The black figure slowly approached, and its form gradually changed. A graying shadow stretched out from his hand and turned into a rusty sword. Following the hand holding the sword, the dark shadow became clearer and clearer, and the bracers on the arms could already be seen, then the shoulder plates, breastplate, tunics, and helmets. In the slit of the helmet was a pair of ruthless eyes, and beneath the armor was a gray corpse, and the withered hands were holding the blood-rusted sword. The form appeared for a few seconds, then turned into a moving shadow again.

Siegel and Janet fled, and the metal gate roared. The two men hurriedly lay on the ground, and then a blazing flame swept through the air, enveloping the entire radius of a hundred meters. The flame brought warmth and regained strength to the frozen hands and feet of the two men. They used their hands and feet together, and crawled forward under the flames.

The black shadow was ignited by the fire, twisted and fell, tumbling on the ground like boiling water. Siegel felt that the pressure in his heart was much less instantaneous, and he took out his wand and cast the spell of the energy missile. Purple balls of light flew towards the black shadow, then pierced through and exploded on the ground. The inspiring air currents caused the shadow to writhe a few more times, but it did no substantial damage.

"Undead, ghosts, troublesome opponents. Siegel gritted his teeth and dragged Janet on.

Since there were flames overhead in a range of more than 100 meters, the two of them could only crawl outward. Just when Siegel thought he was going to leave the range of the fire, everything around him changed in the blink of an eye. The stone floor turned into a wooden floor, constantly sloping and swaying. The dry, hot flame air became salty and damp, a smell of the sea. Siegel looked up and found himself kneeling on the deck of the Lucky Soth, no armor but a tattered gown, no wand in his hand, only a dirty rag. The big ship was moving fast on the sea, the sails were bulging, and the sky was clear.

"Squid, what are you waiting for!Hurry up and clear the deck!" the captain's voice was clear and bright, and Siegel left two lines of tears. "After cleaning up, go to the watchtower, don't be lazy!"

Siegel crouched down and wiped the black spot from the deck with all his might, but he couldn't wipe it off. He felt anxious and uneasy, and he pushed harder and harder. "Watchtower, watchtower, I'm going to the watchtower. He repeated the words like crazy, sweat dripping down his hair and wetting the rag. The black spots faded as they were wiped, and their contours became clearer and clearer, as if they were the side of Sir Bill's face.

Siegel was startled and jerked up straight. By this time it was already dark, and the waves were coming, and the hull of the ship was shaking violently. Next to the lucky Soth, a large, hideous-looking ship approached. On the side of the ship were wooden sticks stuck in Kita's head, and dozens of orcs with serrated broadswords shouted loudly as they prepared to board the ship.

"Why didn't you go to the watchtower?" The first mate had a broken arrow stuck in his eye socket, and black blood was constantly flowing from it. He grabbed Siegel by the neck and said sadly, "Why didn't you see it this time?"

Another arrow came and pierced the first mate's temple, killing him.

The orcs threw their grappling hooks, tied the two boats together, and then hopped aboard the lucky Soth, brandished their weapons, and killed anyone they saw. Siegel fled, looking for weapons to keep in his hands along the way. But every time he tried to pick up a sword, or even a stick, the weapon would break in his hand—the sword would break, and the stick would rot. He staggered and ran on the deck until he tripped over a corpse.

The old captain had a throwing axe stuck in his chest and a cut in his neck. He still had his last breath left, and his mouth full of blood foamed opened and closed, telling his last words: "I'm so disappointed, I'm so disappointed......"

Siegel brushed the captain's face with his palm, closing his eyes. He wiped away his tears and stood up from the captain's body. The orc pirates pounced, serrated scimitars whistling through the air. But at this time, Siegel was not afraid at all, and a wand appeared in one of his hands, and a scimitar in the other.

"How does this orc act like a goblin?" replied Siegel calmly. He raised his wand, and a dazzling light burst from the top, like a little sun. The orcs covered their eyes and cried out in pain.

In the light, the images of these orcs vanished, and an even larger black shadow loomed over them. Siegel looked up to see that the red dragon that had been killed in the camp of the Jackdaw Tribe was flapping its wings and slowly landing in front of him. A thick stench of sulfur came to his face, and the dragon's eyes contained angry flames.

"See you again, human. The dragon's voice was clear and deep, directly shaking Siegel's soul: "This time it's just you and me. ”

Siegel laughed and said to the dragon, "Is this what you use to scare me, a dragon? If you're real, I'll admit I'm no match for you, but I'll still kill your master and eat your flesh!"

"Master, do you mean that?" the dragon grabbed a piece of armor from the void, like a death knight and a dark shadow chasing Siegel. The dragon breathes flames, burning armor into molten iron. It shook its head and roared loudly, "Dragons have no master!"

Siegel frowned, feeling that the illusion was too much like reality. Visual, auditory, olfactory, and tactile aspects are as real as they are. The strangest thing was that even though he knew he was in the midst of an illusion, he tried several methods and changed several spells, but he didn't get out.

The dragon looked down at Siegel and laughed at him, "Oh, little magician, who will save you this time? From the tent came the screams of the Messiah as she gave birth, followed by the cry of a baby. Janet shouted happily in the tent, "Born, finally born." ”

Flames erupted from the dragon's mouth, engulfing the tent and turning into a burning fire. The huge claws pressed down, turning the fire into a cloud of smoke and dust, and turning it into flying ash. The dust was black, floating on Siegel's face, still hot.

Even if he knew it was fake, going through it again would still make Siegel's heart ache. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his stomach was twitching again. Tears seemed to flow from his eyes, and Janet's last call kept echoing in his mind.

"Little mage, what can you do to me?" the dragon lowered its head and stopped very close to Siegel. Smoke still emanates from its nostrils, and flames burrow between its teeth. "What can you do to me? I am the great dragon Cagrachis, I am the lord of the volcano of Sittorius, I am the shadow of the Red Rock Valley, and I can torment you forever. Even if you are a sharp sword, I will break you, smash you, erode you, and make you a puddle of mud that is useless. ”

Siegel took a burned-out piece from his face, sniffed it under his nose, and rubbed his fingers to make it turn into ashes. He sighed and stepped forward, standing in front of the giant dragon's head. He had learned to be calm, to restrain his emotions, and to balance his intellect and sensibility. Siegel smiled at the dragon, then said, "Dragon, Juggernaut, and Dark Shadow, great titles. You can be reborn in this fantasy world, so realistic, so powerful, do you know why?"

The dragon didn't say a word, but its eyes were focused, clearly concerned about the answer to the question.

"That's because I dissected you, ate you, and knew every detail of you. But even if you were to be realistic, I could tell the difference!" Siegel stabbed his wand forward with a dazzling glow. The dragon's scales came to naught, and the surrounding scene shattered into pieces and vanished. Siegel felt himself stabbed at something, and a warm sensation ran down his wand and down his sleeve. A man with a withered face looked in amazement at the wand on his heart, blood foaming from his mouth. Dressed in an earthy robe, he raised his shriveled hand as if to cast some spell, but before the spell could be completed, he fell, and his body fell to the ground.

Siegel found himself still in the dwarven cave, but it was a circular room, and the passage to light the fire was just outside the room. In the center of the room was a platform high above the ground, about the height of Siegel's chest, on which a full-length giant dragon skull sits.

There were four corpses around the platform, and from their costumes they looked like they were guarded by the Dawn Sun. They were all in one position: lying on the ground, their left hand pointing at the dragon's skull, their wrists sliced open, and the blood had long since dried up. In addition to this, Janet was also lying on the ground, her whole body was convulsing, like she was having an epileptic seizure.

He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Janet, gently placed her in his arms, and whispered the incantation in her ear. Janet's shaking slowed a bit, and Siegel rolled her eyelids. Her eyes were rolling erratically, her eyes were bloodshot, and the effects of the illusion were still not over.

Siegel broke free from the spell and used a lot of stamina, but he continued to chant spells to help Janet regain her senses. But she didn't look any better, and she sank deeper and deeper into the dream. Janet's appearance began to change, first as a little beggar, and then back as a demon.

Siegel kissed her lightly on the forehead, then grabbed Janet's hand and held it to her lips to support her. He prayed to the God of Storms, he prayed to the Mother of Life, and even prayed at the same time to all the gods who knew, as some pirates did. Janet is still changing her appearance, there are young and beautiful young ladies, there are dignified ladies, there are handsome and dashing young men, and there are rich and fat people. Then a face appeared in front of Siegel, "Malt" also known as "Little Thumb".

Siegel was stunned and rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that he was still in a fantasy world. Malt's face soon changed and became an unfamiliar face again. This change lasted for about ten minutes, and Siegel kept holding her, looking at her face after face, all the while pondering in his heart. Suspicion seized him, growing like a weed, and spreading like a plague. 'Who is Janet?'What are these faces of hers for?How can she have a malty face, is it a hallucination or a deception?Why doesn't she say, what else does she not say?' These voices and thoughts kept popping up in Siegel's mind, causing him pain and annoyance. The mental torture is like the interrogator whipping back and forth, and the wounds will be layered, deeper and deeper, and more and more painful.

Until Janet reverted to her demonic appearance, curled her tail into Siegel's arms, and fell into a deep sleep. At this time, her face was serene and calm, like a newborn baby, defenseless. The long red eyelashes shook slightly, and he muttered to himself. Siegel leaned down and pressed his ear to her lips, finally hearing Janet's words. "Siegel, little squid. She repeated, smiling.

"Poor fellow. Siegel knew that Janet was now stable and that the effects of the spell were starting to fade on her, but it still needed time to regain her spirits. With twenty-sided dice, Siegel has magical resistance, but not everyone is as lucky as he is. He gently placed Janet on the ground and kissed her on the forehead again.

"Sleep in peace, kitten. Siegel said, "I'll take care of everything, including your past." ”