Chapter 827

The fog around the island in the middle of the lake was colder than Sean thought.

Originally, the Lake fog was formed because the water vapor of the lake was relatively sufficient and turned into small water droplets when encountering cold air. Although Sean is not a school bully, he still knows such simple common sense, so he is also very clear that under normal circumstances, the Lake fog will only appear after dawn or nightfall, because the Lake fog will not exist at noon when the temperature is relatively high. At this time, the Lake fog still exists, which only means that the temperature of the lake surface is relatively low. It may only be maintained at about a few degrees under constant temperature. Only in this way will the Lake fog not be dispersed under normal conditions, but become thinner.

But after entering the fog range, Sean found that the surrounding temperature was below zero.

It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the specific difference between less than 10 degrees below zero and less than 10 degrees below zero. However, as a strong person in the golden realm, sensing the external temperature is one of the basic abilities of this realm, because it is actually related to the consumption of fighting spirit. Compared with the strong in silver, the fighting spirit of the strong in gold has obvious advantages in both quantity and quality. For example, the experts in silver often can't release the fighting spirit to form any effective attack means, but the strong in gold can do it easily.

What is particularly obvious is that when they are not adapted to their own environment - for example, the temperature is too low or too high, the strong in the golden environment will subconsciously run and fight to make them flow quickly in the body, so as to form a resistance to the surrounding environment. Simply put, there will be a certain increase in resistance in the game, but it is a passive skill in the game, that is to say, players cannot reverse this process, and the amount of fighting will inevitably decline quietly with the passage of time due to the bad environment.

But in this real world, this situation is controllable.

At this time, Sean simply didn't have the ability to open it.

There is no other reason. His fighting spirit can not be activated at will like others. Almost every activation will lead to the rise of his dark energy bar. This thing is no joke. Once the dark energy on him exceeds the critical point, it can be imagined how serious the consequences are - according to Sean's current understanding of the system, this thing says that it degenerates into a dark slave, which is certainly not as simple as losing body control and losing one level as in the game.

It's definitely a situation of ten dead and no life.

And there were only the last two [pilgrim holy water] he carried.

So it's better not to use it as much as possible.

But as a result of competing with nature, Sean began to tremble a little before he entered the fog. Because he found that the situation was far worse than he thought. Obviously, it was only a few degrees below zero at the beginning. It was not long after entering the edge of the fog. At this time, with the gradual deepening of the fog range, the temperature naturally became lower and lower, reaching more than ten degrees below zero.

The worst thing is that the temperature seems to be falling continuously, but the fuzzy outline of the island in the middle of the lake has not become clear.

Sean's eyebrows could not help wrinkling: "shouldn't..."

"Yes." Cecilia nodded helplessly when she heard Sean's words. "It seems that the situation in the wilderness is more absurd than we thought." At the same time, Cecilia also keenly found Sean's problem, so she waved and threw a protection skill to increase fire resistance - this kind of skill only increases fire resistance in the game, but it obviously has other uses in this world.

Sean, whose body temperature was slightly warmer, immediately understood that this was Cecilia's move. Although it only changed the situation of more than ten degrees below zero into two or three degrees below zero, in terms of Sean's physical quality, this degree had no impact on him. So he turned his head, smiled at Cecilia and whispered, "thank you."

Cecilia didn't speak, but just smiled back.

"What happened?" Harding was still at a loss.

"How on earth did you become the king of your tribe?" Sean said helplessly.

"Of course I can." Harding said naturally, "I'm just not good at thinking. Don't show such a sympathetic look."

Sean sighed. He began to doubt that the reason why Harding suddenly changed his position and decided to live in peace with mankind was probably just a whim of this guy, not from a long-term perspective. But his political opponents - or the guys who couldn't beat him, obviously used such guys to exile Harding, and they were the most serious kind of exile crime of the demon race.

In the chat between Sean and Harding, Sean now knows something about some criminal punishment methods of the demon race.

Like HARTING's previous behavior of changing the tribal position, it is naturally a heinous crime at large, but it is only a change in the way of life in the tribe at a small scale. Therefore, the punishment of "exile" remains to be discussed. Of course, even if the final result remains unchanged, it is not to say that he will be exiled to the surface world. It is entirely possible to expel Harding from the living range of the tribe and let him re-establish a new tribe in the underground world.

The reason why there are so many ethnic groups of the demon race, which exist in a situation similar to the tribe, is that it evolved from this way of punishment. Similarly, this is the origin of the positions of different camps at the beginning. Therefore, those who are expelled from the devil race often go to live in the devil race of other positions. People like Harding, who used to be the king of a clan, are qualified to establish a new clan within the scope of the activities of the demon clan clan in the position of other camps.

Sean sighed, obviously not wanting to answer Harding's stupid question.

From the outside, the influence range of fog is hundreds of meters in a long and narrow shape. Considering the location and east-west length of the lake island, when Sean and others enter a certain distance, they should see the lake island, and even probably land on the island at this time. Instead of looking like today's situation, it seems that it is not close to the lake island at all, and the outline of the whole lake island is still blurred.

"Is space distorted again?" Asked Hitler.

"Obviously." Cecilia said, "I feel the obvious magic wave. Although this space seems to be in our world, it is actually just a 'door'. Only after passing through the door can we reach the real Lake Island."

"That is to say, this is artificial?" Specter was keen to capture Cecilia's key words.

"Heishui tribe is a tribe whose ancestors worshipped and believed, so their tribal gods are actually the strong ones in the former tribes." Sean looked at the lake island that had gradually become clear. He understood that this meant that they were getting closer and closer to the "door" Cecilia said. "The so-called ancestor worship actually means that their ancestors failed when they became gods. Now they are collecting the power of faith again in order to restore their strength and break through the throne This means that the priests in the Blackwater tribe don't have too many magic skills, so it's impossible to create such a space. "

"Can you speak to me?" Harding looked depressed again.

"What Sean means is that the people of the Blackwater tribe didn't create this space. They were the first to find it and make use of it." Cecilia chuckled, and then began to work as a "translator." that is to say, if we enter this lake island, we, like the other party, can't take advantage of the advantage of 'geographical advantage', and we are likely to encounter strong opponents. "

"A strong opponent!" When Harding heard this, his eyes lit up, "I'm good at fighting and killing!"

"You're useless." Sean glanced. "There must be a very obvious power confinement in this space. Don't forget that we were in that distorted space. No matter how strong your strength is, you can only give play to your physical limit and can't get any help from other aspects This space is very similar to that space. "

"Is it also the refuge of death?" Hitler let out a cry of surprise.

"No." Cecilia shook her head. "I can feel strong magic traces, which proves that this space is man-made. That's why Sean just said that the Blackwater tribe could not create such a space. Totem and witchcraft are popular in the wilderness, which is a bit like the popular magic in the qainas Empire, but magic is also involved in the essence of magic, but these magic rules in the wilderness prefer "blood" magic, not pure magic, so they can't create such a space, Naturally, it is impossible to create the special transmission magic of 'door'. "

"You simply say it's a wild land. These savages can't do magic. Why are they so complicated?" Harding glanced discontentedly, "so, this space is made by a powerful magician?"

"Yes." Cecilia nodded, but at this time, her face also showed a rare color of excitement, "maybe this is the half face of a mage. The ancestors of Blackwater tribe just accidentally found this space anchor and opened it I began to understand why so many countries always want to attack and occupy the wilderness. For many people, this is really a place full of treasures. "

"Yes, it's also a place full of danger." Sean couldn't help thinking of Rick, "maybe you'll release a lich, or a dragon, or even a devil, a devil."

Hearing Sean's words, Cecilia gently held Sean's hand and said with a smile, "don't worry, I won't be his apprentice. Anyway, I don't want to be a lich. "

Sean looked at Cecilia with a smile, then reached out and patted Cecilia on the back of her hand. The meaning was very clear: I believe you.

Just as everyone kept discussing the situation, everyone finally reached the "door".

Surprisingly, the "door" in front of us is not a portal condensed from pure magic energy, but a remnant image of an island full of hazy fog. The place where people's ships moored was the dock at the edge of the island.

"This is actually a real residual image door!" Cecilia's voice was full of surprises. "It's really a half plane!"