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In the evening, everyone was a little tired, but no one proposed to rest. Stimulated by Tom's incident, everyone wanted to leave the forest earlier, even Feizel and others who were tasked with finding people were no exception. They would rather face the furious Earl than wander around in the forest where the Black Death might exist.

However, walking in the dark forest at night is also very dangerous. Under Feizel's suggestion, everyone finally stopped to rest and prepared to build a camp on the spot.

Due to the hard work of traveling during the day, not only the mages with poor physical strength, but even the swordsmen couldn't hide their fatigue, so everyone ate something quickly and then got into the tent to rest.

Yannick half-lyed and half-sat with his back against the pillow. The parchment scroll in front of him was enchanted by the black-clothed mage, and it happened to be suspended within sight. One of his hands was being held by the black mage.

If someone came in at this time and saw this easily misleading scene, they would definitely think about it again.

In fact, the black-clothed mage's research on the power ring has made considerable progress.

"Use dark magic to cover up the breath above."

"What?" The drowsy priest didn't react for a moment, his eyes half-opened out of focus, and his face was blank.

For the convenience of reading, Yannick asked Chris to make a simple candle, which was actually a few small flames suspended in the surrounding air. At this time, under the reflection of the swaying flames, those azure eyes were dyed a warm orange, It looks like a lake reflecting the sunset, gorgeous and sparkling.

Looking at these eyes, Chris suddenly thought: If there is a magic crystal of this color, he must get it and keep it.

When the fingers touched the eyelashes of the priest, the latter moved slightly, reacted, and raised his head reflexively: "What's wrong?"

Chris was inexplicably displeased by the opponent's evasive action, but he didn't say anything, and his face remained expressionless: "Your mouth is covered with bread crumbs."

"Huh? I remember I wiped it after eating just now. How did it get on?"

The priest who pays attention to his appearance immediately paid attention to it, took out a clean small handkerchief from the magic bag, and wiped it from the corner of his mouth to his eyes carefully. This small handkerchief was given by his admirer when he was in Jade Town , on which flocks of sheep are painted with flowers and plants, which is very beautiful and lovely.

"Who gave this veil?" The mage in black also noticed the pattern on it.

"Oh, it's Amy, a very cute girl." Yannick smiled knowingly when he remembered the time in Jed Town.

The black-clothed mage silently memorized the name, and then said, "I thought of how to cover up the information on that ring."

The priest was indeed distracted: "What should I do?"

Chris said: "Use dark magic."

Yannick was surprised and repeated stupidly: "Dark magic?"

Regardless of his cognition in his previous life or the magic system on Olin Continent, dark magic is a taboo.The Holy See regards it as the temptation of the devil, and the Magic Guild, an organization that has always been hostile to the Holy See, also believes that dark magic is a taboo that magicians cannot set foot in.

As Chris said, all magic is essentially an application of elements. According to this theory, dark magic is no exception, but the elements it uses are a bit special, and they refine and amplify the negative emotions in the soul. , so as to achieve the effect of magic damage.

Don't underestimate this effect, the more powerful the dark magic, the damage to the target is far greater than other magic of the same level, but at the same time it is easy to cause great damage to the caster itself.Moreover, because the advanced dark magic is refined by extracting soul fragments, people often change their faces when they talk about dark magic.

It's no wonder that Yannick had such a reaction.

Chris knew what he was thinking just by the look on his face. "It doesn't need to be tied to the soul, just a little dark magic, and an ordinary beast is enough. The opposite of light is darkness, and only darkness can swallow light."

Yannick knew long ago that with his personality as a teacher, it was impossible for him to study only those two types of spells just because he was a mage of both water and fire systems. "It is said that dark magic, no matter how big or small, can harm the caster?"

Perhaps it was the expression on the silver-haired priest's face that pleased the black-clothed mage, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile, although the arc was basically negligible.

"That's just a rumor spread by some people who don't want people to study dark magic." The black-clothed mage said indifferently, "All you need is a medium."

The priest wanted to ask something else, but the mage suddenly stood up.

"Why..." He had just said two words when he heard a sharp whistle coming from outside!

That was an appointment made by the team, and the warning signal sent by the person in charge of the night watch!

Although Chris is a mage, his movements are no slower than those of Feizel and his swordsmen. When Yannick ran out of the tent, Feizel and the others had just ran out, and Chris was already standing at the vigil. In front of the swordsman, the staff pointed at a person in front of them.

In other words, it can no longer be called a human being.

It's just a living thing that looks like a human being. "It" is festered and corrupted all over. When you get close, you can smell an unpleasant smell of rotting corpses. On the blurred facial features, one eyeball is missing, and the other eyeball is missing. It hangs loosely on the eye sockets and cannot fall off.Although it has no eyeballs, "it" can accurately find the positions of everyone, and its movements are not slow at all.

The only thing that can make everyone identify "it" is the broken cloth strip hanging on "it".

Judging from the shape above, it can barely be seen that this is a typical swordsman's dress.

If the whistle just sounded a little later, or if Chris's reaction was a little slower, that poor swordsman would become a meal for rotting corpses.

"Tom!" With Feizel's roar, a flame suddenly ignited on the rotting corpse, and then spread rapidly, engulfing the entire body.

The rotting corpse made a ho-ho sound in the flames, accompanied by the rattling of bones, which was creepy.

"It" didn't even want to give up on Chris, and was fixed there by the latter's immobilization spell, and continued to be baptized by the flames.

Half a day later, the flames gradually became smaller, and the body wrapped in the flames also gradually shrunk, until finally only a mass of ashes remained.

"It's Tom..." This horrifying scene made the swordsmen who have always been known as brave and fearless a little scared. One of the swordsmen trembled and said, "The black death has mutated, and the dead can be resurrected... Are we I also contracted this disease, God! Two days ago, I drank soup in the same pot with him..."

By the end, his tone changed a little.

"Calm down, Jack!" Feizel said in a deep voice, "You're not the only one, we all drank it! Look at the mages, none of them panicked!"

His words didn't really calm down the swordsman, on the contrary, he became even more hysterical: "But I was sleeping in a tent with him just now!"

When he said this, the others became a little worried, and Feizel really realized the benefits of having a priest in the team. He looked at Yannick: "Your Excellency, please..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yannick walked over, gave him a comprehensive examination, and then said gently: "Don't worry, you are not infected with the Black Death."

The swordsman breathed a sigh of relief, with the lingering fear of escape from death on his face.

But then, Aphra's words pulled them into the abyss again.

"Lily and Azul are gone!"

No one found out when they disappeared.

After dinner, everyone parted ways and went back to their tents. Aphra originally lived with Lily, but because she had to watch the night, she never entered the tent except for changing clothes after dinner.

When everyone ran out just now, Aphra noticed that Lily and Azul didn't come out. After Chris subdued the living dead, she went into the tent to check, but she didn't find Lily.

The elf baby was still dreaming soundly inside, and he didn't know what happened. Even if he knew, he couldn't describe it because he couldn't speak.

And in Asur's tent, he and the swordsman guarding him were also gone.

D'Antonio's eyes were red with anxiety, and he hurried to Lily's tent, searched inside and out, and called Lily's name, but of course found nothing.

"What should I do? She won't be in danger!" Aphra covered her mouth and let out a choked sound, thinking of the carrion that just appeared, she began to tremble.

Although she has the identity of a mage, she is still just an ordinary girl in essence. The successive changes in the journey, the potential danger of Asur, the disappearance of Lily, and the mutation of the Black Death have made her overwhelmed.

"Crying won't help you bring people back." At this moment, the voice of the mage in black seemed a little cold, "Have you forgotten your identity?"

Seeing that Afra was still a little confused, the priest kindly reminded: "Afra, your tracking magic."

Only then did Aphra suddenly realize that she quickly pulled out her staff.

She walked in front, following the swordsmen left and right, opening the way for her and protecting her safety, and the others followed behind.

Aphra was holding the staff, the sweat in her palms almost soaked the staff, her heart was pounding so loudly that even her ears could hear it.

As mentioned earlier, the dark forest at night is extremely dangerous, full of invisible traps, night owls shuttle through the forest, making terrifying and frightening noises, and the dead branches and rotten leaves on the ground creaked because they were trampled down by everyone. The sound occasionally alarms some poisonous snakes and scorpions.

D'Antonio followed everyone silently, only his clenched fists revealed his mood at the moment. Since Lily disappeared, he has never said a word.

There was a sudden warmth on his neck, and all the negative emotions, including worry, irritability and sadness, were relieved a little. He turned his head, and the priest had just retracted his hand.

"Healing is also effective in relieving emotions, Lily will be fine." The other party comforted.

"Thank you." D'Antonio gave him a grateful look.

At this moment, Aphra suddenly stopped and frowned.

"Nothing."

"What's wrong?" Fizer asked.

"Their traces will disappear there." Afra pointed to the front.

Presented in front of them was a vast and calm lake.

Under the moonlight, the lake showed a dazzling silver-blue color. However, this beautiful and spectacular picture failed to bring joy to everyone, but cast a layer of haze on their hearts.