After flying for several hours, Modo found that he was actually lost, not only was the fog around him so thick that he couldn't even see the sunrise and sunset in the sky and the stars in this ghost place, even though Modo continuously increased his flight altitude. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, even if Modo estimated that he had raised his flight altitude to more than 10,000 meters, the sky above his head was still foggy, and the little dwarf who didn't have a compass at hand was completely lost.

In this case, Modo can only fly in one direction, hoping to fly out of the fog area where he has seen the hell, and the only good news is that after most of the day's rest, the fat dragon's physical strength has basically recovered, and he can fly for several days in a row.

'No matter how far the journey is, there will always be an end, no matter how difficult the predicament is, there will always be a day to come out', this is the famous saying that the short-lived little dwarf has always believed.

But after flying for three days in a row, Modo began to worry again, the scope of this fog area is too large, it can't be a natural ecstasy array, right? Maybe on the surface, he has been flying forward, and he may have deviated from the direction unconsciously.

But what they didn't know was that two thousand miles behind them, the lich Gonser, riding a ghost dragon, and his flying army had reluctantly stopped.

The murderer who killed Toth in front of him was flying too fast, and in Gonser's perception, the breath of the living on the tip of his nose became weaker and weaker, and he completely lost all his breath when he arrived here, and he knew that this was the reason for the distance, after all, his army of undead pilots flew a little slower.

With a strong resentment, Gonsel and his troops began to return to his headquarters, and he was going to ask the now resurrected waste Thoth who dared to make trouble on the territory of the Forsaken Council.

Lord Modo was not in a very good state at this time, after searching the elven sea and fighting, the excitement gradually receded, and then he felt extremely depressed, and for the first time, he felt that these fogs were so annoying, riding on the back of the fat dragon, as long as it took a while, the dry clothes he had just changed into would be drenched, and it would make people feel upset when they were attached to his body.

In the end, Mo Duo finally couldn't open his eyelids, and after telling the fat dragon Xiaohei, he lay down on the saddle and fell asleep.

Whether it is in the past life or after the time, Mo Duo has very few dreams, and there are also those spring dreams of his youth, as for nightmares, this kind of thing is completely insulated from him; if it is changed to ten years ago, if he speaks a little more awesomely, even if Mo Duo dreams of a female ghost or something in his dream, he can forcibly convert it into a restricted dream.

However, in a foggy place like the Endless Sea, Modo had a nightmare for the first time in his life.

He dreamed that after wandering in this ghost place for more than ten years, and then returning to the Iron Collar with great difficulty, the lair had long been burned to the ground, and the people had either been killed by the Wizards' Guild or had become miserable slaves.

The archipelago where Gem Island is located was forcibly occupied by the werewolf governor Doret, and all the factories that he had worked so hard to build were all cheaper than Doret's little white face, and the loyal thirteen Taibao ogres were nowhere to be found.

Even the underworld was once again ruled by the three races, who colluded with the Wizards' Guild to wipe out the United Resistance, and finally when Modo was completely petrified with Medusa, the ruined stone statue was completely destroyed, and he took out a dagger and stabbed it hard in his heart......

Just as the sharp dagger easily tore through the clothes on his chest, the tip of the knife stopped instantly, and Modo threw away the statue of Medusa in his arms, and roared loudly at the sky.

"Who is secretly plotting against Lao Tzu, and actually dares to manipulate my dreams, lure Lao Tzu to commit suicide, and get out of here." The huge roar was like thunder in the air, shaking the whole heaven and earth.

Staring at a pair of red and almost bleeding eyes, Modo's originally handsome face was indescribably hideous, and he continued to roar at the sky: "SB thing, with Lao Tzu's character, he would kill himself so easily and pull your mother's eggs." ”

"The territory is gone, Lao Tzu will fight a bigger piece again, loyal to Lao Tzu's men, I will save them if they are alive, and the dead Lao Tzu will avenge them a hundred times; Modo stood straight, like a spear that pierced the sky, and every word in his mouth was sounded on the ground.

Incomparably crazy killing intent surged from Mo Duo's body, and then overwhelmingly reached the sky, and then there was a crisp 'click' in the soul sea on Mo Duo's head, and then after feeling the same crisp sound in an extremely distant place, everything disappeared......

Tens of thousands of miles away, on a completely black island.

Black reefs, black dirt, black towering castles, and countless people in black robes.

In the largest black hall of the castle, dozens of lichs with black cloaks sat on their seats, and in addition to them, there were a dozen knights in dark armor, and all their attention was fixed on the two people in the open space below the hall.

One of them was the Great Lich Thor, who was killed by the fat dragon Xiao Hei's breath, and the miraculous thing is that now he has a lot of parts here, but the breath on his body is at least half weak, and he stares at a strange person not far away.

In fact, this strange man can hardly be called a human, because with eight tentacles-like legs and hundreds of terrifying eyes on his head, it is indeed difficult to get together with the concept of human.

It's called Mirage, an ancient race that was born to remotely control the dream realm of living beings, and the natives of the Fila continent thought that this creature had been extinct for tens of thousands of years, but they didn't expect that there was such a survivor in the headquarters of the Forsaken in the depths of the endless sea.

The ability of the mirage is reflected in the number of eyes on the head, this mirage with hundreds of eyes, the strength has reached the point of terror, and it can manipulate the dream of a legendary powerhouse tens of thousands of miles away, killing people invisibly.

Old Toth, who had lost his seat in a greatly reduced strength, with indescribable pleasure, the little dwarf who had made him die once was about to be killed by the big man of the Forsaken Council, the big man mirage, and he trembled with excitement when he thought of the little dwarf dying with great remorse and loss.

Then something strange happened, and the senior member of the Forsaken Council, the top ten mirages in the entire council, suddenly let out a miserable howl, and then his whole body convulsed, and a large amount of blood flowed out of hundreds of eyes, and finally collapsed to the ground, without any life.