An ethereal and eerie laugh kept coming from the mist, as if a frivolous woman was laughing at the lost who were scrambled in the mist, and the phantom that had been split in half by Gawain's sword had indeed vanished, but in the next moment, it had reassembled in another part of the mist.

This fog of resentful spirits...... He was sane!

Realizing this, Hetty felt a slight cold sweat break out on her forehead.

The fog first made an unconscious illusion, so that everyone thought that the situation was not so critical, and tried to seek a chance to break through, but in the process, as time passed, everyone's physical strength would be continuously weakened by the fog, and by the time Gawain and his party really began to break through, everyone's state must have been damaged to varying degrees - at that time, the resentful spirit in the fog suddenly attacked, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

But perhaps it's the undead-like creature's inherent deficiency in sanity, the chuckle coming from the fog that destroys its (or their) own trap.

But even so, the situation is still bad.

It is difficult for ordinary soldiers to play a role in the face of such strange enemies, and they can only rely on the tenacity tempered by their daily tempering to resist the malice and fear that constantly seeps out of the fog, and Betty, who has no combat effectiveness, is the first to be protected to the center of the team. The scorching heat swelled on the steel longsword in Byron's knight's hand, and he used this sword to continuously dispel the ubiquitous cold and cut off the countless phantom arms that stretched out of the mist, and under his protection, Hetty and Rebecca could have a relatively stable casting environment.

Hetty chanted incantations and used a variety of low-level support spells to weaken the power of the surrounding mist, but Rebecca's attack was much simpler and more brutal - she wielded her staff, and the magic she unleashed was only one from beginning to end - fireball.

Fireballs of all sizes flew from Rebecca's staff head into the mist, causing a series of explosions, but the effect was really not good: the flames did have a certain restraint effect on undead creatures, but the wraith fog was a very special thing, it was thin and wide, there were no entities that could withstand the damage of the explosion, and a fireball exploded in the mist, and most of its lethality would be lost.

"Don't use fireballs!" Gawain noticed Rebecca's fighting style and hurriedly reminded in a loud voice, "Use a wide range of spells - the power doesn't need to be too big, the range must be large!" Otherwise the fog will scatter all attacks! ”

Rebecca exclaimed, "But I can only use fireballs!" ”

Gawain was taken aback: "What?!" ”

"Rebecca can only use fireballs!" Hetty's voice was almost a little angry, "After five years of learning, you will know this trick!" ”

Rebecca's face flushed, annoyed by her stupidity in her magical abilities, and she gathered her powerful magic together, almost using her strength to restrain it into a spell model, and then with a wave of her staff, a basin-sized ...... The fireball flew towards the densest part of the fog.

Epiphany of urgency to break through the earth-shattering counterattack and the like, does not exist.

This far beyond the standard fireball technique caused a far beyond the standard explosion, and even the fog in front of everyone became a little thinner, but almost in the next moment, the gap in the fog was refilled, and to make matters worse, Gawain suddenly heard a roar full of fear and anger coming from behind him.

A clan warrior's eyes were blood-red, and the negative power transmitted by the mist of resentful spirits finally completely crushed the soldier's soul, and the damage to his soul was immediately manifested in his body: his skin quickly turned shriveled and pale like air-dried parchment, and his whole body went crazy with his howl, and he raised his sword high and began to slash wildly, as if he were enemies of life and death on all sides.

The other two fighters in the vicinity reacted immediately, and after dodging the indiscriminate attacks of the other side, they rushed up and held down the poor guy who had gone crazy.

The soldier who was held down struggled frantically, his flesh and blood squirming and twisting violently as if it were about to leave his body, his eyes widened with rage, and he finally roared hoarsely: "Kill me!" Kill me! ”

However, in the eyes of the other two soldiers, the color of blood was gradually gathering like a dark cloud, and they did not respond to the request of their comrades.

They are also about to lose their minds.

Seeing this, Gawain immediately stabbed the Pioneer Sword into the earth, mobilizing the original power of this body according to the method recorded in his mind: "Mind Shock! ”

This is one of the few abilities that can act on the mind of the knight, and strong willpower will sweep across the battlefield, causing powerful psychic oppression to all hostile targets, as well as a powerful inspirational effect on your own personnel.

Under the effect of mental shock, the two soldiers quickly got rid of their state of fear, but the poor fellow who was crushed to the ground by them was completely destroyed by the mist of resentful spirits, and after a few struggles, he completely stopped moving.

Gawain's eyes quickly swept across the battlefield, and he saw that the fog around him was not weakening in the slightest, but was getting thicker and thicker in the attacks of Hetty and Rebecca, and Betty had lost a trace of the three soldiers in the original position.

"Where's Betty?!" Gawain's heart tightened, and he shouted loudly, "Betty! ”

Amber jumped out of the shadows nearby: "I just saw that little girl running into the fog - it looks like sleepwalking!" ”

"Oops...... She's lost her mind," Gawain was taken aback, "how could the situation in this Fog of Wraiths be so strange?!" ”

Amber's face was full of horror: "I don't know how strange it is, anyway, the situation is already terrible!" ”

"The Mist of Resentful Spirits shows no signs of dissipating at all, it stands to reason that after being attacked for so long, no matter how powerful the fog is, it should be weakened a little," Gao Wen quickly said his judgment based on the knowledge in his mind, although those memories were not his, but he found that as long as he took the initiative to mobilize them, they would be as useful as his original knowledge and experience, "And we have also judged before that the magic focus here will not be very strong, such an ordinary magic focus, How could this mist of resentful spirits be bred that can even produce spiritual intelligence? ”

Amber is clever and can see through a little: "You're saying this fog didn't come naturally?" Is there an artificial energy source or something like that that is sustaining it? ”

"It doesn't have to be an artificial energy source, but there's definitely something that sustains it—" Gawain frowned and stared at the fog, as if trying to see through the fog with his eyes to see its essence, "And the thing that sustains it should be around here, it's just that we're blinded to perception and can't see it at all!" ”

"But Lady Hetty has distorted ...... with detection," Amber said confusedly, and her eyes suddenly widened, "...... Isn't it 'on this level'?! ”

Before the words fell, Gawain watched as the half-elf lady suddenly jumped back and disappeared into thin air.

No, she didn't disappear.

Gawain noticed an unusual shadow floating on the ground nearby, a vague humanoid silhouette, vaguely recognizable as the outline of amber, this silhouette with only a shadow and no body jumped and shifted between the nearby planes as if teleporting, sometimes appearing on the surface, sometimes appearing on the nearby tree trunks, and after a few jumps, it was truly lost completely.

It was not a real shadow, but a "reflection" of Amber walking on the edge of the material world in a shadow state, and projecting it in the material world.

Such a simple, brutal and powerful "shadow walk" opened Gawain's eyes.

What is the origin of this half-elf thief?

Before Gawain could ask more questions, Amber's figure suddenly appeared in the air again, and she rushed to this side, Gawain just wanted to ask about the situation, but the other party grabbed his arm, and then she pulled hard.

Gawain staggered for a moment, then felt like he had passed through a cold, illusory barrier, and by the time his gaze was focused again, his surroundings had changed.

Everything has lost its color, only black and white are left between heaven and earth, and a thin layer of fog envelops the world, the fog is cold, but it does not have the power to rob life like the fog of the wraith.

Gawain looked around and saw that the forest was gone, but there were dry tree stumps on the ground around him, and the location of those stumps matched the positions of the trees in the forest.

Everyone, including Hetty, stood not far from him, but they stood stiff as if they had been under petrified magic, unmoving.

Rebecca was closest to Gawain, she maintained a tense posture with a clenched staff, but her eyes did not have any sparkle, and she had turned into a gray-white "statue" and looked blankly ahead, the texture of her skin like some kind of rough ceramic.

Wisps of black mist were rising from the nearby ground, burrowing into their bodies and creating tiny cracks in their ceramic-like bodies.

This strange and terrifying sight made Gawain subconsciously look at his hands, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that they were still human limbs, and then he clenched the Pioneer Sword and walked quickly in the direction of Rebecca, preparing to cut through the obviously harmful black mist.

But as soon as he took half a step, Amber suddenly appeared beside him, and Miss Half-Elf grabbed his arm tightly: "Don't get close, external forces can't help them, and if you're not careful, it will make the situation worse." ”

Gawain looked at Amber in amazement—she had a different look in this black and white world.

Her hair grew longer and floated behind her as if it had no gravity, but her light brown eyes were now filled with a faint golden glow, and a cloud of black smoke and dust like a flame gathered at her feet, repeating the process of condensation-dissipation.

Gawain Cecil's memory had nothing to explain the vision.

"Don't ask me too much, it would be embarrassing if you asked me not to say it - especially since I had just dug your grave, it would make me feel guilty," Amber said quickly, "We have limited time, and it's the first time I've been in such a 'deep' place myself, and if I take you with me, God knows how long." ”

"What is this place?" Gawain asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Shadow Realm," Amber said lightly, snorting at where Hetty and the others were, "Look. ”

This was where Betty and the soldiers had been at the beginning, but one of them had fallen to the ground by now, reduced to countless pale pieces - literally like broken porcelain, while the others, like Rebecca, still maintained their movements and demeanor when they first came into contact with the Wraith.

It's just that at the feet of the little maid Betty, there is a row of small footprints that emit a shimmering light that stretches forward......