Two days had passed, and Harris, having estimated the distance and the coins he had left, decided to set off again in the near future. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They spend a week heading southeast to the coastal city of Selen. There was a branch of the Apothecary's Guild, and before the exchange began, Harris said he was going to visit a few of his "old friends" to see if they were still there. At the same time, they can peddle the potions they have there, and then add new ones along the way.

After that, they can follow the ranks of the local Apothecary Guild all the way north to the Holy White City.

Such a trip will make them go around in circles, but the road along the way is extremely uneventful. Except for Harris and Ian, most of the apothecaries are life-saving characters, and they will be surrounded by a large number of guards, and they will not choose paths that do not seem very safe, so Harris can fill in more pharmacy knowledge for Ian during this time.

It's just that they still have one more trouble to solve before they can go.

There are more and more wolf sightings in the pine forests. This anomaly finally aroused the vigilance of the mayor of the town. He began posting signs at street entrances warning civilians not to enter the pine forest, and recruiting hunting squads to clear the forest of wolves.

For such a windfall, Ian and Harris naturally will not let go, not to mention, the fewer the number of wolves, the fewer Carlos' eyes, which is a double win for them.

In two days, Ian had learned to "project".

As its name suggests, this power can create a mirror-like clone anywhere in Ian's field of vision. Provided, of course, that is, under the cover of night.

This doppelganger has no body, and the whole looks like a pitch-black humanoid shadow. Ian was puzzled for a few minutes when he first saw his projection, because the guy in front of him really looked like a shadow man from a mystery animation in his previous life.

To this end, he used the power of "will" to add a robe to this shadow.

As a result, the image of the villain minion evolved into the villain demon king......

It's a little pleasing to the eye.

It is worth mentioning that the projection itself has no offensive or defensive abilities (it is not corporeal), but it can use the mental image held by Ian himself, as well as the power of the night above his head.

For now, Ian can only control one projection at a time, after all, controlling two bodies at the same time makes him somewhat twisted. However, he knew that after this adaptation period, the name of the "Shadow Demon King" would probably spread all over the world......

As night fell on the third day, Ian sat in his room and turned his gaze to the place of "hell" once again. Olivia sat beside him, quietly waiting. She can't use any power now, so she can only wait for Ian to "come back" and tell her the results.

In fact, in the past two days, Ian had inadvertently asked Carlos why he hated her so much, but she couldn't remember when she had been in contact with her.

Maybe the memories of the other party have been cut into divinity, or maybe Crimson did something she didn't know when the divinity controlled her body.

But for now, the two of them have come to the consensus that it is too dangerous to let a wolf crawl on their side, and they must deal with each other before setting off again.

In the quiet of the night, Ian carefully sank his "eyes" into "hell". After the law of the night is changed, as long as the sun sets in the mortal world, then the world attached to the mortal world will also be shrouded by his sword curtain.

After penetrating the light veil that separated the two realms, he did not immediately set his eyes on the wolves, but turned his gaze to inspect the ice field world generated by mental images as vaguely as possible.

The wolf's perception was so acute that as soon as he landed his gaze on the wolves, Carlos would probably immediately detect his arrival. He hopes to get a glimpse of the mysteries of this world before he starts, so that no unnecessary accidents can occur at that time. However, even though he had been as careful as possible, Carlos, who was sitting under the giant wolf, suddenly raised his head when his gaze swept by.

"Who?"

The wolf-skinned man suddenly stood up and let out a thunderous shout, and the bleeding giant wolf behind him also suddenly opened its scarlet eyes, and cracked its mouth and let out a low roar of "whine".

Olivia is right, as soon as his gaze enters "hell", he will definitely be noticed by Carlos.

Realizing this, Ian didn't dare to take any chances. Almost as soon as Carlos got up, a pitch-black shadow rose like flowing water against the current, and in an instant, it turned into a humanoid projection in robes.

Two parallel slits split open from the projection's pitch-black face, casting the gaze of Eternal Night straight on Carlos' shocked face.

"It's you!"

Carlos couldn't help but exclaim. Without hesitation, he flew back in the direction of the giant wolf behind him, and in an instant, the giant wolf of Doom raised its front paws and landed between him and the projection.

This gaze was so familiar that he realized in an instant that he had made a fatal mistake, it was not "Crimson" that peeked at him from the beginning, and what he needed to avoid was not "fire" but "night"!

"Eternal Night, Juggernaut, it turns out that you are the real hole card of 'Crimson'!"

The sound of trumpets sounded in "Hell", and countless frost wolves, living and dead, raised their heads. The giant wolf of doom has the authority of "death", Carlos has put the dead wolf corpse into the "hell" for many years, and now in the face of Ian's projection, he knows that he must not face the enemy head-on, he does not dare to have any reservations, and immediately decided to summon all the wolves in the "hell" to cover his escape from here.

"It's useless. Seeing the undulating wolf tide, Ian couldn't help but mutter

The essence of the night had been changed three days earlier, and under the cover of night was equivalent to being under the shadow of the sword. Pure quantities no longer meant anything to him. Almost as soon as the wolves raised their heads, countless jet-black blades hung over each wolf's head with unmistakable accuracy. Before the wolves could move, the blades fell like arrows, with a breath-piercing roar that pierced through the wolves' hardest skulls and pinned them to the snow.

A soft hiss rang out from Carlos' throat.

Crimson can burn out the wolf plague at a glance, and he has long been prepared for the sword master to have such a majesty. It's just that even if he didn't expect much from the wolves in his heart, seeing this scene with his own eyes, Carlos still couldn't help but gasp.

"Juggernaut, Juggernaut, Juggernaut!"

A wounded beast's angry roar sounded from his mouth. If the Wolf of Doom hadn't been hit hard by Crimson, then he might not have had the strength to fight in the face of the projection of the Sword Master, but right now, he could only hide under the wolf's belly and run away, desperate to survive.

"I won't let you go, as long as I can escape, I won't let you go!" (To be continued.) )