The watchtower, known to players as the "Silent Sentry", is located southeast of the Blighted Scarf.

This is the intersection of the three places.

To the northwest is a lush whispering forest, and to the northeast is a mercury forest with gold and silver leaves.

As for due south, the terrain gradually decreases, and the mountains are full of hills, and the former totems of the dwarves are buried under the rugged surface.

As Hui Yu approached, the sky seemed to darken a lot.

The surrounding wind was gusting, and the tree trunks around the watchtower took on an eerie grayish-purple color.

In addition, it is winter, and the leaves are falling, and from a distance, it looks like a person's thin torso sticking out into the air strangely.

"Do you really want to break the window directly?"

Teacher Xia asked.

Mr. Sa: "No, no, no, you shouldn't be afraid, right?" ”

Teacher Xia: "Damn, you two are remote, can you not be afraid of melee combat?" This is Brother Octopus, don't buddies were controlled by it and then sent them both away with a backhand dark attack, a ninth-level dark attack, just ask if you are afraid. ”

Wei Diankite: "Then if that's the case, don't go in, just stay at the top of the tower and hang up, and I'll send you an exclamation mark when you're done, can you come down and touch the corpse?" ”

Teacher Xia: "What do you mean from the Northeast, are you provoking me with words?" ”

Wei Diankite: "Then you think too much, buddy, this is for the sake of the team, team, you know." ”

Mr. Sa: "I don't think there's anything wrong with what he said, or he will go down alone." In case we miss at that time, he can still engrave the two of us on the tombstone. ”

Wei Diankite: "It's not impossible, so let's do it." ”

Although Mr. Xia scolded and scolded, he also agreed with this approach.

The inscription on the tombstone is a joke, mainly because of the fear of being controlled and causing the group to be wiped out.

That's really "beating my teammates".

So Hui Yu suddenly lowered his height and hung a skeleton on a tree.

Then it pulled up sharply, and a holy glimmer appeared around him, rushing into the area shrouded in silence.

Only skeletons were left scolding down the trees.

"Fuck, you also confiscated Lao Tzu's gun!"

……

A crisp sound of glass shattering sounded, and then it seemed as if the entire tower was shaking.

Ganmu woke up from the chaotic nightmare and struggled subconsciously, but still couldn't break free from the slimy bondage.

He only has eyeballs that move.

Through the light that came through the cracks, he could barely see a dozen people, including himself, bound in a grayish-purple biological tissue.

The tissue connects the floor to the ceiling like vesicles, enveloping them so that only one face is exposed.

Unlike the self who can still wake up occasionally, the rest of his companions are afraid that they will not wake up in this life.

He sighed inwardly.

It all went back three years.

At that time, they found a void rift near the magic net node on the third floor of the watchtower.

It was supposed to be reported to the Lion King Trading Firm, who was in charge of the maintenance of the net, but was stopped by an elven mage who had worked for a void sac manufacturing company in Villitas.

He said that would not only cost a lot of money in repairs, but would also miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

So, under his leadership, everyone began to infiltrate the void through the rift, and secretly made a "non-labeled" void sac by fixing and cutting the space.

Although it is not as stable as professional products, it is less brand franchise fees and various taxes, and their goods have huge room for price concessions.

As a result, just selling the Void Sac every year can make everyone here net hundreds of gold coins, and the mage led by him makes a lot of money.

This wonderful life went on for two years, until one day, the mage brought everyone here and said that he was going to have a meeting to decide the future.

Then, he locked the door and uncovered his skull in front of everyone.

There were no brains in it, but transparent purple creatures that appeared at some point.

It has a swollen head with humanoid eyes on both sides.

Eight tentacle-like limbs tugged at the mage's head, as if dangling in a water-filled skull.

But no one found the scene cute, and everyone realized the seriousness of the problem and pulled out their weapons.

However, swept away by the light in the monster's eyes, they both became each other's slaves.

The days that followed were like nightmares.

They watched as their bodies uncontrollably sent "everything safe" observations back to headquarters.

Then, in his spare time, he uncovers the brains of his companions one after another, allowing the monster to give birth to cubs and thrive in them.

Ganm is an exception.

The monster had torn open his skull, but just one look at it shook its head and left.

He didn't know whether to rejoice or be angry.

By the time everyone had monsters in their heads, everyone but the original mage was driven to the cellar.

The monsters grew out of their brains and became the trees that now bound them.

Slime-like gray-purple biomass dotted the ceiling and floor, and climbed up the stairs to no apparent destination.

Ganm didn't have anything in his head, but the slime molds around him were wrapped up from the outside.

He felt something scratching at his scalp, and he thought the others were doing the same.

After that, they don't need to eat, but they don't starve to death either.

It was as if something had followed the tissue into their bodies.

And then there's the nightmare of day after day.

He often dreamed that he was being chased by a monster, and that there seemed to be someone else in his dream.

But unlike themselves, who can escape every time, they will always be caught and torn apart.

It was like they were dismembering a pheasant or a hare.

"I don't know how long I'll live."

Ganm thought so numbly.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise in the corner of the room, and a hole broke in the wall.

A guy with a skull head and dark purple leather armor rolled out of it.

Be careful!

Ganm's eyes were about to pop out, and he was desperate to tell him out loud.

It's full of traps, and once a passing elf noticed something was wrong and wanted to come in to check it, but he also became a guy with a big brain, and then in the nightmare of being hunted down, Ganm also saw each other.

At this moment, I saw that the biological tissues above the heads of the others suddenly cracked one after another, and one by one wet purple soft creatures shot out of it, and rushed straight towards the skull's head.

However, as Ganm watched in despair, the creature raised his arms and swung his two daggers with light and precision.

It's like dancing, and it's surprisingly fast, but not so fast that it's dazzling.

It was a clean, no-frills dance.

It's as if every movement has a clear goal, rather than a random swing in a panic.

There was a snapping sound, the sound of a purple soft-bodied monster being sliced open with precision and then falling to the ground.

Ganm was anxious again.

He's in such a hurry!

He really wanted to speak, and loudly reminded the other party that these little things were extremely tenacious, and their cores were constantly swimming in their bodies, and it was difficult to be hit.

The best way to do this is to go up and step on it and blow it up!

Otherwise it will heal quickly and continue to attack!

However, a strange situation arises.

The monsters that fell to the ground struggled a few times before they shriveled one after another, as if the water and flesh of their bodies had been sucked away, leaving only an empty shell.

Then, as soon as the cold wind from the cracks in the walls blew, they shattered.

(End of chapter)