Ethereal and eerie laughter came from the fog, as if a frivolous woman was teasing those who were lost in the fog. The phantom that was cut in half by Gwen's sword had indeed disappeared, but in the next moment, it reassembled in another part of the fog.
This vengeful fog … actually had a mind of its own!
After realizing this, Heti felt a little cold sweat on her forehead.
The fog first pretended to be unconscious so that everyone would think that the situation was not so critical and try to find a chance to break out. But in the process, as time passed, everyone's physical strength would be weakened by the fog. When Gwen and his team really began to break out, everyone would have been injured to varying degrees. At that time, the vengeful spirit in the fog would suddenly attack, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
But perhaps the inherent flaw in the consciousness of the undead creatures, the laughter from the fog destroyed its (or their) own trap.
But even so, the situation was still bad.
It was difficult for ordinary soldiers to play a role in the face of such a strange enemy. They could only rely on their strong will to resist the malice and fear that constantly seeped out of the fog. Betty, who had no combat ability, was the first to be protected in the center of the team. Byron Knight's steel sword was surging with scorching heat. He constantly dispelled the ubiquitous cold air with the sword and cut off the countless phantom arms that stretched out from the fog. Under his protection, Heti and Rebecca could have a relatively stable casting environment.
Heti kept chanting and constantly used a variety of low-level auxiliary spells to weaken the power of the surrounding fog, but Rebecca's attack was much simpler and more violent. She waved her staff and released only one spell from beginning to end — Fireball.
Large and small fireballs flew from the tip of Rebecca's staff into the fog, causing a series of explosions, but the effect was not good. Fire did have a certain restraining effect on undead creatures, but the Vengeful Fog was a very special thing. It was thin and wide, and there was no substance that could withstand the explosion. A fireball exploded in the fog, and more than half of its lethality would be lost.
"Don't use Fireball!" Gwen noticed Rebecca's fighting style and quickly reminded her, "Use a large range spell — the power doesn't have to be strong, but the range must be large! Otherwise, the fog will disperse all the attacks! "
Rebecca shouted, "But I only know how to use Fireball!"
Gwen was shocked. "What?!"
"Rebecca only knows how to use Fireball!" Heti's voice was almost exasperated. "After five years of learning, this is the only trick I know!"
Rebecca's face turned red, and she was angry at her own stupidity in magic. She gathered the powerful magic together and almost used all her strength to bind it into a spell model. Then, she waved her staff, and a washbasin-sized... Fireball flew to the densest part of the fog.
There was no such thing as an epiphany, an emergency breakthrough, or a shocking counterattack.
This fireball spell, which was far beyond standard, triggered an explosion that was far beyond standard. Even the fog in front of them had thinned out a little, but in the next instant, the gap in the fog was filled up again. What was worse was that Gawain suddenly heard a roar full of fear and anger coming from behind him.
A family warrior's eyes were blood-red. The negative energy transmitted by the Wraith Fog had finally completely destroyed the soul of the soldier, and the damage to the soul was immediately reflected in the body. His skin quickly became dry and pale like a parchment, and his whole body was howling crazily. He raised his long sword high and began to madly slash, as if there were enemies in all directions.
The other two warriors nearby reacted immediately. After dodging the opponent's random attacks, they swarmed up and held down the poor guy who had gone crazy.
The soldier who was held down struggled wildly, and his flesh wriggled and twisted violently as if it was about to leave his body. He glared at them and finally roared hoarsely, "Kill me! Kill me! "
However, in the eyes of the other two soldiers, blood was gradually gathering like a dark cloud. They did not respond to the pleas of their comrade.
They were about to lose their minds.
Seeing this, Gwen immediately stabbed the Pathfinder's Sword into the ground and mobilized the original power of this body according to the method recorded in his mind. "Mind Deterrence!"
This was one of the few abilities of a knight that could affect one's mind. A strong willpower would sweep across the battlefield, causing a strong mental pressure on all hostile targets. It could also have a strong encouraging effect on one's own people.
Under the effect of Mind Deterrence, the two soldiers quickly got rid of the fear state, but the poor guy who was pressed down on the ground had his soul completely destroyed by the Wraith Fog. After a few struggles, he was completely motionless.
Gwen's eyes quickly scanned the battlefield. He saw that the Wraith Fog did not show any signs of weakening. Instead, it became thicker under the attacks of Heti and Rebecca. At the position where the three soldiers were originally at, Betty had disappeared.
"Where is Betty?" Gwen's heart tightened as he shouted. "Betty!"
Amber jumped out from the nearby shadows. "I just saw the little girl running into the Wraith Fog. It looked like she was sleepwalking!"
"Oh no... She has lost her mind." Gwen was shocked. "Why is the Wraith Fog so strange?"
Amber's face was full of horror. "I don't know what's strange, but the situation is terrible!"
"The Wraith Fog shows no signs of dissipating. It's reasonable to say that after being attacked for so long, the Wraith Fog should have weakened a little." Gwen quickly made a judgment based on the knowledge in his mind. Although those memories were not his, he found that as long as he actively used them, they would be as useful as his original knowledge and experience. "And we have also judged that the magic focus here is not very strong. How can such an ordinary magic focus give birth to the Wraith Fog that even has intelligence?"
Amber was very smart. She understood immediately. "You mean this Wraith Fog is not naturally produced? Is there some kind of artificial energy source maintaining it? "
"It may not be an artificial energy source, but there must be something maintaining it." Gwen frowned as he stared at the Wraith Fog, as if he wanted to see through the Wraith Fog and see its essence. "And the thing maintaining it should be nearby, but our perception is blinded. We can't see it at all!"
"But Madam Heti has already used Detect Distortion..." Amber said in confusion. Then her eyes suddenly widened. "... Is it not on 'this level'?"
Before her voice trailed off, Gwen saw the half-elf lady suddenly jump back and disappear into thin air.
No, she did not disappear.
Gawain noticed that there was an abnormal shadow floating on the ground nearby. It was a blurry silhouette of a human silhouette, and he could vaguely make out that it was Amber's silhouette. The silhouette, which was only a shadow without a body, seemed to teleport and jump from one surface to another. Sometimes, it would appear on the ground, and sometimes on a nearby tree trunk. After jumping a few times, it completely disappeared.
It was not a real shadow, but a reflection of Amber walking on the edge of the material world in the shadow state and projecting in the material world.
Such a simple, violent, and powerful "Shadowwalk" was an eye-opener for Gwen.
Where did this half-elf thief come from?
Before Gwen could ask more questions, Amber's figure suddenly appeared in the air again. She rushed to Gwen. Just as he was about to ask about the situation, Amber grabbed his arm and pulled him hard.
Gwen staggered for a moment, then felt that he had passed through a layer of cold, illusory barrier. When his eyes focused again, the surrounding environment had changed.
Everything had lost its color, leaving only black and white between heaven and earth. A thin layer of fog shrouded the world. The fog was cold, but it did not have the power to take away vitality like the Mist of Wraiths.
Gwen looked around and found that the dense forest had disappeared, but there were dried tree stumps on the ground, and the position of those stumps was exactly the same as the position of the trees in the forest.
Everyone, including Heidi, was standing not far away from him. However, they stood stiffly on the spot as if they had been petrified and did not move at all.
Rebecca was the closest to Gwen. She maintained a tense posture, holding her staff tightly, but there was no light in her eyes. She had turned into a grayish-white "statue" and just stared blankly ahead. The texture of her skin was like some kind of rough ceramic product.
Wisps of black fog were rising from the ground nearby, drilling into their bodies and creating tiny cracks on their porcelain-like bodies.
This strange and terrifying scene made Gwen look at his hands subconsciously. After confirming that his hands were still human limbs, he was a little relieved. Then he clenched the Pathfinder and walked quickly towards Rebecca, ready to cut off the harmful black fog.
But just as he took half a step, Amber suddenly appeared beside him. The half-elf lady grabbed his arm tightly and said, "Don't get close. External forces can't help them. If you're not careful, it will make the situation worse."
Gwen looked at Amber in amazement. She had another appearance in this black and white world.
Her hair had grown long and floated behind her as if there was no gravity. Her light brown eyes were now filled with a faint golden glow, and a flame-like black smoke gathered under her feet and kept repeating the process of condensing and dissipating.
There was nothing in Gwen Cecil's memory that could explain the scene in front of him.
"Don't ask me too many things. It'll be very awkward if I don't answer. Especially since I've just dug up your grave. It'll make me feel guilty," Hu Po said quickly. "Our time is limited. It's my first time entering such a 'deep' place. If we bring you along, who knows how long we can last."
"Where is this place?" Gwen asked the question he was most concerned about.
"The Umbral Realm," Amber said faintly and pointed to where Heti and others were. "Look."
It was where Betty and the soldiers were at first, but one of the soldiers had fallen to the ground and turned into countless pale fragments. It really looked like broken porcelain. The others, like Rebecca, were still in the same posture and posture when they first came into contact with the mist.
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