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"What am I going to do?" "I'm not doing anything, I'm just going to do what I can to help the Hannah warriors who are about to be alone against a horde of filthy creatures." ”

"Who said I was going to fight the filthy creatures...... "Hannah's face changed suddenly, and a dead gray appeared on his face, "You hateful creature, you ...... You want me to die! ”

Gordon's bland words just now sounded to Hannah's ears as terrifying as the death knell from the land of the dead.

Gordon didn't say anything more, and he finally blessed Hanna with an illusion.

This Zero Ring spell is capable of producing a sound equivalent to the volume of four ordinary people at the will of the caster.

Very inconspicuous, but at some point, very useful spells.

This time, Gordon's voice that let the illusion come out of Hannah's body was "Hit me, hit me, hit me!" This is a very unscrupulous sentence.

The phrase played over and over from Hannah, making him the most sarcastic bait.

Gordon glanced at the dwarf and Ronald, and the two immediately understood, lifting Hannah, who was still trying to struggle, high up and throwing him out. The two of them wielded their good strength attributes to the fullest, their bodies flashed with colorful magical aura, and their bald heads kept ringing and screaming, and they were thrown straight into the filthy biota.

The filthy creatures, who acted only on instinct, were immediately attracted to Hannah, and swooped down on them like layers of black waves.

Hannah burst into a high-pitched scream and vicious curses.

"Hopefully, those protective spells will help Mr. Hannah last a little longer." Gordon said without sympathy, and then ran in the direction of the shelter with his companions of Lucky Coins.

Sarandor and his party, who ran ahead, witnessed Hannah being captured and then thrown into the filthy biota as bait. He gritted his teeth in anger and wanted to return and kill all seven of the lucky coins.

He didn't care about Hannah's death, but Gordon's behavior was simply a naked mockery of him.

However, in the face of the threat of the fierce fog, Sarandor still suppressed the anger in his heart, and made his way all the way, finally coming to the shelter.

It is a two-story domed building with an area of about 2,000 square meters, and it was a high-class hotel in the distant days when the city of Tanzawa was still prosperous.

At this time, a light blue shield had been erected on the outside of the hotel. It's a place for all adventurers to see, like an island in the sea, an oasis in the desert.

Sarandor led Ji'er into the door, and there were already many adventurers in the lobby of the hotel.

The Warlock and Miss Jin of the Phoenix family led a group of subordinates, and just walked into the shelter with the front foot, Lucky Coin and his party also arrived at the shelter with the back foot.

When the body passed through the pale blue shield, it rippled like water waves, and this wonderful feeling made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Whew...... Finally caught up. The dwarf sat on the ground, gasping for air.

The half-body said to himself with palpitations: "It's okay, it's okay, otherwise if you die in the fierce fog like this, wouldn't the wealth you found during this adventure have no life to spend?" I guess Lady Waujin hates that too. ”

Captain Ronald thanked Tymorrah, the goddess of luck, as always, and the priestess Cynthia took out the kettle, took a sip, then moistened her handkerchief, and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

It's Sierra that is the most laid-back. The little ranger's eyes widened, and she watched the fierce fog outside get closer and closer, engulfing all the nearby buildings, and finally firmly wrapped the light blue shield.

The outside world has turned red, and beyond that, you can't see anything.

After resting for a while, they walked into the building.

At that time, when the inn was still in operation, it was mainly in the natural style of the forest, and although it was a stone building, the ceiling, walls, and floors inside were all paved with beautiful and durable wooden planks. To this day, it still retains much of its former appearance.

Scattered around the hall were more than a dozen round tables made of huge tree trunks with a diameter of more than four meters, and the adventurers who had entered the shelter to avoid the fog sat around the round tables in groups of three or five or a dozen people.

As soon as Gordon walked in, he saw Sarandor standing not far away, staring straight at him.

When the warlock saw Gordon appear at the door, he immediately walked over, with an unkind look and a prickly speech: "You killed Hannah, which upset me. I'll keep it in writing, mage. ”

Gordon snorted and said, "I'm going to pay you back the same thing, and I haven't paid off the stone wall account just now." Hanna is just a little interest I charge first. ”

The two went toe-to-toe, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this time, the surrounding adventurers all saw the situation of the students at the door, and immediately several people who looked like the leaders of the adventure group came over.

"Two, this is not a good time to fight." A middle-aged white man with a slender figure and a sword hanging from his waist said. He stood at the end, separating Gordon from Salando.

On the other side, a giant axe warrior with a tall figure and shoulders wider than the door panel said: "I warn you, wait for the fierce fog to stop, roll outside and fight casually, Lao Tzu is too lazy to care." But if you don't know each other now and want to do it, don't blame me for being ruthless with the axe in my hand! ”

The circle that kept the shield running was carved on the floor of the lobby, emitting a faint cyan glimmer and magical fluctuations. This primary circle, combined with small secondary circles scattered across the walls of the building, form a complex and sophisticated defense system against the attacks of the mist.

If you fight indoors, causing the circle to break and the shield to fail, that's the end of it.

So over the years, the adventurers in the Danze Ruins have formed a conventional rule: no matter what deep hatred or indelible feud, when hiding in the shelter from the fierce fog, they must endure and forbid private fights, otherwise they will be attacked by a group.

As for leaving the shelter after the fog is over, then you will fight and die casually, and absolutely no one cares.

"Let's go, mage. When the fog clears, if this bastard wants to make trouble, our lucky coins will be with you! The bard walked up to Gordon and patted him on the shoulder.

If it weren't for Gordon's fossil as a mud spell just now, the lucky coin would have been completely destroyed by the stone wall in Sarando, not only Gordon, but the others were also full of hostility towards the warlock, and they held their breath in their hearts.

If it weren't for the situation, perhaps the grumpy Glago would have taken the lead in charging with a dwarven tomahawk.

After an unpleasant meeting, the two groups separated. The lucky coin group found a large round table in the corner and settled down for the time being.

With some water and food, everyone finally recovered from the Great Jedi Escape.

"How long will this fog last?" Gordon's first visit to the Tanze Ruins had never experienced such a thing.

Ronald wiped the spear and said, "I don't know, the duration of the fierce fog varies from three days to a week. The only thing we can do is wait quietly for this damn red mist to clear. ”

In the days that followed, the fog never lifted, and the Lucky Coin Squad could only stay in the shelter and not go anywhere.

In addition to reading books and studying the notes of the captain of the flying battleship, Adonis, Gordon spends his free time chatting with his companions of Lucky Coin or teasing Serra and enjoying the little girl's coquettishness to him.

The days in the shelter were quiet and boring, and the time came to the evening of the fourth day.

"It's already seven o'clock, it's dinner time, why hasn't the pear come back yet?" Gregor divided the prepared food into plates and brought it to the table, and he glanced at the hourglass, where there was one less person in the room.

The shelter was formerly a hotel, and naturally there was no shortage of rooms. Even if there were many adventurers who were hiding from the fog, they still only occupied less than half of the room.

The living environment is barely spacious and comfortable, at least much better than the wind-blown and mosquito-infested wilderness, but because it is shrouded in red mist, light cannot penetrate it, so the people in the shelter cannot distinguish day and night without an hourglass as a reference.

The six of them each took their food and sat down in a random place in the room. The orange glow of a few candles illuminated them.

"Oh, candlelight dinner, it's romantic." The belated halfling walked into the house and couldn't help but quip.

"What's so romantic about having a lavish dinner alone with your lover by candlelight, rather than a large group of people huddling together to nibble on bread and drink broth." Serra muttered, and the little tiger bit down a piece of jerky fiercely. Trapped in a dimly lit shelter these days, the lively little girl is depressed.

"Hey......" The dwarf gave Gordon a meaningful look, then turned his gaze to Serra. This bearded man with a happy nature is in a very good mood as always. In fact, as long as there is stock in the sac, there is no time for the dwarves to be depressed.

"Miss Serra, do you mean to let us go so that you and your mage brother can have room to ourselves?" The dwarf smirked. When he said the words "Brother Mage", he also pinched his throat and deliberately imitated Serra's voice.

"Bearded, if you talk nonsense, be careful that I will quietly prick your wine bag at night!" Serra stared at the dwarf's sac hanging from his cowhide belt and smiled evilly.

Gordon smiled, accustomed to the bickering between the little girl and the dwarf. He asked, "Sour Pear, did you get any new information this afternoon?" ”

Sour Pear showed a smug expression: "Basically, I have figured out the situation of Sarandor's group." ”

Jir Phoenix has a Sun Elf Slate on her body, and Sarandor has a deep relationship with herself and Lucky Coins. Both sides live in a shelter because of the fog. Although they don't communicate with each other, it is necessary to quietly probe each other's details.