The clouds and smoke around him were floating and the mirage was circulating, but Dargnan didn't care at all, just like a leisurely stroll.

After the "Xuanbing Will" was activated, every nerve in him was as cold as frost. A little of the toxins ingested into the body have no room for use.

In fact, even if there is no secret art, the problem will not be too strict. Because of the slightest desire that was provoked, Alex's handsome face would appear in a trance. As soon as her apricot eyes glared, Dargnan subconsciously felt awe-inspiring, and her desire disappeared.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, and his mood gradually turned low.

The first time he used the Mirage Orb, Dargnan discovered this. But to this day, he still buries it deep in his heart, and he doesn't dare to reveal it a little, dare not speak clearly, and even think about it secretly, he will be nervous for most of the day.

He shook his head, trying to move on, but was surprised to find that he didn't know when the faint sound of fighting had faded away, and there was no way to guide him.

What's going on? The two of them aren't going to die together, are they?

In Mirage, this is not impossible. After all, not everyone can stay sober like him.

Within the "Wolf Poison Flower" organization, Mirage is an important strategic reserve material. Its origin and manufacturing method, as the highest level of secrecy, are only in the hands of a few bigwigs in the upper echelons. Thinking about the employer who came this time, he must have come up with extremely rich chips, and the organization will distribute "mirage beads" as hole cards to the "mourners".

It's just that madman, who didn't use it on the entrusted target, and sure enough, he became a monk halfway, and he didn't have any professionalism at all.

Dargnon speculated maliciously as he carefully discerned the flow of smoke around him, and then headed northwest without hesitation.

An area shrouded in poison clouds. The diameter is about 300 paces. As long as the approximate range is detected, the location of the target can be quickly locked. Sure enough, it didn't take long for two hazy figures to appear in his field of vision.

More than ten steps apart, stiff and confrontational, not moving. I guess I'm still addicted to the illusion, right?

It's good that they're all alive.

Dargnan was relieved, and just wanted to get closer, when suddenly something felt wrong.

As far as he knew, even in the illusion, the poisoned person would involuntarily make all kinds of movements, how could he be so strange and silent.

Dargnan's heart was slightly cold, and he subconsciously lowered his body and slowed down. Silently moving, watching for any unusual conditions.

It turned out that their eyes were all open.

This discovery did not solve the doubts in Dargnan's mind. Dios and the "Undertaker" had apparently broken free from the illusion, but neither did they act nor speak.

They just stared at each other quietly, their expressions extremely complicated. It doesn't seem to know what to say, let alone what to do.

This eerie atmosphere. Let Dalgnan feel inexplicably worried. He stopped, not daring to make any sound, and stared intently at the two men who were speechless in the thick mist.

It's like two stone statues that have been immovable and gone through vicissitudes of life.

For a long time, for a long time.

"You...... It's always been good?" Dios' voice sounded slowly. With an indescribable tiredness. Just like when he said this, he used up all the strength in his body.

"I didn't expect you to be here," the giant man shuddered and his expression was dazed. "I thought you were dead." ”

Dalgnan couldn't help but be stunned, even within the "Wolf Poison Flower" organization, the origin of the "undertaker" is a mystery. It's just that he can't speak, "I think you're dead", isn't this cursing the other party?

"I did die, but ...... By chance, he was reborn. Dios explained softly without a pestle. After a few years, the past is like smoke, and his heart is full of emotion, almost unspeakable.

"What have you been doing in those past few years, why didn't you come to us?" The giant man's tone gradually became intense, and there seemed to be a hint of questioning in the faint way.

"This ......" Dios understood, what the other party wanted to ask. But he really didn't know how to answer.

yes, what has he been doing in the past few years?

Running around, nothing can be accomplished, and the blood feud can only be hidden in the bottom of the heart. Subconsciously, he even began to run away, to escape from the true feelings in his heart, to escape from the qiē related to Elendil......

"I haven't heard anything from you," the giant man spoke again, his voice low like a large tumbling cumulonimbus cloud, "my brothers and I have been looking for news from you, but, we can't find anything. ”

"I ...... I don't want you to get involved again. Dios explained with some difficulty on his face.

"There's no need to say this," the giant man stared at the completely unfamiliar face in front of him, hoping that every Qiē was a dream, his Adam's apple rubbing, his voice hoarse, "Because of them, they are all dead." ”

Dios sighed in despair.

"I know, you want to carry it down alone," seeing him like this, the giant man's single eye instantly softened, "As long as you are alive, we still have hope, you are tortured at the stake, we have been trying to save you......"

"I know, I know ......," Dios repeated repeatedly, and it was with himself as bait that the Inquisition could set up an ambush and hunt down groups of warriors who had come to his rescue.

"But one day, the Holy See of Light suddenly declared that you were dead," the giant man shook his head, and continued, "of course we didn't believe it, so the last time you went to the Cathedral of Cotia, you lost all consciousness, and we lost all hope...... With the last bit of luck, we searched around for news of you, but we couldn't find it, and we couldn't find it at all......"

Dios's heart was sour, tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't say a word.

When he was first summoned by Allegri, his strength was extremely weak, and he was powerless to fight against the Holy See of Light. He didn't want to drag those soldiers to death in vain, but he ignored how they would react when they knew about their "death".

"Among them...... Some people committed suicide in despair, and some people, frantically retaliated against the Holy See, and died one by one at the hands of the black-clothed hunters," the giant man took a deep breath, his voice soft, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping heroic soul, "Only me, only me...... I'm still alive and I've become like this......"

The giant man raised his head, his originally heroic face was covered with scars, and his one-eyed eyes were as hideous as a demon. (To be continued......)

PS: (2000 words.) ）