Damn it! "Pleasant kicked a small stone away from his feet, and the expression on his face became extremely ugly.
Oh, a big job, as if it was transferred by some kind of space magic, and disappeared on this foggy street for no reason.
With her pitiful extraordinary background and experience, the probability of walking out of the fog alone without any help can be said to be extremely slim.
It's hard for Pleasant not to worry about this child with whom he has a very close relationship. Why did she suddenly disappear? Where is she now? Is she... still alive?
"It was really a wrong decision to let this kid come to this hellish place with me." Plisson stroked his forehead, looking quite troubled.
Not only Ou disappeared, but Plisson himself did not have complete confidence in whether he could get out of this fog.
He looked up and around. The buildings on both sides of the street were shrouded in fog, and only vague wheels could be seen. But even so, Plisson still found a clue in the surrounding scene.
Pleasant's pupils were slightly dim, as if he had found some clues, and the confusion in his eyes slightly weakened.
"This ghost place is definitely not that simple."
"There are even doubts about whether this is the real Inriges." Plisson looked at the ancient stones paved on the road and said to himself, while reaching out and taking out Kuanglan from the core. .
The street he was on now was not at all the one she and Onai had walked through just now.
Plissen tapped the stone on the ground with the tip of Kuanglan's sword, and his thoughts gradually became clearer. He walked basically straight, along the street. Even in such a dense fog, it was basically impossible for him to go wrong or go astray in such a short distance.
But the general outlines of the surrounding houses and buildings clearly made him feel that they were somewhat different from the ones just now. What was going on?
Pleasant used the blade of his sword to carve a striking mark on the stone bricks on the ground. An answer gradually emerged in his mind, but the truth of this answer still needs to be proven in practice.
Pleasant walked forward a few steps, then looked back at where he was just now. The sword marks on the floor tiles were still very clear. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move forward, carefully counting his steps as he moved forward. He walked thirty steps before stopping.
He looked at the surrounding area again. The surrounding buildings were roughly the same under the fog. Because when he came here just now, he didn't pay much attention to them because of Onai's disappearance. He only had a rough impression and couldn't tell any obvious differences between the streets just now and the streets now. different.
But if you return to the place just now, you can tell the reason.
Pleasant turned around and walked back, still walking thirty years. His pace and span were the same as before, and the difference was no more than a few meters at most.
Pleasant repeatedly observed the stones on the ground in a place that was almost the same as before. He even walked forward and backward a few times, but he still didn't find the sword mark he left.
It seemed that he was right. He had just been teleported to another similar street in the city by some unknown force.
"Teleportation array? From the very beginning to now, the surrounding scenes have definitely changed more than twice. It's not like a single interface for teleportation, but more like a chaotic space festival with random teleportation characteristics, a space that people can't use. Spatial nodes visible to the naked eye." Plisson thought.
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Once someone passes through the space festival, the chaotic space force will randomly teleport them to a nearby place. Because it is random, the place where each individual is teleported is different.
But if this is the case, then it stands to reason that after disappearing in Onai, both of them were randomly teleported to another place. They should be far away from that space node, but now I haven't found the sword I just drew. In other words, I should have been teleported twice. "
Could it be that this city has not just one special space festival, but two? Three? Perhaps more, what happened in this city before? Why is it covered by such a thick fog that lingers all day long? And why are there so many chaotic spatial nodes?
Pleasant bows his head
Thinking about it, he originally thought that the truth buried under the fog would be linked by countless clues, but he never thought that the fog was covered by a deeper layer of fog.
"No, I need to experiment more. I need to find out how many special space nodes there are in this damn place. The ordering of the space nodes should be orderly. I will definitely be able to find some rules."
"Even if there were more than a dozen legendary mages who are proficient in space field magic jointly deployed in this hellish place before, I would still have to clear this place."
Pleasant firmed up his determination, then looked at the street in front of him and took a step forward.
But just by taking this step, the scene around Plisson changed again. The originally wide street suddenly turned into a narrow and dim space. The buildings and houses on both sides changed from Plisson's in an instant. The vision disappeared and turned into two dark walls.
Pleasant's foot seemed to have tripped over something. The momentary failure directly caused Pleasant, who had not yet reacted to the scene around him, to lean forward and fall.
In a daze, Pleasant seemed to hear a woman's voice, and then felt his body hit something soft. This touch was definitely not a bed quilt or soft, but more like the skin and flesh of some kind of creature.
Pleasant supported himself with one hand and covered his head with the other as he slowly climbed up from the ground, trying to see clearly what he had just hit. Leeson was startled.
There was another person lying on the ground in front of him, a black-haired woman wearing dark black leather armor. This woman is none other than Luas, the aide-de-camp of Norton Governor Vitor in the Imperial Navy who successfully blinded Pleasant in one eye.
Luas covered her chest and climbed up from the ground with some pain. She opened her eyes to see clearly what suddenly appeared in front of him and hit her hard, and then she froze.
"tigress?"
"Black Crow?"
The two looked at each other, and after seeing each other's faces clearly, their eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.
"Why are you here?"
The two looked at each other and said the same sentence, and then they took out their weapons in unison.
"Aren't you dead yet?" Luas asked.
"Because of some luck, I didn't die." Plisson patted himself and said calmly.
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"Then I don't mind sending you back to the Styx immediately." Luas tightened the black short blade in his hand.
"The anger is so great that when old friends meet, they start shouting and killing each other."
"I shouted to fight and kill? When you said this, you didn't put down the sword in your hand first." Anger flashed on Luas's face, "Who is your old friend?"
"You don't have to be so hostile. Those past grudges are really not worth the current situation between you and me. What's more, if you and I really fight in this environment, both for you and me. None of them are good at all, and in the end I’m afraid there will only be a lose-lose outcome.”
"I believe you are in trouble here like me. Instead of fighting to death here, why not sit down and have a good talk together and work together to solve the existing troubles." Plisson spread his hands and said.
They are now in a small room with tight doors and windows and a dark environment. The only lighting source in the room is a special lamp burning magic dust. Logically speaking, even if this kind of lamp has only a little bit of magic dust, It can maintain a fire for a very long time, but after countless years of erosion, the magic dust it was originally filled with has burned away. The firelight now emitted by this burning lamp is very weak, and it can only play a very limited lighting role.
In such a small situation with low visibility, without the blessing of the blood of the black crow, if he really fights against Luas, who is good at assassination and fighting, there will definitely be no good result.
In this environment, even if Luas couldn't kill Plisson, he could easily make a few big wounds on him.
Under normal circumstances, considering the great knight's physical fitness and self-healing ability, as long as it is not a fatal injury or a limb is cut, ordinary wounds will not cause much damage.
Impact.
But he was facing Lu Ya. This guy had an extremely disgusting god. Being stabbed by her was not a matter of breaking bones and bleeding.
It would not be a wise choice for both parties to initiate a conflict at this stage. For Pleasant, he cares more about current gains and losses than past grudges.
"Without that weird potion, I don't think you have the strength to hurt both of us." Luas said in a low voice.
"Are you sure?" Plisson began to send out the extraordinary fluctuations of the mid-level knight
When did this guy become an awakener? Or is it correct? Did he jump two levels in a row?
Luas was startled and she retreated a few steps until she was against the wall of the room.
Both were mid-ranking cavalry, so the positions of both sides were immediately equal.
"Tell me, why are you here? What kind of cooperation do you want?" Luas put away the short blade in his hand.
"Wise choice." Plissen took back Kuanglan's sword, showing that he was not evil, and at the same time took a step closer to the opponent.
"You don't seem to have answered my question." Luas' eyes were sharp, and the retracted short blade seemed to be about to be drawn out again.
"Miss Colonel, are you referring to why I came here? It's a long story." Pleasant sighed, and then like a bard, he began to slowly tell his experience.
Like the despicable savior
Feeling sad and happy
