Marsh struggled to control the horses.

Unlike ordinary horses, wizards use horses that deliberately strengthen their tolerance for radiation in the process of breeding.

But such horses also cannot last long under the erosion of evil spirits and pollution.

Marsh himself grew more and more uncomfortable with the laughter, and the mushrooms above his head began to wilt.

He could only try to speed up as fast as he could, not even caring if he would press down on the face of the person who appeared on the ground.

Thor sat in the car, and the small algae on his body had crawled all over the inner walls of the car.

He listened to the laughter around him grow louder and louder, and then he was left behind by the carriage.

Thor poked his head out of the window and saw that the road ahead was gone, and the road behind him was filled with laughter.

When the laughter was also left behind, the nervous Xiaozao and Marsh gradually returned to normal.

It didn't take long for a huge crack to appear in the mountain wall in front of them on the right, like someone using an axe to cut down the middle of the mountain all the way to the ground.

The fissure goes deep into the mountain, and the shape is deep inside. But as the carriage passed, Thor felt strong fluctuations in his mental power from inside.

I'm afraid there are a lot of evil spirits entangled in this, and they are not on the same level as the ones I just saw on the road.

Morton: [Master, you can't go in.] 】

Sollo nodded and told Marsh to pass by quickly.

But as he passed by the chasm, Thor looked into the inside of the chasm.

This time, he didn't rush into meditation, but instead used his naked eyes to observe the scene near the rift.

He took out a piece of paper and jotted down his observations.

There were obviously a large number of evil spirits in this rift, but these evil spirits were shrunk in the deepest depths.

I don't know what binds them.

The carriage once again left the rift behind.

Along the way, Thor passed by several places that were obviously unusual. But at Morton's prompting, they always get around the most dangerous places.

"It's almost the exit from the Borderlands." Thor emerged from the carriage and stood on the frame beside Marsh.

Marsh was nervous all the way, and now he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, so he could only nod heavily.

Agu: "The Borderlands is a place where there is no unified order. The rules of survival here are complicated. Here, official wizards may encounter mortal dangers, but some special ordinary people may live well. 】

Morton: [In short, after entering the Borderlands, no matter what you see, don't rush closer, master, it's best to observe and understand the rules before making plans. 】

"Observe and find patterns?" Thor remembered the reminders of the two.

Then, the mountains on both sides of the canyon suddenly disappeared, and they were divided into two like tofu blocks.

Thor's carriage finally drove out of the Valley of the Hands and into a new world.

"This is ......" Thor was originally standing on the frame, to guard against danger. But he didn't expect this to be an open grassland.

The grass is green and the breeze is gentle.

The sunlight that had been blocked by the mountain walls on both sides of the valley was also sprinkled unscrupulously.

"Is this the Borderlands?" Thor always felt that something was wrong.

He squinted his eyes and looked closer, the grass and trees on the ground swayed gently, and nothing unusual.

But when Thor looked into the distance, he saw that the junction between the grassland and the blue sky was somewhat blurred.

He carefully released his spirit body and spread it along the ground little by little. But the feedback I received was nothing out of the ordinary.

"The nearby area is fine, but not necessarily from afar. It's unclear where the normal and the abnormal meet. ”

"Your Excellency?" Marsh broke away from the eerie valley of the hanging hands, and felt relieved to see the beautiful scenery in front of him, and he looked sideways at Thor, not knowing where to go next.

"You wait here for me first, don't run around, if there is an abnormality, you will retreat to the interior of the Hanging Hand Valley."

"Huh?" Marsh obviously felt that the Valley of the Hanging Hands was much more terrifying than here, but he was obedient, and although he was still afraid of the Valley of the Hands in his heart, he nodded, "Got it, my lord." ”

Thor jumped out of the carriage, thought for a moment, and took a witchcraft prop from the storage he had never used and squeezed it in his hand.

Banished Pupil.

This was given to him by Khonsa before he died, telling him that if he found out that Gorsa was going to do something to his soul, then swallow this Banished Pupil, and although he would die, at least he would not have to be tortured after death.

At first, Thor thought that the diary had asked him to agree to Kongsha's invitation for the sake of the Banished Pupil. However, when the Wizard Tower rebelled, Thor did not use the Pupil of Exile.

So later, he figured out that the real purpose of the diary for him to go to the Elven Valley was probably to let him see the true face of the planet he was on, and accept the last gift from the half-elves to be promoted to a full-fledged wizard.

If his strength did not reach the level of a first-order full-fledged wizard, then it would be difficult for him to hold out in the Wizard Tower Rebellion until Mentor Gorsa suppressed the Pollution.

However, after Thor's later research, he found out that this Pupil of Exile was not specifically designed to pollute people's souls. In fact, it has many uses in itself.

Through it, you can see the true trend of power, and you will not be confused and disturbed by the disguise of the outside world.

After Thor stepped out of the carriage, he swiped the tip of his right finger on the palm of his left hand, and a crack opened in his left hand. A few wisps of blood with a gray glitter flowed down.

He pressed the Pupil of Exile to the wound, and the ordinary-looking, only somewhat hard eye quickly melted into the wound.

The blood stopped, and the eyeball swirled around Thor's palm, and when the black pupils flipped back outside, Thor felt as if he had lost control of his palm.

It's as if someone had gouged out the palm of his hand.

But when Saul tried to move his fingers, he felt that his fingers were flexible and unrestricted.

He raised his hand into the distance, and then connected his mental power to the Exiled Pupil little by little along his arm.

Suddenly, the picture in front of Saul's eyes shook slightly, and there was a third perspective. Even as the black pupil moved uncontrollably, Thor himself could be seen.

But not just himself.

From the perspective of the Exiled Pupil, Thor saw that there was a halo of colorful light around him.

That halo presents a stark color contrast even in sunlight. The halos were still changing, like the hot writhing air above the flames.

From the perspective of his left hand, Thor could clearly see that the halos were attached to him, changing positions from time to time, closer and farther away.

He didn't know what those halos were, but he could feel himself being watched.

Thor narrowed his eyes, controlling his curiosity and not turning his head to look.

He flipped through the journal in his mind and turned to the page where he had been given the Banished Pupil.

The last sentence of that day's diary was:

Don't look at them. 】

"The price of using the Exiled Pupil is to see things that I can't see myself. I can see them through the Pupil of Exile, but I can't look at them myself. ”

As the Pupil of Exile has been used for longer periods of time, Thor's own eyes have faintly seen colors that are not of this world.

"The Wandering Pupil has to observe the world as well as myself, and once the halo of light in front of me floats in front of me, I have to be careful not to look at them."

Thor mentally summed up the experience of this use, prompting himself what he should pay attention to, and then spread his left hand and walked towards the grassland.

From the Wandering Pupil's perspective, he saw a village suddenly appear about five hundred meters away.

Closer to the village, the meadow suddenly turned into brown earth, and the two boundaries were connected unnaturally like mismatched pieces of a puzzle.

The second chapter is in the evening, striving before ten o'clock

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