The search party entered the deepest part of the sacred mountain, and the wolf cavalry tasked with leading the way found themselves stepping into a completely unfamiliar place.

In the depths of their homeland, it is such a strange world.

Hao Ren followed behind Uruk, who was silent, and a dozen knights and monks accompanied him on both sides of the road while guarding and searching, all of them nervous, but they had not yet encountered the enemy.

"The other wolf cavalry have sent a message," Uruk muttered suddenly, his ears twitching slightly in the air, the werewolves' special communication secret allowed them to keep in touch with each other in this mountain, "Several teams are approaching in the direction of this valley, and they all say they don't remember the mountain path here. ”

As Hao Ren had speculated, the Brain Monster had shielded the valley with some kind of mental interference or perceptual distortion that would be the equivalent of digging an area out of the mountains for any thinking creature - and the disturbed person would not know about it. No one can say exactly when this disturbance began, but one fact is very disturbing: the valley has never appeared on their map from the historical record of the werewolves' migration to the Holy Mountain.

One of the knights didn't understand for a while, and muttered casually: "Anyway, why did you suddenly discover this valley this time?" ”

Uruk glanced at him, "Because of the Protective Crystal - this is the first time anyone has walked here in a conscious state. ”

As she walked, Lily suddenly pointed to the front and shouted, "There's something ahead!" ”

Hao Ren looked in the direction of Lily's finger and saw that there was a half-cut stone pillar on the snow slope next to the mountain road in front of him, which looked like the remnants of some kind of man-made object. He stepped forward to take a look. It was found to be a black obelisk, and there were still bumpy rune marks on the obelisk. An accompanying monk quickly recognized the runes: "The marks of those pagans." ”

"It's been a long time since this thing was scrapped." Itzhax rubbed at the almost completely eroded dents on the obelisk, "Can you test it?" ”

The number of jù terminals floated over and took a photo: "There is paint residue in the dent. Something at least three or four thousand years ago. ”

If even this fragment of an obelisk is three or four thousand years old, then the other remnants of this valley will only be older than this. Ovra looked at the relic in amazement, and suddenly understood a lot of things—such as why cultists were still popping up here unnoticed, despite the constant surveillance of the Radiant Cult.

Because they've been here for a long time!

"They have a longer history than the Radiant Cult," Hao Ren clapped his hands and stood up, "Even before the werewolves migrated here, before the Kingdom of Holletta was founded, before the Radiant Sect was established, this valley was already shrouded in the power of the Brain Monsters. They didn't develop under the noses of the Radiant Cult at all, the opposite was true: it was the Radiant Cult and the Kingdom of Halletta that developed under the noses of these cultists. ”

Obrah had a strange expression. She simply couldn't accept this fact, and it was even more untrue than when she first heard that the cultists' lair was hiding in the Beinz area. Even Betsy's thick-lined mercenary felt that this was a bit fantastical: "The Return Sect is older than the Radiant Sect? Then the world has long been theirs! They have been hiding here for thousands of years, and nothing can they do? ”

Hao Ren waved his hand: "I don't know what they did." We can only speak by a few jù, at least since the werewolves migrated here, the hinterland of the Holy Mountain has been shrouded in spiritual interference. ”

Vivian touched her chin thoughtfully: "There must be a reason why I can endure it for thousands of years without revealing it, and it didn't come out until recently." If it's not that they have some big plans that need to be slowly brewed for thousands of years, or that something has changed in the last few years that has forced them to come out and act. It should be related to the goddess. ”

Opra still frowned, feeling that it was hard to believe. At all costs. The fact that those cultists had been hiding in the sacred mountain for thousands of years had a great impact on her worldview. Thousands of years...... If this is an ordinary race, how many generations have passed?

When did the first cultists gather here? Where do they come from? How do they live here? How is it passed on? How are they connected to the outside world? What is it that allows them to live in seclusion in such a place for thousands of years, and still maintain their same fanaticism for so many generations? Is it just the mental control of the brain monster? Or is there another reason......

"Keep going," Oprah shook her head. To the knights, he ordered, "Concentrate and report any hallucinations or psychological fluctuations as soon as possible." ”

Despite holding the protective crystal. The uneasiness in her heart still permeated. Psychic control is such an unguardable and terrifying thing, and its horror is not only that it can make people lose their minds. What's more, it can make people completely unaware of this qiē. It is difficult for a person who is asleep to realize that he is asleep, and a person who is being targeted by psychic control. It is most likely that it has been eroded when you feel conscious.

Any good mind control master knows a trick: the best way to control your prey is to make it feel free. And any instructor who teaches psychic protection will remember to remind their students that when you feel that your enemy is not so strong, it often means that you have been defeated.

Uruk and the few remaining wolf horsemen around him walked in front with cautious expressions. The mountain road was no longer familiar to them, and there were unfamiliar forks and landscapes everywhere in front of them, and although they walked on the road of their hometown, they still felt as confused as the strangers behind them. Now their only advantage is to adapt to the terrain and environment, so that they have more chances in the event of a surprise attack - but God knows if it will work.

"How do I feel like the brain monsters here are more powerful than Nasaton's?" Lily came to Hao Ren's side and muttered, "Nasaton's brain monster needs to subtly interfere with others for a long time, why is this one here making people GG as soon as they enter the mountain?" ”

"Maybe he's set something up here," Hao Ren pouted, "For thousands of years, it should have dug up a Fang Palace even if it was dug with its tentacles." ”

Lily thought about it seriously and poked Vivian's arm next to her: "Do you know how to walk in the Afang Palace?" ”

Then Vivien and Hao Ren ignored the husky who gave up treatment.

At this time, Uruk, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, his ears trembled slightly in the cold wind, his nostrils opened slightly, and a fishy smell wafted from nowhere: "Be careful...... There is something unclean. ”

Aufra immediately drew his long sword, and the blade of the sword ignited with a raging holy flame, and Nangong Sanba and Nangong Invincible also squinted their eyes at the same time, they launched the special technique of the witcher, in the hunter's vision, the snow-capped valley was covered with a layer of light blue strange light and shadow, and every unclean thing would be hidden in their field of vision.

However, the first to find the enemy was not these combat experts, but the stupid cat who had been wandering restlessly everywhere since entering the mountain: "" suddenly let out an exclamation, and then suddenly rushed out from behind a large rock not far away: "Meow - there are monsters!" ”

Almost at the same time as "rolling" back, a strange humanoid creature suddenly rushed out from behind the mountain rock!

It can only be said that he is a "humanoid creature", because this thing has almost completely detached itself from the human form. The monster was festering, unusually tall, with crudely wounds and mismatched muscles all over its body, as if several corpses had been put together, and it was also covered with a strangely styled vest, which was pitch black, and the surface was decorated with a large number of black crystalline flakes, constantly bursting out with hissing lightning, and it did not look at all like the equipment that the people of Holleta could make zuò.

After this first "stitching monster" popped out, a continuous rustle followed by a large number of such monsters emerging from nowhere, and in the blink of an eye, everyone was surrounded.

Hao Ren didn't know how these monsters had escaped everyone's perception, but he didn't have time to think about it so much at this time. After drawing his long spear and short cannon from the space he carried with him, he rushed forward first: "Kill it first!" (To be continued......)