The black sea of fog is no longer turbulent before, and now it is as calm as a smooth mirror, without the slightest ripples and undulations. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Robzek, Moore and others who accidentally fell into it seemed to be a great gain for the Erebos Box, but now that it is temporarily satisfied, it no longer expands, allowing other mages and ecclesiastical personnel to set up circles around them and restrict their movements.

But even so, no one dared to approach this terrifying existence, seeing the sight of the gold-level and Extreme Intention level powerhouses being engulfed without resistance, everyone was afraid of this black mist, even if they arranged the magic circle from a distance, they were also tragic, as if they were about to be generous and righteous.

But there is one person who is different.

A clear, rhythmic sound of footsteps sounded, and a black-haired man walked calmly towards the black mist, as if the danger contained in it was completely absent.

"Huh?! This, wait! ”

A young mage noticed this person's movements, and immediately wanted to stop it in a panic, but suddenly, the black sea of fog seemed to sense that someone was actively approaching, and layers of fog waves surged towards that person, which immediately frightened him and wanted to turn around and run away, and loudly alerted the people around him, and the strange black fog began to expand again.

But then, the mage closed his mouth in astonishment, and he could only stare at everything in front of him.

The black waves were surging, puffing up a huge wave nearly twenty meters high, and it shot at the black-haired man violently, but for some reason, it quickly calmed down into a mirror-like plane in front of the warriors, and then, the turbulent sea of fog naturally separated, as if Moses divided the sea, and a passage for one person to move forward appeared in the fog.

The black-haired man naturally made his way down the passage, the mist slowly closing behind him, and the rhythmic sound of clear footsteps gradually disappeared into the sea of fog.

All is calm again.

In the black sea of mist, Joshua looked at the churning darkness around him with interest, and he even deliberately stretched out his hand, ready to touch these mist, but the warrior's body seemed to have repulsive power, no matter how fast he stretched out his hand, those spiritual mist also left at the same speed.

"Is the rejection between divinities so great?"

After pondering for a while, Joshua didn't expect this to be the case now, his original plan was to take the initiative to enter this mist of divine misfortune, and then clear the level - that is, to crack its dream.

In this way, the people who were previously trapped in the fog will also wake up, and the warriors themselves can also get a benefit, and they can move their hands and feet even more, isn't it beautiful to think about it? But now, the fog had put him to sleep, and it was a little difficult to even get close to him.

"It's not for nothing that they accidentally got the divine guy in their previous life, but it's not difficult for them to enter the Divine Doom Mist copy, it should just be that the god mark in this Erebos box is too weak, and even I, a person with only a trace of divinity, can't pull it in."

Since this is already the case, there is only this explanation, and Joshua no longer thinks about the reason, anyway, the situation has changed, and the plan naturally needs to be changed, and now he is simply looking for those unlucky guys who have fallen into a dream in this fog, after all, the black fog is not the same as the harmless fog of thinking in the previous life, it has a trace of weird negative energy, and it is very corrosive.

Robzek, the paladin, is okay to say that mages like Moore and Hasselblad can't stand it for long.

Now, Joshua is walking in the black sea with a semicircular bubble about five meters in diameter, surrounded by a bottomless darkness, and it is impossible to see the direction of progress, but the warrior does not need to use his eyes to find a target now, in his field of vision, only two flames of life are burning in the fog on the surface of the earth.

A fire of life is like a dazzling star, flashing with a dazzling and divine light, which is undoubtedly the Paladin Robzek's, even the black mist can't make him weak, while the other fire of life is a little dim, it can be seen that his physical condition is not good now, but there is a faint circle of ancient runes around the periphery of this light, locking the loss of life.

"You never know how many defenses a mage has......"

Muttering softly, Joshua knew very well how difficult it was for a mage who was well prepared, if it weren't for the fact that something like the Divine Mist that they had never seen before, it would be impossible for an old mage like Moore who had participated in several orc wars to make a mistake here, even if he was thrown into the abyss, it would make these guys who are proficient in teleportation technology suffer a little at most.

Along the way, you can see that the surrounding houses have shown obvious wind erosion marks, which would take tens or hundreds of years to appear under natural conditions, and the surface of the solid 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 of the paladin and mage.

He saw these two, perhaps the first people in thousands of years to fall into the dream of divine misfortune.

Standing in the front position was the old mage Moore.

His full name is Tamara Moore, his ancestral home is the wind-eroded desert near the Black Forest in the south of the empire, and he once fought side by side with Nostradamus in the orc war, leading the imperial mage brigade at that time against the enemy's royal court sacrifice group, and the two have a close relationship and can be regarded as friends.

Although the old mage is now in a deep sleep, his posture is still as straight as a soldier, not at all like an old man of seventy or eighty years old, the gray robe on his body is flowing with ancient runes, and the blue and white electricity flashes on it, repelling the surrounding black fog, but even so, Moore's expression still has a trace of pain, his snow-white hair and beard are trembling uneasily, and the hand holding the staff is also full of green tendons, it can be seen that his dream is not very comfortable.

Without saying a word, Joshua lifted Moore up, he grabbed the collar behind the old mage with one hand, and grabbed the belt around the other man's waist with the other, although the magic energy lightning on the robe kept bombarding the warrior's hand, but his behavior did not change in the slightest, Joshua looked at the direction without changing his face, and then threw Moore outward-

Suddenly, like a stone thrown by a trebuchet, the poor old man broke through the layers of black fog with a piercing roar, and fell towards Nostradamus and the others who were talking and analyzing.

"What?!"

For a moment, he thought it was a new attack method of the Black Mist Sea, and the old mage subconsciously prepared to intercept it with a spell, but after all, he was a mage of the extreme intention level, and it only took a thousandth of a second to distinguish that the gray slingstone was his friend, so the magic power that was about to transform into a blazing fireball instantly changed its form and turned into an invisible big hand, catching the other party.

Gently putting down Moore, who was very ugly and seemed to be in a bad state, Nostradamus didn't have time to observe the other party's situation, so he looked at the dark sea of fog with shocked eyes with the other mages around him, and he muttered to himself, "Even if it's a rescue...... Also, there's no need to throw it away. ”

"Mentor, he hasn't woken up yet!"

Hurriedly walked in front of his mentor, the young mage named Vera quickly checked his teacher's condition, after all, he was also a silver high-level mage, and quickly saw the current situation of the old mage: "His soul was imprisoned by an inexplicable force, and now he is ...... Dreaming? ”

At this, his tone couldn't help but become a little hesitant.

Spells that can imprison souls, no matter what the purpose, are inherently evil, not to mention that the black mist itself has negative energy and is strongly corrosive, and many mages have basically divided the ancient races and their gods who worship the box of Erebos into a group of evil gods.

But the current state of Moore is not very bad, although this power imprisons the soul, but there is a hint of sacredness, although it is weird, but the old mage is indeed just dreaming now, and he is not tortured, the reason why his face is ugly, and he looks very bad, one reason is that he may have a nightmare, and the other reason should be that Joshua threw it too hard, and accidentally flashed to the old mage's waist......

In the mist, the warrior stopped in place, and he didn't make a move, and went to throw Robzek out of the black fog as well.

Joshua's brows furrowed, his eyes dimmed, as if his spirit had left his body, and the black mist around him was surging for a while, but it still couldn't penetrate the range of five meters around the warrior's body.

After a long time, Joshua's eyes regained their brightness, he exhaled a long breath, looked out of the fog with some doubts, the direction he had thrown Moore out before, and said softly: "Just now, that was his dream?" ”

Before, just as the warrior grabbed the old mage and threw him out of the black fog neatly, blurred visions began to circulate in front of his eyes, and between the light and shadow, it seemed to fall into a dream.

It was a vast plain, with half-man-tall pastures swaying in the wind, a gloomy sky full of dark clouds, and a moist smell in the air, and a little rain drifting in the wind before falling to the earth.

Two armies are facing each other on this plain, one side is well-equipped, and the array of troops is sophisticated and orderly, like a well-functioning machine, while the other side is scattered in formation, and the equipment is uneven, but only the vigorous fighting spirit is commendable.

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

Without leaving anyone with time to think, the two armies began to move, and the two sides collided with each other in unison, or chaotic steps, and in just a few minutes, the orc formation was completely scattered, while the human army was under the precise command of the commander, eating away at the orc troops little by little.

On one side is the elite human army with excellent commanders, and on the other side is the orc motley army that may not have a leader at all, even people who don't understand military affairs can know when they see this scene, and there is no suspense about the outcome of this battle.

But the orcs are unexpectedly tenacious, although their formation is sparse, almost all of them fight alone, but relying on the strong physique and tenacity of the orcs, this ragtag army actually entangled the human army in place, and they used their lives to delay the pace of the human army's regrouping, until an elite heavy cavalry force roared and charged from afar.

It was a terrifying orc cavalry unit with all one-horned stone rhinos as its mounts, and their formation was different from that of their own compatriots, and they were in unison and rhythmic, and they silently and quickly crossed the vast grassland, and swooped towards the battlefield, the clouds converging overhead, and the lightning and wind began to howl across the sky as the sky darkened.

With the uniform pace of the stone rhino, the human army could already feel the violent shaking of the earth, but their formation had not yet returned to its original state, and the remaining orc army was still holding back to the death, and they seemed to know the fact that they would definitely die, so they simply paid for their lives without the slightest hesitation.

With lightning and thunder in the sky, the icy rainstorm fell, the sky completely darkened, the visibility of the entire battlefield was drastically reduced, and it was impossible for the human army to reorganize its formation, and at the same time, the roar of the earth caused by the stone rhino charge on the ground was also like real thunder, rolling in from afar.

Slaughter.

The army that did not have a good lineup and established a good position was completely powerless to fight back in the face of the fierce beast charge comparable to the one-horned stone rhinoceros, not to mention that the orc warriors sitting on these beasts generally had the strength of the silver middle level or above, and they all had a fighting spirit and could assist their mounts to advance more fiercely.

In just a few tens of minutes, the lineup of the entire human army was like the orc motley army that was scattered by them, becoming scattered, and even the flags were broken, in the rainstorm, it seemed that because the commander had been killed, the remnants of the human army could only retreat in all directions in panic without orders, and the result was naturally that they were chased by the orc cavalry one by one, captured, and then killed.

Only a few people who were extremely lucky were spared by the chaos caused by the torrential rain.

Among them, there was a young mage wearing a gray robe with a blank expression.

Just by looking at his expression, you can know that he is not actually nervous, whether it is the war with the orc army or the sudden attack by the heavy cavalry, this young mage has not a trace of fear, he is just confused, wondering why he is here.

I wonder why he would have crossed decades and returned to the battlefield that made him desperate and determined to be the one who could 'survive under any circumstances'.

And Joshua now vaguely knows this reason.

"The god of despair and luck."

Whispering the name he had vaguely learned from the vague vision, the warrior narrowed his eyes, then grinned silently.

"Interesting."

"This is the name of a god I have never heard in my previous life."