The dark night was darker than ever.

The Half-Elf Ranger walked through the night, unable to tell whether it was night or fog that was surrounding him.

Even if he turned on the "sensitive sense of touch", the range he could detect was only ten steps. As far as his eyes could see, he was as usual, but he could feel a mysterious power lingering around.

It was neither vigor nor magic, viscous as blood, heavy as lead. Every time Illo took a step forward, the resistance he encountered would be greater, and before he knew it, his mood became more and more depressed, and his actions became more and more sluggish, as if he had fallen into a hideous dream, and he tried to sue himself, this qiē was all false, but the qiē was extremely real.

Did that necromancer possess such terrifying strength? Illo, who was in doubt, secretly retreated. However, the female storage zài was originally to lower the IQ of men, and when he thought that the two girls were still waiting at the edge of the swamp, a stream of hot blood surged inexplicably in his chest, and he gritted his teeth, and continued to probe forward.

Darkness, darkness, endless darkness.

In the muddy swamp, the half-elves groped their way deep and shallow. The sky and the earth were dark, the stars and the moon were dark, and he didn't know where he had gone, and he couldn't even tell the specific direction. Seasoned adventurers will try to avoid this situation, and losing their way in a dangerous swamp often means that the doom of the dome is near.

And if this is already the case, then the best strategy is not to keep going, but to stay where you are and wait for the dawn to come.

Illo didn't stop, for he wasn't sure if the dawn would come here again, for more important reasons. It was he who spotted a dim light.

A little bit in the boundless darkness, exuding a little warm light.

As if he had been stunned, he chased in that direction in a fool's eyes. Lights, people, safety, in the middle of a dangerous wilderness. These three words, most of the time, can be equated.

After a long time, Illo's legs and feet gradually became sore, but the light was still swaying not far away, like a lover's seductive eye wave, and like a mirage that can never be reached.

No...... Right!

Endure the endless torment of the "Thorn of Oblivion". Illo's mind was sharper, and when the sting in the depths of his soul awakened him, the dim light of the star was suspended not far ahead.

"Are you ......," a deep voice rumbled in all directions, "have you come to accept your predetermined fate?"

The icy killing machine fell from the sky, and Illo felt the cold hairs on his body. Instantly erected. As fast as he could, he drew the longbow he was carrying. Without hesitation, he took the Mithril arrow.

But where is the goal?

The gaze of the half-elf ranger roamed around, and the vision that he used to be proud of was now completely useless. The thick darkness greatly weakened his five senses. Right under his nose, a palm covered in wrinkles and age spots slowly grasped the handle of the lamp.

"Silent death is actually the most boring thing," said the old man in a black cloak. "Only the hope aroused and the repeated disappointment are mixed and intertwined in that fragile soul can the sweet and delicious feelings be brewed...... It's a pity that you human beings are too weak to help the wind, and often can't toss a few times, and then you die. ”

"Your Excellency...... Who?" Illo was stunned, turned quickly, hesitated for a moment, and did not immediately shoot a full string of arrows. For the first time ever, the target was so close, and he wasn't sure.

"Isn't there despair?" said the old man, who was equally surprised, and then chuckled with satisfaction, "Well, it seems that I can have a good glass of wine today, and I really want to thank you, little one, or I should change the name, my wine cup." ”

The dim light reflected the tall but thin silhouette of the old man, like the sharp minions of the demon king. From his body, Illo couldn't feel any breath of life, and he couldn't feel any power, but the hand he pulled the bow was trembling slightly, and he couldn't control it.

Because it is, from the trembling of the soul.

"Wonderful taste...... The old man raised his head intoxicated, and inhaled hard, under the cloak, there were no facial features, only a chaotic nothingness.

Illo tried his best to restrain his mind and remained silent. The darkness around him rolled in like a tidal wave, trying to push him into the abyss of despair.

"Still resisting, okay, okay, I don't mind waiting a little longer......" The old man lifted the lamp, turned around slowly, looked at the surging gray mist, and said coldly,

"But, evil spirit, where did you get the courage to resist stubbornly?"

If someone looks down from the sky, they will find that the misty swamp has become a pot of porridge.

In the four directions of southeast, west, and northwest, there were four powerful auras, which firmly bound a gray mist in the middle. In particular, the deep darkness in the south occupied almost half of the misty swamp, obscuring the sky and the sun, and was extremely powerful.

After determining that the resurgence of the "Bright Godhead" could not pose a threat for the time being, the evil god "Knell" set his covetous gaze on his companions. After a period of preparation, he entwined with the three of "bats", "mud", and "bed bugs", and quietly came to the Misty Swamp and launched a surprise attack on the king of evil spirits.

I have to say that the former number one evil god "Evil Spirit" did have something extraordinary, and when his vitality had not yet recovered, he relied on the soul temple that was beginning to take shape, and he resisted for three days and three nights.

A fierce assault yielded no results, and "Deathbell" simply set up a position and trapped it in it. Anyway, day and night, sooner or later, he will be able to devour all the evil spirits.

The four evil gods each defended one side, and the weakest "bedbug" was arranged in the eastern region. If it weren't for that, Illo and his party, who had entered the misty swamp from the southeast, might not even have a chance to escape.

However, Ventrov worked hard, but he was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs by the half-elf ranger. This heroic face-loving guy went around in circles and came back, and as a result, he crashed headlong into the defensive range of "Death Knell".

Named "Despair", the realm of evil gods.

Hearing the words of "Death Knell", the king of evil spirits in the same field sneered,

"You've hit me with all the ideas, and you still want me to raise my hands and surrender? I just don't know, after devouring me, whose turn will be next? bat, or mud?"

Although he was trapped for many days, his voice was full of energy, and his voice spread far away, echoing in the silence. (To be continued......)

PS: (Today.) ）