Garon sat cross-legged on the grass, his body unknowingly emitting a faint black gas, as if it was a fog that kept spreading into the depths of the surroundings.
He quietly sensed the Eight-Headed Dragon's ninth head, the blood tumor was getting bigger and bigger, redder and redder, as if it was going to explode at any time.
Unknowingly, Windling also noticed his abnormality, and hurriedly avoided him without saying a word.
Along the way, Garon had gotten used to this situation every time, not just once or twice, but many times. It was as if he was inspecting his body's condition, similar to the masters among the mortals.
But this time, it seemed a little different.
Windling carefully looked at the black smoke around Garon's body, it smelled very nice, very rich, like the fragrance of many spices burning together, he couldn't tell what the smell was, but it didn't feel pungent, a little like sandalwood.
Suddenly, he was slightly stunned, as if the skin on his body was a little numb. He reached out and pinched the skin on the back of his hand, but he couldn't feel anything.
Windling was instantly shocked, and hurriedly retreated more than ten meters, before the numbness on his body recovered.
"What is this smell, it can actually numb the senses without me knowing!" Windling stared at Garon not far away with lingering fear.
At this time, Garon's body was shrouded in a large amount of faint black mist, even his face was a little blurry.
"Here it comes again … Every time you do this kind of dangerous action without saying a word, do you know that this can kill people!" Windling mumbled softly. "My dear Wei Weier, when can daddy see you again … and my cute little Bartos."
He became depressed, and sighed deeply, walking to a green rock far away and sitting down, not caring that it was dirty.
Time passed by, second by second. Soon, the noon light gradually tilted, and the sunlight was a little red.
The wind that blew through the forest also brought with it a hint of gentleness and warmth.
Windling sat on the green rock and dozed off, the biggest benefit of moving with Garon, was that there wasn't a single dangerous creature around Garon within a one to two kilometer radius. Whether it was a mutated creature or a powerful experimental monster. There was no trace of them at all.
The monsters seemed to be able to sense the dangerous aura on Garon's body, and they all retreated and escaped. Therefore, he was able to relax and rest every time.
While Wind Chimes was in a daze, she vaguely heard a weak cry for help.
"Help … Help … Huff … Huff …" Amidst the sounds of running and panting, a young child's voice came faintly from afar.
This was the wilderness forest not far from the human settlement. It was probably another child who couldn't survive and came out to find a livelihood.
Feng Ling thought so. He was different from Garon. He was very familiar with the lives of ordinary people in troubled times.
Because his two children were just normal people, without the talent of a Luminarist. If it wasn't for him, the two children would have starved to death.
"Who cares?" Feng Ling did not want to bother with them. Along the way, they had encountered many such situations. There were adults, old people, strong men, and beautiful girls. However, he and Garon were too lazy to care.
In such a chaotic world, ordinary people had no land to farm and no other talents. They could only take risks and go out to gather all kinds of rare herbs to provide raw materials for all kinds of medicine.
In many of the wilderness areas that had been cleaned up, the danger was relatively low. Many ordinary people who had money would hire one or two totem users to go out and gather herbs, so they would not encounter much danger.
Only the first line of defense would have fierce battles of life and death every day.
Ordinary people in such an era had a very difficult life.
The sound was getting closer and closer, and the more he listened, the more it sounded like his child's voice. Wind Chimes was getting more and more frustrated. For a moment, he thought of his own children. If they were to encounter such a situation …
He finally stood up and walked towards the direction of the sound.
After all, Garon usually needed some time to finish here.
*****
Garon slowly opened his eyes, and a red light flashed in his eyes. He still failed.
The ninth head did not successfully hatch in the end. His agility had reached its limit, and only the intelligence factor was left.
"Do I need to completely max out the last factor?" This thought flashed through Garon's mind.
He came back to his senses.
"Wind Chimes?" He was surprised to see Wind Chimes' figure.
The wind blew through the surrounding forest, and the leaves rustled.
Other than that, there was no other sound.
A small non-mutated scorpion slowly crawled past his feet, and then scurried into a small hole in the ground.
On a tree branch far away, the three-tailed squirrel from before was hugging a ball of jam covered in broken leaves, and was trying to stuff the jam into a nut shell with its butt sticking out.
Garon retracted his gaze, and scanned his surroundings.
"Boss, there might be some discoveries here." Wind Chimes shouted from afar.
Garon stood up, and walked straight over, passing through a small forest. He saw Wind Chimes squatting in front of a deep hole, examining something, and his expression was serious.
"What's going on?"
Garon frowned and walked over.
"This hole is a little strange." Wind Chimes said softly. Although he was not as good as Garon, he was still an Elemental General of the Obscuro Society, and his strength was not bad. Even without his heirloom, a normal spiritualized person would not be his opponent. But now that he had a troubled expression, it was obvious that the situation might be troublesome.
"What's going on?" Garon leaned over to look into the hole. Suddenly, a stench came from the hole, and he held his breath, frowning slightly.
Suddenly, he felt a faint sense of weakness from the Eight-Headed Dragon Totem, as if it was caused by the stench just now.
"What is this?!" Garon was just about to take a step back. Suddenly, a strong push came from behind him.
This force did not have any ill intentions, it was just a simple push.
"You!!" Garon turned around, and saw Wind Chimes with a mysterious smile on his face.
Strangely, Garon's body was pushed forward violently, but only his upper body was slightly tilted, and his feet did not move at all.
For a moment, both of them were stunned.
Garon was stunned by Wind Chimes' strange change.
And the other party could not understand why his full push only made Garon tilt slightly.
"What … What's going on!? The Night Lizard's poison gas is ineffective against you?! "Wind Chimes' face was slightly stunned, as if he could not believe it. "This is a poison gas that can instantly weaken five spiritualized totems …!"
"Poison gas?" Garon's face showed a hint of malevolence.
A shapeless whirlpool suddenly appeared behind Wind Chimes.
Crack!!
The huge dragon's mouth bit down on empty air.
Wind Chimes' body was like an illusion, slowly fading into nothingness, becoming fainter and fainter.
"Idiot! Do you think I'll stay here and wait for you to attack? I really don't know how your IQ grew, is your brain filled with muscles? "
Wind Chimes' face showed a mysterious smile again.
"You're not Wind Chimes, who are you?" Garon looked at the rapidly fading opponent, his five senses quickly and carefully analyzed all the movements in the surroundings, trying to find the opponent's position.
"The second elemental general of the Obscuro Society, you can call me the Illusionist." The figure finally disappeared completely, leaving only a faint voice.
"Illusionist?" Garon snorted coldly, a fierce light flashing in his eyes. He looked at the black hole on the ground, and the stench quickly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
A red light flashed between his eyebrows.
The Eight-Headed Dragon's eight heads slowly appeared behind him.
Roar!!!
The violent roar turned into a circle of pale white sound waves, spreading wildly in all directions.
Large patches of leaves and maple trees were shaken to the point of being shaken.
There was no movement in the surroundings.
The black light formation under Garon's feet suddenly lit up, and he jumped straight up, releasing a black fog in mid-air, enveloping himself.
Caw caw!!!
Countless black fog poured out, turning into thousands of cloud crows, flying in all directions like black dots, searching.
Garon's face was gloomy, and he searched the entire ten kilometer radius over and over again. Finding nothing, he then landed with a cold expression.
At this time, the surrounding environment suddenly distorted slightly. The surrounding environment seemed to have changed.
A series of dull crashing sounds suddenly came from not far away.
Garon then realized that he had been in the illusionist's illusion, and he didn't feel anything at all!
The opponent's illusions had reached an extremely terrifying level, and the simulated environment was exactly the same as the forest in reality!
He quickly suppressed the shock in his heart.
Garon could faintly hear Windling's curses in the midst of the crashing sounds from afar.
He walked over, passing through a small patch of trees, and saw Windling trapped in a triangular semi-permeable tactical formation. The tactical formation was slightly yellow, and it was built with three white stones as the foundation.
The three stones were already slightly cracked and had cracks on them.
Crash!!
The triangular tactical formation finally shattered.
Windling walked out with a furious face.
"It's that bitch Illusionist!!" He was unusually angry, "How dare she play with my feelings!"
He instantly saw Garon's unhappy face, and immediately shuddered, stopping his words.
"This Illusionist is quite troublesome." Garon felt the stubborn poison faintly lingering in his body, and was in a bad mood.
Even the Eight-Headed Dragon couldn't completely resist this poison, and it was known that the Eight-Headed Dragon was also a top creature covered in poison, but it still wasn't immune to this poison. One could imagine that the Obscuro Society had really used their most precious things this time.
The Illusionist's goal this time was probably to poison him in advance to weaken his strength.
What followed next would probably be a storm of pursuit and attacks.
He carefully sensed the state of his body.
Garen's heart was slightly relieved.
Although the Eight-Headed Dragon couldn't be immune to this poison, it could greatly weaken the effects of the poison.
Two of the Eight-Headed Dragon's eight heads were in a weak state, and couldn't be used. Its skin was slightly corroded, and its defense was slightly weakened. As a result, the power of the Dragon's Roar was reduced to three-quarters of its original power. It was only three times that of the Dual Headed Salamander. Which meant that only six of its heads could be used.
"Boss, could it be that you've been tricked?" Windling carefully looked at Garon's expression.
"It's a bit troublesome." Garon said lightly. "The Illusionist said it's a poison called the Swamp Night Lizard."
"Swamp Night Lizard!!?? Oh my god! "Windling's eyes suddenly widened, and his hands grabbed his hair with all his might.
"It's over, it's over … This thing is said to last for a long time! Without an antidote, there's no way to get rid of it for the rest of your life! It will permanently weaken the core totem by half!! "
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