A colorful reptile slowly emerged from the sand, about the size of a man's fingernail, with six black legs and a pair of wings. At this time, the dark sun has not yet risen, and the temperature is still very low, and many small creatures will seize this time to sip dew and sustain life.

The double moon of Attath overlaps in the sky, with the yellow moon behind and the dark red moon in front. It looked like a huge yellow, bloodshot eyeball, looking down on the earth mercilessly.

If you keep your eyes on the sky, you can see a comet streak across the dark velvety night. The beautiful tail of the comet forms an obtuse angle to the direction in which it is going, pointing at the sun that has not yet risen.

The beetle didn't care about the whole world, it climbed onto a small rock on the windward side of the dune, spread its wings, and stayed. Countless years of evolution have allowed it to develop a special hydrophilic texture on its wings. When the mist condenses into droplets on its wings, it flows down the grooves on its back and into its mouth.

The reptile never stayed in the same place for too long, and after a while it carefully shifted its position, stopping for a moment to observe its surroundings with each step. However, just when he thought he was safe, a camouflage-colored lizard emerged from the side, sticking out its long tongue and turning the reptile into its breakfast.

This is the way of nature, Camilla who witnessed this qiē thought. Nature makes the weak for the enjoyment of the strong, and the fool for the mercy of the able. The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survives.

In the night, the female druid, dressed in a white robe, sat quietly on the cold sand. The wind ruffled her sideburns, and all creatures kept their distance from her, as if she were some kind of goddess who could not be blasphemed.

Some people will show sympathy, even pity, for the weak, such as the Coral Witch, which, in Camilla's eyes, only proves that the legendary mage is not a strong person in nature.

According to the popular view among the Starch Spencer druids, compassion, or empathy, is a flaw found in vegetarians or omnivores. Predators do not have such emotions, as they reduce their efficiency in killing their prey. Essentially, the Starch Spencer sent druids to be solitary hunters, not prey.

Instead of adventuring into the mysterious ancient halfling ruins with the others, the female druid voluntarily chose to stay in the camp to guard the manned balloon, which gave her a chance to be alone.

Camila likes to be alone, which gives her a chance to think. Thinking is to wisdom what a whetstone is to a sword, and a female druid wants to be as sharp and shining as new forever.

She is a clone of the opposite sex of the Primordial Warlock, the strongest of the Starch Spencer Druids other than the Grand Elder himself. But even if she is as powerful as her, the process of transformation is far from easy. She didn't want to think about the process of using the Creator Giant Egg under Tyre City a few months ago to transform herself, but the side effects were still lingering.

Chilling nightmares haunt the Great Druid every night like an irrepellent ghost. The content of the dream is indescribable, inexplicable, full of formless, huge and friendless horrors, obscure.

But this flaw is insignificant compared to the power of the transformation. What's more, Camilla used a simple method to easily cure this problem.

She doesn't sleep anymore.

Starch Spencer sent the Druid's unique magical abilities that allowed her to take turns working on her brain regions, allowing her to re-memorize spells without having to rest. Now, she has plenty of time to work on issues that interest her.

What the Coral Witch will appear in the halfling ruins, Camilla is not interested at all, in the underground of Tyre, she has already seen what a Zào Creator Dome can do. But another piece of news from Tyr made her very concerned.

There was a riot in Tyre, small in scale, but intriguing.

Two groups fought in Tyre, three were killed, and several times as many were wounded. This in itself is nothing special, such skirmishes occur every day in Tyre, and what really interests people is the identity of the conflicters.

One of the dead was a follower of the false Prophet Muhadi, one of his first and most staunch followers. The other two were former gladiator-turned-belongers and belonged to Rikas and Sadilie's advocates.

This is interesting, since the recollection of the king, Taixi has been suffering from the vigilance and siege of various political forces. Although with Camilla's help, he survived the impeachment of the Coral Witch without danger, his throne is still shaky. If the enemy splits itself from within, it is needless to say what it means for the king.

It's not that Tessian hasn't tried to divide his political enemies, but it hasn't worked much. He had also considered wooing the telemagician named Muhadi, but he felt at a loss where to start. Intelligence from all sides showed that he was a staunch revolutionary, and almost insatiably desireless, as if he could not be bought.

If this Muhati and Sadiri gang turn against each other, then things will be interesting.

According to information from Tessian's men, it appears that a group of First Cause believers attempted to force the heretics in Tyre to convert. When a group of citizens of different faiths refused, violent clashes ensued. Not only were there casualties on both sides, but the followers of the Psychic Warlock actually tried to attack the Revolutionary Forces because they were impartial and tried to maintain order.

Now, Tessian is considering a way to sow discord among Muhadi's men and other revolutionary forces, which would greatly reduce the pressure on him.

Camila agrees with the idea, but she can't help any more, and as the adventure progresses, she soon can't contact Tessian.

But the female druid didn't feel sorry for it, she was now very interested in this telemancer. There was a strange attraction in this man, which had not been before, but now it was gradually increasing, and she was eager to dissect him to see where the source of this power was.

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"Do you think he's awake?" said a voice, with an oily tone.

"I thought psychic warlocks didn't sleep, so what couldn't wake up?" another voice retorted.

"Then why hasn't he moved for a long time?" the first voice added, "I think we'd better carry him out, it's too dangerous to stay here." ”

"Say go with my hand. The second voice replied. "Then I'm going to beat you to blood. ”

"I think he breathed too much red mist, so he passed out, and I suggested that he get some fresh air. The second voice continued. "Get out of the way, I'll give him artificial respiration. ”

"Don't do that," the first voice added. "Otherwise, even if he was still alive, he wouldn't have survived. ”

"Fart. Even if he was dead, he could be brought back to life by his father. Muscle Daddy said. "But when he comes back to life, don't tell me that I gave him artificial respiration. ”

"If you lie and lie yourself, I will not accompany you. ”

"Phew, then I'll have to be cautious. Muscle Daddy hesitated. "Why don't you let the Coral Girl give him artificial respiration? Muhathir is a thief, I think he must like to have beautiful women to save him. ”

"What?" the first voice immediately shouted badly. "This is absolutely unacceptable. ”

"Why not?" said Muscle Daddy, impatient.

"Anyway, it's a no-no. ”

"I don't mind helping him," the Coral Witch's voice rang out. "If that saves him, I'll do it. But he didn't need my help, look, he woke up on his own. ”

Muhadi felt that his eyelids were weighty, but his body could not feel them at all, as if they were numb. He struggled with all his strength to open his eyes, a chaotic light, many noisy noises, and all kinds of strange smells stimulated his nerves at the same time. It was as if someone was beating a drum in my head, and there was a buzzing sound.

Synaesthesia, he thought, my synaesthesia is disordered.

He opened his eyes, but he looked like an idiot. Muscle Daddy's voice came. "Could it be that Coral Girl's magic isn't all working? ”

"I'm listening. Muhadi said that his voice sounded so weak, how could his tongue become so clumsy?

"Congratulations on your return to the world. The thief Amal ibn Haran said, "We almost lost you." ”

The murmur in his head had subsided a bit, and the Psychic Warlock still couldn't feel his body, but he could barely make out what was in front of him. Muscle Daddy is on the left, Amar is on the right, and in the middle of the two, directly facing him is the half-crouching Coral Witch Satili, all three of whom have a caring look on their faces.

"I can't feel my body anymore," Muhathir tried to do, but couldn't. "Wait a minute. ”

"Hmm," said Muscle Daddy. "You were so badly injured that we amputated both of your legs. He picked up two legs from the ground. "I'm sorry. ”

"What?!" Muhati was taken aback and started at once. He looked down and saw that his legs were there. "It's not funny. Whose legs do they belong to?"

"Whoever walks with two arms on the ground is his. "Muscle Daddy tossed both legs aside. "How does it feel to be reincarnated?"

"What the hell is going on?" the psychic warlock didn't quite know what was going on in front of him, he was still confronting Karak of Tyr a moment ago, and he remembered that the other party had unleashed a spell that was incredibly powerful...... The next moment, he suddenly appeared here.

"We want to ask you that question. Amal ibn Haran said. "When we found you, you were a statue. Don't you remember what you had before?"

"Statue me?"

"That's right, you really became a statue just now, and if I want to say, that's stupid and cute. You have your mouth wide open, as if you are instigating someone. Muscle Daddy said. "You were over there," he gestured casually. "The strange old man is still hanging out there, and he's fascinated by the ancient artifacts of the halfling. ”

Muhati saw that the old man's back was indeed there, but he still didn't know what had happened, and what happened to him turning into a statue?

The Coral Witch looked at the Psychic Warlock with concern, and her countenance remained perfect no matter what angle she looked at. "Let's climb the rope down to this ruin, do you remember?"

"I remember that. Muhadi nodded, feeling tired and weak, but nothing was wrong anymore. "Then I won't find you. ”

Sadiri frowned slightly, and Muscle Daddy said. "That's not true, you obviously inhaled too much red mist, and suddenly you went crazy, and I tried to catch you, but you yelled and ran around. ”

"What did you say?" said Muhadi, incredulous. "It can't be, I remember it very well, I didn't yell or run around, but you disappeared. ”

"I'm afraid I'll have to back up our big friend this time, even though he doesn't have a brain. Amar said in a tone of ambulance. "I see you lose control, too. ”

"I'm a telemagician, I can't get out of control, I can't go crazy. Muhathir said firmly. "At least not this madness. ”

"There's no need to be ashamed, this red mist has a strong hallucinogenic effect, which can make people completely detached from reality without realizing it. The thief said, pointing to the ubiquitous, red mist that loomed in the ruins. "A lot of famous adventurers have been planted on this, and you're just suffering a small loss. ”

It can't be, thought Muhadi, I couldn't have been hallucinating before, I had traveled through time. "Go on, what's wrong with me?" he asked.

"I saw you running deeper into the ruins, and we tried to catch up. The Coral Witch fetched a bag of water, carefully fed the Psychic Warlock a sip, and recounted what she had seen. "The terrain of this ruin is complicated, so we lost you for a while, but thanks to Amal's knowledge of the ancient ruins of the halflings, he dismantled several ancient mechanisms, and we were able to find you by taking a path. ”

Muhadi nodded to Amal, "So you found me, and then?"

"You're petrified. Satili said, looking him in the eye.

"I've been petrified by the Witch King. Muhathir said.

The Coral Witch gracefully raised one eyebrow with a lovely look of confusion. "What Witch King?" said Muscle Daddy and Amar in unison.

"Witch King Karak, Lord of Tyr. The Psychic Warlock said.

"Hey, it looks like he's still not getting better, Coral Girl, your spells shouldn't have burned his brain. Muscle Daddy slapped his thigh.

"Let me warn you, Lord Muhadi. Amal ibn Haran said. "The Witch King Karak has been dead for a long time, and that beautiful monarch slayer is right in front of you. He bowed sartorially as he spoke.

They thought I was talking crazy, Mohamadi thought, but I wasn't crazy.

"It may sound unbelievable, but I kid you not. The psychic said, "I...... Sue me, how do you think I was petrified?" Halfway through, he suddenly felt that he shouldn't have told him about his experience of crossing over, at least not so early.

"You stepped on a trap in the ruins, so you were petrified. "Amar sue sù the Psychic Warlock. "When we came to you, you stood on top of the trap. Sadiri was exposed to petrification, and that's why you came back to life. ”

"It's not logical, where did the magic come from in the age of halflings?how could I have been petrified by their traps. Muhati found a loophole in his words.

"I didn't say that magic was left behind by halflings, but from what I've observed, it's much more recent than halflings, three or five years old at most. Amal shrugged and said. "This is supposed to be left behind by the antiquarian hunters, and if you've ever done my job, you know how fierce the competition is among our peers. ”

Muhati looked around, this was not the place where he and the Witch King Karak would last confront. He remembered very well that he was standing at the door of the dome-shaped building, and now he was on the periphery of the ruins. "How long have I been petrified?" he asked the Coral Witch.

"About half an hourglass," said Sadiri, apologetically speaking, as she took Muhathir's hand. "I've made it as fast as I can, but there are a lot of monsters in this ruin, and I took a little delay to find you, so you won't blame me. ”

"She single-handedly killed an entire legion of infected halflings. Muscle Daddy said triumphantly, as if he was the one who had killed the strong enemy. "And then she slaughtered a two-headed snake dragon, you should see what she looked like...... If you want me to say, you should find such a girl to marry a wife. ”

"You killed the two-headed snake dragon?" Muhati asked in surprise.

"Why, are you related to that snake dragon? I don't think you look like a snake, but a bit like a horse. Muscle Daddy said.

"Did you encounter a snake dragon too?" asked Satili rhetorically. "Did you accidentally hit the trap because you were dodging it?"

"Nope. The Psychic Warlock looked down in contemplation, his memory was discrepancing with what others were saying, what was going on?

I had to think carefully about what I had since entered the ruins, Muhadi pondered, to find out what he had overlooked.

Seeing that the Psychic Warlock was lost in thought, Satili was empathetic and did not bother.

Thinking about it carefully, Muhathir said to himself in his heart that it was indeed possible that he was affected by the red mist, and that his contact with the Witch King Karak after entering the ruins and after crossing over was indeed a bit illogical. For example, why Karrak didn't get to the bottom of it, and asked about the Coral Witch and her revolution. He was satisfied to learn that the primordial warlock would be resurrected, which was not the intelligence of a witch king.

But to say that this qiē is all an illusion is unreasonable. My own experience is too detailed and concrete, and it cannot be imagined out of thin air.

So why is there such a big discrepancy between my own memory and other people's narratives, and what is the problem?

"It's a possibility. Muhathir said. "I'm not hallucinating, the red haze doesn't affect me. You are the ones who are affected. My memory is correct, and yours is not. ”

The thief Amal laughed, and the muscular daddy said, "Are you sure you don't need Daddy to give you a bag of spirits to drink, you drink it, vomit it, and sleep well, and you will get better in a while." ”

"It's theoretically possible. The Coral Witch said to the Psychic Warlock, one hand grasping the end of her own gold and wrapping it around her fingers to tie a knot. "I'd like to hear your explanation, do you have proof?"

"We have a lot of evidence. "Muscle daddy excited interface. "Do you know what we found when you were turned into a statue?"

"In the dome-shaped building in the center of the ruins, we have a number of gold coins left behind by the halflings. "And we've got a complete map of the Teal Age, with which we can easily find the Pure Fortress, or any of the ancient halfling ruins!

"May I look at your magic book?" said Muhathir to Sadiri.

This is a rude request, as a mage's spellbook is their most precious personal possession, and even those close to them often do not disclose the contents of their spell book. So as soon as the words blurted out, the psychic mancer regretted it.

Sadiri was obviously stunned when she heard this request, and showed a very embarrassed look. Even if Muhathir has almost no emotional fluctuations, it is a little unbearable to see that he is in such a dilemma for such a stunning beauty.

"Forget it," said Muhadi, who couldn't read the magic book himself anyway. And every time I turn the page of my magic book, the content of the previous page seems to change, and I may not recognize it. "I'm kidding. ”

Satili let out a long breath, "Thank you. She said sincerely. "Maybe in the future, I trust you, and you give me this feeling. ”

The Psychic reached out and touched his chest, and under his robes, a small hard object gripped his hand. It was a piece of coral, which little Satili had given herself. He wondered how the Coral Witch would react if he took it out. But on second thought, forget it, the ancient ruins aren't a good place to chat, not to mention that Muscle Daddy and Amal are still around.

"I was wrong, maybe I was hallucinating. Muhadi concluded.

Muscle Daddy said in a rough voice, "I'll just say it, but you should thank me, it's still Coral Girl, we saved your life." This little thief doesn't need to thank him, when you are unconscious, blame him for talking too much, otherwise you will be able to kiss the coral girl!"

"Thank you. Muhathir said.

"You're spreading rumors!" retorted Amal ibn Haran.

Satili leaned down and kissed her lips on the psychic mancer's cheek, leaving a friend's kiss. "I'm glad we didn't lose you. Her silk hung down on Muhadi's face and shoulders, tickling.

Muhati had never seen such beautiful azure eyes, such a flawless and delicate face as white as jade.

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