The boy regained some strength and licked his parched lips.

It's night, and the temperature outside is a little cool.

A cold wind blows, the treetops shake, and the shadows sway.

He suddenly realized that it seemed that the strange sound that was tormenting him had stopped for a while.

"The voice, gone!"

In the dim woods, there was a black shadow like a giant bird swooping down, and the sound of the beast-like roar had appeared to his left.

Sure enough, these people do have a way to determine their position!!

I didn't have much thought in my heart, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I subconsciously held a snatched saber in the palm of my hand.

The more he got to this point, the more calm the boy's heart became.

Coldly staring at the black shadows rushing from all directions, the young man's left hand was sealed, and a vague sentence with inexplicable meaning came out of his mouth.

A large cloud of mist surged out of the field for no reason, and quickly enveloped the boy, and covered the surrounding acres of woods.

At this time, the heavens and the earth fell silent.

The thick clouds seem to have the ability to silence sound, even if they are close at hand, it is difficult to detect.

The bright moonlight shines in the mist, constantly refracted, creating a magnificent scene······ The whole mist exudes a milky white, like fine jade.

The figure of the young man completely melted into the white mist, and in this area with visibility of less than one meter, he quickly swam and struggled.

With a "poof", a sharp saber burst through the chest of a soldier.

The soldier's lips widened, and he lowered his head in a daze, and saw a blood-stained tip of a knife emerging from his chest.

Then, the young man took advantage of the situation, completely destroying the soldier's last chance of life.

With a "plop", the soldier fell on his back, and a heavy voice was quietly heard.

However, under the power of this thick fog, the propagation of sound seems to have been greatly affected.

After only a few steps, most of it declined, and two or three meters away, there was not much movement to hear.

The only exception is this boy.

This is the power he was born with, mined from his blood.

This kind of power naturally gives him a certain ability to manipulate the clouds and mist, and even, even if he has never learned any spells, he can naturally seal and chant spells and use this spell just by instinct.

In this world, when a warlock is just getting started, he needs to have at least two parts, a seal and a spell, to take effect.

The spell is the key, which is effective on oneself, and the seal, that is, the mysterious spell casting symbol, is effective externally, and the two are one, that is, the inner power interferes with the outside.

Specifically, it is to exercise mana and act on the outside world in a pre-planned way to achieve the desired result, and this whole spell process is called a spell model.

No matter which part is missing, it will not form a complete spell.

The exception to this is the Progenitives, who naturally possess certain powers and can use them at will without the need for seals or even spells.

Because there is some kind of power that is above mortals, it itself simplifies the process.

Remember, the researchers of the institute, who once mentioned, seem to be ······ Power?

"I didn't use it before, but I want to use it here······ This night's escape seems to have gone too smoothly, and I suspect that Yuan Hou deliberately did so."

"Maybe the research has yielded considerable results, or maybe there is no return on the long-term investment, in short, in either case, it means that the institute is about to be abandoned."

"It's also possible that they really contacted some awakened gods, but only a few people who were really rescued, and I don't think I'm a chicken rib with much value······ Perhaps, being able to attract a certain amount of firepower and strive for opportunities for some important goals is my greatest value. ”

It's actually a good thing to be able to be used.

The boy was not annoyed, nor was he resentful.

At the very least, it's a mutually beneficial process.

With his strength alone, it is not enough to escape from there.

Now that he can escape so far, why didn't he borrow someone else's light?

Calmly detouring, the fog getting thicker and thicker, could not obscure his vision.

The thin divine power was all over the mist, and under his undisguised killing intent, it was transformed into a "poison" that silently devoured the physical strength and vitality of all living beings.

In the thick fog, at a glance, there were one or twenty soldiers dressed in imperial uniforms, and the leader seemed to have some different epaulettes.

"It's a second lieutenant, with a squad of soldiers, up to twenty people."

Based on the impressions in his memory, he judged:

"The Institute is a special institution, where the establishment may be exceeded, but it is also limited, the only difference is that the head of it must be a warlock······ A warlock like his father! ”

"I've escaped twenty miles, and the number of people chasing me can't be the most!"

"Among all of them, I am the inconspicuous kind, and even so, there are pursuers of this level······ Wouldn't the few who were the leaders want to use Yuan Hou's direct forces to send out truly powerful warlocks who stepped into the realm? ”

Slowly copying the path, bypassing in front of the two soldiers who had fallen into a fantasy and were in place in college, the young man slowly approached a lone soldier······ He was at least five meters away from his nearest companion.

From five meters away, even if you shout as hard as you can, you can hear at most a sound like a sewing machine.

If it's not loud, then you can't hear anything from five meters away.

The young man stabbed away with his knife in the back, and a faint glow of water appeared silently under his feet, a small spell that could eliminate traces and footsteps.

Originally, it didn't work much, but with this mist, it suddenly worked wonders.

It wasn't until the tip of the knife was close to the soldier's back that the other side realized, but it was too late.

The hot blood was sprinkled on the face and clothes, and the blood with the heat was sprinkled on the ground.

After killing two people in succession, the rich bloody aura finally spread, making all the enemies wake up.

The warlock at the head looked a little old, and between his eyebrows, he was a little sad.

He cautiously ordered several soldiers around him to move closer, while his hands were constantly drawing various patterns and poses in the air, trying to crack this spell that created a thick fog.

The thumb of his left hand, and the middle finger formed a circle, and the spell "light" was spit out in his mouth, which was not the official language of Dayu at this time, but very rhyming, derived from the Yayan before the Spring and Autumn Period.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, the upper-class nobles of various countries were all descendants, and the Yayan they used was a variant and simplification of the original mythology, so they also had power.

At this time, with this simple spell, a bright milky white light cluster suddenly rose from the palm of his left hand, which continued to grow larger, gradually penetrating the fog and illuminating the surrounding area within three or four meters.

To his horror and anger, only two meters away from them, not far behind the second lieutenant, there was a soldier, lying in a pool of blood, his limbs still twitching.

"This little thief······· How dare you ······"

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized what had just happened······ If it weren't for this soldier's palace, or if he reacted quickly and lit up his surroundings, wouldn't he be the only one who was attacked by sneak attack now?

After being afraid for a while, the second lieutenant suddenly snorted coldly:

"This thief is looking for death, how much strength can he have······ Let's quit and wait outside! ”

"When the fog clears, it's his time of death!"