As if stuffed into the belly of a sunfish, sticky mixed information like oil wraps around the senses, connects with each other, and seeps into the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, expressing a strange and incomprehensible situation.
William felt he was falling and instinctively held Kraft's arm. But this did not help maintain balance. His position did not change. Although the rocks under his feet shook more and more violently, there were no signs of collapse.
The changes at the moment are like the experience in a dream. I am shaking my arms and legs in the hazy sleep of falling, trying to adjust my position and waking up in bed.
However, there was no intention of waking up from this nightmare for a while, and he remained in a semi-awake state to continue this unrealistic experience.
You can see Kraft's lips constantly opening and closing, saying something loudly. The congested hearing has been occupied and cannot filter out what the human voice is saying. The scenery is like looking through ripples underwater, the light is elongated, and the mouth is
The shape is so distorted that no words can be understood.
However, the feeling of falling was really obvious. William reflexively pressed down when his vision fell into darkness, followed by a scream like he lost his footing and fell off a cliff.
"Ahhhh..."
…
"……ah!"
It is difficult to judge the passage of time. When the palm of the hand touches the ground, there is no huge setback or broken bones, or even pain. It is just a simple touch on the stone surface.
If this were simply the case, the fall might have been closer than the fall, but William still experienced a counterintuitive sense of distance.
There was a voice that kept repeating in my ears.
Opening his eyes, Kraft's face was dazzlingly bright under the firelight. They were still where they were. It felt like only a moment had passed, but it seemed as if they had been in the dark for too long. Tears were secreted to lubricate the dry eyeballs under the stimulation of bright light.
.
Fortunately, his vision returned to normal, and he could see the mouth shape clearly. After thinking a little and matching the sound, he found the corresponding meaning, "William, wake up!"
"Personally, I am happy to let you sleep a little longer. After all, what you are doing is not what a captain who has had enough sleep and is clear-headed can do. But some things may not have the same idea."
"What, what?" William looked around nervously, and belatedly realized that everything had calmed down, except for the slight cracks on the ground, and the changes had stopped on the eve of destruction.
When Kraft saw him waking up, he let go of the hand shaking his shoulders, stood up and dusted off his trousers, "Maybe it's the guy with the long face we saw just now, or maybe it's something worse. Anyway, we're here
Not alone."
"At this?"
"It's hard to explain." Kraft was very happy that William could hear the implication. This meant that Mr. Captain was not confused by the change in level, but it also showed that the complicated relationship was another problem. "In short, we are no longer where we were.
.”
"You can understand it as a reflection in the water, which is similar to the real object and changes with the movement of the real object, but it is not exactly the same."
"Are we in the reflection?" Unsurprisingly, William had difficulties in understanding. Without the corresponding senses, he could not directly understand the process. It was like describing pronunciation to a deaf-mute, and he could only understand it indirectly by touching his trembling throat.
meeting.
As long as you understand the meaning, Kraft wanted to say this, but it seems that William doesn't quite understand, and he himself may not be very clear. His spiritual senses just help him "know what is happening" and "know why it is happening."
I don’t know how much time and effort it will take, or even more.
Sighing at this time will inevitably damage the remaining morale, so I can only avoid the important thing and say lightly, "Follow me, I have never tried to find anyone here."
It's a pity that William's focus is not in sync with his.
"Alien...wizard!" Probably considering that "heretic" is a derogatory term, he even changed his words in time and changed it to a folk name.
To be honest, it's not much better. In the anecdotes collected by my grandfather, the word "wizard" is used more often than the words "poison" and "evil spells".
If there is a negative typical family portrait, you can usually stand in the middle, or at least you can get a second seat. The one behind the leader with a sinister profile under a half-hood is definitely this identity.
The neutral title should be "spell caster" - the meaning of the word is deconstructed into the user of some kind of supernatural power. Most of the time, just from the wording in the text, you can tell that the writer is sitting on a wooden church chair, which is still very suitable.
Sitting on the iron chair of the court.
But William's tone didn't sound like he was too repulsive to wizards, and he was a little excited, which temporarily overshadowed his self-awareness of being in danger, "Similar to the kind that can walk into the mirror?"
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]
"No, of course not...forget it, just say it is." This is a widely circulated legend. The wizard can walk into the mirror, stretch out his thin fingers from another world, and catch himself washing in front of the mirror in the middle of the night.
of victims, “If this helps you understand the situation.”
Unlike William who had just woken up, he still had to be vigilant about his surroundings and could not spend too much time thinking about unnecessary things.
There is no stopwatch here, so I can only estimate the time by counting my own heartbeats. It has passed more than 800 times now, but when I first arrived, I was in a state of intense exercise, so I have to subtract the part from the quiet heartbeat.
By rough calculation, at least ten minutes have passed, and it would not be a good idea to stay where you are. Based on past experience, people are always the ones who come to the door in the deep layers. It is difficult not to suspect that those things have unknown tracking capabilities.
Unfortunately, it took too long to wait for William to wake up, "Take this."
Kraft handed the torch to William's hand and silently drew his sword. At least when they came, he had enough experience.
You have to pay attention to the extremely subtle changes, such as the first drop of water hitting the stainless steel ceiling on a rainy night, as a precursor, and then the intensive knocking sound follows.
From the soft sound like a button being hammered by the fine stitches, to the sound of the hard tip hitting the rock, the staggered ups and downs are gradually dense and messy from far to near.
His dim ears were unable to distinguish their arrival, and he was still addicted to the illusion of temporary safety under the warm flames. The noise of getting up and grinding against the gravel would erase the chance of detecting them in advance, "Then why didn't you use this... magic earlier?"
William was still asking questions unconsciously.
As a bystander, Kraft probably knew how they had been tricked before: waking up unconscious after being hit at close range, bumping into something with a face unprepared, being lured by some kind of mechanism like the white light of the Creeper.
Towards the depths.
"Quiet, listen carefully." He took a deep breath to make sure he was awake, and took a stance waiting for the thing to appear.
With William's reaction speed, he had to wait until the first face appeared to notice something strange. The numbing sound of continuous jointed limbs no longer sounded like a leisurely crab's legs walking on the rocks, but a centipede using its countless opponents.
Kraft looked at the face and found no familiarity in it. This was not anyone on the crew.
It is rougher than the image of the crew, and is the mark left by the rocky loess that has been with it all year round.
Then came the second and third faces, which were like blisters on the dark screen, popping up disgustingly. When the fourth one appeared, even Kraft's face changed.
Darkness boils, sharp or spiny structures vaguely test the aperture, invisible changes occur within it, wide and flat faces appear one after another, with the distorted and obvious local characteristics.