sorcerer immortal

"Let's go."

After doing this, Adier casually glanced around, saw that there was nothing around, and then said to Yana: "Sol should be in trouble soon."

"Will it matter?"

As it was about her husband, Yana's expression immediately became tense, and she looked at Adil nervously and asked.

"There won't be a major problem for the time being, but if it's delayed for a long time, it won't be certain."

Looking at Yana beside him, Adil said casually.

If his guess is correct, most of the people in this village should have been silently eroded by the curse. It is only because of the combined effect of the enchantment and the curse that these people still think that they are still alive, even Continue to live according to the habits and thinking in front of you.

But now, the world stone fragments used to maintain the barrier have been put away by Adier, and the suppressing effect of the barrier is about to disappear. Those who died originally will probably show their true colors by now.

This is equivalent to being in a haunted den. Sol is alone among the cursed undead, and the next fate can be imagined.

"You stay here."

Looking at Yana, who was holding the child beside her, with a pale face, Adier said casually, "This is the place with the strongest barrier power, and it will be safe for at least a day or two. Those curses dare not come to you."

"Stay here, and I'll come pick you up after I've settled those things."

After saying this, his figure moved, disappeared in place, and left here quickly.

Far away, on the other side.

The bonfire in the village is still burning, and one of them is dancing and celebrating wildly.

Sol was in it, together with Syl and other clansmen who were still familiar in the past, he seemed to have let go of his previous uneasiness, and was infected by the enthusiastic emotions around him, so he had a great time playing there.

It's just that as time passed, everything around me began to change slowly.

Familiar faces began to change, from vivid to stiff, and finally pale.

In the beginning, Sol wasn't online yet, but after a while, he started to notice something was wrong.

After all, he is not an ordinary person. Since the disaster a few years ago, he has traveled from the desert to the south alone. During the years of wandering, he not only has to deal with the pursuit of the curse, but also faces various dangerous situations. He has long been vigilant. instinct.

Not only him, but even other people began to feel abnormal, and a deep sense of uneasiness arose in their hearts.

"Not right."

Standing on a high platform, looking at a tall and familiar figure in front of him, Sol frowned and said, the uneasiness that had been suppressed before resurfaced in his heart.

In front of him, a tall and strong, but pale middle-aged man was still standing there like a corpse, with a conspicuous scar on his face, standing in front of a wooden table, He was gulping down wine.

This person was Syl who had brought Sol here before, but his appearance had changed a bit.

Perhaps it was because he had not been dead for a long time. Compared with other people around him, Syl's appearance changed the most. At this time, not only his face became pale and stiff, but also his eyes were faintly bloody. It's horror.

Carefully observing this familiar face, Thor even found a little sign of decay, like a corpse that had been left for several days.

But even with such an obvious change, Searle himself didn't notice it at all, and even held up his glass, gulping a drink there, and seemed to be having a good time.

Not only him, but even the other people around him didn't respond to the change in Searle at all, as if they didn't see it, they were still playing with him there.

Standing silently in the corner of the high platform, quietly observing the situation, Sol felt a sense of horror rising from his heart, and his hands and feet were cold.

He didn't dare to make big movements, afraid of attracting the attention of those people, so he backed away as quietly as possible, preparing to leave this place and look for Adier.

And around, besides him, there were a few normal clansmen who were silently preparing to flee after seeing something was wrong, not daring to make the slightest sound.

"Sol, what are you doing there?"

Before taking a few steps, a voice that made Thor's heart tremble suddenly sounded, making his hands tremble subconsciously.

He turned around and looked back, just in time to see Searle walking towards him with a wine glass in his hand in front of a bonfire.

In the process of walking, Syl's movements were extremely stiff, and even the flesh on his face was rotting at an accelerated rate. A piece of human skin drooped with a little flesh and blood, which made Sol feel a little disgusted when he looked at it.

"Sol, why don't you come for a drink together?"

Walking up to Saul with strides, Syl looked at Saul stiffly and asked with a cold face.

"No...it's okay."

Suppressing the desire to escape in his heart, Sol forced a smile on his face, looked at Syl in front of him and said, "I just want to go back and get something, and I will be back with you soon."

"Oh, is that so?"

Syl didn't seem to think too much, and when he heard Sol say this, he nodded directly: "Then you go, we are here waiting for you to drink!"

After saying this, his footsteps stopped in place, and he seemed to have no movement at all.

Seeing Syl's performance in front of him, Sol was slightly relieved, but turned around, accelerated his feet, and was about to take this opportunity to leave quickly.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, making his heart tense instantly.

"Master Syl, what happened to your face?"

In the corner of the high platform, an aborigine held food in his hand, looked at Sil's face that was beginning to rot, and spoke with some fear, his voice sounded a little trembling.

These natives were all slaves bought by Mike in the past, and they were responsible for some complicated things. They didn't know the breath of the curse, so they dared to speak at this time.

"my face?"

Hearing the words of the native in front of him, Syl was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously stretched out his hand, and wiped his face hard with it.

In an instant, Syl's face turned into flesh and blood, and the original rotten face became even more frightening, and the rotten flesh and blood on it became more obvious, leaving only a pair of eyes intact.

"This is... blood..."

Staring blankly at the disgusting flesh and blood on his palm, Searle stood there in a daze, seemingly unable to react.

"Yes...I have already..."

The next moment, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and his eyes widened suddenly, turning into pure scarlet.

"not good!!"

At this moment, Sol only felt a powerful malice coming from behind him.

Just as he was about to run with all his strength, he found a hand on his shoulder quietly.

It was a pale and stiff arm, with a chill on it, which reminded one of the solid ice in the cold winter.

"Sol...you...want...to...where..."