Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the afternoon town, while Derrick rolled forward to avoid the monster's attack, the hurricane ax held in his right hand slashed into the calf of a giant covered with short black hair.

Boom!

A bolt of silver lightning fell out of thin air, causing the monster to tremble and freeze on the spot.

Derrick stood up calmly. He did not continue to use the hurricane ax to chop, but opened his arms as if embracing the sun.

A bright, brilliant and pure holy light descended, covering the monster in front.

In the light filled with the breath of the sacred sun, the black short-haired monster screamed and fell down, a puff of black mist emerged from its body, and in an instant it was melted into the light and dissipated invisible.

On the other side, Silver City Chief Colin held a silver straight sword in each hand. After repelling several monsters approaching him, he suddenly retreated a distance, bowed his back slightly, and inserted the straight sword in his hand. Decayed gray stone floor.

Pieces of morning light fragments burst out from the swords of the two straight swords. They were densely packed and countless, forming a shimmering and violent sharp hurricane, sweeping out in all directions.

The bright morning light quickly enveloped everything around it, cutting, dissolving, and consuming away the monsters covered with short black hair.

The bright morning light lasted for about half a minute. It was not until Colin got up from the ground that the surrounding morning light gradually dissipated, and there was no longer a monster around.

After a period of fighting, everyone in Silver City has discovered that the monsters here are afraid of strong light.

Although the dawn light of the "Dawn Knight" is not as good as the "Light Prayer" in the field of holiness and light, the effect of the morning light used by Colin, who is already a "demon hunter", is no better than the holy light summoned by Derrick. Poor, and can cover a wider range.

As the last monster was eliminated, the town suddenly returned to silence in the afternoon, with only deep darkness covering everything.

Silver City Chief Colin looked around and said in a deep voice:

"Take some rest first, and then return to Silver City."

Regarding the exploration of Afternoon Town, accidents continued to occur. Although the exploration team had no casualties, they were all more or less injured. In addition, Mr. "White Tower" suddenly appeared from the outside world, and that Amon, This forced him to reconsider his plan to explore the Giant King's Court.

In Silver City, piles of black hair-like plants grow in patches between the tall walls of Silver City, fluttering like hair in the whining wind.

Renekton stayed far away and glanced in the direction of Silver City, looking at the top of the city wall where a lantern was inserted at regular intervals, and the hidden residents patrolling above with animal skin lanterns.

After a brief inspection, his figure became transparent again, turning into bright starlight and surging around, moving away from here in the direction of the wind.

Renekton sometimes strolled, sometimes transformed into a surge of starlight, and soon walked far away towards the south of Silver City.

He wears a hooded black classical robe with many strange symbols and magic signs drawn on it, like scattered stars, surrounding a cold and indifferent eye. In his left hand, he holds a transparent crystal ball that blooms with misty starlight. An image of a mysterious wizard walking in the wilderness in stories and legends.

On a dry river, shards of starlight began to gather from within, reuniting Renekton's figure.

He looked thoughtfully at the river bed at his feet. It wasn't particularly dry, but there was no water either. The moisture level was evenly distributed. It didn't look like it was drying up slowly, but more like the river suddenly disappeared? Falling into a state of incomplete secrecy, only to return to reality at completely random or fixed times?

While he paused, his eyes flashed and became extremely dark, then became clear again after a moment.

"There are residual auras of the goddess of the night around. It seems that the river is indeed hidden."

"But it seems there are still people living here, well, there used to be."

Some scenes spied through the River of Destiny allowed Renekton to see some scenes that had happened here. Among them were monsters and humans. They had more or less traces of alienation on their bodies. They were holding less bright lanterns and walking around. River water is collected carefully by the river.

Although it is impossible to determine the specific time, the scenes in those pictures should have happened a long time ago, and the survivors around here were not struggling in the darkness.

Sighing in his heart, Renekton followed his intuition and walked towards the dark depths on the right side of the river.

With the help of lightning that fell from time to time in the sky, he saw a dark, dry, and strange forest less than a hundred meters away from the river.

There was not a single leaf, and both the trunk and the branches were extremely twisted. There were holes, large or small, on the trunk, like ferocious, twisted, screaming faces.

Every tree smells of decay, coldness and death, but it also gives people a strange, living feeling.

The dark blue in Renekton's eyes continued to flow, outlining complex symbols one after another.

The next moment, a huge, illusory eye appeared from above the woods, and its cold-as-substance gaze swept across every corner of the woods.

Renekton stopped where he was, carefully analyzing the various details about the entire forest that came to his mind.

Possessing the characteristics of both the living and the undead, transforming incomplete dead creatures? Can plants also transform into undead? Logically speaking, this place lacks light and a stable water source, so it is completely unsuitable for plant growth, unless it has mutated into a monster?

They were once monsters activated by the power of the earth realm, and later they were infected by the power left by the former God of Death and became undead. But because of their own specialness, this change was not complete?

After stopping to think for a while, Renekton made the huge transparent and illusory eye above the woods disappear, and then stared deeply at the woods ahead, intending to rely on prophecy to determine whether there was danger ahead.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and planned to cross the strange woods directly.

These strange trees themselves do not have the ability to cause danger to me, but they form a delicate balance with the accumulated divine power of death, earth, and even the night realm. Once this balance goes wrong, I may not be able to escape the remaining divine power here. Influence.

When Renekton was about to cross the woods from the air, a silvery lightning fell nearby and illuminated the surrounding area.

With the help of the brief whitening brought by the lightning, he noticed an upside-down tree buried in the ground at the edge of the woods. The twisted tree seemed to have a strip of cloth hanging on it that was similar in color to the trunk.

Since it was very close to the tree trunk and the color was almost the same, if the lightning hadn't landed at the right location, he wouldn't have noticed this subtle anomaly.

"The traces left by humans. The people who once gathered in this area found a way to coexist with this strange forest?"

Whispering to himself, Renekton took a few steps and approached the edge of the woods. His left hand holding the crystal ball slightly turned his wrist.

The starlight in the crystal ball flashed, and the invisible gravitational disturbance directly pulled up the tree buried upside down in the ground.

Renekton frowned slightly as he looked at the strange tree that was fully exposed. Perhaps it was because most of it was buried underground and could not grow wildly. This tree grew very restrained and strange:

The tree trunk is partially bowed, and near the top, there are thick branches growing out on the left and right sides. The curves are very strange, like two separated and struggling arms.

If you stand a little further and look at it, you can see that this is a man with his back bent and struggling in pain.

Renekton reached out and grabbed the dark-colored cloth strip surrounding the tree trunk with indistinct tree skin texture, and pulled hard twice.

It felt very rough, like rough linen made of plant fiber. It had grown together with the trunk of the tree. Renekton pulled it hard several times, but could not break it.

Renekton, who kept his movements unchanged, lowered his head slightly. His eyes flashed and became extremely deep, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm. He obviously lost focus and his eyes were blurry.

I was in a daze for a moment, and a picture soon appeared in my mind:

In the darkness, a figure holding an animal skin lantern was running quickly, breathing heavily as he ran. Due to the angle of view, Renekton could not see the appearance of this figure, and could only feel the overflowing feeling. The fear and despair in his chest, and the trees around him that were not only receding but twisted and weird.

The surrounding trees receded very quickly. Renekton used this to estimate the speed of the owner of this perspective, and found that he was faster than the wolves running at full speed in the wilderness.

A Sequence 7 or Sequence 6 Beyonder, and one who has greatly enhanced physical strength. As his thoughts floated, Renekton felt that suffocating despair became more intense, and the picture in his mind floated:

The surrounding trees that were constantly retreating seemed to be changing. They seemed to be alive, twisting, shaking, and making whimpering sounds.

The picture in his mind soon floated again and turned pitch black. It seemed that the man who kept running had dropped his animal skin lantern, leaving only the sound of heavier breathing and a deeper sound that seemed to be able to crush people. despair.

Only when silvery white lightning flashes across the sky, can one barely see the surrounding environment clearly with the light of lightning.

The silvery white light was cut into countless tiny pieces under the cover of the branches, as if the eyes of a monster hidden in the depths of darkness looked extremely depressing.

The runner seems to be very familiar with the roads here. Even without a lantern, he can easily distinguish his position and direction with the help of the lightning that illuminates the surroundings from time to time.

As the picture floated, this figure rushed out of the oppressive, twisted, and evil woods, and the sound of rushing water could be heard all around.

In the most relaxed and joyful moment, the picture floating in Renekton's mind suddenly ended.

An unspeakable meaning floated in his heart, and he subconsciously murmured:

"There is no end to suffering and the sun will never rise."