Klinos flies above the forest, and the road is not as open as the previous trade routes. The narrow path www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion is slowly swallowed up by the woods until there is no sign of its existence. The trees in the forest are very good at taking advantage of the sunlight, and the appearance of the ground is completely obscured, as if flying on green clouds.

Clinos felt guilty that his interest in spirits had caused this unfortunate situation, and that something had set his sights on someone, leaving the entire caravan within their reach. The aura of evil was breathless, and an inexplicable fear appeared from the bottom of my heart, and I could feel this oppression even if I wasn't a mage. Now Clinos wants the evil ahead to be a demon, at least he knows about the creature himself, albeit only in books. Gerdo Town, what the hell is going on?

Soon Klinus approached the root of this evil. Whatever it is, it's a big impact. The closer you get to the west, the more barren the soil becomes. Only the remains of thorns and thistles remained rooted in the earth, warning passers-by of the danger ahead. The sun was slowly dimming in the clear sky, and the birds and animals were staying away from it.

Clinos marveled at the scene on the ground, something must have happened in the town of Gerdo.

This evil force interfered with magic more and more, and the continuous casting of the flying spell became extremely difficult, and Klinos had to use his feet to complete the rest of the journey. Casting spells under this power has increased the consumption of Arcanon a lot. When Klinos's feet touched the ground, he realized in amazement that his physical strength had also become weak under the influence of this force, and his knees fell as soft as a sponge as soon as they bent, and his shoulders could barely bear the swing of his arms, and it seemed that he would never be able to walk less than a tenth of the distance.

The mage's reaction to this force was huge, and the arcane energy in his body seemed to be dispelled by something, and the feeling of turning over the river and the sea made people dizzy. With each step forward, this feeling doubles, and his arcane energy passes like the wind blows away the fine sand, and his unclear mind keeps his legs scratching against the thorny spikes. Clinos sensed that this adverse reaction seemed to work only for the mage. It would be much easier if there was an ordinary person to help him. I don't know how much time has passed, and Klinos, who is tired of moving forward, can't even notice his hunger, and gradually feels that he is moving forward, and maybe he will not be able to come back.

If it were an ordinary Klinos, he would have noticed that something was wrong and immediately changed his plan. But now that I have come to this point to realize that I should retreat, this is not a sluggish reaction when I am dizzy. Rather, it is this invisible force that is calling out to the travelers nearby. If it weren't for the fact that he was a mage, this drive would have taken over the minds of ordinary people.

His own reserves of Aoneng are okay, and there are still two Haoyue Stones full of Aoeng. If you fly to the east with all your strength now, you will definitely be able to return to the caravan's camp without hindrance. It's just that this trip can't run in vain, at least not turn around less than a kilometer away from Gerdo Town, and go back empty-handed.

Clinos paused and concentrated all his spirits. With a wave of his wand, he made a magic sentry out of thorns, a thorn ball with elaborate magic that glowed a faint blue in the shadows. The sentinel's arcane energy quickly dissipated in the air, and only a single moonstone embedded in it could barely allow the magical sentinel to reach the town of Gerdor. Inquire about the situation in the town here, and return to the camp for the rest of the matter. However, Klinos did not think that this evil would allow him to leave so easily, and was already prepared for the unexpected.

The magic sentinels flew as fast as they could west, and soon they would arrive in the town of Geldó.

The concentration cleared Klinos's mind a little. Yes, why hadn't it been thought of ignoring the spirit's pleas before, this evil force twisted its own thoughts, using sympathy and curiosity to drag itself here. But spirits don't lie, and something horrific must have happened in the town of Gerdor. However, his life is always stronger than these, and dying here is not his intention for this adventure. There's no time to wait for the magic sentinels to arrive in Geldor, they need to leave now. Whatever happens, it's not your business. Under this evil consumption, even if he arrived in Gerdo, he would not be able to retreat with his whole body.

Clinos clutched the remaining Bright Moon Stone tightly and immediately got up. But the evil power that constantly consumed his own arcane energy suddenly disappeared with the rise, and the depression in his heart disappeared, and the sun became fierce in an instant.

It's a weird situation, what kind of trick is it, and it's a bait to trick me into moving on.

"Isn't it!" Clinos yelled, "you can read minds, cunning devil!"

Of course, there was nothing to answer Klinos's question, and after this power dissipated, the arcane energy of the sun nourished Klinos again. The magic sentinels had probably finished scouting Gerdor's situation by now, and there were no obstacles. Even with that power, the Bright Moon Stone on the Sentinel's body could support it through the entire journey. Wait a little longer and you'll find out what's going on in the town.

Do you know that you will continue to move forward until you fall into the hands of demons?

No one knows what this is all about, and if this evil lurks in a dark cavern at midday, now is a good time to head to Gerdo.

It's a demonic trick and it wants you to think so. Once you fall into its trap, you'll find that it's a live bait to lure you there. And even if you reach Gerdor, what will you save in the shadow of the demons?

There will be survivors, there will be living people, otherwise spirits would not have asked for help so strongly.

Spirits are just a reflection of emotions, and may even be visions of demons seducing you. And you're like a stupid donkey, chasing the carrot in front of you.

I know it's a spirit because it's full of unpretentious sorrow. I knew something was wrong with Gerdo, because it was obvious. I also know that even if the demon hadn't disturbed my mind, I would have gone to see what was going on.

Do you also know that you are also the devil's will, instigating us to jump into the illusion of the bottomless pit!

Clinos shook his head and sorted out his thoughts, and said to himself, "If I think about it here any longer, I will become a madman who falls in love with a rose." ”

His situation is not good, he has always been dominated by that force, and he can't even come up with a decent plan.

The situation also does not allow Klinus to think too much, he does not know when the evil will come again, and it is the safest choice to leave here as soon as possible. But not far to the west, his own magic sentinel has returned with news from Gerdor.

Take a moment to see, after all, the bow is wound and has to be fired.

The magic sentinels projected images of the detected along the way, at first the images were just ordinary dead leaves, but as if they had crossed the border of the heavenly kingdom, green trees and flowing water suddenly appeared, and the houses and clock towers in the town of Gerdo were faintly recognizable. There is no trace of damage to the typical Rant's buildings, and the sunlight shines through the greenery to give the picture a beautiful glaze.

"I'd call this the real bait. Clinos said to himself again.

I am in the territory of the devil, and I can't trust everything from outside. It's like an illusion that can't be cracked, and the situation changes with your own psychology. What you want to believe, what you want to see, the evidence will come under your nose on its own. If you don't want to be defeated by this illusion, the only thing you can do is deny everything around you.

But the demon's ability is far from changing the fact of existence, and the appearance of the town of Gerdo in the image can be seen less than 200 meters to the west, as long as he is not controlled by illusion, he can know whether he is a trap or not.

Klinis sat down and meditated for a while. Ao Neng jumped in his veins, his heart vibrated in his chest, and he couldn't feel anything strange around him.

"I am a follower of the gods, and the glory of the Almighty shines above my head, helping me to dispel confusion and shadows!" Clinos uttered the incantation, and a burst of magic ripples erupted from intense arcane power, making Clinos look like a glittering saint with golden light.

This level of arcane energy can be released to reveal even the strongest illusions, and Klinus looked at everything around him. Not a single plant or tree has changed, and the sun in the sky is also where it should be. He wasn't in the midst of illusion, though he wasn't sure about that. If the enemy uses unimaginable illusions to imprison themselves, then no other attempts to escape are needed. If not, you can go ahead and check on the situation in the town of Gerdo.

Clinos got up from the ground, not caring about the dust off his body. I thought that if I walked into the abyss of the devil, it would be the arrangement of fate. God Almighty chose to sit idly by, and perhaps he deserved to die here. Klinos moved forward, and without the evil interference, he was noticeably faster, and in a short time he was before he reached the finish line. If you climb this small dirt slope, you can see the scenery of Gerdo, and the place where many tragedies have been brewing will be as terrible as hell. But what really caught Klinos's eye was the same as the projection of the magic sentinels, and the other side of the dirt slope was simply another world. The contrast between the gloomy country town and the wilderness is as clear as the light of God separating the sorrow of decay and silence from the vibrant city, like stone and clear water. The midday bell rang from the town, and everything in the town was a good example of harmony.

Unlike the uneasiness of being driven by evil before, Klinos now truly feels the strangeness of the road ahead. This is the creepy comfort of the legendary Gerdor, with an isolated and peaceful country ahead, but the town in front of you feels as terrifying as the greedy demon.