"I said, 'Is this intentional?'

Jumping from the high rock to the ground with a whoosh, Curt looked embarrassedly at the horizon blocked by the vast fog. The Great Wasteland, which had a good view a few moments ago, was shrouded in this thick haze in the blink of an eye, and it was difficult for even Lizzie to see Lizzie standing above the rocks and staring.

The green light of the moon wheels reflected on the thick fog, causing them to turn into poisonous vapors spewing from the depths of hell in an instant, as if to suck the two of them into a vortex invisible to the naked eye. The wind that was blowing from nowhere stopped abruptly, as if even it was afraid of the strange moonlight, so it was forced to stop.

But then again, he didn't expect such a "coincidence" in this world. Just as they wanted to take a closer look at the "thin line" standing in the distance, the thick fog that was as thick as a wall began to emerge from all directions, blocking their view just right.

"How can there be such a deliberate weather. ”

Lizzie's voice reached Curt's ears through the thick fog, and her voice sounded a little tired: "Although I don't feel anything particularly obvious, this is a 'foreign' land after all. Not to mention the living things, at least the natural environment is somewhat different and understandable. ”

Even she would get tired from using spells for a long time, and now that she was doing so, it seemed that she had devoted most of her energy to mastering the "principles" of the foreign land. After all, if you want to use spells in a completely different environment, you need to know the basics.

Although the body will return to its original state, the magic power filled in the body will not be consumed much. You have to ingest the same amount of mana to fill it. The bodies of the two of them underwent heterogeneous changes after being affected by that "curse", and the specific nature has not yet been fully understood.

"We have to act quickly, even if the place seems fairly 'safe' right now. Lizzie jumped off the rock. It landed on Curt just right, put his head over his shoulder and said, "Now, how much more of your body has recovered?"

Spending a lot of mana can make your body tired, and in this wasteland without any supplies, even a little mana should be spared as much as possible. Although there are still a lot of bodies, Lizzie is also like a child who is being spoiled. Pressed the weight of his whole body on Curt's body.

"There's no problem, it's going to be back to normal in about ten seconds. ”

He moved his arm, which had become its original state, as if it had never been injured. It's quite natural to move. Not only the body, but also the body is restoring its original state at the fastest degree, and it will not be long before this body can be restored to its "original" appearance.

Just wait, as time goes by. The wounds that had been left on my body had disappeared recently, just like every time I had been seriously injured in the past. It won't take long for it to return to a lossless state. No...... To be precise, it should be that both his and Liqi's bodies remember what they looked like at a certain point in time, and when some uncertain conditions are met, they will regress based on that point in time.

It's just that although the body will take the initiative to recover, the things worn on the body will not. Whether it is the equipment used as armor or the clothing that covers the body, it is completely damaged after being destroyed, and it is necessary to restore the clothes that are about to turn into rags. It is better to use a needle and thread.

Of course, there are no such convenient conditions on site.

Laughing miserably, he looked at the clothes that could barely cover his body. Curt sighed helplessly: "This dress is still newly bought, I didn't expect it to be full of holes so soon." If I suddenly fall back into Cutrice City, I won't be mistaken for a beggar in this outfit, will I?"

It may sound like a legitimate concern, but in this case, such a concern is nothing more than a joke to relax the atmosphere. The magic of unstable dìng sometimes builds a "door" to a foreign land, but unilaterally it is difficult to determine where the opposite side of the "door" leads.

Some foreigners did not come directly from their homeland to the world in which Curt lived, but may have walked further and further in the labyrinth of countless "gates" before finally arriving in that world. Of course, there are many records of people who have disappeared unexpectedly and then returned.

These unstable "doors" are rather unreliable, because no one knows what will appear behind the aura in front of them. Even if you choose to step into it in a desperate way, you will only get a much worse result than the status quo in the end, and the lack of arms and legs may still be light.

"Put away your useless worries and hurry up! Instead of pinning your hopes on that unreliable 'door', it is better to think of a reliable way. The girl lying behind Curt muttered in a low voice, "The distance is about ten kilometers, hurry up and go in that direction!"

The little girl was lying on Curt's back with a big grin, giving orders, not caring at all what the mercenary with a wry smile was thinking about at this time.

But she didn't just watch and do nothing, and at the same time as she gave the order to Curt, Lizzie threw a metal rod that shimmered silver upwards. In an instant, the Rubik's Cube, carved on it in advance, quickly weaved a disc-like structure, and hung the metal rod in front of Curt's eyes. The next moment, it pointed straight in the direction of the "thin line" that had been observed not long ago.

If it was a normal time, it would only take less than a moment to run ten kilometers, but the surrounding fog was thick, and Curt had to stumble forward with his senses. The debris scattered around, the gray high rock, and the things that had accumulated on the crag were all obstacles at this point.

How many things are the product of a foreign land? And how many are remnants of this world? The wasteland covered in ash and dust is like a giant garbage filler, where countless wastes are piled up, waiting for time to weathered and melt into a pile of ashes.

Through the layers of haze, all that could be seen was the outline of what seemed to be a shadow, and most of the surrounding obstacles were fragments that had just fallen into the wasteland with the two of them. From small pieces of metal the size of thumb caps to statues broken to the torso, all of them are adorned in the style of the Willingas.

Walking in a dead wasteland is like walking in an abandoned cemetery. Scattered around are the remains of the deceased, and the towering grey-white rocks serve as tomb markers. Decaying air permeated the air, seeping into the air as the fog gradually penetrated into it.

Suddenly, as if in response to Lizzie's magic, there was a sharp sound of metal grinding in the distance in the wilderness blocked by layers of thick fog. There was also a pungent smell of rust, as if some behemoth was slowly approaching in the noise.

Following the prestige, but not seeing anything, Curt lowered his voice and asked the girl behind him, "Lizzie, is there really no living thing around here?" Or is it that the 'creatures' here are different from what we know, so there is no way to find them in the previous way. ”

He could not feel the breath of a living thing, nor the smell of dead ashes from the deceased, or even detect anything moving nearby. The sound of metal, flickering and approaching, was like a taunt of a ghost, hovering and unequivocal, unable to determine where they were.

"I'm confident in my ability to see, there's no ...... nearby Forget it, it's better to be careful at times like these. With a sigh, Lizzie suddenly changed her previous arrogant attitude, "You go to find a vantage point, and I'll try to use spells to find the source of the sound." ”

This is not a world that has lived in for a long time, and every common sense has become a part of the norm, and on this basis, Lizzie cannot be sure that her perception is accurate.

Following Lizzie's instructions, Curt lowered his footsteps while trying to keep himself up the slope. It wasn't long before they seemed to climb a gentle dirt slope, and they could see through the clouds and mist, and they could vaguely see what seemed to be standing in the distance in the depths of the thick fog.

The wind, which had been silent for a long time, regained its momentum and inflicted its brutality on the field. The dense fog deposited did not even have the power to resist, and it was torn apart by the howling gale. The wind was so strong that if Curt hadn't found a leeward corner, the two of them might have been swept away by the wind in the blink of an eye.

But it was also thanks to this sudden strong wind that the fog that obstructed the vision in front of them was cleared in an instant, and the two of them were able to see what was in front of them.

Just in front of the dirt slope where the two of them stood, a wide lake was embedded in the moor. The lake was filled with a cold, gray liquid that didn't look like water in any way, glowing dull in the faint moonlight. Farther away, on the other side of the lake, stands a tall black tower.

"It's amazing, I didn't expect this kind of thing. ”

Curt couldn't help but admire: "It's like the creation of the giant clan in ancient legends, the appearance is rough, but every corner is full of a sense of desolation from the wilderness. ”

The "thin line" I saw before must have been this tower, its exterior walls were as black as ink, and the light seemed to be distorted in the pitch-black tower. Just around the tower, there are huge columns that are more than a dozen stories high, and the meaningless feat stands in a disorderly manner on the wasteland.

This is probably the most normal thing I've seen since I came here, and it's undoubtedly artificial. But this grotesque architecture is impossible to imagine in the way it was built, and it is clear that it should not be kept in common sense, and probably cannot be done by humans.

Looking at the tower and the surrounding columns, Curt inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, and the form in which they were displayed seemed to be the same as the metal pillars that gave birth to the dark sun. (To be continued......)

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