87_87643 Shortly after, Sweetwater's dog suddenly began barking.

A night shift militiaman took a few steps away from his post, put his spear next to him, turned his back to the wooden fence and began to urinate. Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine, a damp and dark chill running down his scalp to his tail vertebrae, causing him to shiver violently and almost pee on his new shoes.

He fastened his trouser belt and rubbed his nose to sneeze, but opened his mouth a few times to no avail. The two big yellow dogs guarding the gate had been barking at the wilderness outside the town for a long time, and even the leash on which the dogs were leashed tightly, but the men in charge of the lookout had noticed nothing. It must be those damn adventurers. Ever since they heard about the sightings of winter wolves around the town, the coyotes and wild dogs in the vicinity have suffered, which is nothing, and it can be regarded as protecting everyone's livestock...... But at least clean it up? It smells of blood everywhere!

The militia spat on the snow and grabbed their spears to feel something was wrong. Why didn't the dogs bark? He looked back with some amazement—and found that the two old dogs, who were usually fierce in the soles of their shoes and sticks, were now lying down with their bellies against the snow, shaking like chaff, burying their mouths between their two front paws, and whimpering in fear. He turned the shaft of the spear and slapped the hound's ass lightly, but there was no response.

Cold air penetrates the bone marrow. In the dark, some kind of force controlled him, making him look up involuntarily. The full moon hanging above the watchtower was painted with a layer of blurred red edges like water, and the figure of the sentry on the watchtower was also quite strange.

The sentry was staring into the distance in amazement—as if enchanted, not even knowing that the hunting bow had fallen from his shoulder to his elbow. Not to mention raising the alarm.

The militiaman with the spear also turned his head in his gaze. The fields outside the town and the spruce forests farther away seemed to begin to burn, twisting and shaking unnaturally in the moonlight. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, trying to look into the gray, cold shadows. It didn't take long for his eyes to widen with horror.

"Oh my God. ”

Morriel woke up from his sleep. She sat up, stretched out her hand to the butter candle on the wooden table and whispered a word, and the crudely made butter candle lit up, not lit, but the whole candle glowed with a gentle white glow, illuminating the room.

"What's wrong. Sister Morriel?" Carrot on the other bed also half-stood up, rubbing his eyes.

Morrill put on his shoes, bent down and tucked his trousers into the shafts: "It's nothing, I'll go out and see." ”

As she pushed the door open, her gaze was out of the narrow, dark hallway of the inn, and through the walls to the street outside. The mage's eyes sparkled like jewels from the magic, and she saw the black carriage galloping from the gates of Sweetwater. Although the streets of the town were nothing more than dirt roads covered with snow, there was no snow foam and smoke at all under the flying of the four horses and sixteen hooves pulling the cart, and there were no rut marks. Only the two lanterns hanging at the front of the carriage marked a pair of ghostly pale yellow tracks in the night, as if the exquisite carriage was just a gust of wind blowing down the road.

Morriel frowned, for the emblem on the carriage was so familiar to her—it was all too familiar.

"I think someone is coming for us. She said to Forty-Seven who came out of the next room.

The proprietress was directing her daughters to clean the lobby on the first floor when she heard a rhythmic knock on the door. She slammed the stool in her hand on the table, and shouted in a rough voice: "It's closed, drunkards! Go back too late and watch out for your women to teach you a lesson with a broom!"

The knocking stopped, but then the door of the hotel was gently pushed open. The hardwood latch didn't even put up a little tougher resistance before it broke off in several pieces and fell to the ground. The portal opened, and a cold and wet air rushed in.

"Bastard! I said it was closed—" The proprietress probably thought she had forgotten to plug in the door. Waving her arms, she was about to walk over and give the visitor a scolding scold, but the other party was obviously faster than her. A pale and thin hand pressed her shoulder, and easily pressed the proprietress more than 200 pounds of body into the chair. In an instant, the black-robed man who crossed half of the hall put the index finger of his other hand to his mouth to signal her to silence. Skinny fingers and thin, almost bloodless lips form a cross. His pupils were small, as thin as pinholes. The proprietress looked into his eyes in a daze, her whole body was stiff and paralyzed, and she couldn't move, and she still maintained a mouth shape that seemed to be about to make a vowel. The cuffs of the black-robed man fell a little, revealing a bright red lining.

"Is business so sluggish?When did you start burglary, Lord Di?" Morriel said slowly. Forty-seven stood on the second floor of the duplex and looked down on the group of uninvited guests, their armor and hair shining.

The last middle-aged man to walk into the inn smiled at the female mage.

"You're still so sharp-tongued, little Moriel. His hair was combed back to the ground. Wearing silk white gloves, a coat with a hem just above the knee, empty piping on the cuffs and neckline, and a snake-like blood-red satin placket - such a strange outfit looked personable.

The middle-aged man named Di waved his hand, and the black-robed attendants immediately retreated behind him humbly, including the one who suppressed the proprietress of the house.

"But I really didn't expect it...... You can achieve such an amazing thing. Di took a few steps forward and looked across a table with Moriel, "The red-robed mage will be proud of you." ”

Morrill touched the corner of the table and rubbed his fingers in front of his eyes, as if to check if it was clean.

"Your Excellency...... I don't think you leave Sail very often. I suppose you came all the way to this wild northland, not just to compliment me a few words?"

Di smiled reservedly. For a moment, his pupils suddenly became narrow, like some kind of reptile, like a snake or a lizard, but in a blink of an eye, they reverted to their original form: "Of course, Moriel." I think you'll be happy to hear that. ”

He paused to accentuate his tone, "Moriel." Mentor Victor wants to see you. ”

About an hour later, Morriel, Carro, and Forty-Seven were all in the carriage. In fact, it didn't take so long, but during this time, Di has been standing patiently in the lobby and waiting, and his expression has not changed. The spacious and luxurious carriages were covered with delicate blankets, and the comfortable seats were also heavily cushioned, but they were still a little cold and felt like a tomb.

Forty-seven occupies a seat on one side, lifting

Look out. The carriage was already on the road, and four handsome and tall black horses were running. Neither the sound of horses' hooves nor the rattling of noses. The view from the window was also a bit strange. Whether it was the low, humble houses in Sweetwater, or the hills and trees outside the town, it seemed that they were covered with a lingering haze, and it looked like there was a dark ghost—when the carriage rushed out of the town gate just now, there was even a soldier standing with a spear, but he showed no signs of being knocked down, and he sat down in the snow until the carriage had already left the distance, and after a while, Forty-Seven heard his faint exclamation.

"We are now walking between the physical realm and the shadow plane. Morriel stopped Forty-Seven from trying to open the window: "It's a wonderful feeling. Right?"

Forty-seven sat back in his place and put his feet on the coffee table in front of him: "Space travel again? What about the guys?"

Morriel also leaned back on the mat and closed his eyes, and Kyro was already asleep next to her like a kitten: "Who knows. You can't lose it...... Vampires who have lived for hundreds of years, even if they don't grow, always have some unique tricks. ”

"Vampires?" Forty-Seven looked back and forth at the windows on both sides, but still found no trace of Dee and his black-robed attendants, "I knew I should have taken off his gloves and looked." ”

Taking advantage of this ride in the Shadow Carriage, Morriel began to investigate how the magic that sustained it somewhere between the physical and the shadowy worked. She emanated the tentacles of her thoughts from her mind, trying to connect them to the net. A large number of chaotic magic jumps appeared before her eyes. It seems like countless elves playing hide and seek with her. The female mage concentrated, trying to capture every scurrying particle with her mind, and gradually summed up a vein map with a regular flow in it.

A discordant picture suddenly jumped into my mind. Probably because Morrill stretched his mind too far. Or maybe it was because she had this thought in her subconscious - anyway, she saw a frightened and stiff face.

A layer of white frost condensed on that face, and even the eyeballs were frozen. It appeared to be a warrior with a longbow with a broken string in his hand, and he died in the woods.

Not far from this corpse. Three giant gray-white wolves were circling around several figures who were struggling to support themselves in a back-to-back circle. Their ice-blue eyes shone with a faint glow, and Morriel could even see the horrified expressions of the adventurers. The monstrous wolf spat out cold air mixed with ice chips in turn, and the sturdy warrior in the inn, who boasted that "what is a winter wolf", used his large shield to withstand most of the cold spitting as much as possible. But the blue glow on the shield was fading. The guy who laughed at him earlier was actually with him, and when a winter wolf tried to pounce from the side, trying to open the gap, he stabbed out a sword decisively and quickly, and the sudden fire on the tip of the sword made the winter wolf let out a low howl and retreat, it seems that their self-confidence is still supported by a certain strength - but the three winter wolves who hunt together are still beyond the scope of their ability for these two adventure groups.

An adventurer with a halberd to defend the back of a strong warrior begins to move in disarray, some out of touch with his companions. The ferocious and cunning predators immediately seized the opportunity, one wolf pounced on the halberd shaft with its jaw wide open, and then turned its head, and the force of its huge ten-foot-long body immediately staggered him down, and the other two winter wolves spewed cold air at the same time to force the others back. The halberd warrior howled loudly and tried to get up and run away, but the winter wolf reacted much faster than him, and the sharp teeth hanging from the ice bit the back of his neck at once, and the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible even to the female mage who was observing with the eyes of the mind.

They won't last long.

Morriel opened her eyes, and the Shadow Carriage was carrying her away from the killing. When they quarreled in the inn at noon, they must not have expected that their lives would end in the evening—just as Morriel did not expect his ordinary leisure life to end so soon.

It's all the path we've chosen. Morrill stretched out his slender fingers and slowly drew what looked like a mess of shapes on the car window. The subtle trails of light are generated with the movement of the fingers, then dissipated, and finally at the end, they are just connected to the first stroke.

Shadows stirred outside the window. Moriel's spell extracts a portion of the energy from the material realm and the shadow realm and mixes it to create a dark and terrifying dog. These magical creatures broke away from the vague black clouds that shrouded the heavens and the earth, barking excitedly, ready to kill as much as they wanted in their short lives to please their masters.

Watching the Shadow Dog leave, Morriel leaned back on the mat again. She couldn't tell why she was helping the unfortunate ones, it was boring and meaningless - those who didn't learn to be good will never be able to learn, and those who are good will long since they stopped being adventurers. But whatever. Even if those guys are lucky. Anyway...... Morrill glanced at Forty-Seven. This guy is playing with his hands, making the scales on the back of his hands change shape.

I'm actually quite lucky.

Victor. Morrill didn't really want to meet this old monster whose name was honestly like the third grandson when it came to him, which all the red-robed mages were afraid of. But seriously, she really didn't have the guts to take his words as wind in her ears. And there must always be a settlement between himself and the Red Robe Mage Association...... Things work themselves out.

At the end of the journey is another magic circle. The Shadow Carriage, without a coachman, led them to an underground hall with no access to the carriage.

Di and the black-robed servants were already waiting here.

"Please, Miss Morrill. Di stood in the center of the carved stone slabs, the flickering flames of the surrounding stone pillars cast shadows on his face.

Everyone stood behind the mysterious words and symbols—Forty-Seven looked at Di's left hand with bad intentions. Those flames grew higher and louder. The flames gradually joined in a circle, forming an incandescent but not scorching ring of fire, rising and shrinking.

The flames burned along the figure on the ground, providing enough space to open a passage into the distance. Finally, after a violent flicker of sparks, a huge dark shadow appeared in the flames, covering the entire circle.

The fire was extinguished. The underground hall was immediately pitch black—everyone had been teleported to the other side of the shadows. Only the shadow carriage stood silently, without a single neigh