Gwen said that he wanted to take a look at the Great Wall. Of course, he did not mean to go to the sentry towers at the border of the Gondor wasteland.
The nearest sentry tower was at the end of the belt plain at the southern foot of the Gloom Mountains. To get there, he had to cross the mountains and the barren wasteland, which was tens of kilometers wide. It was not something he could consider now.
But it was much simpler to look at it from a distance. The Great Wall, as its name suggested, was a giant barrier that could be described as a "miracle". The sentry towers, which were nearly a thousand meters high, were just the "anchors" of the wall. The wall itself was a layer of magic barrier connected to the clouds. As long as one stood on a higher ground in the Gloom Mountains, one could clearly see the top of the barrier. Gwen could also roughly determine the status of the sentry towers.
With Hu Po and his leg strength, it wouldn't be difficult for them to reach the nearest vantage point in a short period of time. However, it wouldn't be easy to bring along two ordinary serfs, so they had to first send the two guides back to the camp.
And he had to go back first to calm the people down.
Gwen looked down at the wreckage of the mutants, which was emitting faint black smoke. The flesh and blood on the wreckage had turned into ashes, but the remaining blood-red bones dissipated slowly. It would take about two or three days to completely "evaporate". Before the wreckage completely dissipated, it should be put to good use.
Gawain raised the Pathfinder's Sword and slashed at the bones that were harder than steel. Soon, the ugly heads were chopped off. Amber, who was watching from the side, was scared out of his wits. "Damn it … Why are you still whipping corpses … Damn it, you're so twisted …"
"This thing has a miraculous effect on calming people down." Gwen looked up at Amber and threw the head he had just chopped off into her arms. Then he bent down to chop off the next head. "Take this — I'll make another one."
"Eeewww!" Amber was startled by the monster's head that Gawain had suddenly thrown at him. He was flustered as he yelled, "What's wrong with you? Are you sure this thing will calm people down and not scare them to death?! "
"For the people of Cecil who have just lost their families to the Mutants, seeing the corpses of the monsters is the fastest way to boost their confidence and morale. Although it may be a little mentally stimulating, the effect is the best."
Gwen said as he chopped off a new head. Then he ignored the other two monsters who fell a little further away. Instead, he carried the head in one hand and the sword in the other and walked to the corner where he was hiding. The two serfs who led him here were still hiding in the corner as ordered.
In fact, they did not even dare to poke their heads out of their hiding place to see what was going on outside. They only heard a brief but intense battle. Even though it sounded like their lord had won, the two of them did not have the courage to come out and see the result.
It wasn't until Gawain appeared with a huge blood-red skull that they came back to their senses. Seeing that hideous skull, the two of them gasped in unison. "God!" "Oh my god!"
"God won't help you kill these monsters," Gwen said casually. "All the Mutants are dead. Let's go back to the camp first."
He deliberately showed that he was relaxed and added, "But then again, these things are still as weak as they were seven hundred years ago. I can kill them with just a swing of my sword. How can these things threaten the safety of the camp?"
The two serfs looked at each other in shock. Then one of them reacted and nodded. "Yes, yes! My Lord, you're so powerful! These monsters are nothing in front of you! They're nothing! "
Another serf muttered in a daze, "But I heard Miss Amber calling for help just now …"
"Ahem!" Gwen coughed twice to interrupt the serf. He glanced at Amber without batting an eyelid. "That was her Battle Cry!"
Amber also reacted and said with a serious face, "Yes, that was my Battle Cry! Other than that, whatever you heard, you heard wrong! "
"Do you understand? These monsters are not as strong as you think. "Gwen looked at the two serfs in front of him." Keep this in mind and go back to the camp. "
The two serfs nodded. At this time, as long as they could get back to the camp quickly, everything would be fine. Besides, they had clearly seen that the monster's head was chopped off by their lord!
Taking the two heads of the aberrations with them, Gawain's group quickly returned from the mountain and returned to the camp.
When they approached the camp, Gawain deliberately handed the two skulls to two serfs and had them strut in front of them while holding the two skulls.
At first, the two serfs were almost scared out of their wits. They only took the skulls under the command of their lord, trembling with fear. But soon they realized that the skulls were already dead, and a dead thing that was constantly dissipating. They finally plucked up their courage, and after that, the hatred for the monsters that destroyed their former home finally spread from the bottom of their hearts.
They held the skulls high and walked in front like soldiers holding flags. They deliberately showed the spoils of war to the trembling people in the camp. Although they were not the ones who destroyed the monsters, they seemed to share the glory in the process.
The atmosphere of panic and tension was still entrenched in the camp, but Gwen could imagine that after the two skulls were brought back, the panic and tension in the camp may still be there, but there would be more stability in the camp.
For this world full of monsters and beasts, and also a world where there was a magic wave, what people feared the most was not the monsters, but the inability to resist when the monsters attacked. As long as they saw a glimmer of hope to defeat the monsters, they would be able to muster up some courage.
Even if this courage only prevented them from fleeing the camp on the same day, it was enough.
Amber was smart enough to understand Gwen's meaning. After entering the camp, the first thing she did was to follow the two serfs and look for people to brag about how easy it was to defeat the monsters, especially how she played a pivotal role in the process. Anyway, she did not mention anything about shouting for help.
But for Gwen, who had returned to the camp, the things to do had just begun.
He called Heidi over and asked, "Heidi, do you know the auxiliary spell of magic power concealment?"
"Yes, and I'm very familiar with it," Heti replied confidently. "Because I can't break through the intermediate level, so I've learned all the spells below the intermediate level."
Except for aiming, huh …
"Very good." Gwen suppressed his desire to complain. "Come with me to the mountain again, I need your spells."
"Haven't the monsters been destroyed?" Heti was a little puzzled. "When I saw the spoils you brought back, I thought the alarm was lifted …"
"That's just a temporary reassurance." Gwen shook his head. "Those mutants wandered out of the Gondor wasteland, all the way through the southern belt plains and the entire mountain range to reach here. I suspect that there's something wrong with the Great Wall, and I suspect that there are more than just a few mutants wandering out."
Heti did not ask any more questions. She went back to arrange her affairs while she was away. She then took her wand, changed into a short robe that was convenient for wilderness operations, and was ready to go.
Gwen found Amber, who was doing a tour of the camp bragging. He dragged the half-elf, who was trying to avoid work by saying that she was "helping with the publicity". The three of them went into the mountain again and soon returned to the place where they had fought the monsters.
The huge bloody skeletons were still lying quietly on the mountain path, in a state of disintegration.
Amber frowned as she looked at the ugly remains. "How did you know there were more monsters? Did you see them? "
"You don't know about the mutants," Gwen said. "Do you know that the more the mutants there are, the more tenacious they are, and the fewer they are, the more fragile they are. They will even self-destruct when there are too few of them, right?"
Let alone Amber, even Heti did not know this. "Self-destruct when there are too few of them? What's going on? "
"The Aberrations and the Demonic Tide complement each other. They may even be two manifestations of the same phenomenon," Gawain explained. "There's a threshold for the number of Aberrations. After this threshold, the more Aberrations there are, the stronger the Demonic Tide pollution will be. The stronger the pollution is, the more Aberrations there will be. The ubiquitous magic in nature is the soil for this process to continue to develop. Therefore, as long as a group of Aberrations is gathered together, they can form a new Demonic Tide pollution point and expand rapidly. But on the other hand, if the threshold is lower than that, the Demonic Tide pollution produced by the Aberrations will not only fail to proliferate but also fail to sustain themselves. They will continue to weaken and gradually disintegrate in the World of Order. This process is very fast. The Aberrations that are separated from the group will self-destruct within three days."
Amber glanced at the wreckage on the ground. "I remember you said that Mutants will wander blindly or stay where they are if they don't sense their target. Under these circumstances, their movement speed will be very, very slow …"
"That's right. If there were only four monsters, they wouldn't have wandered all the way from the Gondor wasteland to this place. With their speed, they should have disappeared halfway." Gawain did not hide his concern. "So these four monsters were separated from a large group. Perhaps they got lost, or perhaps the group was too scattered. But there must be a large group."
Heidi could not help but hold her staff a little nervously.
Gawain, on the other hand, focused on observing the mountain path where the monsters had wandered.
The Aberrations were the product of the Dark Tide. Their chaotic magic power was as pungent and eye-catching as rotten mud in this world. Although the chaotic magic power dissipated quickly, these monsters had only appeared not long ago, so there was a high possibility that the traces of magic power were still there.
Sure enough, after concentrating and seriously distinguishing, he sensed a slight disharmony in one of the directions of the mountain path.
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