrassed two looked up in unison.

I saw a black horse with its feet on the blazing flames slowly approaching, its scarlet eyes like clouds, like a dream. To be precise, this is not a horse.

Pets from the abyss, Nightmare!

"Mirko was a spellcaster and a lich before he became a god." Nightmare's majestic back, a casually seated figure hidden beneath an elaborate cloak and mysterious hood.

In the distance, Ryan, who was hiding in the grass, forcibly uprooted the weeds in his hand, and he was so familiar with the equipment that he could even recite the attributes word for word. Soon, though, there was an unbelievable and unfamiliar feeling in his eyes.

The man slowly lifted his hood, revealing not the blonde and blue-eyed western face that Ryan remembered, the soft black bundle of hair, and the eyes like the night sky, this person was obviously himself!

His eyes widened, and Ryan almost exclaimed.

This feeling, like looking in the mirror, weird? It doesn't seem like enough!

That's right, this person, with Ryan's exact face, is not in his past life, but now.

"So you guys just give up, even if you have an artifact, you weak scum who don't have the ability to cast spells, where do you have the confidence to rob the master?!" The exaggerated laughter made the faces of the two people who were scuffling together full of black lines, and what made people even more helpless was that the mage glanced around, then approached them, and whispered with an extremely obscene expression: "Whisper to you, the DKP of all the spellcasters in this group is not as high as me......"

"I'll rub!" The two of them looked at each other in surprise, and then both raised their middle fingers, and after seeing each other's faces gloomy, they immediately changed their thumbs up.

"The head of the regiment is really an old treacherous ...... Ahem, foresight......"

"Who called me the head of the regiment? Aha...... "The black-haired wizard is not as steady as he looks like, and after receiving the unobtrusive praise from the members, he is still happy and carried away."

"Alas, I knew I had chosen a mage too."

"If you want, I can help you be reborn, for free."

……

When Nightmare returned to the front of the team again, the two big and small enemies couldn't help but fight again, but due to the 'shock' of the previous group leader, it was obviously a lot more restrained.