The black sea of ​​fog is no longer as surging as before, and now it is as calm as a smooth mirror, without any turbulence or ups and downs.

Robzek, Moore and others were accidentally lost in it, which seemed to be a great gain for the Eribos Box. Now it has been satisfied for a while, so it no longer expands and allows other mages and church personnel to set up magic circles around them to limit their own actions.

But even so, no one dared to approach this terrible existence. When they saw the powerful people of the Golden and Extreme Ideas were swallowed without resistance, everyone was afraid of the black fog. Even if they arranged the magic circles between a distance, they looked tragic, as if they were about to be executed with pride.

But there is one person who is different.

A very clear and rhythmic sound of footsteps sounded, and a black-haired man walked towards the black mist with a calm face, as if the danger contained therein did not exist at all.

"Ah?! This, wait!"

A young mage noticed the man's movements and immediately panicked to stop him. But suddenly, the black sea of ​​fog seemed to notice someone approaching, and layers of fog waves rushed towards the man. This scared him so much that he wanted to turn around and run away, and loudly reminded the people around that the strange black fog began to expand again.

But then, the scene that the mage saw made him shut his mouth in surprise and could only stare at everything in front of him in amazement.

The black waves surged, and huge waves nearly twenty meters high were bulging, and they shot at the black-haired man with great momentum. However, for some reason, it quickly calmed down in front of the warriors into a mirror-like plane. Then, the surging sea of ​​fog naturally separated, as if Moses divided the sea, and a passage that could provide one person with his advance appeared in the fog.

The black-haired man naturally moved along the passage, and the fog slowly closed behind him, and the rhythmic clear footsteps gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​fog.

Everything returns to peace.

In the black sea of ​​fog, Joshua looked at the tumbling darkness around him with interest. He even reached out his hand to touch the fog, but the warrior's body seemed to have repulsive force. No matter how fast he reached his hand, the mental fog also left at the same speed.

"Is the repulsion between divine nature so great?"

After pondering for a while, Joshua didn't expect that this would become the case now. His original plan was to take the initiative to enter the fog of divine disaster, and then pass the level to break its dream.

In this way, those who were trapped in the fog before would wake up, and the soldiers themselves could get some benefits and move their hands and feet. Wouldn't it be nice to think so? But now, the fog has made him fall asleep, even if it is a bit difficult to get close to him.

"To be honest, it's not that there are guys who accidentally get divine nature in their previous life, but it's not difficult for them to enter the mist of the divine Era. It should be just that the god seal in the Erabos box is too weak, and even a person who only has a trace of divine nature can't pull it in."

Since this is the case, there is only this explanation. Joshua no longer thinks about the reasons. Anyway, the situation has changed, and the plan naturally needs to be changed. Now he simply looks for the unlucky guys who are trapped in the dream in this fog. After all, the black fog is different from the harmless fog of thinking in the previous life. It has a strange negative energy and is very corrosive.

It’s okay for Robzek, a Paladin, that a mage like Moore and Hasselblad can’t bear it for too long.

Now, Joshua is walking in the black sea water with a semicircular bubble of about five meters in diameter. It is surrounded by dark darkness, and the direction of his progress cannot be seen clearly. However, the warrior does not need to use his eyes to find his target. In his vision, there are only two fires of life burning not far away in the fog on the surface.

A fire of life is like a dazzling star, flashing with dazzling and sacred light. This is undoubtedly from Paladin Robzek. Even the black fog cannot make him weak. The other fire of life is a little dim. It can be seen that his physical condition is not very good now, but there is a circle of vague ancient runes around the light, which locks the loss of life.

"You never know how many defensive means a mage has..."

He murmured softly, Joshua knew very well how difficult it was to be a mage who was ready. If it weren't for the things they had never seen before, such as the Divine Evil Mist, which they had never seen before, it would be impossible for an old mage like Moor who had participated in several orc wars to fall here. Even if he threw him into the abyss, it would at most cause these guys who were proficient in teleportation technology to suffer.

Moving towards the direction of the burning of the fire of life, along the way, you can see obvious wind-erosion marks appearing in the surrounding houses. This is a trace that will take dozens or hundreds of years to appear under natural conditions. The surface of the rock on the road has also become soft, and their structure has been corroded and destroyed, turning into pieces of gravel.

Joshua came to the location where the Paladin and the Mage were.

When he saw these two, perhaps the first people who had fallen into the dream of divine misfortune for thousands of years.

Standing in a relatively forward position is the old wizard Moore.

His full name is Tamara Moore, and his ancestral home is the Wind Erosion Desert near the Black Forest in the southern Empire. He once fought side by side with Nostradamus in the Orc War and led the then Imperial Mage Brigade to fight against the enemy's royal sacrificial group. The two had a close relationship and could be considered friends.

Although the old wizard is now in a deep sleep, his figure is still as straight as a soldier, not like an old man in his seventies or eighties. There are ancient runes flowing on the gray robe on him, and blue-white currents flashing on it, repelling the black fog around him. But even so, Moore's expression is still a little painful. His snow-white hair and beard are trembling uneasy, and his hands holding the staff are full of blue veins. It can be seen that his dream is not very comfortable.

Without saying a word, Joshua raised Moore up. He grabbed the collar of the old mage with one hand and grabbed the belt between the other. Although the magic energy stimulated on the robe kept bombarding the warrior's hand, his behavior did not change at all. Joshua looked at the direction without changing his face, and then threw Moore hard outside.

Suddenly, the poor old man broke through the layers of black fog with a harsh roar, and fell to Nostradamus and others who were talking and analyzing.

"What?!"

For a moment, he thought it was a new attack method of the Black Fog Sea. The old mage subconsciously prepared to send a spell to intercept it, but he was an extremely wise mage after all. In just one thousandth of a second, he could tell that the gray casting ball was his friend, so the magic power that was about to transform into a ball of blazing fireball instantly changed its form, turning into an invisible big hand, and caught the other party.

Gently put Moore, who looked very ugly and seemed to be in poor condition, and Nostradamus had no time to observe the other party's situation, and looked at the dark sea of ​​fog with other mages around him with shock. He murmured to himself: "Even if you save someone..., there is no need to throw it away."

"The mentor hasn't woken up yet!"

He hurriedly walked to his tutor, and a young mage named Vera quickly checked his teacher's condition. After all, he was also a high-level silver mage, and quickly saw the old mage's current condition: "His soul was imprisoned by an inexplicable force, and is now... dreaming?"

Speaking of this, his tone of voice became a little hesitant.

The spell that can imprison the soul, no matter what the purpose is, is essentially extremely evil, not to mention that the black fog itself has negative energy and is highly corrosive. Many mages have basically divided the ancient races that worship the Eribos Box into the evil gods.

But Moore's condition is not very bad at present. Although this power imprisons the soul, it has a sacred meaning. Although it is strange, the old mage is really just dreaming and not tortured. The reason why he looks ugly and looks very bad is that he may have a nightmare. Another reason is that Joshua used too much force when throwing it, and accidentally flashed to the old mage's waist...

In the fog, the warrior stopped in place. He did not take action for a long time and threw Robzek out of the black fog.

Joshua frowned, his eyes dim, as if his spirit had left his body. The black fog around him surged, but he still could not invade the five-meter area of ​​the warrior.

After a long time, Joshua's eyes regained their spirits. He let out a long sigh and looked out of the fog with some confusion. The direction he had thrown Mur out of the past and said softly: "Just now, was that his dream?"

Before, as the warrior grabbed the old mage and threw it out of the black fog, blurred illusions began to flow in front of his eyes, with light and shadow intertwined, as if he fell into a dream.

It was a vast plain, with half-man-high grass swaying with the strong wind, dark clouds were everywhere in the gloomy sky, and the air was filled with a wet breath, and some raindrops were drifting in the wind, and finally fell to the earth.

Two armies were fighting on this plain. One side was well-equipped, the team array was so sophisticated and orderly, like a well-operated machine, but the other side had a scattered formation and uneven equipment. Only the strong fighting spirit was worthy of praise.

Without thinking, the warriors knew that this was an army of the Northern Empire and the Orcs.

Without leaving a trace of thinking, the two armies began to move. The two sides rushed together in uniform or chaotic steps. In just a few minutes, the orc formation was completely dispersed, and the human army, under the precise command of the commander, eroded the orcs' troops bit by bit.

On one side is an elite human army with excellent commanders, and on the other side is an orc army with no leader at all. Even if a person who doesn't understand military affairs can know this scene, he can see that there is no suspense in the end of this battle.

But the orcs were unexpectedly tenacious. Although their formation was sparse and almost everyone fought alone, relying on the orcs' strong physique and toughness, this miscellaneous army actually wrapped the human army tightly in place. They used their lives to delay the pace of the human army's reorganization until an extremely elite heavy cavalry unit roared and charged from a distance.

This is a terrifying orc cavalry unit with all mounts of unicorn stone rhinestones. Their formation is different from that of their own compatriots. They are extremely neat and rhythmic. They pass through the vast grassland silently and quickly and rush towards the battlefield. Clouds gather above their heads. Under the gradually darkening sky, lightning and strong winds began to whistle across the sky.

With the uniform pace of Shixiu, the human army could already feel the violent vibration of the earth, but their formation had not yet returned to its original state, and the remaining orc army was still tightly restrained. They seemed to know that they would undoubtedly die, so they simply gave their lives without any hesitation.

With the lightning and thunder in the sky, the cold rainstorm fell like this, the sky completely darkened, the visibility of the entire battlefield suddenly decreased, and it became impossible for the human army to reorganize its lineup. At the same time, the roar of the earth caused by the charge of stone rhinoceros on the ground was rolling from afar like real thunder.

massacre.

The army without a good lineup and establishing a good position, facing a fierce beast like a horned stone rhinoceros, which is comparable to a ground dragon, has no power to fight back. Not to mention that the orc warriors sitting on these beasts generally have the strength of the intermediate silver level or above. They all have fighting spirit and can assist their mounts to advance more fiercely.

In just a few dozen minutes, the entire human army lineup was scattered like the orcs that were dispersed by them, and even the flag was broken. In the heavy rain, it seemed that because the commander had been killed, the remaining human army could only panic and retreat in all directions without orders. This result was naturally the orc cavalry who were so frugal, one by one, caught, and then killed.

Only a few people who are extremely lucky escaped the chaotic environment caused by the heavy rain.

Among them, there is a young mage wearing a gray robe and a confused expression.

Just looking at his expression, you can tell that he is not nervous. Whether it is a war with the orc army or a sudden attack by heavy cavalry, the young mage did not have a trace of fear. He was just confused and wondered why he was here.

I wonder why he had spanned decades and returned to this battlefield for those who had despaired and made him determined to be the battlefield for those who could survive under 'any situation'.

But now, Joshua vaguely knew the reason.

"The God of Despair and Luck."

He whispered the name he had vaguely learned from the confused illusion. The warrior narrowed his eyes, then grinned and laughed silently.

"interesting."

"This is a divine name that I have never heard of in my previous life."
Chapter completed!