Night Raven Master

Chapter 258 Misty Mountains
"what!!!"

The man let out a strange cry and rushed towards a mercenary.

"Damn!"

The mercenary's face tightened, and he hurriedly raised his long sword to block.

Bang! ! !
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the mercenary felt a tremor in his arm, and the man who swung his weapon at him scattered into a cloud of gray-white smoke and dissipated in the air.

Seeing such a scene, the mercenary quickened his pace and walked directly towards the direction of his memory companion.

In the Misty Mountains, the pervasive, illusory and real gray-white spiritual fog all year round forms one piece after another of abnormal terrain.

It was originally a place where mountains and rocks were piled up, but the fog of the mind has created a forest.

As the breeze blows, the dark green leaves reflect the sunlight, reflecting a beautiful color.

However, the place that was originally a forest turned into a swamp under the influence of the fog of the mind.

The area full of mud and swamps looks like a flat land with sparse grass.

The figures of the gray moon and the red moon have not completely fallen from the edge of the sky, and the sun hanging high above the sky has sprinkled sunlight.

The sunlight pierced through the dense fog, but the fog of the mind showed no sign of being dispelled at all. On the contrary, because of the light, the illusion created by the fog of the mind was even more difficult to distinguish.

"How to do?"

On the edge of a large swamp, two mercenaries walked out from the green sea of ​​trees next to them, looking at the gradually changing terrain with ugly faces.

Obviously, not long ago, this area looked like a forest, but when the sun shines, it turns into a swamp.

They set off last night and arrived at the Misty Mountains cautiously along the way, but they barely managed to travel about two kilometers.

The fog here is too weird, he walked to the same place as he walked, almost fell to his death several times, and almost attacked his companions as monsters.

Even if the companion has the ability to recognize the mark, it is almost covered by the fog of the mind.

All sorts of weird things come out of the fog here, not just terrain.

From human beings to monsters, from big to small, from old to young, there are monsters in memory and monsters that don't, all of them have appeared along the way.

Some will jump directly at people when they see them, while others will talk to them.

I don't know when these things will appear, as long as they attack, they will disappear, but they are endless.

But it has to be guarded, because there are some real monsters mixed in these hallucinations.

"Let's collect the flowers of depression as soon as possible and leave. This place is too dangerous."

There is nothing precious on the Misty Mountains. The most precious thing is only the first-level material of the apocalypse, the flower of melancholy.

And it was unusually rare. The two looked at the swamp not far away.

The position where the two stood was the edge of the forest and the swamp. The switch between the forest and the swamp was quite abrupt, so the two felt strange.

A continuous lawn stretches to the distance, without trees, it looks bare, and from time to time there will be a piece of mud without lawn, which is why it can be seen as a swamp.

But the swamp was constantly changing, and soon, the woods behind them also changed, turning into a swamp within ten seconds.

In the distance, the mist obscured the scenery, and there was a cloud-like gray-white mist everywhere, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Apart from the faint sound of the wind, there was no other sound in the air, neither the chirping of insects nor the roar of beasts, it was extremely quiet and dead.

Two mercenaries took out the map:

"This should be the location of the Flower of Melancholy."

Swiping his index finger across the map, he stopped at the southern mountainside of the Misty Mountains.

"As long as you keep walking in this direction, you will arrive there in about two hours."

Another mercenary came over and looked at the map: "Then hurry up and leave the Misty Mountains as soon as possible, this place is too dangerous."

"Yeah." After putting away the map, the two continued on their way.

At this moment, a figure in a gray-white cloak slowly walked out of the empty air behind them.

Lifting the white hood, a light gray bird head was revealed. Long feathers fell from the head, forming a feeling similar to long hair. It, or she, touched a feather-shaped pattern with a totem next to its ear. earring:

"Elder, some mercenaries have entered the Misty Mountains."

"How many people?" The earrings lighted up slightly, and an old voice was directly transmitted to her heart.

"There are only two, one high position and one middle position." The crow man also replied in the form of the voice of the soul, "Need to tell Art. Do I need to tell Mr. Mistcrow to deal with it?"

"No, do you need to report this kind of trivial matter to Lord Wuya?" The elder's voice was full of dissatisfaction, "I will report to Lord Wuya after it is dealt with."

"Yes."

The crow-woman nodded, and the light on the earrings faded away.

The next moment, a gray light flashed in her eyes, and the gray mist wrapped around her body, turning her into a beautiful human female.

With a fair and beautiful face, silver-white eyes and long blood-colored shawl hair, a silver-white bow and arrow appeared in her hand.

"To prevent humans from thinking that the arakkoa are too dangerous to clean up, nor to make humans too rampant"

Meditating on the teachings of the arakkoa group, the arakkoa walked towards the two mercenaries.

a day ago.

Deep in the Misty Mountains.

In front of the extremely foggy cliff, beside a gray-white crow statue surrounded by many huge totem poles.

"Ok?"

Art, who was wearing a Basstona-style tuxedo, turned his head and glanced.

To be honest, after the number of crow servants increased, Arter could hear more and more voices, and it became more and more noisy.

How should I put it, the voices of nearly two thousand crows will be transmitted to him in real time.

His spirit is very strong, but it is still a bit laborious to deal with the voices of nearly two thousand crows at the same time.

With his current mental strength, one personality can handle up to four hundred voices at the same time.

So, he enlisted the mind of a hydratoid-turned-crow servant as a long-term secondary brain.

Apocalypse-level polycephalic sparrows have four heads, and their thoughts are separated. The effect of quadruple thinking is very useful on them.

Now, the hydra is on his body, in the crow's nest created by [Hide Crow].

[Hidden crow lv2: Create a feather-shaped crow's nest with a capacity of 100, which can only accommodate crow's servants. After entering, the crow's servant will fall into a deep sleep, and the sleeping crow will leave the crow's nest , all attributes +7% within 7 seconds.

——— "The Crow's Nest"]

Art's eyes swept to the slanted cloak on his left shoulder, which was inlaid with patches of jet-black feathers.

Among the seemingly ordinary feathers, there is a huge nest-like space folded, and many crow servants, including many crow servants transformed from many-headed sparrows, are curling up in it.

This spell is used to carry some crow servants.

The bird monsters and crows in this world far exceed the original game of "Extraordinary Medieval - Rise of the Mage".

In the game, there are not so many types of birds and crow monsters, and the crow mage is not as powerful as it is now.

At this moment, a voice came from beside him:
"My lord, according to your order, we are ready."

An old, gray-haired arakkoa stood beside him respectfully.

Apocalypse-level strength.

Behind him, the four old Misty Crowmen who were also at the first level of Apocalypse bowed slightly in a respectful gesture.

"Then let's get started."

"Yes."

Hearing Yate's words, the five elders of the arakkoa nodded at the same time, and then they let out a low cry, making a sound similar to that of a crow——

After a short period of guidance, strange patterns lit up on their bodies, and the blood power gradually condensed into substance, forming pieces of flesh and blood.

Constantly entangled, twisted, and deformed, it spread like a living thing, forming various tissues, forming new muscles, bones, internal organs, and feathers.

Ten seconds later, there were five huge off-white crows that were more than three meters high and nearly four meters high.

The erratic, smoky gray-white feathers continuously radiated outward, and the gray-white mental fog became thicker, enveloping the five giant fog crows.

After the transformation, they surrounded the gray-white statue in front of Yate.

Four of them were standing in front of the four totem poles, and the last one was standing directly in front of the fog crow.

Afterwards, they started using totem spells, and the surrounding fog began to gather towards the gray-white statue in the center of the totem.

Yate stood where he was, his gray gloves stretched slightly, and the surrounding shadows moved accordingly, and the silhouettes of crows emerged from the shadows.

He squinted and looked at the gray and white statue in the center of the totem pole.

Totem spirit.

Totem spirit of the Mist Arakkoa.

According to the information previously known from Gore and other captured arakkoa—the Misty Mountain Range, the totem spirit of the Mist Arakkoa, the level fluctuates between the second level of the apocalypse and the third level of the apocalypse, as the group of the misty arakkoa grows Changes in strength and weakness.

Totem Spirit, one of the alien gods defeated by the Christianity in the theocracy war, has uneven strength.

The totem spirit of the Mist Crowman had a strength close to the fifth level of the apocalypse at its peak.

Art glanced at the skill bar.

[Passive Crow Affinity lv13]

In theory, he can capture lv26 bird monsters and manipulate them.

According to the known levels, lv25 is the fourth level of Apocalypse.
The totem spirit of the Misty Crowman's strength fluctuates from the second level of the apocalypse to the third level of the apocalypse.

In theory, it should be able to capture.

But it needs to be tried.

Art's gaze flicked to the surrounding shadows.

When commanding the elders of the misty crows to summon the totem spirit, most of the shadow crows had already gathered.

If you can't catch it, the result will be worse.

Do some precautions first.

A gray light flashed across Arthur's eyes.

At this moment, a gray light flashed in the eyes of the gathered shadow crows.

Quadruple thinking!

Thinking Aggregation Network!

(End of this chapter)