I will not repeat the surprise of everyone after getting on the bus, such as the sentence that everyone asks, "The inside looks bigger than the outside, what is going on". Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhao Mai drove underground, and used the all-terrain scanning function when he was away to help him find his direction.

He soon discovered the anomaly: a spherical shell-shaped shadow appeared in his field of vision, about ten meters thick, that surrounded the centaur tribe from all sides. Shadows hung over the ground in a circular area, densely packed with trolls. They rubbed and bumped against each other in a very confused way, and continued to do "Brownian motion". Occasionally, one or two would come out of range, scratch their heads, and walk back in. But he looked at it for a while, and didn't notice that the trolls would be squeezed inside, and he didn't know if it was supposed to be like this or just a coincidence.

"A rough estimate is that there are about more than three thousand trolls......" Looking at the dense dots on the screen, Zhao Mai only felt that his scalp was numb. It seems that this shadow sphere shell is something that affects detection and divination, and if you don't pay attention and walk in headlong, you may soon be torn and eaten by the trolls.

How did such a large number of trolls come to be, could it be that the centaurs stored food for thousands of people for a year or two? This question was raised, and even Bran Wharton found it incredible: "That's impossible, how can we feed so many trolls because we often don't have enough to eat every winter." ”

"I have an idea. Barbara held up an arm in the air, as if she had asked to speak in class. "There's a spell called Replication that can massively multiply something. But it didn't last long, only a few hours at most. Even if the troll eats it, it will be hungry for a while. ”

"Anyway, while the trolls are stupid, kill them first. The centaur stomped his hooves and shouted at Zhao Mai, "You can set fire to them with magic, right? ”

Zhao Mai nodded and drove back to the ground. Looking out the window, the forest is calm and peaceful, and although it is a little dim due to the lack of light, there is no sense of danger. For the sake of safety, Zhao Mai first used the tree skin technique to protect himself, ready to transform into a strange ghost at any time, and then left everyone in the car. He took one last look at the all-terrain scan of the car's interior, remembered the distance, and stepped out of the car.

Whether it was sight, hearing, or smell, he couldn't see the anomaly in front of him at all, and even the Force of Nature didn't warn him. He casually made an icy javelin and threw it with all his might. The javelin struck a perfect arc and thuded into the ground.

The Ice Javelin of the Strange Spirit is extremely extreme, and as long as it touches the body of a creature, whether it is a troll or a tree, it will quickly freeze it. But now the ice javelin was just stuck in the ground full of fallen leaves, and although it was constantly cold, it did not allow ice to form on the ground. At the same time, Zhao Mai's spiritual barrier finally reacted. A faint but cunning energy tries to start communicating at the level of thought. It seems that this kind of all-shielded - let's call it "magic array" - has a strong initiative and wants to achieve perfect imitation, so it secretly asks Zhao Mai's thinking to try to deceive Zhao Mai.

"In that case, fire ......" Zhao Mai stopped before he could start chanting the incantation. He thought of a question: if he still couldn't see the effect of his spell, how could he control the range of the flames? If the flames spread out, wouldn't it set the Forbidden Forest on fire? This kind of "additional damage" was not in line with the way the druids got along with nature. So he counted his steps, slowly approached forward, and stood about a meter or so from the range of the spherical shell.

I knew that there were a large group of trolls not far ahead, but I just couldn't see or hear, and this feeling was too uncomfortable. Zhao Mai turned his back to everyone, took a deep breath, and turned himself into a strange ghost. For the first time, the force of death and ice from the Force of Nature descended on the Forbidden Forest, and howling winds erupted in the middle of summer.

Countless blades of ice flew and attacked the unseen trolls, then attacked them with the power of the Alien, transforming them into ghouls. Zhao Mai's order to the ghouls was simple, just keep waving his claws and scratching them. They are blind within the range of the spherical shell, and they may not know if they catch the opponent, but the damage caused will not be healed by the magic array responsible for deception, and the ghouls will continue to be summoned by Zhao Mai, and they will become more and more.

Zhao Mai maintained the state of a strange ghost and constantly created ghouls. He couldn't see the effect at all, so he didn't know if it was enough. After about ten minutes, he turned back into his original form and returned to the car.

"How did you do that?" the curious baby Barbara was the first to ask, "What kind of magic do you use, can you teach me well......?"

Zhao Mai shook his head and ignored her, looking at the all-terrain scan. Directly in front of the car, there was already a large blank space without trolls, and the ghouls-like trolls were still expanding and spreading to the sides. Although there have been some cannibalism among ghouls, the number of trolls is declining overall.

Knowing that this method was feasible, Zhao Mai drove around half a circle and went to the opposite side of the spherical shell to repeat the old trick. Unbeknownst to them, the trolls quickly scratched each other with their claws and died. In the end, there are only a few "lucky ones" left in the spherical shell, and their irregular movements do not touch each other for a while.

At that moment, out of thin air appeared from the spherical shell of the village, a black arched door frame appeared, and in the middle was a liquid of fluctuating mercury color. Crowds of men and horses rushed out of the door frames, fleeing in terror. They eventually rushed into the gray spherical shell range, and then they lost their way, only walking around in a daze.

Zhao Mai asked Addo to hold the centaur chieftain who wanted to get out of the car to save his companions, and he got out of the car first to relieve the power of the ghouls, so that they all returned to frozen corpses. Maybe some centaurs will run into the trolls and a biting fight ensues. He had already seen the pattern, it was a trap to feed the trolls with centaurs! Since trolls can be regenerated, and torn off bodies will slowly become small trolls, so as long as you slowly accumulate numerical advantages, with the help of probability mathematics, trolls will become more and more until they finally win and become a large group of trolls.

"Don't be impulsive, you will only lose your direction like the other centaurs, and then be slowly eaten by the trolls!" Zhao Mai used his psychic ability to calm Branwharton's emotions: "Think about it carefully, your people are all in the camp, where did these come from just now? Did you see any of them that you knew?"

"Yes! I saw Karpass, Tonhoof, and Mane hiss...... No, Tonhoof is dead, and I've seen him torn open and eaten by the trolls. Bran Wharton slowly calmed down, and the red in his eyes faded. "These are my people, but they are not my people, what's going on?"

"Let's just go in and check it out. Zhao Mai comforted him and said, "What can be done outside, we have already done." Now all that's left is to look inside. When the centaur rushed out of the portal just now, he showed a normal expression, indicating that there was nothing to control emotions inside, but it must still be affected by the panoramic deception. Bran Wharton, now you're going to look at the screen and see if there's anything that's not from your village. ”

"Okay, I can do it!" (To be continued.) )