Crimson Servant

John looked into Vivian's eyes and said nothing until the passion in her eyes cooled and solidified into self-conscious embarrassment.

"You're tired, Vivian, go and rest." John slowed down his speaking pace and whispered in the gentlest voice he could imitate.

"Yeah." Vivian Odiz retracted into her bedroll and turned her back to John, who was guarding the campfire. Her back curled up as hard as she could, as if she felt cold.

John looked in that direction, and the place where the two myconids originally relied on each other had lost their traces. They probably left when John and Vivian looked at each other, and they left quietly, like a dream.

John reconsidered his cold treatment of Vivian's whim and believed that his actions were not inappropriate.

From a rational analysis, John does have the ability to use mind-stealing magic to link the minds of himself and the female ranger. As long as both parties do not resist, John can achieve deep spiritual fusion to achieve an effect similar to that of mycoid. It can be done. But why would John risk his confusion to contact Vivian's inner world? His spell is two-way. When he touches Vivian's heart, it also means that John's spiritual world is partially open to Vivian. The minds of Veltis warlocks hold many secrets, arcane knowledge that no one else should know, and corruption. It was impossible for John to harm Vivian just to satisfy her temporary interest.

From a perceptual level, John Camp can feel Vivian Odiz's affection for him. But John's love for Mariana was even stronger. As a well-educated boy, John Camp had his own mental mysophobia. Human cognition gives various meanings to actions. In John's view, establishing a spiritual connection with Vivian is harmful to the friendship between both parties.

Thinking that the tacit understanding of cooperation that he and Vivian had finally found might be gone after tonight, John couldn't help but feel a headache.

Time slipped by quietly, and soon it was time for Barnes' vigil.

John walked up to the captain and called his name softly.

Barnes's purring was still loud.

John pushed his shoulders and used some force.

After being shaken, Barnes uttered a few words in his sleep and then wrapped his body tighter.

John kicked him.

"Hey!" Barnes rolled around and climbed up, rubbing his buttocks. He wanted to say a few more words, but John's gloomy gaze made him give up his original idea.

"You forgot the night watch time." John dropped these words, walked back to his bed, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes tightly, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Barnes, who still hadn't recovered, yawned and muttered to himself depressedly.

"When did I provoke him again?"

The next day, John and others left the mushroom forest under the auspices of the mushroom king Stoffals.

They brought the potion given by the myconids, and declined Stoffals' suggestion to give some military assistance to several great adventurer friends. Warlocks do not count on the myconids' combat effectiveness. If they have to take care of weak allies while fighting, the team's combat effectiveness will be weakened.

They found Arlington outside the mushroom forest. After a night's rest, the hell guard who had been weakened by Barnes's strength had regained most of his strength.

After meeting several people, the devil, who wanted to vent violence at this moment, tried to persuade the Daystar team to turn around and attack the myconid camp. Arlington kept complaining about his disappointment at not destroying the myconid camp. He showed off his claws and flames, and made his fantasies of tearing fungus apart public, but no one listened to him.

According to the clues provided by the Myconid King Stoffals, the Morning Star team moved towards the forbidden land.

The closer you get to the center of the island, the fog covering the entire island becomes much thinner, as if it is just a barrier to isolate the island from the world.

Vivian, who was investigating, was still as curious and lively as ever, as if the exchange between the two last night had never happened. John couldn't quite understand what this woman was thinking, but he was happy to see the stable team atmosphere.

They saw their target on a raised hill.

A corrupted myconid, a humanoid creature that was not much different from a myconid, stood on a protruding stone, standing there stiffly, like a worn-out sculpture.

Several extra deformed and twisted limbs sprouted from the body of the Corruption Mycoid, and the synapses at the ends spread countless spores toward the sky. Surrounding it were several intact corpses, the corpses of mind flayers. These strange dead objects with cracked shapes that look like they were spliced ​​together by fungi are zombies controlled by myconids.

Fungal zombies basically retain their physical abilities during life under the influence of the activation of spores, but because they are dead objects, the mind flayer's psychic abilities have not been reproduced. The painless fungus zombies usually only attack in melee, and the worst part is, there are so many of them.

There are more than three fungus zombies surrounding each Corruption Myconoid, like guards united around the owner.

John and the others exchanged glances, each opened the myconid's spore-inhibiting potion bottle, raised his head and poured all the potion in.

John knew that the myconids could release a pain-sensing spore. This spore, which could transmit pain between different individuals of the myconids, was undoubtedly the most excellent alarm device.

As long as one attacks a Corrupt Myconid, a large group of Corrupt Myconids will be attracted, followed by more zombies. If John hadn't known that the number of mind flayers and slaves brought by the shell ship was limited, they would never have tried this. A task with no end in sight.

Raven picked up the Sword of Thorns and rushed towards the high ground occupied by the Corrupted Myconoid. He took a few steps, jumped up high, and cut off the body of the Corrupted Myconoid before the zombies' stiff movements could complete the encirclement.

It was broken into two parts, and the remaining limbs were still bouncing on the ground, making a shrill scream, and more yellow-green spores with a foul smell were ejected from the fracture.

The fungus zombie that lost its control began to become stiff, its body froze in place, and the corners began to powder and fall off, and finally turned into a large piece of earthy yellow dust.

Raven paid no attention to this.

The rocks under his feet vibrated. Raven placed his two-handed swords diagonally in front of his chest and stared at the direction of the source of the vibration.

Ten, twenty, thirty...

A steady stream of fungal zombies rushed out from the shadows of the hills. Among them were not only the mind flayers, but also some small animals, forming a huge tide of corpses. It seemed that the guard work of the corrupted mycoid was waiting for the arrival of the mind flayers. It has been going on for a long time before.

The corrupted myconids follow the zombie tide and direct the zombies to fight from a relatively safe distance. This is an effective tactic for the myconids.

And this is exactly what John and others want to see.

Hellfire rain fell from the sky, and the flying figure rushed straight to the Corruption Mycoid in the rear.

Arlington's burly figure separated the myconids from the zombies, and Vivian and John jumped off the devil's body.

The warlock took off his hood, the cloth slipped from his horns, and his scarlet vertical pupils released the cold light of a cold-blooded animal.

The red dragon bloodborn opened his fangs.

John Kemp breathed fire dragon breath.