The whole town was shrouded in a leaden mist, and countless faces emerged from it, their mouths wide open and wailing, but not a single sound came out. Siegel saw faces that belonged to humans, half-orcs, and many more, all suffering in the same way, trapped in the mist.

All faces are festering, from youth to aging to eventual decay. When the face changes into a skeleton, it retreats into the mist, making way for the next face. The clouds kept rolling, and faces came and went. They are all expressing one emotion: pain that never ends. The clouds are filled with resentment and pain, darkening in color and expanding in volume. Within the aetheric vision, not only the town, but also the area within a radius of more than twenty miles were covered by clouds and mist. And through the aether vision, this spell was also triggered in advance, and the resentment found a cathartic channel and began to affect the mage.

Siegel had never seen such a terrifying sight before, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He was swept away by a pang of pain, and the misty faces seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and even the sound of wailing began to be heard clearly. Growling and roaring: What is the meaning of life if all life is waiting for the torment of death? Siegel knew that it was not good, and tried to find strength in his soul, to dig out and try to recall the happy side of life, in order to dispel the uneasiness of resentment. But his body was trembling, his thoughts were jumping in confusion, and it was difficult to concentrate on reminiscing about the good things. Siegel turned to magic again, hoping to get support from it. The spells popped into his mind, but before he could catch the words, they were all gone. He was helpless, his mind affected by the spells here, like a sailor who fell into a stormy sea, struggling through the waves and winds, only to be exhausted and consumed by death.

He wanted to get out of the aether vision, but found that he couldn't control it, and couldn't even close his eyelids. A mist crept through his eyes, forcibly keeping the aether vision running. Siegel had a splitting headache, and his eyeballs were so swollen that they almost jumped out of their sockets. If he had been guided by a teacher, he would have known the dangers of Aethervision and how to force it out. But Siegel, like many novices who don't know the height of the sky, rashly uses a technique that he has not fully mastered, and happens to touch the dangerous spell enchantment.

In a panic, he grabbed the twenty-sided dice on his chest, hoping that the power of resistance magic would save him. But since the dimming of the side of number one, the effect of resisting magic has not been seen again. Siegel's breathing was rapid, as if he was about to drown, blood began to flow from his eyes and ears, and the flame of life was gradually extinguishing.

After being controlled by the spirits, he couldn't even call for help, not even make painful babbling sounds. The orcs next to him looked at the masked witch priest who was trembling, thinking that he was communicating with the gods, and they all quietly retreated, making way for a large open space. Siegel knew he had to find a way to save himself.

The state of aether vision must end, otherwise sooner or later it will be sucked dry by the power of the resentful spirit, but flesh and blood can't block aether vision, so there is no point in covering your eyes with your hands. With only one left hand left and barely able to move, Siegel had only one option left - to poke himself blind.

It's a difficult and helpless choice. Siegel let go of the dice with his left hand, and like an old man with trembling, he shook and stretched his fingers into his eyes. He felt that his arm was getting stiffer and stiffer as he left the dice, and he was about to lose control like the rest of his body, so he had to try to concentrate and lift his arm up a little higher. It was a horrific and painful experience that required great courage to endure. The fingers get bigger and bigger in the line of sight, and the lashes can be reached quickly.

The third side of the dice lights up, and then the aether vision stops. There was no more wraith-fog in Siegel's vision, the sky was bright and clear again, and he gasped for breath, feeling that the air full of orc stench could also be beautiful.

Siegel touched the number three with his fingers, and soon learned what this side does: aether vision. The dice seal Siegel's aetheric visual technique, turning it into effect and closing according to his will. Any mage trained in a special technique can do this, but Siegel can't - now he can "finally" do it with dice. Siegel never understood the principle of dice, and after becoming a mage, he tried to parse the spells on them. However, with the number two "hidden objects", no spell can be aimed at the dice, including Siegel's parsing spell. Although it has entities, it only exists in Siegel's field of vision, and cannot be seen or touched by others, so the spell cannot be used.

Occupying a side of the number three, and gaining an ability that Siegel could have mastered through learning, made him feel a little depressed. But when he thought that he had picked up a life, he was relieved. He had heard many stories, mostly about how self-taught mages became archmages. But Siegel found that there was nothing to learn from those people, except for incredible luck. Siegel nearly died after just trying aether vision, and those who summoned creatures unguided, experimented with elemental magic unprotected, and even tried to control the necromancy themselves, were all dead. The accumulation of corpses and bones was enough to completely drown the few mages who were "self-taught".

The mages of Ye Luzi basically live by luck, and the education cost of the academy mages is too high, so it is difficult to increase the number of mages. A mage at the top is certainly powerful, but in front of the temple priest and lord army, a mage is not strong either. Becoming a powerful mage is a difficult path, and the slightest mistake can cost you your life. Unlike swordsmen, the battlefield is not the only danger for mages, there are many mages who die while practicing spells, but who has ever heard of a swordsman dying while chopping a stake?

In addition to thanks, Siegel is about to start thinking about countermeasures. The moment he saw the clouds above him, he thought of the "wizards" of the Knox Guild - essentially mages, but he didn't know why they called themselves wizards. In the Dragon and Lion Cliff, although the skulls suspended in the sky are small in scale and produce different effects, the fluctuations of magic are almost the same, and they must be different variants of the same spell. Now that the Knox Commons have a kick in here, Siegel is ready to leave. The thought that in the Dragon Lion Cliff, the Wizards of the Commoners would cast evil control spells on their mercenaries and make their corpses into witch golems made Siegel shudder. No matter what those sorcerers were going to do to the orcs, Siegel didn't want to suffer from the fish in the pond.

But at this time, Linko was not around, and he and Akus were wandering around the town, asking for news from slave traders and soldiers. It is said that Kaka's party was only half a day's way from town, and when it was dark, General Skinning would entertain the orc leader in his camp. From that time on, the wraithing spell overhead would be activated at any time.

Siegel stood up, ready to go looking for Linko, who couldn't leave him here. Bacon Town is so big, how hard can it be to find a stocky orc village chief apart from the house where the fake witch priests are entrenched? Siegel is in charge of the ground, observing the liquor stores and grocery stalls beneath the sheds, and Baron the Raven flies into the sky to look for clues from the air. Siegel walked from the south end of the town to the north end, and the ravens flew back and forth three times, but to no avail. He had no choice but to return to the lodging quarters and leave a note on his seat that read, in dwarven letters: "Look for me at Humke." (Orc language is written in dwarven alphabet)

After doing this, Siegel decided to leave the place immediately. He hid the cloth bag under his cloak, which contained various materials for making ritual utensils. He left things like dry food, wine bags, and bedding in place, making the illusion that he would come back. Then Siegel found an unnoticed corner, took off the mask and the witch sacrifice, and remembered the orc makeup that Janet had given him, hastily made a fake face, stuffed the false teeth between the lower lip and the gums, and then covered most of his face with a hood. "Hopefully it won't be noticeable. Siegel thought to himself.

"You can't leave town like that. A voice rang out abruptly in front of Siegel. The mage looked up and saw a hazy gray shadow in front of him, his face unrecognizable, but his slender limbs could be distinguished. "Don't be afraid, young mage, I have no ill will. ”

Siegel gestured with one hand holding the shield spell, and with the other he grasped the twenty-sided dice. Through the contact of his fingers, he noticed that the numbers 2 and 3 of the dice were slightly hot and seemed to be taking effect. Aetheric vision and invisible invisibility, two somewhat contradictory functions, actually work at the same time, something Siegel never imagined. But now he can't see the cloud of resentful spirits above his head, so does that mean that the effect of aether vision has been deflected?

"Who are you?" Siegel asked, "What is your purpose?"

"Identities can be faked, purposes can be disguised, and only the footprints under the body are real. "The voice was ethereal, and it was difficult to distinguish between male and female. "In countless possible futures, you have arrived here now, and you have the favor of fate. Come with us, young mage, the path you have chosen is not working, but we will guide you to the right path. ”

Siegel felt that it was better to be cautious, so he replied, "Thank you, I can go myself." ”

"Of course. We believe in your abilities and respect your choice, but please don't refuse our kindness. The voice said, "We go from birth to death, from being to nothing, and then we go through the fire of destruction and the lightning of creation, until the earth is reshaped, the ocean is filled again, and we are not visible until we meet the right eyes." We are the soul of the world, not the world, and only with the help of fate can we have a chance. Let us help you, mage, just as you gave the invisible green dragon Anori a chance.