Blade and Poetry

After the battle in the cave, the atmosphere between me and Coleman eased a lot.We have completely walked out of the road outside the light curtain, and followed the identifiable road to the depths of the maze for a while, but the piece of paper in our hand did not move.Just as I was holding it up and looking around, I unconsciously stepped into a wild field with crooked withered grass.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Coleman's back stopped, so I looked away, and raised my head for no reason.

Another group of people belonging to other camps stood about ten steps away, and they also stopped at the same time, only looking at us from the same place.Neither of us took this chance encounter lightly; the knife was in Coleman's hand, and I had already gestured for the Fire Control Charm and froze without making another move.There were four armed swordsmen on the opposite side. Judging from the traces on their bodies, they had also been struggling in this maze for a while.However, they all seemed to be vigilant, even afraid of us, and no one was willing to take a step forward to cross the long distance between us.

"If you are only planning to pass by, you can come here with confidence." The person headed by them spoke first, "We came out to find the fire of Bowei, and we have no hostility towards you. You don't need to waste time fighting for it."

The man even put the knife back in its sheath, holding only a scrap of paper.The people behind him didn't seem to let go of their guard, the knife was still in their hand, but it was no longer held in front of him.

Coleman didn't answer, but half put the knife in the sheath. I nodded to them, and then Coleman and Coleman walked directly opposite.

The soft soil is cushioned under my feet, as if implying an ordinary and comfortable journey.However, a sense of crisis exploded in my heart halfway, making me hurriedly look in the direction of the magic wave ahead; a big gray bird flew out from behind the group of people, flapped its wings and drew an arc in the air, quickly Rush towards my right hand, which is still twisting the spell.I hastily withdrew my hand and released the fire control spell, the flames I pointed towards moved, causing the bird to scream.But the fire was limited to passing directly through its body, failing to defeat it successfully, only making the color of its feathers lighter.

When it was getting close to me, it swung its head suddenly, turned around, and swooped towards Coleman.

"Be careful, Coleman, that's one of their Soul Blades!"

All attacks linked to the intuition of the swordsman are life-related attacks, and the first reaction is often to protect the vitals based on judgment, but the move of the gray bird is not even an attack, but a cunning sneak attack.Coleman dodged it, but its sharp beak pecked off the thread tied to Coleman's waist bag, and its claws hooked it and flew back into the air—that was our bag containing three fire seeds.

Coleman immediately wanted to step forward, but was grabbed by me.

"There may be a trap somewhere ahead," I said, "Your Soul of the Blade is not suitable, so let me do it."

I chant the incantation of the bouncer, and a ball of white light gathers at my fingertips and points to the ground at my feet.It bounced hard, changed direction, and hit the gray bird that was about to fly back.This time the attack with concentrated magic power worked. Before the gray bird flew back to the side of the Bowei people, it let out a wail in mid-air, and a certain Bowei people also bent down under the attack.The bird fell obliquely, flapped its wings twice with difficulty, but was finally unable to catch it, and let the prize of war slide down its dangling claws.

Gray Bird was severely injured, and the Bowei people were already ready to go, and sword spirits of various shapes rose beside them.Coleman put his hand on the scabbard, waiting for the best time to release his sword soul.It was difficult for me to think more at this time, so I rushed straight to the falling waist bag and jumped up to grab it.I grabbed ahead of the other party and held the bag firmly in the palm of my hand.

Here is all the fresh scent of dead grass, which is poured into my nostrils violently with the wind when it falls.But at this moment, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the expression of the Bowei man covering his abdomen: his face was exposed from the middle of the covered hair, and there was no resignation or regret after losing his hand.He looked directly into my eyes, and he was actually smiling; the pain caused by the heavy blow to the soul of the sword was distorted in the smile, but there was also a kind of indescribable pride.

Immediately afterwards my feet touched the ground, and then I sank deeply into the mud.

For a moment my mind went blank.I instinctively tried to pull my feet, but this only accelerated the process of being dragged into the depths.While I was still able to move my arm, I dumped the waist bag to Coleman.With this series of movements, the mud soon covered my knees, almost reaching my waist.

"Vicente!"

Suddenly I heard Coleman shout.At such a critical juncture, I realized inappropriately: this seemed to be the first time he called me by my first name directly.

"It's a swamp, don't come here!—You can't pull me." I saw that he was deliberately rushing towards me, and shouted to him, "Take the fire and go first!"

Despite my best efforts to keep my body relaxed, I was sinking extremely fast.I tried to use magic to block the swamp around my body, allowing me to put my arms on it, but because my lower body was unconscious, I couldn't fully use the magic power.So this is what I saw in the remaining time:

The Bowei people laughed loudly, and the soldiers detoured around the swamp in two ways and rushed towards Coleman.

Someone said: "After killing that sorcerer, it's much easier to deal with the one who uses a knife. Don't let this one go!"

Coleman stood where he was, without taking a step back, his face was covered with frost.

He drew his knife out of its sheath in a hurry: "I won't leave, and no one else can leave."

Then my lips were engulfed in the mire, then my nostrils where I was still breathing, then my closed eyes, and finally maybe the top of my head—because I couldn't feel it anymore.I sank exhausted in such a terrifying and heavy encirclement, and the only thought that flashed in my mind was: "It's really a pity that I just died here and was teleported out in the middle of the feather service."

Every second is delayed infinitely long.I know that stopping the mud from pouring into my nose is only a temporary measure, as long as I don't leave this place, I won't last long at all.I counted the seconds in a daze, waiting for myself to suffocate in the sinking.

But I never lost consciousness under the extreme lack of oxygen. It seems that some thin air can miraculously penetrate through the tiny gaps in the soil.At some point, I found that my limbs regained consciousness, but they were tightly bound by vines at the bottom of the swamp.I held my breath and scratched a small piece of rune on a vine with my nails, expecting it to break into pieces - but it didn't, instead it became more luxuriant, as if enraged, and tied around my wrist Round and round.

The remaining oxygen—that sudden, life-saving oxygen was getting thinner and thinner, and there was not much time left for me.

I thought drowsily, I can't count the number of times the magic has failed.

Magic has no effect on Lan Duo's cage.

Magic cannot stop the footsteps of sculptured soldiers.

And now, these vines are also immune to magic runes.

The City of the Earth belongs to Bowei Academy, and the City of the Earth prefers swordsmen—its subjects.

Why did the Bowei people come here?They confidently used it to drag me into a trap, as if they knew the existence of this swamp.But they didn't detour, was it because there was what they were looking for?

If I were still the magician who just entered the school three years ago, I would definitely be helpless in this situation.Luck is not on my side, I don't have any hints in my hands, and I don't have the Bowei people's dominant status in this place. Even if Coleman from the East Court comes down, he may handle it more smoothly than me.

But I suddenly remembered in the chaos - I already have my own knife.

My Charon broke through the dirt, severing the vines steadily but slowly as my arm moved.This process was boring and strenuous, but unexpectedly, it was not too difficult.When the last vine also fell off my feet and slowly retracted downward, I suddenly felt the soil around me loosen.The outer container that wrapped me seemed to be broken in an instant; I was caught off guard and fell from the air.

I expected that I would be able to control my feet landing on the ground, but I didn't expect that because I was squeezed for too long before, my feet were numb, and my whole body rolled firmly on the ground for half a circle.Immediately after I was able to move freely, I jumped up defensively, but then I realized: I am alone in this place.

I am in a small space, surrounded by closed, turning around is not hindered, but it does not allow people to take a few more steps.The top of my head was sealed off by a transparent glass-like ceiling, with some light green vines climbing on it, like those that once bound me.

"When you heard that ballad for the last time, you already understood the way to rescue Lando - just throw the fire in, and the 'bird' in the cage will be exchanged. But you entrusted this task to the city back Odgo, just so that you don’t need to spend time turning back after going deep into the maze.” I raised my head and thought, the transparent ceiling seemed to gradually turn into a small skylight in my eyes, “When you fall into a similar Did you ever regret your decision when you were in a difficult situation?"

This question will soon have an answer: I hope that Coleman will ignore my situation, weigh the pros and cons, and leave the siege of Bowei with the fire first.

But it looks like Coleman will fight those Bowers... Maybe that's the biggest difference between me and him.

I turned my gaze to one of the translucent walls, thinking about how to escape.

The surrounding walls all present a chaotic white color, and the overlapping of light and shadow is very confusing.I couldn't see anything strange on it, so I stroked it one by one with my hands.Finally, in the lower part of the center of a certain wall, I felt a small groove.It seems to have been deliberately dug out by hand, and there is a circle of inconspicuous slits around it.This reminds me of the structure of the lock and keyhole - but the groove is very smooth, and it can't be said to be very deep, it doesn't look like it is matched with a special key.

I took a chance and put my finger into it and pulled it, but it didn't help.

I was once again stuck in a dead end in solving the mystery.After confirming that there are no other abnormalities in the four times, I start to review the parts that I may have missed.

On the whole, this is a place suitable for swordsmen.Jumping off the swamp is a test of courage; splitting vines is a test of quick wit.Generally speaking, rather than putting people to death, it is more like another more complicated trial, and it looks more like it is going to lead people somewhere.If there is no surrounding, this key factor will probably still fall on me.

My eyes fell on my left hand, and I felt a flash of inspiration.

Charon was called into my hand again the next moment.

I took off the scabbard pinned to my waist, and used it to hold Charon's blade, and inserted its leaden gray handle into the small depression in the wall—it unexpectedly fit perfectly.It twists and turns in my hand with a slight "click".The wall trembled twice, and then cracked longitudinally from the depression, and the two halves of the wall retracted to one side.There was wall after wall; it split from it the same way I stepped forward.As I walked all the way, there were about a dozen heavy walls rumbling one by one.I couldn't help but be speechless, and began to rejoice that I didn't waste brute force in the process of solving the puzzle before.

In the end, what stood in front of me was no longer a wall, but a quiet room.The area is small, the walls are white, and there is no exit—it is very similar to the previous one.The only difference is that it has a small altar in the corner, like the one on our tower, but smaller and the color is almost lost in the background.As I got closer, the inside of the altar was revealed, and I was disappointed—it didn't look like it held anything, and there was no fire to glow within.That means it might just represent the trap that opens up the next place.

I walked to the jar and looked down, but then I froze in place.

I couldn't help blinking hard:

A dark and soft plumage lay at the base of the altar.

The feather robes that the wave guards followed cautiously and followed the clues fell into the hands of a magician who fell into their trap.