prop——

An ethereal, distant incantation echoed in the dimly lit forest obscured by lush foliage.

The ritual ritual of seven stubby light yellow whale oil candles, silver vessels, and large pieces of natural crystal, there is an invisible spiritual wind blowing.

Whew-

Carrying the fresh scent of holly leaves, the invisible wind brought wave after wave of information from the spirit world into this world, which was received by Milan, the "prophet" standing in the center of the ritual, and then quickly parsed.

Across from him, Aven, wearing a white crystal ornament, stood quietly with his eyes closed, and this time it was finally his turn to use Milan as a humanoid amplifier.

Previously, several divination attempts by Milan had not gone well.

Although he received information from Dr. Taylor about several "Vesalian School" traitors, there were only a few names and general descriptions of their appearance and abilities, but there was no medium on them that could provide accurate pointing.

Especially under the premise that all members are full-fledged wizards of the second order, it greatly increases the difficulty of divination in Milan.

In the feedback from the spirit world before, there were three names in a row that did not find this person.

There may be many reasons for this: the name does not match the typical physical characteristics, the essence of life has changed, it has advanced beyond the ordinary... It's possible to even be dead.

It wasn't until a divination was performed on a guy named Lambert Ulysses that the ritual finally responded.

The Ulysses is the most obsessed with the knowledge of the "Necromantic School", and the groundbreaking technology at his disposal allows him to revive the bodies of the dead, and then manipulate them with precision with a [Dead Strain].

The combined effect of the two is even more powerful than that of the death slaves of the original "Necromantic School", doing delicate work that many low-level undead species can never do.

However, even then, it is difficult to directly pinpoint him, and can only roughly determine when he is most likely to be where he is.

This is the last clue in their hands, and the only thing they can rely on is Milan's divination.

Then.

After agreeing on an address with Dr. Taylor to meet again, and delivering the prescription by messenger, they race against time to set off again.

After the two of them cooperated to perform several divination on Ulysses on the way, the team of four had crossed the Abaachea Mountains for the first time and officially entered the western region.

Of course, in fact, it is still located in the east relative to the whole New World, and there is a vast land separation from the vice-king of New Cyrius, and it is far from the east-west divide.

At present, this area contains a large area of Atlyan activity.

Even further west, in the vast Syrius colony, there were still Atrian rebels, mostly remnants of the Kumar and Azk empires.

As the team chases along the way, Milan is now conducting his fourth divination, and finally has to catch the only clue - the tail of the wizard Lambert Ulysses.

The only regret that Evan felt was that after going deep into the inland area, the quasi-legendary battleship "Stormhorn", which had just completed the upgrade, had no chance to show its skills.

After a long time, the spiritual winds in the ritual slowly dissipated.

"Boom——! high cliffs, thunder, blue eagles, rolling dark clouds... It's about 50 kilometers away, and the time is between an hour and three hours.

Unlike those small tribes passing by before, this time they should be going to make a move. ”

Milan let out a long breath, and his face finally had an uplifted look.

In the previous tracking, these guys, who have never shown any traces, used the "black cloud" to attack the Wendat tribe in Apsuya, and never made a move again, but kept heading west.

Unlike Aven's initial guess, this time it seems to have a very clear purpose, and the small tribes they encountered along the way are obviously not their targets, until now...

"Blue Eagle?"

Hearing the results of Milan's divination, Apusuya was thoughtful.

"Hey, Su Ya, do you know the situation of this tribe?

If the relationship is good, we can give early warning, and then ask the other party to send a super-level force to assist us in capturing that Ulysses together!"

Milan clenched their fists hard, feeling that this might be the only good news they had heard along the way.

"Of course I know them, Blue Eagle should be talking about the Quina Intl clan not far from here, this is a big tribe of the same level as our 'Windat Clan'.

Their tribe worships the Blue Eagle, the Thunderbird 'Sasimo', a being who may be even more powerful than the great 'Spirit of the Bear' Graum. ”

Although Apusuya knew about the other party's situation, she also had to pour cold water on the team.

"I'll disappoint you, though, as our relationship is stronger than that of the Iroquois, but it's still in the category of enemies. In fact, it is difficult for the Atrians who believe in different totemic gods to be friends with each other. ”

Therefore, when he entered the other party's territory in the future, he faced not only the mastermind behind the scenes, but also the Quina Intel clan who may not appreciate it.

Moreover, Apusuya also knew that in the high mountains near the "Thunderbird" clan, there were several real demonized creatures "Thunderbirds" that lived, and they were similar to the wurm species with dragon blood, and the standard for adulthood was the third order.

It was a powerful natural barrier belonging to the Quina Intel clan.

"Ahh ”

Milan's originally excited expression immediately collapsed, and his combat effectiveness had always been his hard wound, which was determined by his own career path like that Doctor Taylor.

"Okay, the one-hour mountain road time is very tight, let's hurry over and pay attention to concealment!"

Naturally, Evan pulled up the "little fat man" Olivia, who was following him, and Apusuya pulled Milan into the form of a bobcat, avoiding the various shrubs on the ground floor of the woods, and jumping onto the thick branches.

In the canopy of the trees, two clouds of light and shadow rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, they had disappeared into the forest.

Sou!

Sou!

.......

Twenty kilometers away from the settlement of the Quina Intr tribe, in a dark hill pass.

Around a half-human-high clay pot in the middle, five black-robed people with pale faces were constantly busy.

Some of them take out a small pocket around their waist that seems to belong to the stomach pouch of some kind of animal, and constantly take out various pharmaceutical raw materials and add them to it;

Some looked at the bottom of the crockpot, the pyre burning with an eerie green flame;

Others burst into words, spitting out a series of muffled incantations from their white, chapped mouths.

The incantations are like the whispers of countless tiny creatures, and normal people listen to them, and they want to take their brains out and scratch them and stuff them in.

Goo... Goo...

The clay pots made of stoneware have a faint black smoke from the bones, and if you look sharp enough, you may be able to see that the black smoke is actually made up of extremely small and light particles.

At this time, they were rising lightly into the sky under the influence of the power of black magic, dyeing a white cloud that was not too high in the sky into a dull pitch black.

Vomit –

Beside the five black-robed men, a giant wolf with high fur and a shriveled body swelled and shrunken swelled on his neck, and from time to time he spit out a mouthful of red and yellow poisonous water containing a large number of germs into the crockpot.

Apparently not for them, it was not just for the artificial rain, but for the addition of enough extra ingredients.

The poisonous cloud eventually formed by the Tianshan Mountains is just a carrier, and the types of germs that can be carried are ever-changing, and the [Super Cyst Fungus] is just an ordinary member of it whose lethality rate is not too strong.

Members of the "Virus School" know that the most destructive bacteria are often not the ones with the highest lethality rate in a short period of time, but the most contagious and lethal varieties.

It doesn't take too much, as long as the lethality rate exceeds one-third, any human organizational order and social form will collapse directly.

"It should be almost, be careful! Don't drop the 'Plague Poison Cloud' directly on the head of the third-order transcendent in the tribe, if it is broken by the other party, the effect will be greatly reduced. ”

"Quack, don't worry, I have experience. ”

Whew-

The [Plague Poison Cloud] in the sky was like a large rain cloud, and it seemed to fly forward slowly and quickly under the control of witchcraft, but it had been ten minutes before it reached the edge of the camp of no small size in the distance.

"Woooooooooo

"Quack, quack..."

"Whew..."

The sound of a dog barking, a crow's cry, or the roar of a storm in the sky suddenly reached the ears of the natives who were working.

Then I saw a large black cloud falling straight down from the sky like an overwhelmed lead cloud.

"Look, the clouds are falling. ”

Just less than a minute later.

"Roaring ——!"

"Whew——!"

"You... What's wrong? No, help——!"

Twenty kilometers away, the two dark wizards who were observing the movements of the tribe with witchcraft had a smile on their faces at the same time.

"Alright, let's go to the next one..."

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of rolling thunder in the sky.

Wow——!

An eagle's cry, which pierced through the eardrum like a thunderbolt, suddenly resounded through the heavens and the earth.

It also made the faces of the "living corpse" and the "poisonous wolf" change sharply, and they instantly looked up at the sky.

Bang!

Above them, a huge black shadow had fallen from the sky like thunder.

"What the hell?!"