"It doesn't taste very good. ”

The mage looked at the sewage flowing in the small ditch beside him, and turned his head to look at the serious paladin next to him: "You are a samurai, and you actually do this kind of thing that only spies and thieves do. ”

"Drilling into the sewers is not contrary to the glory of the Holy Emblem, especially if we are doing so with a divine purpose. Serra didn't care, her long golden hair was stained with a little sewage dripping from the rock formations above her head, although the tunnels of this ancient castle were spacious, but thousands of years of abandonment had made it no different from a sewer, and there was a stench everywhere, Serra swept away the cobwebs with her scabbard and cleared the way: "Mr. Sean, please bear with me." ”

"Okay, but how do you know there's going to be a tunnel?" said Penny, curious.

"This is the castle of an island nobleman from a thousand years ago. Serra explained, "The sacrifice of Tyre once blessed the fortress, but then the island nobleman moved ashore and it was abandoned. ”

"To be honest, I really can't imagine that there are still ruins of an ancient empire buried here. The paladin added, "The nobleman probably doesn't know either. ”

Penny shook his head, suddenly alert, but the paladin reacted a little faster, and had already flashed behind a wall.

A shadow warrior in a black cloak walked across the road with a cold air, followed by four heavily armed guards, and the paladin's eyes flashed with a hint of determination, and he was about to draw his sword and leap out.

She knew very well that her concealment skills could not hide these half-dead creatures that were extremely sensitive to the breath of the living.

Having inhabited the shadow plane for thousands of years, every human in the Netherlands has the potential to transform into Netherland creatures, and the Netherworld Princes will advocate for the best of the Netherlands to transform into their own kind, and some of the Nethermages themselves will explore this transformation - under the protection of Shar's divine power, this transformation is very safe.

The other type is the Yin Guardians, these Yin Souls were powerful warriors in the human era, and were favored by the mage leadership to transform into shadow creatures, escorting Yin Soul leaders at all levels.

In fact, the number of such warriors in the Yin Soul City was not many at first, because the powerful warriors who could be favored by the leadership were already rare, but as the fertility rate of the people of the Yin Soul City gradually decreased, the leaders of the Yin Soul City also relaxed the restrictions, but the total number has not been greatly improved, the number of Yin Soul Warriors in the Yin Soul City is not more than the total number of mages, and most of them are in the hands of the Yin Soul Prince, when each prince goes in and out, he will bring five or six such powerful thugs, plus some ordinary guards, for the Yin Soul Prince with strong spell casting ability, this kind of protection is enough。

Clever and powerful, with some magic items, these guys are very difficult to deal with, and the Temple of Tyr is not untouched with them.

As soon as Sierra was about to burst out, she was held down by Penny, and she turned her head in disbelief, only to see the mage shake his head, her eyelids jumping, only to see the shadow guardian walk by as if he hadn't noticed them.

She glanced at the mage a little surprised: "Your invisibility technique is a bit ......"

"As long as we are careful, no one will find us. The mage shook his head.

After the Patyak Hub, or Imaska Crystal has one more piece, the efficiency has been significantly improved, especially some abilities related to distorting power, combined with the Invisibility Ring, can provide enough concealment power, but once the Mither Energy Core is activated, it must be used to suppress all the power of the Energy Core, of course, if you usually use it to become invisible, the effect is still quite good.

At least it's easy to hide from the overshadow guard's supernatural vision.

"That means it's a little less difficult for us to get here. Serra asked.

The mage nodded: "Those slaves are all controlled by the dense fog on the island, and this layer of dense fog must be maintained by a magic, maybe a rune array, maybe a magic item, we should find it and destroy it." ”

"Not bad. Serra nodded and asked, "But what do we do now?" ”

"You don't know the way?" the mage raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, I only know that there are tunnels here. Serra spread her hands.

"Okay then. Penny sighed, walked to the corridor outside the wall, where the patrolmen had just walked, and took the paladin's hand, "Their patrol route may be able to tell me the way to the upper floor." Huh?"

He felt that the paladin behind the wall was not pulled, and when he turned around, he saw Serra looking at his hand that was being pulled by the mage with a surprised expression, and his cheeks turned red and white.

"We need a connection to share my invisibility. Penny explained, squeezing the paladin's hand twice, and suddenly felt that it was soft.

Perhaps because of the effect of divine power, the roots and knuckles of the fingers did not give birth to the crusty skin of the scenery because of the long-term use of weapons.

"Uh, huh?!" Serra shook her head, a little red solidified on her face, "Sorry, I'm distracted." ”

This sentence pulled the mage back from his distraction, and he coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment: "It's okay, let's continue." ”

The distant sound of patrolling spurred them to speed up, this was not the place to wander.

Just being held by the mage and walking, some memories of the past kept flashing in Serra's mind, making her breathe a little faster, half a position behind looking at the mage's back, her heartbeat also increased a little, and at the same time she kept sighing secretly.

She always felt an inexplicable emotion haunting her.

It's like the warm embrace she received when she was unconscious yesterday, even in her sleep, which brought her an unprecedented sense of security.

Perhaps it was like the most memorable trip, that she had received his warmth several times, and the continuous nostalgia deepened over the course of two years, and this feeling frightened her, because according to her faith, the only one who could provide her with security was the great and just father, and she immediately knew that her thoughts had set foot in the boundaries of blasphemy, and hurriedly prayed silently to dispel the thoughts in her mind.

She had the heart to shake off the sorcerer's hand that had aroused guilt in her heart, but she understood how inappropriate it was, so she had to suppress the distractions in silent prayer.

Although years of combat experience have made her sophisticated, at heart, the paladin is a pure creature.

Following the direction pointed out by the patrolmen, they quickly reached the middle level of the fortress through a staircase, where there were not as many guards as expected, scattered apprentices and assistants walking around, and in Penny's senses, these apprentices had uneven spellcasting abilities, the weak ones could only use a few tricks, and the strong ones could have the ability to cast four-ring spells—of course, only a handful, at least two such mages in the hall on the first floor.

His brow furrowed as his eyes fell on the servants who had come down the stairs with cleaning tools.

Serra's fingertips pinched his palm, and Penny bared her teeth slightly, turning her head to see Serra's gaze pointing to the surrounding stairs and corridors, and it was clear that she was asking Penny's opinion.

No one knew what the roads in the castle were, what traps lurked, and more importantly, they didn't know exactly where the magic that kept the island fog running.

Penny relied on the arcane sense of touch to observe the flow of arcane energy in the mist, and was able to analyze the location of the spell, but the specifics were vague.

The invasion of the Mithic Core destroyed all the supernatural abilities he had used over the years, except for the arcane abilities determined by the mind, the rest of the divine grace, the abyss power, and even the tattoo on his head fell silent because of the impact.

Of course, as a red-robed mage, it is not difficult for Penny to restore the tattoo, because he has worn the tattoo on his head for a long time, knows its structure deeply, and the magic paint on his head has not faded, but the power in it has been suppressed, and it only takes a few days of meditation to recover.

However, the most serious effect is the greatly diminished innate perception ability.

Now his perception stems more from years of adaptation to this ability- This adaptation affected his mind, body and methodological structure to some extent, becoming a part of himself, and no longer an add-on simply due to a deformity of the soul, so it did not disappear completely due to the impact of the Mither core, but the effect was greatly reduced, and a series of supernatural perceptions remained, but the range of influence was greatly reduced, to the point of less than ten yards, and the accuracy could only be compared to the previous one when Penny was concentrated.

The power of harbing, which was vaguely linked to the law of cause and effect, was inevitably lost completely—and last night's sleep had made Penny clear.

This may be good news, which means that Penny's soul and methodology are more stable, and if it is not affected by a more powerful impact than the Mithic core, it will probably not be abnormally shaken, and some spell effects and ability attacks against the methodology and soul will also be blocked by the power of the Mithic core.

Lost some of his eyesight, got a set of weapons, and of course, the potential of the Mither energy core was worth Penny's expectation, but this supernatural vision was cut in half, as if a person suddenly became short-sighted, and still a little uncomfortable.

So he needed more flexibility to get what he wanted, and he winked at Serra, scanning the servant who had walked closer.

The expression between Serra's eyebrows became solemn.

This man was obsessed and sluggish, apparently caught by a mage to do heavy work, and occasionally used as a slave to spell materials, which the Shadow Mage was willing to do.

The mage made a gesture around his neck and then pointed to a nearby room, which was empty.

Seeing that there were no guards around, and the attention of the ghost apprentice was obviously not here, Serra suddenly stretched out his hand and knocked on his neck when the servant approached, and the servant rolled his eyes, and was pulled horizontally by the female warrior, and was led into the room next to no one with Penny.

There are a few beds in this room, which appears to be a dormitory.

"The magic is lifted. The mage secretly channeled a spell, and a sharp stream of magical energy seeped into the man's head, and his body shook violently, and his eyes cleared.

"You ......" a panic made him want to scream, and Penny's eyes were quick, and he gagged him in the mouth and pressed him hard against the bed.

The servant's gaze was confused for a long time, his eyes moved to the left, and when he saw the insignia on the samurai's chest, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he gasped for less, and continued to glance at Penny, who was covering his mouth.

The mage nodded, lifted the hand, and held out a finger to pin a soft shutter in front of his mouth.

"The righteous hand of Turmis?" the servant sat up and asked Sierra softly.

The paladin nodded.

"Thank goodness you're finally here. The servant raised his hands: "If I can successfully escape, I will definitely convert to His Highness Tyre." ”

"The Untrustworthy?" said Serra, a frown.

"No, I'm a mage apprentice of the Dragon Coast Guild. Knowing that such words of faith were child's play and could easily be resent by the paladins, the newly liberated slave hurriedly shook his head: "My name is Ciel Parker. ”

Sierra frowned and nodded.

Although mages cannot be said to have no faith - those who believe in some non-god beliefs are also considered believers by the gods of the underworld - because as long as such beliefs exist, they will inevitably agree with the teachings of some gods and will offer faith to the corresponding gods, but most wizards are bastards who lack respect for the gods, and this is also an indisputable thing.

Although the gods are well aware that those who believe in themselves for various reasons may not be 100% true believers, they will still be given refuge as long as their faith does not exceed their tolerance, but such a standard does not apply to those who pursue true faith or decide to devote their lives to it.

As a result, many Faeron people will find their true beliefs after their outlook on life has basically matured, and many gods of good or neutral camps also acquiesce to this practice, but most wizards will not go further to find a conversion to their own methodology, even if they have a stronger and more mature methodology - this is obviously a fine tradition left by the pioneers of the Magic Empire who did not take the gods seriously in ancient times.

Thinking of this, she turned her head to look at the wizard beside her with complicated eyes, and then retracted again.

"All right, Sill Parker. The mage nodded, he had already noticed that the slaves here all knew some spells to a greater or lesser extent, and this Ciel Parker was a mage apprentice who knew the spells of the Second Ring: "The slaves here are also mage apprentices?"

"Of course, we were heading east from the harbor to go on a mission with our mentor, but we had this unfortunate encounter, the mentor had been killed, several of our classmates were in the castle, and the other slaves were probably from other ships. Cill Parker tugged at his hair in pain, "This gentleman, Lord Paladin, can you two get me out of here?"

With a little thought, Penillo knew why these ghosts had chosen mage apprentices as castle servants.

Most of these apprentices have been trained by mages, and most of them are strong-willed, making it easier to resist the power of the mist, so it is safer for the shadows to be watched nearby, and their familiarity with spells also determines that these apprentices are more suitable as servants in the mage's quarters.

"Get out of here?" the mage was thinking, but the paladin replied to Sil Parker's words, "We need to destroy the fog of the island first, do you know who controls this place?"

"Mist?on the third floor, the circle in the central hall, wait, just the two of you?" Sir Parker glanced at the two of them, his expression surprised: "That's impossible, those two guys named 'Senkar' and 'Sanelon', who are called adults by others, are very powerful, stronger than my mentor!"

"Better than your mentor?" Penny frowned.

"My mentor was able to cast fifth-order spells, and was killed by those two people combining a few spells. Ciel Parker recalled with a painful look on his face: "He's the vice president of the Dragon's Coast chapter!"

Penny's cheeks twitched, and he knew a little about the level of the Feron Magic Guild.

Can a five-ring mage become a vice president?

However, a five-ring mage was killed by those two 'adults' in a few turns, which was enough to make Penny vigilant.

This undoubtedly illustrates the strength of the Yin Soul Mage.

"And the Guardian Leader, are they the legendary Guardian Commanders?" Syl Parker continued, "He followed those two 'Lords' inseparably, and there were eight apprentices, and six Shadow Guardians who were about the same as the Guardian Commander, but none of them felt terrifying as the Guardian Commander, listen to me, my lord, there are two very powerful mages there, and a powerful Guardian Commander!"

He said with his eyes reddening as if he were going crazy.

Of course, he wouldn't believe that these two men would be able to beat them.

The paladin reached out and knocked the apprentice unconscious before he could suppress his emotions.

Because if the noise is louder, it will attract ghosts.

"What to do?" Serra tucked the man under the bed beside him, whispering to the brooding mage.

"A lot of people, a little dangerous. Penny had a little headache: "But it's still necessary to take risks." ”

Serra was silent for a moment, her eyes gradually became firm, she raised her head, and turned her head to look at the mage's face with some confusion: "It's the same as I thought, but are you willing to sacrifice?"

Obviously, the combination of the two of them is very difficult to cope with such a lineup, and there is even a high possibility that they will fail.

Sierra didn't know Penny's spell ability, and she could only vaguely guess, she had seen Penny release the refuge hut, it was a three-ring spell, she hadn't seen it for two years, she knew the growth rate of a mage's spell casting ability, even if it was fast, it wasn't much faster, maybe only to the level of the third and fourth rings, but there was still a huge gap with the vice president of the Dragon Coast Guild.

And her own strength may be able to deal with one or two Nether Guardians, but her instincts tell her that although she is not presumptuous, that Nether Guardian Leader is not an easy thing to dismiss.

So, do you have to fight for your life?

Somehow, she looked up at the wizard's face, but without much fear, she just asked suspiciously.

Penny's heart moved, because he felt the squeezing hand grip his palm, and the original coldness became a little warmer.

"Sacrifice, don't be so pessimistic. He leaned down to Serra and whispered in her ear, "As long as the circle is destroyed, the people here will gradually regain their senses, and then it will inevitably cause chaos, we can take the opportunity to escape, and my stealth should be able to hide from them." ”

"So we just need to stealthily sneak in. Penny looked decisive: "Kill them, destroy the circle, and evacuate immediately." ”

This is the best option.

Serra's eyes moved, and her heart beat faster again as the wizard approached, and she nodded a little distractedly.

"Sean, you're still so calm. On the way to stealth, the paladin said with a sigh.

"Don't be afraid, come on. Penny smiled back, and Sierra was in a trance, as if she had returned to a similar scene in the snowy Northland two years ago.

(To be continued)