"Ah Heng, what's wrong with you?" Drew asked with concern as he stared at Ah Heng, who was a little pale. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How could this be? How could it be them? How could she be in the palace?" Ah Heng said a few words without a beginning or an end, then gritted his teeth and stopped talking.

The night on the ice field in late autumn was unusually cold, and even inside the tent it was not much warmer, but his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he seemed to be in great pain, and his teeth kept chattering, and he could no longer speak half a word.

Drew looked at Ah Heng, who seemed to be in a demonic obstacle, and hurriedly grabbed his shoulder, trying to shake him awake. However, the moment Drew touched Ah Heng's shoulder, he felt as if he had touched a black hole, and the whole person was almost sucked in.

Drew let out a low roar and jerked free. He knew it must be the white bone spear that was at work. Drew raised his massive scabbard and slammed it into the white bone spear. He expected a loud noise, but there was no sound, and he saw that the scabbard and the bone spear were already tightly glued together.

Shocked by Drew, he quickly released the scabbard. As strong as Ah Heng was controlled by the bone spear, Drew knew that he couldn't resist it. If he is also controlled, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Drew anxiously paced back and forth, but there was nothing he could do, and at this time he saw that Ah Heng's eyes had been covered with a layer of crystal white, as if the color of the bone spear, and more white had already lingered around him.

The bone spear came from the monster, which in turn most likely came from the Dead Lands of the Arctic Icefield. As a descendant of the Berserk War Protoss, he had heard some rumors, some rumors about why the Protoss would be called undead by other races.

However, darkness only rages in the Far North, and the greatest threat to the Protoss remains confined to the Far North. But why does Ah Heng's current appearance resemble the legend so much?

Legend has it that once the Protoss is incarnated as an undead, it will become a truly immortal being. They command an army of necromancy, wreaking havoc across the continent. And because of the commander of the undead, the army of the necromancers will not have to hide in the darkness carefully, they will no longer fear any sunlight, and their footprints will cover the entire continent.

At this time, Ah Heng's body was already covered with a layer of hoarfrost-like things, more precisely, it should be layer after layer of light, and it seemed that the next moment, Ah Heng was about to pupate into a butterfly.

Drew knew he couldn't wait any longer, and his entire right arm immediately swelled and went berserk!

Like a storm of lightning, Drew's huge palm slashed towards the side of Ah Heng's neck. Once hit, the unsuspecting Ah Heng will definitely faint and even be injured as a result. But this is also a way out of the way, it is better than being a puppet of darkness.

However, the moment the edge of Drew's palm touched the side of Ah Heng's neck, a layer of armor-like frost blocked Drew's blow, and the huge palm couldn't even move an inch.

Drew was anxious, and was on the verge of rage. I saw his huge body shuttling back and forth in the small space, as dexterous as a phantom. However, no matter how fast he was or how tricky his angles were, every blow he hit was unsurprisingly blocked by the Frost Armor. The force of the impact turned the scattered ice chips into sharp swords, piercing the thick marching tent with holes. The cold wind of the ice field blew in through these holes, making a whimpering sound, as if a ghost was crying.

In vain, Drew stopped his attack. At this moment, the curtain door of the tent was lifted, and the old figure of the Spirit Fox Master appeared.

Although Drew didn't like orcs, he was in awe of the old orcs in front of him. He quietly blocked Ah Heng behind him, and said respectfully: "I've seen the master!"

Master Linghu smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, your friend is in trouble, I'm here to help." ”

"Master, how do you know ......?" Drew looked at the old orc in front of him in surprise.

"Don't be so surprised, you'll know with me!" Master Linghu glanced at Ah Heng behind Drew and exited the tent. Drew hesitated slightly, then followed.

"Look......" Master Linghu pointed to the night sky.

Drew looked in the direction of the other man's finger, but there was only a dark night sky, and he couldn't see anything!

However, the next moment, Master Linghu suddenly spit out obscure syllables from his mouth, and slowly raised his thin arm, only to see a faint light radiating from his palm, covering the tent in front of him.

Drew opened his mouth wide in an instant, only to see that the tent in front of him was actually entangled by countless silk threads, which were hidden in the darkness, and at this time, they were suddenly revealed by a glimmer of light. To his surprise, these threads converged into beams of light on the top of the tent and shot to the far north.

"What is this?" Drew asked involuntarily.

"The dark power from the Far North is essentially a spiritual force, and what you see is the embodiment of spiritual power. Master Linghu slowly withdrew his palm, and the world in front of him returned to darkness. He looked at Drew's still puzzled expression and continued to explain: "Although spiritual power is formless and formless, it is the source of our perception of the world. The so-called flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll up, but it is just a projection of spiritual power in the sea of knowledge. The silk threads you just saw are the ones I used to project the dark power into your sea of consciousness with spiritual spells, it can be silk threads or flying flowers, but its origin is always the spiritual power of darkness. ”

Drew shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand.

Master Linghu smiled and patiently explained: "In the spiritual world of different people, everyone's feelings about the same thing are different, that is, the spiritual embodiment is different. But in fact, the flower is still the same flower, and the cloud is still the same cloud, but it has a different spiritual resonance. For the druids, spiritual resonance is one of the most essential properties of spiritual spells.

These dark forces are extremely condensed, and your spiritual power cannot be released, so you cannot feel its presence. And the reason why you can see those silk threads is because I have built a bridge with my own spiritual power, so that those dark forces that have been condensed to the extreme can resonate with your spiritual power. Therefore, those silk threads are not actually seen by your eyes, but perceived by your spiritual power. ”

Drew still had his mouth wide open, he still didn't understand what Master Linghu was talking about, what spiritual power was released, and what was not seen but perceived by spiritual power. It's a pity that these words couldn't be heard by Ah Heng, otherwise, he would definitely have a feeling of hating and cherishing each other for Master Linghu.

"Master, you better tell me directly, what should I do to save Ah Heng, right?" Drew said, spreading his hands.

"Come in with me!" Master Linghu walked into the tent again.

At this time, Ah Heng was almost completely wrapped in white light. Master Linghu glanced at it and couldn't help but admire: "Such a powerful spiritual power, a mere young man, can actually turn his spiritual power into armor visible to the naked eye to resist the invasion of that dark force." After admiring, he suddenly sighed again: "It's a pity, he can't hold it for too long, when the spiritual armor reaches the extreme, it will turn into pieces because it can't withstand the spiritual resonance." He will be completely controlled by the power of darkness. ”

"Master, please save Ah Heng!" Drew said with a slam on his chest, restless.

Master Linghu shook his head: "Before, I thought it was too simple, his spiritual defense was too strong, and I couldn't intervene at all." ”

"Master, can't you do anything about it?" said Drew, with some disappointment.

Master Linghu thought for a moment and hesitated: "It's not that there is no way, it's just that the conditions are extremely harsh!"