Now that we know where the problem lies, the natural next step is to find a way to solve the problem.
Brutus took off a torch and threw it into the pool of water at his feet, intending to move forward to make sure he was not spinning.
A few minutes later, he returned to the place where he had taken down the torch.
"Let me think about it, this illusion can't be just for outsiders. Since the level of magic in this world doesn't seem to be very high, it's unrealistic to rely on just one or two mechanisms to control it." Brutus felt that this was the case.
There should be a very simple solution.
"Maybe I should try to go back."
He decided to give it a try. Anyway, he was already headless now, and no matter what happened, he could see if he could return to the entrance, and then prepare to enter the castle.
By the light of the fire, he looked at the time - it was now 2:54.
To Brutus's surprise, the further he walked back, the air circulation he could feel was getting worse and worse, which meant that he was going deeper into the real tunnel.
But walking out of the illusion does not necessarily mean it is a good thing. Brutus, who was walking in the tunnel, vaguely smelled the smell of blood. He walked lightly and tried not to make a sound.
The end of the tunnel was an open circular underground space, and the opposite end was a closed wooden door. Brutus stood on the edge of the tunnel, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, and a strong feeling of vomiting came up from the bottom of his throat.
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Under the faint light provided by the torch, he saw the broken limbs and broken arms that filled the ground, the fragmented bones and the human bodies that had been sucked into mummies. Blood stains could be seen everywhere, and in some places, they were even condensed with water dripping from the top.
A pool of dense blood.
His breath was filled with the smell of blood after killing, mixed with the stench of excrement from when a person was incontinent before death.
Brutus covered his mouth and resisted the violent feeling of vomiting. He was not sure whether his voice would attract something, but he soon found that it was impossible to hold back the visual and smell effects.
The impact came.
"Ugh—" He held up his shield and vomited as quietly as possible beside him.
After a few minutes, he reluctantly straightened up, but this did not mean that he felt better now. On the contrary, he felt even worse after vomiting, and there was a spicy taste in his throat.
"I may have vomited all last night's dinner." Smelling the smell here, Brutus felt like he still wanted to vomit, but there was nothing left in his stomach that could be vomited.
He endured the feeling of discomfort and weakness, step by step, carefully avoiding the corpse and bones - as for the blood and excrement on the ground, he couldn't avoid it even if he tried to avoid it.
"If I want to go out with my life, I must wash off a layer of skin from my body, otherwise the smell of blood may never be washed away..." He secretly thought about his arrangements after going out.
But whether or not he will die here is a matter of course...
He pressed against the door and listened to the sound behind the door. After confirming that there was no movement, Brutus pushed open the wooden door and saw another tunnel. He felt that this tunnel seemed to be going to the ground, and it was true. After walking for two or three days,
Minutes later, he saw the exit showing a faint red light.
Brutus bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity, stood the shield in front of him, drew out the dagger with his right hand, and changed the reverse grip to an overhand grip.
He felt that he should be equipped with another set of armor and helmet, but when he thought about facing the phantom creatures, he would have to wear at least heavy infantry bronze armor to gain enough protection to withstand attacks, and that would have to weigh at least 40 kilograms.
Although it is not impossible to wear this armor and still want to pass through the tunnel quickly and maintain good physical fitness when facing the enemy, it is still a bit difficult for Brutus.
And he can't afford armor, and the guard camp won't lend it to him...
Now every time he advances a small distance, Brutus will stop to distinguish nearby sounds, or stop for a while to wait for a possible patrol.
While the effect of the invisibility potion has not worn off, he can hide in the shadows and avoid the patrols. But until now, he has not noticed the existence of the patrols. Maybe there is none here.
"But be cautious in everything, so it's better not to take chances." He reminded himself that the more critical the moment, the less he could relax his vigilance.
"How long until we see the Baron?"
It was Juno's voice. Brutus paused for a moment, adjusted his posture and pace, and then continued to follow the source of the voice.
"It's almost time. The Baron is now making final preparations to call for the arrival of the Wolf God. You have to be patient."
"I understand." Juno's voice sounded trembling.
Brutus took a deep breath: "Huh——"
He put the shield behind his back, held his breath, walked quietly behind the two people, and then stabbed the maid in the ribs, while covering her mouth with his left hand.
"Uh-uh!" the maid wanted to give Brutus' left hand a bite.
Brutus stirred the dagger in his right hand a few times, and then pulled it out. Then he made the movement smaller and smaller until the maid who was completely motionless gently lowered it to the ground, and then the whole figure appeared in front of Juno.
In front of sight.
He stabbed the maid's body again, but this time the blood didn't spray all over him like before.
Brutus looked at the corpse. After he had vomited out his dinner, when he saw the corpse again, there was only indifference in his heart. Then he looked at Juno with such indifferent eyes.
Juno was startled by his eyes and the blood on her body, but she obviously still remembered where she was and what she was doing. She covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from screaming loudly.
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Brutus was very satisfied with her reaction. After seeing the tragic elephant, he didn't mind killing a few more. If Juno was the person opposite, what would be the psychological burden of killing her?
Maybe there will still be some...
"call--"
Looking at the corpses on the ground, he let out a sigh of relief and thought to himself: "People will die when they are killed. This is the most basic truth."
Then he looked at the dagger in his hand, and then at Juno who was covering his mouth and looking a little dull. He realized that he seemed to have indeed killed someone?
Well, it seemed like there was no obstacle when it was stabbed in - no, it was still slightly blocked by the bone. When the dagger stirred... Brutus finally reacted, he thought
What did you just do?
But now is not the time to think about this.
"Juno, where do you stand?" Brutus asked the girl in front of him softly before rushing in, "What do you stand on?"
Seeing that the girl seemed to be frightened by him, and still covered her mouth and remained motionless, Brutus no longer continued to question, but casually wiped the dagger on his hand with his clothes.
He took the shield he was carrying back into his hands, and then kicked open the door in front of him: "Don't move, the community will send you some warmth."