Gawain said he wanted to take a look at the Great Wall - not to the Sentinel Tower on the border of the Gondor Wasteland, of course.

The nearest Sentinel Tower was also at the end of the strip plain at the southern foot of the Dark Mountains, and it was not at all a matter of thinking about it right now that not only did it have to climb over this mountain range, but also have to pass through the barren wasteland tens of kilometers wide.

But if you just look at it from a distance, it's much simpler, the magnificent wall is just like its name, it is a giant barrier that can be described as a "miracle", those sentinel towers that are nearly a thousand meters high are just the "anchor points" of the wall, and the wall itself is a magical barrier connected to the clouds, as long as you stand on the higher ground in the dark mountains, you can clearly see the upper end of the barrier, and Gawain can also determine the general state of those sentinel towers.

With Amber and his feet, it would not be difficult to reach the nearest commanding heights in a short time, but it would not be easy to take two serfs who belonged only to ordinary people, so it was necessary to send these two guides back to the camp first.

And I have to go back first to calm people's hearts.

Gawain looked down at the deformed remains that were emitting faint black smoke: the flesh and mud on the wreckage had been wiped out, but the remaining blood-red skeletons were slow to dissipate, probably two or three days before they completely "evaporated", and they should be put to good use before the wreckage completely dissipated.

Gawain raised the Pioneer Sword and slashed at the bones that were harder than steel, and soon chopped off their ugly heads, and Amber next to him looked terrified: "Oh Mom...... Why do you still have a whipped corpse...... Damn, you're so twisted......"

"It's a miracle to bring this thing back to calm people's hearts," Gawain glanced up at Amber, throwing the freshly chopped skull into the other's arms, and then bent down to cut one down, "and- I'll get another one." ”

"Woooo Amber let out a cry of surprise at the monster's head that Gawain had suddenly thrown, and cried out as she scrambled, "You're sick! Are you sure this thing is to calm people's hearts and not scare people out of trouble?! ”

"For the Cecil people, who have just been destroyed by the aberrations, it is important to see these people who have been killed. Do. The corpse of a dead monster is the quickest way to boost confidence and morale - it may be a bit mentally stimulating, but it works best. ”

Gawain cut off the new head as he spoke, and then he didn't bother with the other two monsters that had fallen a little farther away, but walked to the corner where he had been hiding with his head in one hand and his sword in the other, and the two serfs who had led the way there were still hiding honestly as ordered.

In fact, they didn't even dare to poke their heads out of their hiding places to take a look at the situation outside - they only heard the sound of a brief but fierce battle, and although it sounded like their lord had won, they didn't have the courage to come out and see the results.

It wasn't until Gawain appeared with a huge blood-red skull that they woke up, and when they saw the hideous and terrifying head, the two of them gasped together: "God! "Oh my God!"

"God won't help you deal with these monsters," Gawain said casually, "All the aberrations have been killed, so let's go back to camp first." ”

He deliberately showed his ease, and added seemingly casually: "But then again, these things are still as weak as they were seven hundred years ago, just a sword and a sword, even this kind of thing can threaten the safety of the camp?" ”

The two serfs looked at each other in astonishment, and then one of them reacted and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes!" Lord Lord, you are so powerful, these monsters are really vulnerable and vulnerable in front of you! ”

The other serf muttered in a daze, "But just now I heard Miss Amber calling for help......"

"Ahem!" Gawain interrupted the other party's words with two coughs, and glanced at Amber quietly, "She's a war cry!" ”

Amber also reacted, with a serious face: "That's right, I'm a war cry!" Whatever else you hear, you're misheard! ”

"Got it? These monsters are not as strong as you think," Gawain looked at the two in front of him, "keep that in mind and head back to camp." ”

The two serfs nodded again and again: At this time, as long as they can hurry back to the camp, they can say anything, not to mention that they have clearly seen that the monster's head has been cut off by their own lord!

With two distorted heads that were constantly emitting black smoke, Gawain and his party quickly returned from the mountain and returned to the camp.

As he approached the camp, Gawain deliberately handed over the two heads to the two serfs and asked them to walk in front with the swaggering of the two skulls.

At first, the two serfs were so frightened that they took the skull tremblingly only at the behest of the lord, but soon they realized that the bone was already a dead thing, and a dead thing that was dissipating, and they finally mustered up courage, and after mustering courage, the hatred for the monsters that had destroyed their former homes finally spread from the bottom of their backwater-like hearts.

They held their skulls high and walked in front like soldiers with flags, and they deliberately showed the trophy to the trembling and probing men of the camp, even though it was not they who destroyed the monsters, as if they shared in the glory in the process.

The atmosphere of panic and tension still lingered in the camp, but Gawain could imagine that after the two skulls were brought back, the panic and tension in the camp might still be there, but there would be a little more stability among them—

For this world full of monsters and beasts, and there have been demon tides, people are most afraid of not monsters, but when monsters attack, they can't resist when they attack, as long as they see a little hope that they can defeat monsters, they are enough to summon up some courage.

Even if it was enough to keep them from fleeing the camp that day.

Amber cleverly understood what Gawain meant, and the first thing she did when she entered the camp was to follow the two serfs around looking for someone to blow about how easy it was to defeat these monsters, especially how important she herself was in the process - she didn't mention shouting for help anyway.

But for Gawain, who returned to the camp, the work had just begun.

He called Hetty, "Hety, you know the auxiliary spells in terms of magical masking, right?" ”

"Yes, and very skilled," Hetty replied confidently, "because I can't break through the intermediate level, so I have learned all the spells that can be learned below the intermediate level." ”

Except aiming, huh......

"Very good," Gao Wen suppressed the desire to complain. "You come with me into the mountains again, I need your spell." ”

"Hasn't the monster been destroyed?" Hetty was a little puzzled, "I saw the loot you brought back, and I thought I was going to lift the alarm......"

"That's a temporary reassurance," Gawain shook his head, "the aberrations wandered out of the Gondor wasteland, all the way through the southern ribbon plains and the entire mountain range, and I suspect something is wrong with the Great Wall—and I suspect there are more than a few aberrations wandering. ”

Hetty didn't ask too much, but went back to arrange his affairs during his absence, and then took his staff, changed into a short robe, which was convenient for moving in the field, and prepared to go.

Gawain found Amber, who was making a tour of the camp, and after pulling the half-elf who tried to escape work on the pretext of "helping with propaganda", the group of three entered the mountain again, and soon returned to the place where they had fought the monster before.

The huge blood-colored bones were still lying silently on the mountain path, in a state of continuous decomposition.

Amber frowned at the ugly wreckage, "By the way, how did you know there were more monsters?" Did you see that? ”

"You don't know about aberrations," Gawain said, "Do you know that aberrations are something that grows more tenacious in numbers, more fragile in fewer numbers, and even self-extinguishes when there are too few of them?" ”

Not to mention Amber, even Hetty didn't know about it: "Destroy yourself when the number is too small? What's going on? ”

"There is a threshold for the number of aberrations, and after this threshold is exceeded, the more they number, the stronger the pollution of the magic tide, and the stronger the pollution of the demon tide, and the stronger the pollution breath, the more and stronger the distortion, and the ubiquitous magic in nature is the soil that allows this process to develop, so a sufficient number of aberrants can form new magic tide pollution points as long as they are gathered together, and quickly expand and spread; But conversely, if it falls below that value, the demonic tide pollution produced by the aberrations will not only fail to proliferate, but will not even be able to sustain itself, and they will continue to weaken and gradually decompose in the ordered world—this process is very fast, and the aberrants who have broken away from the large army will even collapse on their own within three days. ”

Amber glanced at the wreckage on the ground, "I remember you said that distorted bodies wander blindly or stay in place without sensing a target, in which case they move very slowly......"

"That's right, if there were only four monsters, they would never have wandered from the Gondor wasteland to this place, and at their speed, they would have dissipated halfway through," Gawain didn't hide his concern, "so these four monsters broke away from a large army...... Maybe it's lost, maybe it's because the team is too loose, but the big force definitely exists. ”

Hetty couldn't help but grip his staff a little nervously.

Gawain concentrated his mind and carefully observed the mountain path where the monsters roamed.

The aberrations are the product of the dark demon tide, their chaotic magic is as pungent and striking as rancid sludge in this world, although these chaotic magic dissipate quickly, but these monsters only appeared recently, so it is very likely that those traces of magic remain.

Sure enough, after concentrating on careful discernment, he sensed a subtle dissonance in one of the directions of the mountain path.

That direction also happens to be one of the roads that lead to the southern foothills of the Dark Mountains.