Rolley never considered himself a lucky man, and now he was even more convinced of it.

Although the system just added a little luck to him not long ago, it doesn't seem to be useful, and the unlucky ones still have to be unlucky.

Before entering the dungeon and choosing the Lost Lands to teleport, a teacher thoughtfully taught his new student about the Lost Lands Vision.

In the Lost Lands, the vast majority of mirages are landscapes, which make no difference except for good looking and bad looking, but there are a few mirages that belong to the high-risk level.

For example, various floods, landslides, tsunamis, sky fires, meteors, etc., are all crises that most people cannot resist.

Although it is a mirage, the power is definitely not as real as a natural disaster, but the mirage in the Lost Land is too real, and the momentum is not lost at all, and people will inevitably tremble with their legs and feet when they experience it themselves.

But even if it is a natural disaster that is difficult for human beings to resist, it is not the most dangerous kind of high-risk illusion.

"Red Blood Black River", one of the most tragic battles in human history.

The battle was fought against orcs and humans, and the battle line stretched from top to bottom along a large river called the "Treasure River", which was nearly thousands of miles wide, and almost all of them invested in the strength of the clan.

According to vague records, the death toll of the human race in this battle alone was about six million, and the number of wounded was countless, and you must know that at that time, the scale of the human race had not yet begun, and the number was completely inferior to that of the enemy now.

In addition to the casualties of ordinary people, many ninth-order warlocks and tenth-order legendary warlocks were almost submerged in the broken space, which made the inheritance of subsequent high-level warlocks of the human race broken a lot, and until today, high-level warlocks have not been able to recover their former grandeur.

Of course, human beings have paid such a heavy price, and what they have gained will naturally be no less.

The final victors of this battle still belong to the humans, the orcs were severely damaged after this battle, nearly one-tenth of the elite tribesmen were reduced to pieces of flesh and blood in this war, only three of the ten orc generals died, and even their supreme ruler "High Priest" was dragged to hell by several legendary warlocks in a desperate way to fight for their lives, and then they could not resist the backlash of humans.

Since then, humanity has officially defeated the former overlord of the continent.

They have been given the dominance of the new order, a new and bright future, and a long river that was once clear but is now dyed deep black by blood that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

- But Rolley doesn't care about the tragic history of mankind.

What he cared about was how he could get past the approaching orc battle line in front of him and get to his destination.

The Lost Flower guided him forward, and in front of him was the town belonging to the humans, and the orc team of about a hundred people who had reached the gate of the town.

Perhaps the reason why the mirage was too real, even from a distance, Rolley could still feel the intimidation of the orcs from their nearly three-meter height, their rough and furious hideous faces, and their exposed scarlet fangs.

"Roar—"

With a roar of rage, the orcs raised torches and attacked the town.

Their attacking style is unusually simple.

Charge, it seems, is their only tactic.

There is a wall in front of it, crush it; Buildings block the way and smash him with their fists; The frail old man prayed to them not to hurt him, and before the words fell, the mallet wrapped in chains had already fallen from the sky.

"Poof—"

Orcs don't need captives, they can't beat their enemies, and death is the only outcome.

Blood rained down, and the orcs raised their blood-stained sticks, grinning with a brutal grin, and slaughtered forward again.

No one seems to be able to stop them.

The town seemed to have been abandoned long ago, there were no soldiers, no powerful warlocks, and the hands of the humans with machetes in the houses were so withered, and their faces were so wrinkled that they couldn't even fully straighten their backs.

They are all old people whose lives are about to come to an end, they are candles in the wind, and they are abandoned children who have been completely abandoned.

— but there are some exceptions.

.......

"Qiang—"

The crisp sound of gold and iron sparked brilliant sparks, and for a moment Xue Lan almost forgot that it was just a vision, thinking that she was facing a living orc warrior.

It's too real, whether it's blood or the might of the enemy, it's too real.

"—no matter how real it is, it's just an illusion after all."

"Thorn-"

The longsword wrapped in magic slashed diagonally, easily inflicting a fatal wound on the abdomen of the seemingly formidable orc warrior.

"Boom—"

The huge body and the earth swelled with a large cloud of dust, and the girl's plain white clothes were inevitably stained with a little chaotic dirt.

But she didn't care, just turned her head and looked at the stone building at the back of the courtyard, her face full of panicked and distracted students.

When the Lost Lands transforms into illusions, outsiders are repelled and teleported together.

Although the change came a little suddenly, it followed the pattern and sent the remaining students in the Lost Lands to the vicinity of the town.

"Is there anyone else?" Xue Lan asked lightly.

"They're gone." Lily replied as she bandaged the wounds of a sobbing schoolgirl, "These classmates came in groups, and the people who traveled with them are now with them, and they are not lost." ”

"That's good."

Xue Lan nodded, and was about to turn around, but heard the injured girl suddenly cry louder.

"Didn't you say it's all mirages? How can it still be hurt? I, I almost died!! ”

"It's true that they are all mirages, but they are also made of magic, and when the illusions are violent, the magic that makes them will naturally turn into their own swords."

"Then the ......." some students were even more frightened, "then aren't we all going to die here......."

Xue Lan glanced at him lightly and said in a low voice, "If you are willing to pick up the weapons in your hands, you will find that they are so vulnerable. ”

After all, a mirage is just a mirage, not a true embodiment of existence.

The Lost Lands is special in its authenticity rather than its power, and its conjure-up of images makes it difficult to distinguish between real and fake, but this indistinguishability spreads from perception.

It can blind human beings, through sight, smell, hearing and other ways of human observation of the world, making people feel that they really can't resist what is presented in front of them, but as long as they firmly believe that this is just an illusion, and can have the courage to carry the sword to face these seemingly difficult enemies, people will naturally find that no matter how real it looks, it is just a small magic force pinched into shape.

"Miss." Lily stood up, returned to the girl, and whispered, "What shall we do now?" ”

"Wait."

Xue Lan said calmly: "Every area in the dungeon that is under the jurisdiction of the academy is monitored by a teacher, and now that there is a sudden abnormality, there will definitely be a teacher who will notice it." ”

"We just have to wait here for the teacher to intervene."

Wait.

Lily subconsciously looked out of the courtyard.

The scarlet flames set fire to half of the town, and a few old men in the streets fled in panic and instinctively, but were soon spotted by the orcs, who kicked a broken piece of masonry and smashed his head to pieces.

"Yikes!"

Lily was so frightened that she wanted to close her eyes, but at that moment, she caught a glimpse of a different figure among the fleeing old people.

"Miss!"

Xue Lan turned her head sideways and found that her little maid's expression was extremely complicated.

She bit her lip and hesitantly pointed to one side.