[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

Loka stabilized his mind and looked at the grass in the back garden again, but Mason and Dean Barrow were nowhere to be seen.The huge back garden is covered with dense weeds, fluttering with the wind and rain, swinging waves in the howling wind.Lorca suspected that they had hid in these weeds. These reeds, which were as tall as a person, could completely cover up their tracks.But he observed for a long time, but found nothing.

Lorca left the watchtower, and he quietly walked down the tower and returned to the room.Release the spiritual force inside the whole building to sense all the subtle movements.

Most of the rooms are empty and abandoned.Palmer was sleeping peacefully in his bedroom on the second floor.Two of his attendants, who had been stationed in the room next to his, were now out, while the other stood guard in the corridor.

There is no breath or movement of other people in the whole building.If Mason can restrain his breath without being noticed, but Dean Barrow is just an old man with a low level of magic, and he can't cover up Xingzang no matter what.

So, where did they go?

Is it still in the grass in the back garden?

Why do they go there?

Thinking of Mason, Lorca couldn't help but feel a chill running down his back.

If only Mason was the one driving bison migrations on this scale.This is quite amazing mental power.It can even be compared with those elders in the Aranti Presbyterian Church who have practiced for a hundred years.Lorca knew that theoretically this required a huge amount of mental power, but there was no record of specific usage in the ancient secret arts of Alanti.

There is only one possibility, he used the secret technique taught by Kedile Shan Miluo!

Since when has Mason been this good?

Lorca never knew that Mason had such strength.

Now Lorca realized that this friend who grew up with him was not a timid nerd.For so many years, no one has ever seen his true strength, his——true face.

So, now let me meet the real you——Mason, my friend who I trusted so much!friend!

Luoka's face was serious and his eyes were cold and sharp. He completely suppressed the cold and sharp breath of his body, and walked quietly towards the back garden. His steps were steady, and he walked step by step towards the truth that was finally revealed.

For so many years, every time before facing the enemy, Luoka would always touch the handle of "Morning Dew" subconsciously.From his youth to the present, this gift of pure friendship has accompanied him in countless battles.But at this time, when he habitually touched "Morning Dew" again, he felt the echoing Fengming of "Morning Dew" in his soul, but his heart was icy cold.He raised his hand slightly, trying not to touch the most convenient weapon that had accompanied him for many years.

In the decaying back garden, the lush weeds are high above the top of the head.Submerged the ruins scattered everywhere.Loka felt as if he was facing a section of a sea of ​​weeds that had been sliced ​​open.Just one more step forward and you're walking into a sea of ​​wild grasses without direction.

Loka was keenly aware of an uncomfortable smell floating in the air.

Is he really around here?

Loka habitually touched the handle of "Morning Dew" again, and according to his habit, he simply cut the weeds flat.But inner repulsion made him give up the idea.

Hmph, am I afraid of these insidious tricks?Loka strode into the grass with disdain.

With the current strength close to the realm of elders, Luoka believes that the use of spiritual power will not lose to these sorcerers who dare not face others.He slowly walked through the dense grass leaves, surging spiritual power permeated the air.

Loka stopped suddenly, and he could already see Dean Barrow lying on the ground in the dense grass. No wonder he couldn't sense Dean Barrow's breath.

Because, he is dead.

Loka stepped forward to check, and couldn't help being surprised.Dean Barrow's wrinkled face stayed in a distorted expression, hideous and terrifying, his round eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his open mouth seemed to be roaring silently, and his facial features were stained with blood.It seemed that he saw an extremely terrifying scene before he died.Loka carefully checked the corpse, and at the same time used spiritual power to detect the sensor. The corpse did not have any trauma, and there was no magic energy fluctuation left after receiving the magic attack.However, the cause of death was a rupture of the heart and bursting of multiple blood vessels in the brain.This is caused by intense fear, or intense emotional turmoil.

This is not the first time Lorca has seen such a sight.

Maika's face, the strange corpse in the enemy camp that night, scenes emerged in his heart.

Loka's heart seemed to fall into an endless abyss.

Sure enough...is it him...

mason...

Why...why...my best friend...why is this? !

Gradually Lorca found that the surroundings were getting darker and darker.The breath in the air made his discomfort more and more obvious, and he suddenly realized that it was similar to the poisonous fog on the battlefield yesterday.It's just that the toxin content is hundreds of times thinner than yesterday, so it only makes him feel slightly uncomfortable.Luoka continued to walk slowly, only the whirling sound of grass blades brushing against his ears. The sound of his own footsteps remained unchanged, so monotonous and dull that one wanted to drowsy, and Luoka's concentration and vigilance were unconscious Some slack.

Loka stopped cautiously.Mason, Lorca gritted his teeth and said the name. It really is you. This kind of toxin that only targets the physique of the Arantis can only be designed with a thorough understanding of the Arantis and proficiency in magic potions.He has been dormant in the secret realm for so long because of this!

Lorca recalled Mason's appearance in the past, and the warm memories of their getting along are now deeply ironic.

It turns out that all of this is an illusion!

It turned out that his cowardice, his pain, his meekness, his innocence and fragility, all of these were tricks to deceive pity and trust!

It turned out that so many years of sincere and strong friendship were all a complete scam!

Pure and fiery justice, friendliness, protection, and trust are all playthings in the hands of the sinister devil.

Turns out... the Presbyterians were right...

Luoka thought that he had fought hard for Mason and the elders, and even thought of robbing the treasure house in order to save him, and now he really wanted to beat himself up.

The deep pain of being betrayed by a close friend turned into a cold and burning flame tormenting Loka's soul.The strong hatred caused bursts of bitter dull pain in his chest.

But Luoka's current strength and ambition are far superior to those of the past. He quickly stabilized his mind, and his strong restraint turned violent anger into a calm fighting spirit.

He knew he had entered the illusion, the realm of the devil.

Luoka's hand was still on the handle of "Morning Dew" at his waist. The cold metal feel was so familiar, he endured the strong sense of repulsion in his heart. Lay down a warning barrier.

There was a wry smile on Lorca's stern face, and the confrontation with the demon used the weapon that the man made himself.Very well, just give him back what he's done.