The first row of white maggots compressed their bodies backward, and the round bulges at their tails quickly pushed toward the front of their mouths.
Finally, the white maggots' bodies jerked straight, and the round, exposed fillings sprayed out from the huge mouthparts of their heads.
Masses of yellow, circular matter flew into the sky and into the distance in a parabola.
Each mass of yellow substance would spin as it was ejected, throwing out a lot of yellow sticky fluid.
Although this yellow sticky fluid didn't fly far, the entire encampment was soon covered in an indescribable smell.
Even with masks on, the smell could get in, and it seemed that even the masks had become a source of stench.
Most players were already far away from the formation of white maggots, but they could still feel someone stuffing feces into their noses.
Smelling this, the players who were watching the show retreated again.
Some people had even gone to the side and squatted in the corner, just waiting to vomit.
As for the werecats … Maromatha, whose sense of smell was much stronger than that of humans, bristled on the spot when she smelled this.
Starting from the ears on her head, then her tail straightened up, and her black tail swelled visibly with the naked eye. The entire beautiful, shiny black tail suddenly turned into a black feather duster.
Then her eyes lost their light, and she fell backward with her eyes wide open, falling straight to the ground with her arms outstretched, and she passed out.
The female player who had been accompanying her, with a smile on her face, grabbed Maromatha's waist and dragged her back until she was outside the encampment, leaning against the leeward of the wall, before stopping.
And during this period, the cries of pain of a certain player could be heard from time to time in the encampment.
“Fire！”
Rows of yellow feces balls with specks of flying foam smashed into the distance.
Gently placing the black cat against the wall, the female player rubbed her hands excitedly.
With a somewhat smug expression on her smiling face, she then stroked the black cat's soft ears with one hand, then cupped her face with both hands, revealing a smitten smirk. "Hahaha, I touched it."
After laughing, she reached out to touch the cat's ears again, then cupped her face again and giggled foolishly.
After a few times, the black cat Maromatha woke up.
Her face was livid, and she crawled away unsteadily, digging a hole in the sand with both hands and feet. Her mouth bulged, and a stream of rainbow-like vomit hung down and fell into the sandpit.
After a few minutes of vomiting, she finally felt better.
Maromatha pushed the sand with her hands to bury the vomit, then crouched down with her hands over her head, shivering and muttering to herself, "Terrible, those warlocks are terrible. So much poop, so smelly, the hell of the Meow Meow Clan. "
Werecats were born to love cleanliness. As long as the conditions allowed, they would definitely clean themselves.
These maggots, on the other hand, spat out feces that were catalyzed by magic power, which increased the stench by at least ten times and was extremely difficult to blow away.
Even humans, who had a mediocre sense of smell, could not stand it, let alone the werecats, whose sense of smell was at least ten times stronger than that of humans.
If it was just dirty, or simply smelly.
Marsha Marsha wouldn't have such a big reaction.
But it was dirty and smelly, which really drove the cat into a dead end.
The camera cut to the Elemental Council Hall of the Spatial Magic Tower in Tebesia.
Greene looked at the three Elementals in front of him and said slowly, "Barnard is dead. I saw it with my own eyes. Roland's woman, the little queen named Andonara, is really a Legendary Great Swordsman as the intelligence says."
"How is that possible?"
Hearing this, the other three elders were shocked to death.
One of them stood up in fright. "You and Barnard both went in a flying boat that hung high in the air and didn't land, and both of you knew Mage's Disjunction. How could he have been killed?"
"That female Legendary Great Swordsman can also fly." Greene's eyes were full of fear. "She's also blue, about the same color as the blue fireball that Roland conjured."
In fact, this was Greene being frightened, thinking that Roland and Andonara's flames were of the same origin.
But the nature of the two's flames was different.
Roland's was a pure magic flame.
Andonara's was the Hero's flame, or the Phoenix Demon King's flame.
Roland's was only blue because of the pure heat.
Andonara's flames, on the other hand, were also blue, but their actual temperature was far less than Roland's blue flames, but they also had a decent burning ability, and most importantly, they had a great restraining effect on the evil creatures of the Realm of Devils.
The remaining three looked at each other.
They felt that things hadn't been right recently.
Legends were already the pinnacle powerhouses of the main plane, and their Magic Tower had lost Oepmop a few days ago, and now Barnard had died only a few days ago.
This could no longer be described as a "huge loss" to describe the tragedy of the Spatial Magic Tower.
If it wasn't handled properly, it could even affect the future of the Spatial Magic Tower.
Two Legends had fallen in a row in a few days.
This made the students outside who were preparing to learn spatial magic know what to think of the Monochrome Magic Tower. They would definitely think that this Magic Tower was trash and weak, otherwise how could two Legends have fallen in a row?
And one was killed by a Master, and the other by the queen of a small kingdom.
It would be very embarrassing to say it out loud.
Several of them sighed heavily, and finally someone suggested, "Let's contact the Great Elder and hear his opinion."
The other three nodded.
The Legendary Mage who made the suggestion immediately began a special spatial mental connection, but then his face was puzzled at first, then gradually turned pale.
At the same time, he swallowed. "I can't contact the Great Elder."
The other three thought it was normal. "Spatial Mental Leap is easy to fail, it's not like you don't know, try a few more times."
"No, I've located the Great Elder's soul point, but the location isn't right, and he's ignoring me."
"Where did he go to play this time?"
The Legend's face gradually began to pale. "The Netherworld … seems to be the Wall of the Faithless."
The other three Legendary Mages froze at first, then burst out laughing.
"Pylos, don't joke at a time like this."
Pylos's face grew paler. "I'm not joking, if you don't believe me, contact the Great Elder yourselves."
The three saw his expression of extreme seriousness in fear, and their smiles froze at once.
After a while, Greene took the initiative to use Mental Leap to search for the Great Elder's mental fluctuations. The mental points between the Legends were connected using special spatial magic, and as long as they were willing to spend mental power, it was easy to find their own people.
A dozen seconds later, Greene's face also turned pale. "It really does seem to be … the Wall of the Faithless."
Most Mages were faithless.
Because they wanted to become gods like Mystra, and once they became someone else's believer, it would be very difficult to become a god again.
Because believers, even if they were general believers, would be noticed by the gods as long as they were strong enough.
Once signs of becoming a god were discovered, the consequences … were hard to predict.
And if one had no faith at all, after death, they would be pulled to the Wall of the Faithless and hung to be blown by the wind.
This wind was the cold wind of the soul, and the soul hanging on the wall would be in so much pain from this cold wind that even a Legendary Mage, no matter how high his mental power was, would only be able to last a few hundred years longer than an ordinary person.
The Spatial Magic Tower had a certain amount of research on all the major planes, including the Wall of the Faithless. Their ancestors had also teleported there and escaped from Meditation's pursuit, and wrote down what they had seen and heard about the Wall of the Faithless, as well as its coordinates.
Although this man was later caught by Meditation and brought back to the Wall of the Faithless to hang.
But his interesting anecdote was still remembered by the people of the Spatial Magic Tower.
Everyone probed the Great Elder's current location, and then they were all scared out of their wits.
"Isn't the Great Elder at the Red Magic Tower? Roland shouldn't be able to kill him. Could it be that Alfred and the others from the Red Magic Tower did it? "
The Second Elder roared, "A Legend dying on another Magic Tower is a disgrace, this is war, and the Red Magic Tower must pay the price for this."
"But we're no match for them."
"Publicize this matter, unite the Great Elders of the other Magic Towers, and put pressure on the Red Magic Tower at the same time. Alfred dares to kill our Great Elder now, and in the next few days, he'll definitely dare to kill them. "
"Yes, unite the others …"
At this moment, a strange spluttering sound came from outside the council hall.
It seemed as if something soft had fallen from a high altitude.
Then there were screams outside the street, even accompanied by strange sounds like "It stinks … oh, retch."
The pale faces of the four Legends suddenly had a reddish hue, which was caused by anger.
Greene walked to the window, opened it, and then saw many large yellow balls thrown from the sky outside the city, in waves and in rows.
Many of them smashed far away from the council hall, and it could be seen from above that these yellow balls were not hard, and after they landed, they smashed into a puddle of yellow mud on the ground.
Then a yellow ball smashed from the sky to the front of the council hall, and if it wasn't stopped, it would directly find the window.
Greene snorted coldly and stretched out his hand.
A small tornado flew out of his hand and collided with the yellow ball.
The yellow ball was also cut by the tornado, turning into strands of mud that were sucked into the tornado.
Then, the tornado sucked things in and threw them out from above itself.
Then a very spectacular scene appeared. The yellow ball inside was cut into countless pieces of "mud," and then, with the rotating force of the tornado, sprayed out from above and scattered evenly in all directions.
Because Greene's tornado was well controlled, the power of the tornado was quite uniform.
So the tornado was like a perfect sprinkler, and as it moved forward, it was like a fountain, spraying all the mud of the yellow ball along the way.
Wherever it passed, the citizens who couldn't escape in time screamed, and many of them passed out after running a few steps.
Only a small number of people could resist this strange stench.
Greene watched in surprise as Tebesia turned into a hell of crying and screaming.
Just as he was wondering why this was happening, he suddenly smelled the stench of feces coming towards him.
The moment he smelled it, Greene almost passed out from the smell.
He subconsciously opened his magic shield and blocked the space outside.
Looking back, he found that the other three elders had also put on shields.
And Greene looked at the yellow "mud feces" all over the street, and his anger rose at an extremely fast rate.
"This is too much, too much."
Greene let out a roar of grief and indignation.
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