In the thick black fog, Mike and Lynch were hurrying with lanterns to get to the so-called New Town before the fire was over. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The powerful are on top, but they play with us like cards.

And then I'm going to have to fight for my life because of all this random fiddling.

Well, in front of them, I am indeed the same as the weak ones and the cards, no different.

Mike has mixed feelings. He didn't want to see Lynch because he didn't want to get involved in a whirlpool before, so he decisively did something that might leave a bad impression on Lynch's heart, but he didn't expect that because of a word or an order from some people, he not only met Lynch again, but was also even more unlucky to go to the extremely dangerous new city with this person.

The two men stopped, because every once in a while, they had to confirm their direction so as not to stray in the vast black fog.

Mike stood silently behind Lynch, looking at Lynch, who was squatting down and communicating with his arm, without saying a word, and now he probably wouldn't have a good impression of Lynch in his heart.

Lynch naturally knew in his heart that since the two of them acted together, he had been clearly feeling the gaze from the muscular man behind him.

After all, he was crouching, and while Lynch was on the lookout for some kind of attack from behind, he handed a normal card called "Zoroastrian" to his withered palm that was boredly fiddling with clods of dirt.

The palm of his hand got the card, pointed Lynch in the direction, and then quickly burrowed into the dirt and disappeared, leaving only a small, bottomless hole.

"We're a little off. Lynch said, trying to reconcile with Mike: "Actually, I'm a little curious. ”

"Hmm. Mike said sullenly, "What." ”

Mike also has his own thoughts, and although he doesn't have a good feeling for Lynch right now, he still has a clear understanding of the matter. Two people who are also three talents go to a place like Xincheng, and they may encounter something along the way, and if the two of them are so conflicted now, the road behind may be very sad.

Besides, this little ghost named Lynch is also very talented, although I heard that he may be a little timid, but now the two of them are about the same, and he may not be pulled away in the future, and he doesn't want to kill people here, so the relationship should at least be harmonious.

"According to you, this should be the area covered by the flames. Lynch stood up as he spoke, and continued to walk: "Then why can't the Flame Sun dispel the black fog here?"

"How can I know this as a little person. Mike said.

Didn't expect you to know. She couldn't tell Cecil the Flame Repeater before, not to mention that you are just an possessed person, Lynch led the way in front, and the corners of his mouth grinned slightly. Just know your attitude.

"But in fact, although the black fog here has not been dispelled to the extent that it has been dissipated in the past few Fire Dawn days, there is actually not much left, just a little bit. Mike continued, finally opening up his chatterbox: "So although the previous dispersal was more difficult than now, it was much more convenient, and you didn't need to carry a lantern specifically." Unlike now, when the black fog has become thick again, it is inconvenient to do anything, and we still have to carry this thing that looks like a target. ”

"Target?"

"yes. Mike said, his eyes crossed the figure in front of him, which was half a head lower than himself, and looked into the endless darkness in the distance, with a trace of dazedness in his eyes, always like this, every time he looked farther away, the more frightened the darkness in the distance became: "There are some monsters here who are not afraid of the lights, and some of the flame followers can use some spells and other things to stimulate the energy of the lights to deal with monsters, but we can't." ”

"That's right......" Lynch nodded, thought for a moment and asked cautiously, "Do you feel that the power of the flames has weakened?"

In order to deliberately take care of Mike's physical strength, Lynch slowed down, because even if he had just entered the third order, he still found that his stamina and speed were still much stronger than Mike's.

You must know that his endurance bonuses are only "low" and "weak", although the third talent gives him a "moderate" effect, but now it is far from being fully exerted, but it is just slowly strengthening himself day after day.

Lynch waited for a while, and realized that Mike, who was following behind him, had not responded.

He knew that it was taboo that he couldn't use his perception to sweep people directly, so he didn't do it, he just listened to the footsteps behind him and thought it was nothing.

"Mike?"

Lynch was only echoed by a thicker and thicker gasp, like an old cow that had been exhausted from ploughing.

Without saying a word, Lynch immediately summoned a long sword with a faint blue light, his eyes suddenly turned pitch black, and he stopped.

"Mike!

Mike didn't respond to Lynch's question, he ran straight away, changing the angle of his way forward, and went straight past Lynch, who had stopped.

The moment Mike crossed over Lynch, Lynch clearly saw what was happening to Mike with the help of the effect of the Broken Eye.

His eyes were blindfolded by a pair of dry, black mist-emitting hands, his ears were also blocked by a pair of hands, and the lantern he was carrying was gone. From these withered, rotting hands crawled a myriad of thin, hair-like worms that were burrowing into Michael's ears and into his head.

The owner of these four hands was like a little monkey, riding on Mike's head, and the other two hands, which were still empty, were held high as if they were cheering, like children frolicking on their father's head.

"Mike!" Lynch, who was holding a weapon in his hand and had greatly strengthened his physical fitness, shouted and turned on his senses, and began to chase extremely quickly while covering Mike.

It's a pity that in Lynch's perception, Mike is like a madman, just running forward with exaggerated body movements, and there is no imp on him.

"This garbage perception. Lynch cursed and gave up on using perception to distract himself.

With the sword in his hand, Lynch quickly caught up with Mike, who was already foaming at the corners of his mouth, and stabbed the electric sword in his hand directly towards the monster.

The little monster riding on Mike like a monkey sensed Lynch's arrival, and it quickly dodged Lynch's stab, and turned around to glare at Lynch fiercely with a dozen pairs of eyes that he had on his face.

Small body, big head, but only eyes on it.

This dodge forced it to let go of the hands that covered Mike's ears, and at the same time, Lynch controlled the thin electric light on the sword body to bounce violently, like a whip to whip the little monster.

The little monster twitched, silent, and jumped onto Mike's other shoulder, dodging the light from the lantern in Lynch's hand.

"Mike! stop!" Lynch said again.

"Huh?" Mike finally heard Lynch's voice this time, and he let out a puzzled sound, and slowly stopped, his eyes still covered by the little monster to look at Lynch's position, but as if he didn't see anything, he turned his head back in the direction he had been running.

"Mike stands still!" Lynch could only shout, quickly closing the distance, swinging his sword at the little monster still hanging on Mike.

"What-" Mike stopped and didn't move, but he seemed to react suddenly the moment Lynch swung his sword and slashed over: "Wait for Lynch!

Of course, Lynch didn't stop, and his skill in swordsmanship allowed him to swing the sword in his hand smoothly and accurately, slashing at the little monster that already seemed too late to dodge.

What's the use of you holding these little arms in front of you, I won't bother to cut them all off. Lynch grinned.

However, a thick, gray-looking arm stood between the sword and the monster.

Lynch stopped his slashing sword with precision and pressed the sharp blade against Mike's arm. The monster vanished at this stop.

"There may be a misunderstanding, Lynch. Mike withdrew his swollen and very hard-looking arm, which should be his ability, and gasped and spat out the white foam on the side of his mouth: "You listen to me first, don't be nervous - this?"

Arms suddenly appeared from under the ground where the two were standing, and a group of dry corpses emerged from the soil and threw themselves at the two of them with their hands stretched out like mummies.

In fact, most of them pounced on Mike, because they were afraid of the light in Lynch's hand.

Some monsters that were relatively close to the two did not choose to emerge, but tried to grab their legs with their hands.

That little monster just now deliberately lured us here.

Lynch didn't make a sound, and the electric light gathered on his feet and kicked the swarming arms towards him like kicking a ball, while thinking about the scene when the little monster stared at him coldly with a dozen pairs of his compound eyes before he disappeared.

Let's get rid of these weak chickens who are even afraid of small lights, and then listen to what this muscular man has to say.