Fear can easily turn into hatred, which is an innate, instinctive response to self-preservation.

After being attacked by the monsters in the salt lake, all the surviving salt workers spontaneously took action and followed the army to take revenge on the "murderers" who killed their family and friends.

With the caster in charge, the attack on the Tuka side went very smoothly for a while.

In addition to the aquatic corpses that had to be dealt with by the City Guard for emotional reasons, the "miscellaneous soldiers" such as the overgrown monsters and fish monsters, and the "militia" of sturdy salt workers could take care of it.

Using their homemade spears and swords bought from blacksmiths, they often get together to inflict fatal damage on monsters.

Of course, the monsters are not defenseless - many militiamen who have hastily left the team have been ambushed by the monsters, and in fact, both creeping monsters and fish monsters are actually too dangerous for ordinary humans.

With broadmouth-like heads and knotted muscles, the Ichoglish are so agile that they can cause a lot of damage if they are not caught in a queue with their long-rod weapons when they are not caught in the queue by their long-rod weapons.

The creeping monsters, known as the "waddlers", are not as fast as the fish monsters, but once approached by their skilled camouflage, their opponents will be violently volleyed by the rough vines.

Worse still, they are bound by vines on their bodies, and while they look like piles of rotting vegetables, they are actually intelligent carnivorous plants - the spikes on the vines inject digestive enzymes into their bodies while tying and tightening their prey.

The only thing that can effectively harm them is fire, but even if you burn the brains and receptors that grow on the creeping head, the main stem hidden inside its heavy body can actually give birth to new creeps.

Fortunately, humans learned their lessons, and were able to share their experiences effectively in the face of a common enemy: the militia of salt factory workers gradually abandoned their swords and began to use spears to defend themselves against the enemy, while the able-bodied people carried coal and black oil, and the skilled throwers threw coals dipped in black oil and lit short torches.

In the residence of the consul of Tuka City, the emir, who seemed to have aged much older overnight, climbed the stairs and walked into the underground mausoleum where his ancestors were buried, accompanied by the family worship mage. The entrance to the mausoleum was guarded by the emir's adult sons, armed with swords, and more family warriors guarded the entire mansion.

"I'm ready, Master. Looking at the stone coffins of the other two emirs, his father's ancestors, the old emir spoke to the family worship mage in a firm tone, "Let me see how the battle is going. ”

The candles on the walls smoked, the damp air made the smell of incense stronger than usual, and the light inside the mausoleum was dimmer than he remembered.

Hearing the housemaster's request, the old mage nodded, took out a few pink salt crystals that had been polished into a hexahedron shape from his robe, and threw them into the copper basin filled with clear water in front of him.

The old emir took off his shirt, dipped his palms in a copper basin, and took a handful of salty water to wipe his face and chest. The mage chanted the incantation and began to walk clockwise around the kneeling archon, occasionally sprinkling colored spices on his body.

The spell had an effect, and by smearing it with water infused with runic pink salt crystals, the Archon of Tuka City entered a state of psiness—a special prophecy spell that allowed the recipient to feel a certain part of the future.

The old emir's eyes began to glow pale blue, and the gas he breathed turned pale pink smoke. He felt as if he had been squeezed out of a viscous liquid, and when he hesitated to look back, he couldn't help but be shocked.

In his vision, pieces of saltwater colloidal monsters like jelly were neatly stacked together, and they were tightly attached to the wall of a tall ring building—it was the Great Arena!

He realized something immediately, and instinctively wanted to send the signal agreed with the offering mage so that he could pull himself back to reality. But at this moment a murmuring voice reached the ears of the old emir:

"I don't expect you to really understand the heart-wrenching, mind-shifting magic of the fluid that flows into the veins. But I can teach you how to confuse people's minds, imprison their senses, or enhance their reputation, or brew honor, or even prevent death. ”

Although he felt the malice contained in the unfamiliar voice, the old emir still wanted to take advantage of the state of spiritual vision to understand more, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

"No, no, no," the owner of the voice interrupted the old emir's question with a series of negations, "mortal, do not use your poor insight to guess my existence, my generation is older than the ancient, even far beyond the so-called gods!"

As if to match the deafening roar, a grayish-green cloud of slime rose from the center of the arena. Even though he knew that he was in a state of spiritual vision at this time, the old emir was already terrified.

Four tentacles protruded from the massive slime cloud, peeling back the surface of the slime to reveal the strange fish hidden inside. It has a pink belly with a large mouth lined with seven pairs of pulsing blue-black special organs that secrete mucus - its cheeks that can be used to breathe, smell, speak, and secrete mucus to the surrounding area.

The monster that appeared in the vision of the old emir was the one behind the monsters that invaded Tuka City, a benthic demon fish left over from the primeval times.

When not eating, the closed mouth of the benthic devilfish is like a pale fold, and it is also like the strange smile on the face of this monster.

"Choose to serve me to gain my knowledge and strength. The eyes of the three red eggs that grew on the top of their heads flashed dangerously, and the benthic demon fish relied on the gill orifices to vibrate the mucus and uttered: "Otherwise, you and your city will be destroyed." ”

Sure enough, although he didn't know what this monster was, the archon of Tuka City had already thought of a countermeasure. He asked respectfully, "What kind of great being are you?" as he secretly made the agreed gesture to ask for help from the family worship mage outside the spiritual state.

The family worship, who had been keeping a close eye on the progress of the spell, immediately responded, and the spell against the psionic state was quickly recited from the caster's mouth, and a bottle of special incense was immediately placed under the nostrils of the old emir.

In an instant, the illusion of the spell began to shatter, and the old emir spun and turned into a phante, and escaped into the ancestral mausoleum of the archon's mansion in the illusion.

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