Wayne and his team had found the missing elder, Andaherr, but there seemed to be something wrong with her. She looked dull and slow, and she did not respond to anything around her. Hasse tried to talk to her, but she only uttered a few meaningless syllables and continued to stand there motionless.
Hasse checked Andaherr's condition with various detection spells while he asked Teuton, "Where did you find her?"
"Under the tower. When we found her, she was wandering in the open space next to the tower. She was already like this at that time."
Hasse waved his hand in front of Andaherr's eyes, but the latter remained expressionless. After a while, she suddenly walked away. Under everyone's curious eyes, she came to the remains of the banquet and rummaged through a pile of rotten food.
Hao Ren was stunned for a moment before he realized that she was' foraging 'instinctively.
Hasse immediately went up to Andaherr and gave her the dry food he had brought with him. Andaherr still did not respond to Hasse, but she instinctively took the food and skillfully opened the packaging and gobbled it up.
Hasse handed her a bottle of water, and Andaherr also took it. She even knew how to open the bottle lid.
"She still has the instinct to take care of herself, but she seems to have lost the ability to communicate with people and most of her sensory abilities," Vivian said. "It seems that she has been like this for the past month."
"What's going on?" Y 'zaks was surprised. "Could it be that the Shade of Chaos not only makes people crazy, but also makes them stupid?"
Lily wagged her tail and began to make creative guesses. "She is also an ancient. Could she have dementia like Battie?"
Vivian immediately glared at her. "Don't drag me into this! I am forgetful, not stupid! "
Just as Lily and Vivian were about to burst into flames again, Hasse suddenly found something in the detection spell he had cast on Andaherr. "Wait a minute, it's not the influence of the Shade of Chaos. It's a mind-binding spell, but the caster casts it on herself."
Hao Ren was stunned. Looking at Andaherr's dull face, he asked, "Mind Shackles?"
Vivian coughed dryly and said, "It's the Mental Retardation Spell."
Mental Retardation — it sounded like a funny name, but in fact, it was a very common spell. Demon hunters, some human wizards, and the otherworldlings known as the Night Demons all knew this spell. This kind of magic worked on the minds of intelligent creatures, disrupting their senses and weakening their thinking abilities. Powerful spellcasters could even make people lose their ability to think completely. The effect of this kind of magic varied greatly according to the level of the spellcaster's ability. At the same time, it would also be affected by the subject's consciousness of resistance. So it was actually an unreliable spell because the person under the spell might suddenly think of his or her husband or someone else's wife, and then get rid of the spell.
But if the spellcaster used this kind of magic on herself, the duration of the spell was almost infinite because she had suppressed her consciousness of resistance through self-suggestion from the beginning.
Andaherr was affected by the Mental Retardation Spell, and the spellcaster was herself.
"Why did she do it to herself?" Y 'lisabet scratched her horn with a strange look on her face. "Will the Shade of Chaos beat herself up if she can't find the enemy?"
"No, she should be trying to prevent herself from hurting others!" Hao Ren was startled. "Will the Shade of Chaos affect the unconscious target?"
"I don't think so," Hasse said. "The main way for the Shade of Chaos to go berserk is to release the anger and hostility in the adult's heart. But if a person has lost the ability to think, he will certainly not be affected."
"Can an outsider lift the Mind Shackle?" Y 'zaks asked.
Hasse frowned. "It's difficult. The most special thing about the Mind Shackle is that its power is not only limited by the level of the spellcaster but also by the consciousness of resistance of the target. It is purely spiritual and willpower. There was once a weak beggar who resisted the magic of a master demon hunter. There was also a warrior who killed countless people on the battlefield but was hit by an apprentice-level Mental Retardation Spell and became a fool for the rest of his life. Andaherr cast the spell on herself. Her consciousness of resistance was zero, and her spellcasting ability was the strongest. I'm afraid there's no way to lift it from the outside. "
Hasse explained the function and principle of the Mind Shackle spell in detail to illustrate the difficulty of lifting it. But Y 'zaks still heard a glimmer of hope. "That is to say, the subject can still have a consciousness of resistance, but this part of the consciousness is blocked? As long as you can wake her up on her own initiative, she can still wake up? "
"In theory, yes," Hasse said, giving Y 'zaks a puzzled look. "But what are you going to do? Her soul is sealed in the depths of her mind, and she can't hear the outside world. "
Y 'zaks's eyes slowly lit up with the green evil fire unique to demons. He laughed gruffly. "If you don't mind, I'm a demon, and I'm best at talking directly to the soul of others."
"Extracting the soul?" Hasse and Teuton exclaimed at the same time when they understood what Y 'zaks meant. Teuton objected subconsciously. "No. It's already unprecedented to cooperate with the otherworldlings. Letting a demon touch the soul of an elder is crossing the line."
"I won't extract the soul," Y 'zaks said slowly. "I'll just go into her spiritual world and talk to her. I can guarantee the safety of the demon hunter lady, and I will never do anything to her soul. "
Y 'zaks was indeed sincere, but the key was that his face and his race were too hateful. The suggestion that came out of his mouth was scary no matter how one listened to it. Hasse and Teuton's faces turned green, and neither of them dared to nod.
This was also due to the reputation of the demon race in various worlds. Although there were all kinds of demons in many worlds, demons from different worlds had similar personalities and behaviors. They were all good at manipulating people's souls, and they especially liked to use this talent in evil ways. There was never a demon who would put away a person's soul after touching it, not to mention using a summoning ritual to talk to people. Y 'zaks was a demon who loved life, read People's Daily, and carried old grannies across the road every day. He was lucky that Hao Ren took him in. Otherwise, he would have been sent to the research institute by now.
Seeing Hasse's attitude, Vivian finally became a little impatient. "Then think of a solution."
Hasse opened his mouth and said, "I'm thinking."
"Do you think we can waste time now?" Vivian said aggressively. "I'll give you 30 seconds. Hao Ren, start counting. "
Hasse did not know whether to laugh or cry. "You're too …"
"Twenty-five seconds."
At this time, White Flame suddenly interrupted. "Mentor, I think we can give it a try."
Hasse was stunned. "Huh?"
"Didn't you say that power is just a tool, and tools are not good or evil? Good or evil depends on the situation," White Flame said seriously. "If the situation calls for it, the demon hunters can also use poison and sneak attacks. If it's to save people, there should be no difference if the demon uses the psychic power to heal people, right?"
Hasse was speechless. Vivian patted White Flame on the shoulder with satisfaction. "Little girl, you have a bright future. You're much more flexible than your mentor."
Hasse did not expect to be outmaneuvered by his disciple at this critical moment. But thinking that this was indeed what he had taught her, and what White Flame said made sense, he could only nod. "Let's give it a try. But if anything goes wrong, we must stop immediately."
Some demon hunters immediately expressed their doubts, but Hasse just shook his head. "No matter what, we must find a way to help Elder Andaherr recover."
As he said, he looked at Vivian, indicating that the real decision maker was the living ancestor. Suddenly, the demon hunters at the scene did not object. No one wanted to fight with Vivian because they were afraid that Vivian would beat them up and yell, "When I beat up your father, your grandfather, and your great-grandfather, they didn't say a word!"
Of course, the more important reason was that everyone's hostile instinct had inexplicably disappeared. In this case, the demon hunters began to think in a more rational way. In the past, when they were controlled by the hostile instinct, they would have a completely different attitude.
After no one objected, Y 'zaks immediately began to perform the soul ritual on Andaherr.
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