After communicating with these mages for a period of time, Ying Lan also knew about the situation of Seras, and although she couldn't understand some of the actions of these mages, she still respected them to the greatest extent.

Due to the protection of the barrier, mages rarely come into contact with the black fog outside the barrier, especially low-level mages, most of them have bodies that are no different from ordinary people, as long as they come into contact with the black mist, they will lose their minds and become monsters. In the eyes of most people, the eternal darkness of the outside world can be regarded as "non-existent" under the protection of the barrier. ”

Only a small number of mages are willing to study the Black Mist, including almost all of the Councillors, who have their own unique means of being free from the Black Mist, and because of the prophecy, they are also particularly interested in the world beyond the Black Mist, but again, they can't go far, or they don't want to go far.

These people prefer to concentrate their attention on their small lair, doing things that are hostile to each other and things that don't matter - while Thras is large enough to encompass the entire City of Flames to the New City and all the areas explored by their abilities, it shouldn't be so relaxed.

What's more, these guys know that they are about to fall, and they have also seen the dark lord who is completely much more powerful than them, so powerful that it is almost impossible to catch up.

It's like a bunch of tiny insects who have built a vast tomb for themselves under the protection of others, burying their heads deep and telling themselves that this is safe, and this is the whole world.

Will the barrier last forever?

Among these people, who have existed for thousands of years, still standing here, the indelible barrier that separates them from the black fog is so similar to the so-called "eternal fire".

In the end, it may be only this endless black fog that can continue to be "eternal".

The girl in front of her was still chattering to Ying Lan about everything she knew about the Sunchaers, and when she took off her thick costume, she not only had a slight change in appearance, but even her personality seemed to have been affected by the change in costume.

"It's not so much that we don't want to accept them, it's that these guys have always called themselves outsiders. Kate said, holding her crystal glass in both hands, and sat in her chair in a proper manner. The cup contained the drink she had just received from the little fountain, but she was not seen drinking: "These guys even sometimes feel like they are superior, and it's ridiculous." ”

"Maybe you think you're from a higher place?"

"If their place of residence is better than Seras, they don't need to come!" After listening to Ying Lan's words, Kate, who was sitting opposite him, pouted, looking a little unhappy, but this was obviously not aimed at Ying Lan: "The Tree of Life, the Verdant Crown Cutras...... The name is quite loud. ”

"Tree ......? ”

"I know what you're thinking. Kate added suddenly.

"What?"

"The Sun-Chasers are not welcome right now. Kate narrowed her eyes and looked at Ying Lan's legs hanging beside the bed: "No one will be willing to help these guys, their changeable stance and the attributes of 'outsiders' doom these guys not to be helped." If Perrisius wants to reclaim his own power, he will have to deal with basically the same members of his own family who want to take it back from him. No one will be interested in the power of the Sunstrider except the Sunstrider himself...... There won't be too much. ”

......

On the barren black land, the tentacles that looked very slippery and the thickness of a human thigh slowly stretched out in all directions. Sticky juice oozed from the fine scales of the tentacles, but it gave off a strange fragrance.

The masked mage carefully held his breath and walked lightly through the black mist, keeping an eye on his feet, trying not to touch anything that looked disgusting.

He was heading towards the center of the tentacle.

The talisman in his hand trembled slightly.

As he got closer to his goal, the tentacles on the ground became denser, and in the end, he had to put his feet on them to keep going.

As he advanced, in the dense fog ahead, in the center of all the tentacles, an erect creature that looked like an insect egg, but was more than a person tall, appeared in his field of vision from the billowing black mist.

The mage stepped on the greasy tentacles that slipped under his feet, approaching the giant gray egg.

This egg-like thing is covered with stratum corneum, and the skin has a lot of red lines. The mage standing in front of the eggs observed on his own, and with a slight tremor, the thing looked like the center of some important organism if the tentacles on the ground looked at it together—like the heart. Repeatedly, regular and slight tremors.

The talisman that the mage had been holding in his hand was trembling violently, and he almost felt like he couldn't hold it anymore.

Damn it...... I really want to get out of here......

He thought to himself, but his pace did not slow down until he stood in front of the egg-like monster.

Dense black eyeballs bloomed from the skin, and the eyeballs on them twitched and turned to look at where the mage was standing.

It can see me!

The mage's heart shouted, but there was still no panic, and his body meticulously completed the tasks they had to assign according to the instructions of the previous joint personnel above.

That shouldn't be my reporting goal. He thought to himself.

The other hand, which was not holding the ornament, slowly stretched out and continued to draw along the unfinished red lines on the disgusting body in front of him.

Blood seeped from his fingertips and seeped through his pores, becoming the pigment that painted the red lines.

Is it deception?

The mage was still calm, he just watched his every move, and the voice in his heart always continued with his actions no matter what.

He is now unable to control his emotions and his body.

It's like an outsider.

Blood was being drawn from his body, and the mage could hear the whispers that came out of his own mouth, but the language he couldn't understand.

It dawned on him that he wasn't the one to spy on the castle, and that he might just be a trivial sacrifice in some conspiracy.

His drawing did not last long. Even if all the blood in his body was drained, he only drew a short line.

The dense eyes on the worm shell closed again, and the mage, who had lost his strength, fell to the ground made of slippery tentacles, his feeble hand loosening the trinket he was holding, and the mask fell off with it, revealing his shriveled and pale face, which was no longer human.

The crystal ornament slowly turned into ashes, and the white mask was facing the mage who fell to the ground, his face expressionless, but as if he was laughing at him.

The black mist did not erode the fragile mage who had regained control of his emotions and body, and the mage who fell to the ground was weak and even unable to show a painful expression, just looked at the blurred vision, and the tentacles around him reached over and wrapped himself.

The mask was in the black mist, intact.

It's quiet again.