Chapter 58 He believed it! He believed it!
In the Chamber of Commerce Inn, a ray of sunset shines into the attic window sill.
The Snow Owl stood on the bird stand, with magic flowing through his body, closing his eyes and meditating... After being promoted to the second level, the Snow Owl mastered a spell called "Moon Flower".
This spell can lower a beam of moonlight, see through the illusions of multiple units in the beam, and cause burning through moonfire.
Yeats feels that this spell is quite effective. It is more convenient to use in identifying mist believers than the skin-peeling skills taught by Drilling Tooth!
On the other side.
Hilud spread out a roll of parchment on the table. On it was her hand-drawn topographic map of Winter Lake City. She pointed at the corner of the map and proposed a battle plan:
"It can basically be concluded that the summons The shadow beast's magic circle is located in the underground warehouse of Eric's mansion. We need to find a way to sneak in and destroy it."
After Yeats's invitation, Herod decisively agreed to join this time. action, and make the same judgment as Yeats about the hiding place of the magic circle.
Considering that the shadow beasts would cause chaos in the city, Hillud decided to let the remaining members of the Ironsworn Guard stay at the inn, while she formed a vanguard team with Yeats, Gray, and the Talking Squirrel.
"Eric is a three-ring mage certified by the Mages Guild, and he has been contaminated by forbidden knowledge. His strength should not be underestimated." Yeats said cautiously: "I don't think we can break in directly like we did last time when we sneaked into the Dark Night Sect's base. Went..."
Yeats still had fresh memories of the arrest of the Night Bishop. When he heard the word 'infiltrate', he couldn't help but think of Valkyrie's bold and bold tactics.
The red-haired girl nodded and said:
"Eric is guarded by shadow beasts, and our goal is only to destroy the magic circle, so we have to find a way to lure the snake out of the hole."
Duan Ya crossed his arms and said proudly: "Leave this matter to me, the safekeeping will be easy."
Yeats stretched out his fingers, rubbed the little squirrel's head, and said:
"You are so powerful, why don't you just go in and execute Eric justly?"
Diamond rolled his eyes at Yeats, expressing his great dissatisfaction with Yeats's action of rubbing his head. He stretched out his little paw to push away Yeats's fingers and said in an old-fashioned way:
"You have to remember, the plan is to use the moonlight. The power of the goddess destroys the magic circle. Until everything is safe, we must hide in the dark and avoid taking action head on!"
Yeats said secretly.
It's too insidious and doesn't fit in with my sunny and cheerful personality at all.
Can't you find a way to poison Eric?
“So, how do you plan to get Eric to leave his mansion?” Hillud asked calmly.
“Of course I use illusion.”
Duan Ya raised his head and said: “If you want the believers of the Night Goddess to believe, you can’t use mist illusion, you have to use shadow illusion!”
Shadow illusion aims to use real shadow energy to create semi-real things. This illusion requires communication with the "Land of Shadows". It is the part of the illusion power that the Shadow Prince took away from the Mist Goddess.
Yeats was slightly startled.
You wouldn’t have gone through a fight between the Prince of Shadows and the Goddess of Mist back then, right?
"Shadow Illusion...Mist Illusion...What are these?" Gray was confused.
“For example, I am now using the mist illusion to turn into a troll. All the pictures you see are the result of affecting the mind and five senses.”
As he spoke, Zuoyang jumped to the ground, his body slowly grew in size, and turned into the same appearance as the troll Ogg, and then he said roughly to the Snow Owl on the side:
"Come on, use magic on me. 'The Flower of the Moon'!"
The snowy owl glanced sideways, indifferent.
Diamond clenched his fist in troll form and coughed heavily, then glanced at Yeats.
Yeats understood and asked the snow owl to release a spell. A beam of moonlight fell, and the troll illusion was dissolved and returned to the appearance of a little squirrel.
"But if it's a shadow illusion, even the Flower of the Moon can't break it..."
Drilling Tooth was about to show it, but suddenly frowned, sniffed the scent, and said strangely: "Eh? Is there a smell of fog in the city?"
Yeats thought of the last words left by the fog believer he met yesterday, rubbed his chin and said:
"Sure enough, there are fog believers who sneaked into the eclipse. Night..."
Diamond nimbly jumped onto Yeats's shoulder, overlooking the street scene outside the window, turning his dark eyes in a circle, and quickly ran outside the house.
"I'm going outside, Yeats, wait until I come back!"
"What are you going to do?" Yeats said.
Drill: "Have some fun!"
Yeats: "..."
The enemy is at hand, let's play music and dance!
……
Winter Lake City, Handicraft District.
Dyeing workshops and shops at dusk, vendors who have finished their work for the day move their barrels back into their houses and seal the doors in compliance with the curfew policy.
On the stone road, a tall troll was carrying a wild boar, with a satisfied smile, and his figure was elongated by the afterglow.
Back in front of the stone house, the troll shouted: "Mother, I am back!"
There was no movement.
The troll looked confused and pushed open the door, only to see a mess in the house and blood on the ground.
“…”
As if thinking of something terrible, Ogg suddenly threw the wild boar aside, with anxiety in his voice, and shouted:
"Mother! Rand!" There was movement from behind the wooden screen.
Ogg suddenly pushed open the screen, and his pupils suddenly shrank to a point.
There was an old woman curled up on the ground, her face was bloodless, she was holding a sobbing little boy in her arms, and blood was trickling out of her back.
Ogg's voice trembled: "Mother."
"Ogg." Rand raised his hazy tearful eyes, his face covered with blood, "You are back..."
The same greeting every day sounded so heart-wrenching at the moment. Ogg gritted his teeth tightly and made a trembling voice from his throat:
"What on earth... happened?"
"When I came back, I saw my grandmother lying on the ground." The little boy wiped his face and sobbed, "It must be... it must be because someone hates you, so he came to take revenge on his grandmother..."< br>
“Yes, it’s all because of you!”
The little boy seemed to have found an outlet and shouted violently: “It’s all because of you that this family has become like this, and my grandmother will It’s all because of you.”
"You troll, get out of here!"
He grabbed the wooden cup on the ground and threw it at the troll's broad chest. It was obviously just an insignificant object, but it hit Ogg and almost broke his heart.
"You are a troll, you will be a troll all your life, you can't stay with humans!"
The little boy shouted with tears in his eyes: "You are no longer Og Come on, get out of here!"
"I...I'm not Ogg?"
Ogg was stunned for a long time, then slowly raised his face, pulling the muscles on his ugly face, and finally squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than crying.
"Then who am I?"
"You are the murderer who killed my grandmother, a murderer!"
Plop!
Oger knelt on the ground and stretched out his hands to the little boy, as if to beg his forgiveness, but he only received strange and hostile looks.
He looked at the old woman on the cold ground again. Her pale face still had the warmth of her life. Ogg stretched out his trembling fingers and wanted to touch her cheek, but was pushed hard by the little boy.
Ogg knelt on the ground and lowered his cheeks. The muscles on the troll's face kept twitching, and big teardrops rolled down his face. He opened his mouth wide, trying to laugh like he always did. The sound came out, but it only came out as an ugly roar like a wild beast.
"I killed my mother? I am... a murderer..."
The little boy looked at the troll who was crying and laughing, almost crazy, with a strange smile flashing in his eyes. Guang said secretly:
He believed it, haha, he believed it!
On the other side, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of Troll Ogg, and he thought:
“Haha, he believed it!”
“Ahh——”
Troll Moog cried, suddenly slapped his hand, the wind howled, and slapped "Rand" into the wall with one palm.
Boom!
Dust and smoke were flying, "Rand" climbed up from a pile of rubble and bricks, vomiting blood at the mouth, and said in disbelief:
"Og, what are you doing?!"
"Open your eyes wide. Keep your eyes open to see who this king is!”
The troll laughed with arms akimbo, and the illusion gradually lifted, revealing a small animal with arms akimbo.
‘Mistweaver’ Ailal’s eyes widened.
A squirrel?
No, this must be an illusion!
Elal's face slowly turned red, and his orifices were filled with smoke.
I, the dignified Bishop of Mist, fell into someone else’s illusion!
Damn it, how unreasonable!
Airal suddenly dispelled the illusion, flapped his cloak, and quickly escaped from the scene with the mist.
The little squirrel looked at the direction in which he was escaping, thought about it, and used the communication technique to communicate with Yeats.
"Your troll friend and his two family members have come to the inn, right?"
Yeats's voice then sounded.
“They are all here. Are there believers in the mist who want to take action against him?”
Now it was Zuan Ya's turn to be surprised: "You reacted very quickly. The mist believer went to your side, and I will be there soon."
"Then you have to be faster." Yeats said calmly, " Because I am very good at dealing with mist believers."
Dou Teeth was startled.
But this is a four-ring illusionist. Can you deceive me?
(End of this chapter)