unreliable adventure

In the following itinerary, I adjusted the reconnaissance circle, avoiding the cemetery and the battlefield with dense bones all the way. I didn't encounter any decent attacks in two days, and I was speechless all the way.

The problem now is that we dropped a lot of our luggage in our escape.The weapons and equipment are okay, but there is not much food and clean water left. We have to try our luck with the local survivors.The map shows a Forgotten town ahead.I have repeatedly told my companions not to act rashly, and I will do all the negotiations.

The closer to the village, the thicker the dark green miasma.Deliberately cast runes could be seen in the fog, apparently from the town's defenses.There is a plague in the fog, and now we have something to ask for, so it is not easy to disperse it hastily, and it is not convenient to use the light protection spell.Fierro used the magic crystal to open four anti-plague applications. He pissed off the boss, saying that the anti-plague application consumes too much energy, and the price of magic crystals is very expensive now.

I signaled my teammates to stop, bowed deeply towards the place where the thick fog gathered, and said in the tone of Guwen: "I am a passerby on a long journey, disturbing your place, and hope to exchange some supplies with goodwill."

"Hi, I'm the mayor." The man in the shadow stepped out and nodded briefly.I saw him wearing a set of hooded mage robes embellished with gold and purple.This miasma is probably his masterpiece.

"Then, the presumptuous proposal just now..."

"Your purpose is known. This town will not be involved in Theta's war. You can leave safely. A small amount of clean water and food can be provided. Please exchange it with that Templar."

"Please understand that the knight is my companion and cannot be used for trading."

"He must stay."

"otherwise……?"

"Beat you, keep him."

"Then the only way to do it?"

Glinda mocked from behind: "Xiao Hei, is this how you negotiate?"

I asked the ice element to draw a circle, using ice barriers to enclose the little knight and Glinda.One is that the miasma in the fight is too heavy, and I am afraid that it will infect them. The other is that the village and town in front of me and this so-called mayor are all civilians.

I hope it's a friendly and to-the-point contest.And the mayor stopped talking nonsense with me, and started singing mantras by himself.The iambic lament resonates with the sound of the wind, sighing and confiding, like a huge organ ensemble.The shadows on all sides lined up, roaring and circling to gather.Opposite is a master of shadow art, I will not be negligent, and I need to deal with it carefully.

To describe the process of the duel between two mages, it may be boring to say.From the perspective of laymen, it is nothing more than two bad old men or old ladies playing a singing competition, singing a few lines here and answering a few lines there, and you can't see the scene of the sky filled with fire and the ground frozen in the novels of Wai Wai.And this time I didn't even intend to chant a spell.In my opinion, fighting skills is more like a political election campaign. There are only so many elements within a few miles. Whoever can win the support of more elements will win or lose without any specific tricks.The current "election situation" is that the shadow gathered by the mayor is stronger, and the light spirits are all driven by him to the opposite side.At this time, I just need to maintain a neutral and ambiguous posture, while stabilizing the basic board of Guangling, while trying to win over some grass, the balance of elements will naturally tilt towards me.

The so-called bad old man singing competition didn't last too long, and the reason why I spent such a long paragraph explaining how it works is to explain why I lost so quickly.

Glinda sent her voice to respond to her sarcasm: "Little pig, light spell and shadow spell are mutually exclusive, how can they be used together?" Naturally, this stupid witch didn't understand my delicate balance technique.But!The mayor seemed to have discovered my weakness, he just frivolously called up a breeze, and the elements swayed with the rumors.The Spirit of Light sent a representative to question my motives loudly: What are you doing?Attack or protect?You don't really want to fight?So what are you calling us to do?What are you doing with those impure elements?Both of you are unclean undead, why should Holy Light trust you more?Just the lesser of two evils?But you are all pests!

The light spirit began to bite back and burn me, I tried to free a hand to appease the dissatisfied light spirit, as long as I delay a little time, I could have... Unexpectedly, the little knight chanted some protective spell from behind, like a radiant letter same mark.The light spirits scattered and hid behind Wayne.And the fools that I tried my best to trick, all of a sudden disappeared without a trace.In normal times, I can still use a dirty trick and send a small group of ice elements to attack the opponent, but now the ice elements are all behind me, trying to maintain the defensive ice barrier, and I can't get out.So maybe there is no choice but to draw the sword and fight recklessly?I swung my sword to cut through the entangled shadow mist, and charged in front of the mayor in one step. As long as I hit him with the hilt of the sword to interrupt the spellcasting, everything will still have a chance.But the mayor disappeared in the thick black shadows, and I just scattered an afterimage.The mayor didn't get far, and I was too weak to make a second charge.Without the blessing of the fire in my heart, the shadow easily grabbed me, and the coldness, sorrow, and despair from my heart made me unable to move.

The mayor didn't make a killer move, but said: "It's a fluke, you shouldn't have two things at once." After saying that, he put away his tricks, including the previous miasma.A classical town is right in front of you, with towering Gothic churches and squares decorated with colonnades, and elegant small courtyards scattered around.There are also a few bold residents of the bereaved family looking around, some sticking out their eyes from the cracks in the door, and some hiding on the balcony and holding their heads with their hands.

"Hand over your knight friend," said the mayor.

"But what do you want him to do?" I decided to make a joke and fool him: "Is it better to see him strong?"

"Yes, we're going to eat him."

no?My eyes widened.

The mayor sighed: "As you know, the current situation is not peaceful, and those fanatics of the Holy Light are going to fight over at some point."

"But there is absolutely no need for you to get involved in armed conflicts. You just need to hide in the depths of the underground tomb and come out after Theda and the Knights finish fighting... just like before."

The mayor's eyes mean that you really don't understand or pretend to be confused. He paused and said: "The fanatics of the extinct family have a new trick. Everywhere they go, they pour light into the ground, and they can't die peaceful."

"I see." As long as each survivor has a small piece of flesh that can resonate with the light element, they can avoid the tracking attack of the purification technique: "So, you need a paladin's flesh, no matter whether it is dead or alive. OK, right?"

So my adventure may be over here, and I can only give them all my rotten flesh.I dismissed my little friends on the spot, leaving Sister Hua and Brother Ying, who were really good friends and couldn't bear it, so I temporarily encapsulated them in amber and handed them to Glinda together.Glinda said nothing.I nodded to Wayne again, saying that his communication with the Light Elemental had improved a lot.Then, I made a request to the light spirits, and this time they readily agreed, the light spirits began to resonate with my rotten flesh, soft and warm, and they didn't feel the pain.

The mayor called the forgotten people to line up, but to no avail. A guy who looked stupid rushed to remove half of my arm. The mayor hit him on the head with his cane: "Everyone is only allowed to take a small piece! Like a mindless zombie! Come one by one, don't grab!"

Most of my rotten meat was divided up at once, and there were sporadic Forgotten people gathered around the square. There were so many dead ghosts, it seemed that there was not enough for them to eat.I asked the mayor what to do, but some vicious zombie tore out a piece of my lung, and my words leaked out, making weird noises.I was also afraid that the mayor would still have ideas about Wayne, and I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly there was a flash of golden light behind him, and the curtain of light descended from the gap in the clouds, singing carols and scattered into thousands of slender rays of light.Wayne?Looking back, I saw Wayne like a huge incandescent tower, where the surging light was connected with the cracks in the dark clouds.When did he learn the trick?A ray of light fell on my forehead, and my heart trembled slightly, singing in chorus with the remaining goodwill in my heart.Every townsman in the square received a beam of light.Most of the dead were also believers of the Holy Light Church, and under the guidance of the blessing technique, they regained the ability to resonate with the light. Many people knelt down on one knee and stroked their chests in salute according to the old etiquette.

Fran stepped forward to hold my remaining rotten bone.

Wayne walked over and looked down at his hands: "Wow, it's really done, it's amazing." It's really amazing. There are only a few masters in the knight order who can use the general illumination technique, but they can control it well at the same time. Strength, which can achieve resonance without hurting people, is probably hard to find.I don't bother to care whether he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, or an undercover agent sent by the Knights. After all, he did this out of kindness.Now that the immediate problems in the town have been resolved.I asked the mayor where the tomb was with a voice like a broken balloon, and the mayor pointed in one direction.Fran let go and I hopped over with a funny gait.