The continuous reminders made Shade even more surprised. The "blessing of green" was probably the power left by the tree father, but he couldn't see the strong power of death in Shade, so he was "washed" a little.
And then the realization of so many spiritual runes also showed how powerful the ancient gods were. Just a simple blessing could make Shade almost get eight more spiritual runes.
“Is this considered a loss or a profit?”
He shook his head, because half an hour was counted from the moment the door opened, so he couldn't delay for too long. Feeling the surging and abundant vitality in his body, Shade took a step forward.
The white mist dispersed, and the surrounding light immediately weakened. As the cold wind blew in, Shade looked up at the dark night above the valley, looking at the blood-red moon that seemed to be about to fall in the next moment.
It's not a blizzard, nor is it black snow with an instant death curse. What's floating in the dark night is crimson red snow. The ground is completely dyed red, and red snowflakes as big as goose feathers are still increasing the thickness of the snow underfoot.
The blood-red night is quiet and strange. Even the most terrifying stories cannot describe such a terrifying scene. No matter where you look, you can see the dazzling red color, even in the air.
The smell of blood.
This scene that is enough to drive a determined ordinary person crazy is the "red snow" among the four snow stages in [Dead Silence Valley]. In this kind of weather, the valley will rarely enter the dark night, and during this period, some weird things happen.
Guests will visit here. Maybe they are humanoid relics, maybe evil spirits, demons, or even something more terrifying.
"Except for the safest light snow, I have experienced all the weather here."
Chixue itself has no curse, it just stains clothes, so this time Shade was not attacked immediately. And in the dark night of the silent valley, the light of the bonfire at the entrance of the library in the distance can be seen more clearly.
Because he opened the key in a hurry, he was still wearing some thin autumn clothes at the moment. The coldness rushed into his body with the strong wind, but the strong vitality made Shade not feel how cold it was.
He covered his face with one hand, bent over and pushed forward against the snow.
I don’t know how many terrible things are hidden in this dark night. The whispering elements are more abundant around me than ever before, even more terrifying than the rioting narrow room. Shade did not dare to light up the light of the silver moon and let the witches come to pick him up.
He was afraid that something else would greet him.
He stepped deeply into the crimson snow, and there was a rustling sound from the violent snowflakes. Shade felt as if he was being stared at by something, but he did not dare to look around.
After walking about ten more steps, a hoarse voice came from beside me:
"Young man, help me."
The peripheral vision glanced to the side, and an old woman with gray hair, wrinkles on her face, and half-clothed clothes was lying in the snow, reaching out to Shade. She looked older than Granny Cassandra.
It was loud, the hoarse voice and the tired look on his face simply said "I'm about to die" written on his face.
【Relic.】
"She" reminded softly, Shade nodded, ignored the voice and continued to move forward. But the old woman persisted in chasing after her. She grabbed Shade's ankle, and the heavy force almost made Shade think that
, his right foot sank into the ground.
"Young man, help me."
Shade kept his mouth shut and didn't make any answer. He suddenly lifted his right foot and pulled it out of the boot. Then he ran forward with one bare foot:
"Help me, help me~"
The hoarse voice followed closely, as if the old woman with disheveled hair was floating behind her. Shade didn't know what kind of relic it was, let alone its characteristics, so he didn't even dare to turn his head to see what was behind him.
Condition.
Soon after running half the distance, the light of the bonfire in the red snow was getting closer and closer. But another figure appeared in the snow ahead, it was a standing figure. After getting closer, Shade saw that
He was a gentleman with a stiff face and melancholy eyes, wearing a smart black formal suit and leaning on a cane. There was a silver compass-like badge hanging on his chest:
"Do you need help?"
There was no emotion in the tone, and it was actually the devil's language used by Dr. Schneider. Shade was shocked, and at the same time regretted that the doctor was not with him.
He changed his direction and bypassed the strange man, and the persistent voice behind him for help disappeared after Shade saw the man.
During the short journey that followed, Shade met a businessman holding a basket, a woman hiding in the shadows, and a headless little girl. The balloon with a human head in the girl's hand looked like her head.
Shade could only confirm that the merchant was a relic, but could not tell what the latter two were. As if out of fear and scruples, those strange "people" did not take the initiative to attack Shade, but tried to communicate with him in various ways.
, but Shade dodged them one by one.
It was obviously only a few minutes away, but when Shade passed the warning ceremony set up by the witches at the door and entered the huge foyer of the Cadiz Library illuminated by the bonfire, he felt that this journey was longer than the meters he had crossed in the narrow space.
The city of Fort Dehill will still have to work harder.
"Finally back again, huh?"
When the light of the bonfire illuminated Shade, he did not hear the voice welcoming him. The red dragon witch was still sleeping in the ice coffin beside the wall, and the shrine on the pile of old books was shrouded in firelight, but beside the bright bonfire
, but there was no sign of Miss Olanode and Miss Becky Samuel of Zarath Academy.
The huge foyer of the library has become even more dilapidated than the last time Shade came. Not only that, there are even some sword marks on the walls and signs of obvious impacts from heavy objects. Some stone tiles are missing from the ceiling, exposing the backside.
There are sunken rock walls, and the floor under your feet is full of stones and gravel. It seems like a fierce battle has taken place here.
After hesitating for a moment, he first walked to the ice coffin and confirmed that Miss Fiona Drago was still sleeping. Then he came to the bonfire. The flame was still so warm, but the round of yellow light suspended above the flame
The moon is gone.
"Where did they go?"
The luggage beside the campfire and the supplies that Shade brought last time are still there, but a lot of them have been consumed. In addition, there is also a stone platform with five grooves, which should be the seal of "Unknown".
"Sacrifice Book" altar, but he found no clues such as the notes left by the witches.
In the shadow of the bonfire, Shade accidentally discovered some trampled blood stains. He did not bother to collect the blood stains, but took out a wine bottle from his pocket:
"Blood brew!"
Blood stains automatically flew into the mouth of the bottle, and Shade hurriedly plugged the mouth of the bottle with a cork. After shaking it gently for a few times, he found that there was very little liquid inside, but there was still a faint aroma of wine after removing the cork.
Use a spell to draw out the "blood brew" drop by drop, and raise your head to let them drip into your eyes. Sure enough, very light red traces appeared in the air, and those bright traces showed that the witches had penetrated deep into the book
Museum remains.
Shade hesitated for a moment, picked up a torch next to the bonfire, lit it, and followed it with the torch.
Grain Nang
I was originally worried that most of the half hour this time would be spent looking for traces of the witches, but after leaving the hall, I turned a corner along the damaged ruins corridor and saw the faint light of fire. I hurriedly walked over.
I found that the end of the corridor was a dead end due to collapse. If I wanted to continue forward, I could only go through the hole in the wall on the side.
In front of the collapse, Miss Samuel was sitting next to a glass bottle containing a small fireball, sweating profusely, facing a skinny guy in a black robe.
Miss Olanold was lying on the other side of the bottle, covered with her black cloak, her eyes closed tightly and motionless.
Hearing the footsteps, Miss Samuel immediately turned her head and saw Shade coming with a bonfire. She shook her head to signal Shade not to come near, and Shade also realized that the guy in the black robe was a humanoid relic.
"Miss Oranold is in a coma? What's going on now?"
He stopped hesitantly, but then moved forward again. After getting closer, he discovered that between Miss Samuel and the man in black robe, there were three playing cards arranged in parallel. The playing cards were larger than the Rhodes cards.
, it seems to be facing up from the back, and the patterns are all earthy-yellow question marks.
The man in black robe had a waxy face and a bald head. After Shade approached, he looked at Shade:
"Do you want to join in too?"
The other party's voice was very strange, like the belly of a reptile rubbing against the sand. As he watched, the mental stress immediately became apparent. The other party's level would not be lower than the sage level.
"What rules?"
"I am a fortune teller. There are three sets of cards, three in each set. Choose one to divine your destiny. This lady has reached the last set. If you want, you can replace her."
"Don't replace me. If you make the wrong choice, you will be cursed by fate!"
Miss Samuel hurriedly stopped, but Shade still sat down. He didn't have so much time to waste. There were many things to do this time. Not only did he have to liberate the "Unknown Book of Sacrifice", and then continue the story that he didn't finish last time, but also
Learn the tricks from the witches that will allow him to defeat Joey Barton.
"I will choose the last card for her, but I don't think you are a fortune teller. This is obviously a gambling card."
He gave the torch in his hand to Miss Samuel. Under the firelight, the witch wearing glasses looked particularly haggard.
"Choose one out of three, right?"
He confirmed it.
"Yes, choose one out of three, but since you are choosing cards for others, if you choose a card that indicates bad luck, you will all be plagued by bad luck."
Shade snorted, squinted his eyes and looked at the three cards in front of him. He opened his right hand and swept over the three cards, looking very professional, but in fact he felt nothing:
"This one."
He pointed to the card on the left, and then turned it over without waiting for the opponent to react. But there was nothing on that card, it was a blank card.
"What's the meaning?"
Shade asked, and the divination man in black robe reached out and took back the card:
"You are lucky."
He stood up, stepped back into the shadows that the firelight failed to illuminate, and disappeared.
"What's happening here?"
"The weather turned from black snow to red snow without any warning. Brienne and I have encountered this situation countless times. This is even more terrifying than what is written in the club's materials."
Miss Samuel said softly, and when Shade looked at Miss Olanold, she said again:
"We encountered a demon. Although we defeated it temporarily, we no longer had the strength to fight again, so we had to temporarily leave the foyer and hide here. But then, something terrible came again."
She suddenly covered her head:
"I'm sorry, I can't even remember what it was. Britney was unconscious, but she didn't have any injuries and I couldn't wake her up."
Shade handed Miss Samuel some water, then reached out and took Miss Olanold's hand. The palm was soft and still warm, so "false immortality" could not work:
"What can you feel?"
[Wait a minute. The soul of this half-elf is corrupting, and she must be treated as soon as possible.]
"Soul corruption? This is not a simple injury."
Shade told Miss Samuel the result and then suggested:
"Let's go back to the bonfire first. The devil you talked about has left. When I came from the fire just now, it was safe there."
He helped Miss Samuel up. Seeing that she was in poor condition, he bent down again and took the initiative to pick up the unconscious Miss Olanode. Although the height of this witch with elf blood was only slightly shorter than Shade,
But the weight is surprisingly light.
Miss Samuel took the small bottle containing the flame and held the torch to light up the front, and the two returned to the bonfire in the hall.