Prop —
An ethereal and distant incantation echoed in the dark forest that was covered by the lush foliage.
Seven short, light yellow whale oil candles, silver utensils, and large pieces of natural crystal formed a ritual, and an invisible wind from the spirit world blew.
Whoosh —
Carrying the fresh scent of holly leaves, the invisible wind brought wave after wave of information from the spirit world into this world, which was received by the "prophet" Milan who was standing in the middle of the ritual and then quickly analyzed.
Opposite him, Elvin, who was wearing a white crystal accessory, closed his eyes and stood quietly. This time, it was finally his turn to be Milan's human amplifier.
Before this, Milan's several divinations were not very successful.
Although she had received information from Dr. Taylor about a few traitors of the "Vaissari School," there were only a few names, general appearances, and descriptions of their abilities, but there was no medium that could provide accurate directions.
Especially under the premise that all the members were Grade 2 official wizards, it greatly increased the difficulty of Milan's divination.
Previously, in the feedback of the spirit world, there was no such person in three names in a row.
There could be many reasons: the name and typical appearance could not be matched, the essence of life had changed, the transcendence … It was even possible that they were already dead.
It was only until the divination of a guy named Lambert Ulysses that the ritual finally reacted.
According to the information, this Ulysses was the most obsessed with the knowledge of the "School of Necromancy." The groundbreaking technology in his hands allowed him to revive the bodies of the dead and then precisely control them with a [Death-Telling Strain].
The effect of the combination of the two was more powerful than the original "School of Necromancy's" death slaves, and it could do many delicate work that low-level undead could never do.
But even so, it was difficult to directly and accurately locate him, and could only roughly determine where he was most likely to be at the time.
This was the last clue in their hands, and the only thing they could rely on was Milan's divination.
At that time.
After agreeing with Dr. Taylor to meet again and sending back the prescription given by the other party through a messenger, they raced against time and set off again.
Along the way, the two of them worked together to perform several divinations on Ulysses. The four-man team had crossed the Abayache Mountains for the first time and officially entered the western region.
Of course, this place was still located in the east of the new continent. It was separated from the new Shilius sub-royal district by a vast expanse of land, and it was even further away from the eastern and western borders.
Currently, there was a large area of Atrian activity in this area.
Even in the vast Shilius colony to the west, there were still Atrian resistance groups. Most of them were survivors of the Kurma and Azik Empires.
While the team was on the chase, Milan had already divined for the fourth time and was finally about to catch the only clue – the tail of Wizard Lamber Ulysses.
Elvin's only regret was that, after they entered the inland area, Storm Horn, the quasi-legendary warship that had just been upgraded, would not have a chance to show its abilities.
After a long time, the wind of the Spirit Realm in the ritual slowly dissipated.
"Hu —! High cliffs, thunder, blue eagles, rolling dark clouds … It was about 50 kilometers away from here, and the time it would take was between one to three hours.
Unlike the small tribes we passed by before, they should be making a move this time. "
Milan let out a long sigh. Her face finally had a look of excitement.
In the previous pursuit, this group of people who had not revealed their tracks had not made a move after using the "dark clouds" to attack Apusuya's Wendat Tribe. They had only been heading west in silence.
Unlike Elvin's initial guess, this time, they seemed to have a very clear goal. The small tribes they encountered along the way were obviously not their target. Until now …
"Blue eagles?"
After hearing the result of Milan's divination, Apusuya fell into deep thought.
"Eh, Apusuya, do you know the situation of this tribe?
If we have a good relationship with them, we can warn them in advance and have them send out supernatural forces to help us capture Ulysses! "
Milan clenched her fist tightly. She felt that this was the only good news she had heard along the way.
"Of course I know them. The blue eagles should be talking about the Quinnar Tribe, which is not far from here. They are a large tribe on the same level as our Wendat Tribe.
Their tribe worships the Blue Eagle, also known as the Thunderbird 'Sassimo'. It is an existence that may be even more powerful than the great 'Spirit of the Giant Bear' Graham. "
Apusuya knew the situation, but she had to pour cold water on the team.
"But I'll have to disappoint you. Although our relationship is stronger than that of the Iroquois, we are still enemies. In fact, it's hard for Atreans who worship different totem gods to be friends. "
Therefore, when they entered the Quinnar Tribe's territory, not only would they have to face the mastermind, but they would also have to face the Quinnar Tribe, which might not appreciate their kindness.
Moreover, Apsuya also knew that there were a few real magical creatures called thunderbirds living in the mountains near the Thunderbird Clan. They were similar to the dragon subspecies that had dragon blood in their veins. The standard for them to reach adulthood was Rank-3.
It was a powerful natural barrier that belonged to the Quintana Clan.
"Huh? That's the worst news I've ever heard. "
Milan's excited expression immediately collapsed. His combat ability had always been his weakness. Just like Dr. Taylor, it was determined by his own career path.
"Alright, an hour's journey is tight. Let's go quickly. Be careful!"
Elvin pulled Olivia, who was following beside him, up naturally. Apusuya pulled Milan into her lynx form and avoided the various shrubs on the ground level of the forest. They leaped onto the thick branches of the trees.
They turned into two balls of light and dashed through the treetops. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the forest.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
.....
Twenty kilometers away from the settlement of the Quinault Tribe, in a dark mountain valley.
Five pale-faced black-robed people surrounded a jar that was half the height of a person. They were busy working.
Some of them took out a small pouch from their waists that looked like the stomach of some animal and added all sorts of medicinal ingredients into the jar.
Some of them were tending to the bottom of the jar, where a strange green flame burned on a pile of firewood.
Some of them even uttered a string of curses from their pale and dry mouths.
The chaotic chanting was like the whispers of countless tiny creatures. When normal people heard it, they would want to dig out their brains, scratch them, and stuff them back in.
Gurgle … gurgle …
Faint black smoke rose from the ribs in the crude jar. If one's eyes were sharp enough, they might be able to see that the black smoke was actually made up of extremely small and light particles.
At this moment, the particles were rising into the sky under the influence of dark witchcraft. They dyed the clouds that were not too high in the sky into a dark shade.
Blargh —
Beside the five black-robed people was a shriveled giant wolf with mottled fur. The swollen sac on its neck expanded and contracted. From time to time, it would spit out a mouthful of red and yellow poisonous liquid that contained a large amount of germs into the jar.
Obviously, it was not for them. It was not as simple as artificial rain. They had added plenty of extra ingredients into the mix.
The poisonous cloud formed by Sky Mountain in the end was just a carrier that could carry all kinds of germs. The Super Cyst Fungus was just an ordinary one that did not have a high fatality rate.
The members of the School of Poison all knew that the most destructive germs were not the ones that had the highest fatality rate in a short period of time, but the ones that were the most infectious and lethal.
It did not need too many of them. As long as the fatality rate was more than one-third, any human organization and social form would collapse.
"It should be about time. Be careful! Don't let the Plague Poisonous Cloud fall on the rank-3 Transcendent in the tribe. If they destroy it, the effect will be greatly reduced. "
"Quack. Don't worry. I have experience."
Hu —
The Plague Poisonous Cloud, which looked like a large raincloud, flew forward under the control of witchcraft. In less than ten minutes, it had reached the edge of the rather large camp in the distance.
"Woof, woof, woof …"
"Quack, quack, quack …"
"Hu, hu, hu …"
The barking of dogs, the cawing of crows, and the roaring of storms in the sky suddenly entered the ears of the natives who were working in the camp.
Then, he saw a large patch of pitch-black clouds falling straight down from the sky like lead clouds that couldn't bear the weight of the burden.
"Look! The dark cloud is falling."
Less than a minute later.
"Roar —!"
"Roar —!"
"What's wrong with you? No! Help —! "
Twenty kilometers away, the two black wizards who were observing the movements in the tribe with witchcraft smiled at the same time.
"Okay. Let's go to the next target —"
All of a sudden, there was a faint sound of rolling thunder in the sky, coming closer and closer.
Shriek —!
An eagle's cry that pierced through eardrums echoed in the sky like a thunderclap.
It also made Zombie and Poison Wolf's expressions change abruptly as they instantly looked up at the sky.
Boom!
Above their heads, a huge black shadow fell from the sky like a thunderbolt.
"What the hell is that?!"
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