The fog around the island in the middle of the lake was even colder than Sean had imagined.

Originally, the lake fog was formed by the fact that the water vapor in the lake was relatively abundant, and when the cold air turned into small water droplets. Although Sean is not a top student, he still knows such simple common sense, so he also knows very well that under normal circumstances, lake fog will only appear at dawn or after nightfall, because at noon when the temperature is relatively high, the lake fog basically does not exist. At this time, the lake fog still exists, which can only mean that the temperature of the lake surface is relatively low, and it may only remain at about a few degrees in a constant temperature state, and only in this way will the lake fog not be dispersed under normal circumstances, but become thinner.

But after entering the range of this fog, Sean found that the surrounding temperature was actually below zero.

It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the specific difference between within minus ten degrees and within ten degrees, but as a powerhouse of the Golden Realm, the sensing of the outside temperature is one of the basic abilities of this realm, because this is actually related to the consumption of Dou Qi. Compared with the strong people of the Silver Realm, the fighting spirit of the strong people of the Golden Realm has obvious superiority in terms of quantity and quality, like the masters of the Silver Realm are often unable to release the fighting spirit to form any effective means of attack, but the strong people of the Golden Realm can do it lightly.

Among them, it is especially obvious that in the case of not being able to adapt to their own environment, such as the temperature is too low or too high, the Golden Realm powerhouse will actually subconsciously operate the Dou Qi, allowing it to flow quickly in the body, so as to form a kind of resistance to the surrounding environment. To put it simply, in the game, it will produce a certain resistance amplification, but in the game it is a passive skill. In other words, the player cannot reverse this process, and the amount of vindictive energy will inevitably decrease quietly over time due to the harsh environment.

But in the real world, the situation is manageable.

At this time. Sean simply didn't turn on this ability.

For no other reason, his fighting spirit is not something that can be activated at will like others, and almost every time he activates it, his dark energy bar will rise. This thing is no joke, once the dark energy in his body bursts out beyond the critical point, then the consequences can be imagined - according to Sean's current understanding of the system, this thing is said to have degenerated into a dark slave, it is certainly not as simple as losing the right to control the body and dropping one level like in the game.

It's definitely a lifeless situation.

And the [Pilgrim's Holy Water] he carried. There are only the last two left.

So if you can not use it, it is naturally better to try not to use it.

However, the result of competing with nature is that it does not take long to enter the fog range. Sean began to shiver a little. Because he found that the situation was far worse than he had imagined, it was obvious that it was only a few degrees below zero at first, not long after entering the edge of the fog, and now it gradually deepened into the fog range. Naturally, the temperature is getting lower and lower. It's already minus a dozen degrees Celsius.

Worst of all, the temperature seems to be dropping, and the vague outline of the island in the middle of the lake has not become clear.

Sean's brows couldn't help frowning: "Should it be ......?"

"Yes." Cecilia also nodded helplessly when she heard Sean's words, "It seems that the situation in the Wild Land is even more absurd than we imagined. While saying this. Cecilia was also keenly aware of Sean's problem, so she waved her hand and threw a protection skill that increased fire resistance, which in the game only increased fire resistance. But there are obviously other uses in this world.

Sean, whose body temperature warmed up slightly, immediately understood that this was Cecilia's move, although this was only to change the situation of minus ten degrees to minus two or three degrees, but in terms of Sean's physical element, this bit of Cheng dù had no effect on him. So, he turned his head to Cecilia and smiled slightly, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

Cecilia didn't speak, just a chuckle back.

"What's the situation?" Harding was still at a loss.

"How the hell did you become the king of your tribe?" Sean said helplessly.

"Of course I can." Harding said as a matter of course, "I'm just not very good at thinking, so don't show such a sympathetic look." ”

Sean sighed, and he began to suspect that the reason why Harding suddenly changed his position and decided to make peace with humans was probably just a whim of this guy, and he didn't think about it from a long-term perspective at all. It's just that his political enemies, or the guys who can't beat him, obviously used such guys to exile Harding, and they are the most severe of the Demon Clan's exile crimes.

In the casual conversation between Sean and Harding, Sean now has an understanding of some of the punishment methods for the crimes of the Demon Descendants.

Like Harding's previous behavior of changing the position of the tribe, at best it is naturally a heinous crime, but at a small level, it is just a change in the way of life in the tribe. Therefore, the punishment method of "exile" is debatable, of course, even if the final result is exile, but it is not enough to say that he will be exiled to the surface world, it is completely possible to expel Hatting from the life range of the tribe and let him re-establish a new tribe in the underground world.

The reason why the Demon Descendants have so many ethnic groups, in a tribe-like shape, is that it evolved from this form of punishment. In the same way, this is also the origin of the different factions' positions in the first place, so those demons who are expelled often go to live in other demon groups. A person like Hatting, who was once the king of a clan, is qualified to establish a new race within the range of the demon race that is on the other side.

Sean sighed, obviously not wanting to answer such a stupid question from Harding.

From the outside, the influence range of the fog is hundreds of meters in a narrow form, and considering the location of the island in the middle of the lake and the length of the east-west direction, then when Sean and the others enter a certain distance, they should see that the island in the middle of the lake is likely to have landed on the island at this time. Rather than as it is now, it seems that there is no approach to the island in the middle of the lake at all. The outline of the entire island in the middle of the lake is still blurred.

"Space is distorted again, isn't it?" Heatley asked.

"Obviously." Cecilia spoke, "I feel a palpable wave of magic, even though this space looks like it's in our world. But in reality this is just a 'gate', and you can only reach the real island in the middle of the lake after passing through the guò gate. ”

"That is, it is artificial?" Spector is very keen to capture Cecilia's key words.

"The Blackwater tribe is a tribe whose ancestors worship and believe, so their tribal gods are actually the strongest of the tribes in the past." Sean looked at the island in the middle of the lake, which had begun to become clear, with a solemn face, and he understood that this meant that they were getting closer and closer to the "door" that Cecilia was talking about, "The so-called ancestor worship is actually equivalent to saying that their ancestors failed when they became gods. The power of faith is now being recollected in order to regain its strength and break through to the godhood. …… This also means that those priests in the Blackwater tribe don't have too many divine skills. Naturally, it is impossible to create such a space. ”

"Can you ask you to speak to someone?" Harding's face was depressed again.

"What Sean means is that this space was not created by the people of the Blackwater Tribe, they were just the first to discover this place and use it." Cecilia chuckled, then took on the job of "translator". That is to say. If we enter this island in the middle of the lake, we will not be able to take advantage of the 'geographical advantage' just like the other party, and we will likely encounter strong opponents. ”

"A strong opponent!" When Harding heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, "I'm good at this kind of thing!" ”

"It's useless for you to do it." Sean pursed his lips, "There must be a clear power imprison in this space. Don't forget the situation we were in that distorted space at the beginning, no matter how strong you are, you can only exert the limit of your own physical body. Unable to get help in any other way. …… This space is very similar to that space. ”

"Is it also a refuge for the Grim Reaper?" Heatley let out a exclamation.

"It's not." Cecilia shook her head. "I could feel strong traces of magic, which proved that the space was artificial. This is also the reason why Sean just said that it is impossible for the Blackwater Tribe to create such a space. Totem and witchcraft are prevalent in the Savage Land, which is a bit like the magic that is now popular in the Chainas Empire, but the magic also involves magic in nature, but these spells in the Savage Land are more inclined to the technique of 'bloodline', not pure magic, so it is impossible for them to create a space like this, and naturally it is impossible to create a special teleportation magic like 'door'. ”

"To put it simply, these barbarians in the wilderness can't do magic, why are they so complicated." Harding pursed his lips a little dissatisfied, "So, this space was created by a very powerful magician?" ”

"Yes." Cecilia nodded, but at this time, there was a rare look of excitement on her face, "Maybe this is the half-plane of a certain archmage, the ancestor of the Blackwater tribe just accidentally discovered this spatial anchor and opened it." …… I'm beginning to understand why so many nations are always trying to attack and occupy the Wild Lands, which for many people are indeed a place full of treasures. ”

"yes, it's also a place full of dangers." Sean couldn't help but think of Lake, "Maybe you'll release a lich, or a dragon, or even a devil or a demon." ”

Hearing Sean's words, Cecilia gently held Sean's hand, and then smiled: "Don't worry, I won't be his apprentice." Either way, I wouldn't want to be a lich. ”

Sean looked at Cecilia, smiled, and then reached out and patted the back of Cecilia's hand holding his hand, meaning very clearly: I believe you.

Just as everyone kept discussing, everyone finally arrived at the "door".

Surprisingly, the "door" in front of him was not a portal condensed by pure magical energy, but a whole remnant of an island filled with hazy mist. The place where the boats were anchored was the dock at the edge of the remnant of the island.

"This is actually a real afterimage door!" Cecilia's voice was full of surprise, "It's a half-plane, sure enough!" (To be continued......)

PS: I don't know why I can't reply on the IE page, so I have to say it here. Thanks to the reminder of "Flawless", when I wrote the previous chapter, I thought about it when calculating the area of the lake, and it turned out that the area of the lake was too small, and I was still wondering what was wrong, but I couldn't find it, and now I understand it. The previous text has been revised to change 5,000 square meters to 8,000,000 square meters. …… Well, it seems to be a very large area.