The power of fantasy. Perhaps for those who live in a world without magic, this power sounds wonderful, and it seems to be able to accomplish what people can't do, make up for people's regrets, and save things that have passed. However, in their world, spellcasters who understand how terrible the power of thought can be never thought of as a good thing. Overly rash thinking can only create disaster, and the results of careful consideration are often not as much as the actual operation of the time spent on thinking. At the end of the day, some ideas are better placed in the deepest part of the huge attic of the mind and thought about when you have nothing to do.

For example, the current Siggert has been dragged into danger by his own crankiness. With a scalp-tingling click, two sharp spikes stabbed the back of the king's head out of the darkness.

"Ding!" the sound of gold and iron rang out suddenly, although he still didn't understand the origin of the enemy in his mind, but his battle-hardened body had already driven Siggett to turn around and hold the two spikes with his fist blade. Perhaps because he had been in the dark for too long, the Grey Lion King found that his eyes seemed to be able to see something in the dark, and thanks to this, he found that although the things he was defending against with his weapons looked like spikes at first glance, they looked like them... Spider's legs.

"What's wrong?" the dwarf asked aloud when he heard a voice coming from behind him. But due to the speed of the steppe man's movement, he had no way to turn back in the middle of running, for fear that the guy would completely disappear into the darkness in the blink of an eye. And Siggett was well aware of this, he knew that he couldn't expect Andre to turn his head and help him, no matter what kind of monster his mind had summoned, he could only rely on himself now.

The spider legs made of nuclear gold had great power, and they pushed the king's body uncontrollably towards him, and Siggert could feel the soles of his shoes heating up from the friction. But even so, the human warriors would never dare to let their muscles slacken, and in this kind of power competition, if they didn't change their moves quickly at the beginning, then the two of them would be extremely easy to be dragged into the mire, and the quagmire would not dissipate until one of them completely failed.

But Siggett is a seasoned warrior after all, and he knows that his specialty is not strength, so he must find an opportunity to change his moves before his physical strength runs out. This opportunity soon came, due to the strange shape of the weapon in the human hand, the two fist-thick nuclear spider legs were stuck in the depression between the spikes on the fist blade, Siggett carefully maintained the strength of the arm, but slowly moved his hands in the opposite direction, when the spider leg stuck in the depression came out of it because of the slide, the king violently exerted force, pushed his arm upward, and the deadly spear slid down the edge of the fist blade to the sides of the human body, making a piercing sound of metal rubbing.

The force pressing on his body suddenly disappeared, and the human body involuntarily fell forward, Siggett took advantage of this trend, and ran forward two steps sharply, and when he saw a huge spider head also made of nuclear gold appear in front of him, the corner of the warrior's mouth showed a bitter smile that I didn't know whether it was reassuring or sarcastic. The king had always known what he was really afraid of, but now was not the time to immerse himself in the battle with fear, Sigget raised his right foot, stepped on the spider's metal eye, pedaled it on the spot, and the whole person jumped high and completed a perfect roll in the air.

"I hated spiders, but I didn't have time to be afraid. This was Sieget's answer when André later asked him how he managed to escape from the spider that Nucleus had turned into. As the king's closest friend, the dwarves were well aware of Sigget's fear of spiders, and it is said that the first opponent humans encountered after leaving their kingdom was the giant spiders, and these nocturnal predators brutally killed Siggett's guards, only when he was still a prince escaped death. Since then, Siggett has always reacted very excitedly when he sees spiders.

But that's all for another time. After the king escaped the range of the nuclear spider, he finally understood why André told him not to think too much, this is only one spider, if he let his mind go, God knows how many terrible beings can be born in this darkness. Shaking his head, the clicking behind him did not stop, reminding Siggett that the threat behind him had not yet let him go, and he struggled to discern the dwarf's voice in the darkness, chasing after his companion's figure.

"Stop, we're in trouble. When the king saw André again, the dwarf was standing there with a war hammer in hand. "I think it's better for us to keep going, you don't want to be caught up by something behind. Sigget said to his companion and tried to walk over to the dwarf. The price of this action was an arrow that pierced into the metal ground in front of his feet.

The light of the torches illuminated the darkness, coming from a distance of about fifty paces in front of the two men. There, the steppe priest who had just escaped was strung with an iron spear like a skewered food sold at a street stall, his expression extremely distorted, but it was not known if it was because of the pain or the evil god in his brain. As for the man who killed the unfortunate ghost, it was naturally the one who carried the torch, he or they had a snake-like head, a metal armor on their bodies, and dark green vertical pupils staring coldly at the dwarves and humans at the edge of the firelight.

"Radno. Andrei muttered quietly.

"What are you talking about? are you talking about these guys?" asked Siggett in an equally small voice to his companion. He tried to reduce the range of his movements as he spoke, so that the monster in the fire light could react violently.

"Radno, the serpent of the earth, the caretaker and worshipper of the Heart. I thought they were just spooky stories made up by my mother. The dwarf lifted his belt as if to raise his voice to say something to the scorpions, but before he could say anything, the smugglers' arrows swept past the top of the dwarves' helmets at breakneck speed, striking something behind André with a crisp thud.

The dwarves and humans were shocked, they turned their heads to look behind them, the huge spider chasing Siggert did not know when it had chased them not far away, but among the eight eyes of this spider, there was already a snake-headed arrow standing there impartially.

"Wow, next time I'll never laugh at you for being afraid of spiders. Because to be honest, I'm pretty scared of this stuff too. ”