Saul was genuinely shocked by what Camus said.

The matter and dirt in the body of the beast he brought back from a small world with no magic and no active elemental particles turned out to be related to the source of the pollution.

If these things are really dormant polluters, doesn't that mean that there are terror sources of pollution everywhere in that small world like the Borderlands?

"It's a good thing there's no magic there, otherwise wouldn't it be a world full of pollution and alienation?" Thinking of this, Thor's heart suddenly beat faster again, "Wait, could it be that there is this kind of pollution?" ”

Thor immediately took out the tentacles that he had kept in isolation after absorbing the contamination for several wizards.

Each tentacle is translucent gray, with only a dropdrop-shaped black object looking inside.

Thor knew that these black objects were the source of pollution like the Black Tide that had invaded his consciousness space, but he didn't have any special ways to deal with them except for using them to trap people.

Only the parts that are not needed can be kept first.

And it is also very dangerous to study pollution, and Saul's plan is to wait for himself to advance to the second order, and then start in-depth research.

Unexpectedly, today, another form of this black tide pollution source was found in a small barren world.

"Camus, do you know what this droplet-like pollution is? Why is it that all the wizards I've encountered in the Borderlands who have problems have this pollution? ”

Camus lowered his eyes, but did not answer Saul's question.

The old witch whispered to the side, "You don't have to ask about the root cause of this matter. First, it's useless to know about it, and secondly, the matter itself is not known to wizards below the third order. ”

Thor looked back, "And how do you know?" ”

The old witch raised her hand and gouged out her ear, "Of course it was eavesdropping." ”

The severed finger on the back of her head moved, as if to say that everything had to do with it.

Thinking that the old witch had been hunted down by the two or third orders, maybe in addition to stealing something, she also knew something she shouldn't know.

However, this Kuroshio pollution is very dangerous for other wizards, but for Thor, it is at most a matter of sleeping for three more days.

Thinking of this, Thor's original idea of leaving the beast behind also changed.

When Agu finished testing the beast's body tissue, he asked a few people to regroup the beast that had been dismembered - ready to find a time to throw the beast back into the small world.

It's better not to stay in the Borderlands, a beast with a body full of pollution.

Who knows if the high concentration of elemental particles here will awaken the Kuroshio in the dormant body?

Next, Thor examines the gold coins inside the Chaos Compass when he is alone, and finds that the surface of the gold coins is slightly dim.

Sure enough, even with the Crying Smile Gold Coin that can charge the compass, it is not easy to sit back and relax. This type of gold coin should have a limit on its use. I just don't know where else I can get this kind of gold coin with space attributes. ”

"Or is there any way to recharge him?"

Although Thor still has some questions about the Chaos Domain and the compass unanswered, he has at least prepared a place to hide.

As soon as the defensive position is completed, you can confidently and boldly prepare for promotion next.

Just as Thor borrowed the headless body that Brando had left behind in a hurry, he began to test run the Demon Pool. The Inquisition also dispatched a large number of men to intercept several entrances to the Borderlands, checking every pedestrian who tried to enter the area.

While they were being ordered that thieves stealing important treasures from the Eternal Night Empire would find a way to enter the Borderlands, they also had no way to lock it down.

Because the Borderlands is one of the most resource-rich regions in almost the entire continent of State.

Even many third-order wizards, and even fourth-order wizards, have a demand for the sorcery materials inside.

Where there is demand, there is purchase, and where there is purchase, there is transportation.

Even if the Inquisitioning Court was the most powerful organization in the Neflett Continent, with a large number of third-order wizards and two fourth-order wizards, it could not directly seal the passage.

Especially when even they themselves don't know how long they will be mothballed.

Thankfully, there are not many people entering the Borderlands. After the adjudication court arranges several second-order wizards and one third-order wizard at each entrance, it can basically investigate everyone.

On this day, the exit of the Valley of the Hanging Hands was almost front and back with three wizards.

Two of them rode on a spider chariot, and one rode a roar, a demonic creature that resembled a tiger, but had no stripes and two pairs of flesh-winged creatures.

The two wizards sitting in the spider chariot were one of the first order and the other of the second order, and the people who saw the court immediately showed a look of jealousy.

When they heard the other party asking them to remove all the disguises on their bodies, they directly changed their faces.

But looking at the third-order wizards standing on the cliff on the side, they still honestly took off their hoods.

One of the first-order wizards went straight from a young and handsome teenager to a gray-haired old man.

Although the wizards of the Inquisition Court secretly laughed, after checking out that their strength was not a third-order, they didn't care why they were disguised, and let them go directly.

At this moment, a third wizard with his whole body hidden under his cloak rode to the entrance on a flying roar.

"The Empire of the Eternal Night pursues fugitives, and all those who enter the Borderlands are to be checked." The first to speak was a young-looking witch with a kind face, "Please remove all disguises from you." ”

The man under the hood moved, but did not take off the hood. It was the monster he was riding that purred uneasily.

The hood was engraved with a magic circle that hid fluctuations, so that others could not directly see the person's appearance and strength.

The young witch frowned slightly, and said her words again.

But the visitor still did not take off his hood.

Several second-order wizards in the rear immediately glanced at each other, and they all stood side by side with the witch, beware of a problem with the other party's identity, and suddenly burst into attack.

And at this moment, the man hiding in the hood looked up at the wizard standing on the cliff, and finally stretched out a hand to reach for the hat on his head.

Despite his dismantlement, the wizards of the Inquisition did not let their guard down.

They knew that this was often the time for the enemy to launch a sudden attack.

But this time it was different, the wizard riding the roar really stepped back little by little, and the hood that covered his face tightly, revealing a ......

It was enough to make several second-order wizards lose their beauty.

Their eyes fell on each other's eyebrows, eyes, mouths and noses, and they only felt that there was nothing unsightly. When the face shape and facial features are combined, it makes people feel even more suffocating.

The wizards in front of them, both men and women, blushed.

"Stand back!" Suddenly, the third-order wizard on the cliff opened his mouth to order, which also made several second-order wizards gradually sober up.

When they come back to their senses, they are still amazingly beautiful, but they don't lose their minds or blush and their hearts skip a beat.

Several second-order wizards with rich combat experience immediately cast anti-confusion spells.

But in the face of the person in front of him, it seems to be useless.

And this amazing-looking visitor raised his head and said to the third step on the cliff: "Can I go over now?" ”

The third-order wizard couldn't help but look at his face, but he still nodded with a serious face, "Yes." ”

The visitor nodded, lowered his head and put his hood back on, driving the Flying Roar straight through the middle of a group of second-order people.

And when he put on the hood, a few second-order sanity completely returned.

They recounted their bewitchment with fear, but they couldn't remember when the other had cast spells on them at the same time.

"Don't think about it. He didn't practice witchcraft. ”

At this time, the voices of third-order wizards came from the ears of several people.

"That's his instinct. Or, because the race disappears, all the traits of the race are transferred to his instincts. ”

"The disappearance of the race?" A wizard suddenly reacted.

When the unusually beautiful person just looked up, he seemed to show a pair of pointed ears.

(End of chapter)