Chapter 258

"Ah

With a strange cry, the man pounced on a mercenary.

"Damn it!"

As soon as the mercenary's face was tight, he quickly raised his sword to block him.

Bang!!!

With a muffled sound, the mercenary felt a shock in his arm, and the man who waved his weapon to him scattered into a cloud of gray smoke, which dissipated in the air.

Seeing such a scene, the mercenary quickened his pace and walked directly in the direction of his companion in his memory.

In the misty mountain range, the illusory and real gray and white spiritual fog that permeates all the year round forms one abnormal terrain after another.

It was originally a place where mountains and rocks were piled up, but the fog of mind created a forest.

Gusts of breeze blowing, dark green leaves reflect the sun, reflecting the beautiful color.

And the place that was originally a forest, but under the influence of the fog of the soul, turned into a swamp.

The swampy area looks like a flat land with sparse grass.

The shadow of the grey moon and the red moon has not yet completely set from the edge of the sky, and the sun, which is high above the sky, has shed sunlight.

The sun penetrates the fog, but the fog of the mind shows no sign of being dispelled. On the contrary, because of the light, the illusion created by the fog is more difficult to distinguish.

"What to do?"

On the edge of a large swamp, two mercenaries came out of the green sea beside them, looking at the gradually changing terrain with an ugly face.

Not long ago, the area looked like a forest. When the sun shone, it turned into a swamp.

They set out last night and made a very cautious journey to the misty mountains, but they only managed to make it about two kilometers.

The fog here is too weird. I almost fell to death several times and almost attacked my companion as a demon.

Even if the companion has the ability of mark recognition, it is almost covered by the fog of mind.

There's all sorts of weird things coming out of the fog, not just the terrain.

From human beings to demons, from large to small, from old to young, some and none in memory have appeared along the way.

Some people will jump on people when they see them, while others will talk to them.

I don't know when these things will appear. They will disappear as long as they are attacked, but they are endless.

But we can't help it, because there are some real demons mixed in these illusions.

"Let's gather the flowers of melancholy and leave... It's too dangerous here."

There is nothing precious in the misty mountains. The most precious thing is only the apocalyptic material of melancholy flower.

And it was extremely rare. They looked at the swamp not far away.

The position where they stand is the edge of the forest and the swamp. The switch between the forest and the swamp is quite abrupt, so they will feel strange.

A continuous lawn has been extended to the distance, there are no trees, it appears bare, and from time to time there will be a piece of mud without lawn, which is why we can see that it is a swamp.

But the swamp is constantly changing. Soon, the woods behind them have also changed. In more than ten seconds, it becomes a swamp.

In the distance, the mist obscured the scenery, and the gray and white fog was everywhere, and nothing could be seen clearly.

In addition to the faint wind, there is no other sound in the air, no matter it is insects or animals roaring, it is extremely quiet and dead.

Two mercenaries took out the map:

"this should be the location of the flower of melancholy."

His index finger swished across the map and stopped on the southern mountainside of the misty mountains.

"Just keep going in this direction, about two hours, and you'll be there."

Another mercenary came up and looked at the map: "then go quickly and leave the misty mountains as soon as possible. It's too dangerous here."

"Well." Put away the map, and the two of them went on their way.

At this moment, a figure in a gray and white cloak came out of the empty air behind them.

Lift up the white hood, a light gray bird's head is revealed, and its long feathers fall from the head, forming a feeling of similar long hair. It, or she, touches a Feather Earring with totem on its ear:

"elder, some mercenaries have entered the misty mountains."

"How many?" The earrings lit up slightly, and an old voice was transmitted directly to her heart.

"There are only two, one high and one medium." The Raven also replied in the voice of the heart, "do you need to tell art... Do you need to tell the fog crow to deal with it?"

"No, I don't think it's necessary to inform the fog crow about such a small matter?" The elder's voice with discontent, "deal with it, and then inform the fog crow adults."

"Yes."The crow nodded and the light on the earrings disappeared.

The next moment, her eyes flash a gray light, gray fog around her body, let her become a beautiful human woman.

Her face was white and beautiful, her eyes were silver, her hair was long, and her hand had a silver bow and arrow.

"In order not to let human beings think that the crow people are too dangerous to clean up, nor to let human beings be too rampant..."

reciting the teachings of the crow people group, the female crow people walked towards the two mercenaries.

...

a day ago.

Deep in the misty mountains.

In front of the misty cliff, next to a gray white crow statue surrounded by many huge totem pillars.

"Well?"

Dressed in a Barcelona Style Tuxedo, Yate looks around.

To be honest, with the increase in the number of crow servants, Yat can hear more and more voices, more and more noisy.

How to say, the voice of nearly 2000 crows will be transmitted to him in real time.

His spirit is very strong, but it is still a little difficult to deal with the voices of nearly two thousand crows at the same time.

With his current mental strength, a personality can handle at most 400 voices at the same time.

Therefore, he recruited the thought of a crow servant transformed by a number of birds as a long-term accessory brain.

Apocalypse level 1 birds have four heads, and their thoughts are separate. The effect of quadruple thinking is very useful for them.

Now, the bird is on him, in the nest made by hiding crows.

[hiding crow Lv2: create a feather shaped nest with a capacity of 100 crows, which can only accommodate crows' servants. After entering the nest, crows' servants will fall into a deep sleep. When the fallen crows leave the nest, their total attribute + 7% in 7 seconds.

"Crow's nest"]

Art's eyes swept to the slant cape on his left shoulder, inlaid with black feathers.

In one of the seemingly ordinary feathers, there is a huge space like a bird's nest. Many crow servants, including many Raven servants transformed from multiple birds, are huddled in it.

This spell is used to carry some crow servants.

The birds, magic creatures and crows in this world are far more than the original game of "extraordinary Middle Ages - the rise of mages".

In the game, there are not so many kinds of birds and crows, and the crow mage is not as powerful as it is now.

At this moment, a voice came from his side:

"Sir, we are ready according to your instructions."

An old, gray - feathered Raven stood respectfully by his side.

The strength of apocalypse.

Behind him, four old misty crows, who were also apocalyptic and old, bowed in a respectful manner.

"Let's get started."

"Yes."

Hearing Yat's words, the five crow elders nodded at the same time. Then, they gave a low voice, which was similar to crow's sound -

after a short period of guidance, they had pieces of peculiar ornamentation on their bodies, and their blood power was gradually condensed into substance and formed into pieces of flesh and blood.

Constantly entangled, twisted and deformed, they spread like living creatures and formed various tissues, forming new muscles, bones, viscera and feathers.

More than ten seconds later, five three meters high, nearly four meters, gray white giant crows.

Floating, like smoke like gray white feathers, constantly out of the gray white soul fog becomes more intense, covering the five fog crows.

After the transformation, they surround the gray statue in front of art.

Four of them stand in front of the four totem poles, and the last one stands in front of the fog crow.

Then they began to use totem magic, and the fog around them began to gather towards the gray white statue in the center of the totem.

Yat stood where he was, his gray gloves curled slightly, and the shadows around him moved. The outline of crows emerged from the shadows.

He squinted at the gray white statue in the center of the totem pole.

Totem.

The fog of man.

According to the information previously known from gol and other captured ravens, the level of misty crow's totem spirit fluctuates between Apocalypse II and Apocalypse III, and changes in strength as the fog crow's population grows and weakens.

Totem spirit, one of the alien gods defeated by the Crusades in the theocracy war, has different strengths.

The totem spirit of misty crow is close to Apocalypse level 5 at its peak.Art glances at the skill bar.

[passive · crow vs. lv13]

in theory, he can capture and manipulate the bird demons of lv26.

According to the known levels, lv25 is the totem spirit of Apocalypse IV...

the power of lv25 fluctuates from Apocalypse Level 2 to Apocalypse 3.

In theory, it should be able to capture.

But it needs to be tried.

Art's eyes swept into the shadows around him.

When commanding the misty Raven elder to summon totem spirit, most of the shadow crows have gathered.

If you can't capture it, the result is worse.

Do some precautions first.

There was a gray streak in art's eyes.

This moment, gathered from the shadow crows, eyes also flash a gray awn.

Quadruple thinking!

Thinking aggregation network!

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