This kind of thing, like the blood slaves made by vampires and the zombies made by viruses, has a strong infectious aggressiveness, and can spread quickly like cancer cells.

The best way to deal with this kind of thing is to find the weakness, because they often have a fatal chain weakness, like the blood slaves are afraid of sunlight and silver, and the zombies are afraid of antidotes, as long as they find the point that causes them to mutate, they can instantly deal with a large number of mutants.

However, unlike blood slaves or zombies, the source of the spirit master is the spirit race, each spirit master can control hundreds to thousands, the stronger one is tens of thousands, there is a force guard, and they have a powerful psychic ability plus the physique of a dragon is not inferior, and every spirit master is very difficult to solve.

They drive the pilots out of the forests, and at the same time, all the controlled pilots will naturally emit a kind of mist, shrouded in this misty area, all the sound transmission is no more than ten meters, the sight is only three meters, it is like misty cotton.

This made the other forces on Faeron almost one-sided and constantly slaughtered at the beginning.

The Spirit Riders attacked too quickly, and where the fog was, it was quick that in just an hour, humans, beasts and aliens, including wild beasts and aliens, could easily amass a hundreds of troops that were not afraid of death, and then use these hundreds of troops to raid nearby villages or tribes, as terrifying as a snowball.

The normal speed of ordinary humans is five kilometers per hour, but for the spirit pilots and their spirit pilots, the speed at which they travel after leaving the forest is about 3.5 kilometers per hour, and it only takes about 30% of the time on average to attack to complete the task quickly, and the rest of the time is in a hurry.

To the south of the Mill Forest, a large cloud of mist, a hundred meters in diameter, was moving, and had come into contact with the first mountain of the nearby traveling mountain range.

Looking down from the sky, it can be clearly seen that behind this hundred-meter fog mass, there is a long fog several meters in diameter and width, like the lines of a kite, connected to the infinite thick fog in the forest, the entire Spirit Clan Legion will not be easily exposed to the outside world at all, everything happens in the fog that can only see the people around you.

A kobold tribe, numbering about forty, saw the mist rolling like a giant beast, the height of more than ten meters was really scary, but their naïve heads were more doubtful.

What is this?

Most of the buildings were simple kobold camps made of wood and mud, only about a hundred square meters in size, and all the kobolds were puzzled, but under the shouts of the kobold leader, they bravely picked up their tattered weapons.

And then there was no more.

The mist quietly swallowed them, and after the outside world, this mist was like a snake, and it swallowed its prey with a great appetite, and then the mist stayed in place, and the degree of tumbling suddenly became a little more violent.

After a few minutes, the tumbling suddenly eased up, becoming like a cloud that slowed down and surged in a fixed pattern, and if you could keep observing the mist, you could find that after devouring this kobold tribe, the volume of the entire fog mass increased by several meters.

And what happened in the fog is a terrifying unknown, and there will definitely be no intelligent life that wants to enter it to understand.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

For those who are strong individually, there are many ways for them to probe through the fog on the surface, and they will not be frightened by ignorance.

But what about ordinary people?

They could only see a mist rolling in, devouring everything in heaven and earth, for this kind of horror that seemed to be useless to any resistance, once swallowed it was silent, this kind of horror that they could not understand, once spreading, was far more chilling than seeing their own kind being torn to flesh and blood.

……

On the green field, a group of halflings were running desperately.

The long gray mist was like a chain, leading a huge hundred-meter mist, this mist was surging quickly and excitedly, and the halflings escaped from the snake forest for a while, and their bodies gradually reached the limit, and many people were so tired that their feet were weak, and they couldn't run anymore when they rolled to the ground.

The mist did not show the slightest mercy, and directly engulfed these halflings who fell to the ground, and after the mist, except for the grass marks that had just been pressed out, there was no trace of them in the world, as if they had evaporated out of thin air.

A group of knights on war horses quickly appeared on the hill a few hundred meters in front of the halfling, and one of them, a tall mage in robes, slowly descended from the heads of the knights.

The powerful magic began to be driven, attracting the elemental energy between the surrounding heaven and earth to converge, the wind became more and more intense, forming a small whirlpool, the small whirlpool quickly devoured the surrounding air to replenish itself, and in a few breaths, it grew into a slender tornado with a length of 100 meters and a few meters thick, whistling towards the mist.

The knights watched with bated breath as they were about to collide, hoping that the mage's magic would take effect.

Rumble!

The mage couldn't see if the magic he had unleashed had taken effect, for his brain was suddenly dizzy, as if it had been hit on the head by a sledgehammer, and after a blink of Venus and dizziness, he suddenly felt a chill in his body, as if he were a vole being targeted by a snake.

The knights watched in despair as the tornado was swallowed up by the mist like milk and water, and after only a few breaths of pause, the mist continued to surge towards them, like a giant gray mist monster that could move.

The halflings finally fled to the knights, but without hesitation, the knights fled from their horses, and some of them brought with them a mage who had fallen to the ground.

But unexpectedly, after the fog moved more than a hundred meters, it actually stopped, and then slowly began to retreat, this retreat posture feels very strange, more like there is a big hand behind the gray fog chain that is winding it, and the connected fog is naturally also retreated, the owner behind the big hand, is the infinite fog all over the poisonous snake forest.

……

Countless pieces of information about these attacks were sent back to the core of the various organizations, and the Tateel, Am, Kalinshan, Candlekeep, Both, Waterdeep, Winterfell, Luskan, Silvermoon Alliance, Tumis, Jondas, Char, all the way to the coastal cities far to the east, the Rulers were alarmed, and they attached great importance to these terrifying mists that originated from the ancient forests that had been guarded by the Elven Mystery Barrier throughout the continent of Faeron.