Gritting my teeth, I jumped into the surging black mist beside me.
I cautiously walked towards Ilsalaine and towards the place where Xavius was standing just now.
I pricked my ears and tensed up. Whenever I heard the slightest movement of wind behind Ilsalaine's screams, I froze in place and remained motionless for a long time.
After a long while, I finally arrived there silently.
It was only then that I discovered that there were long and short magic lines drawn on the soil here, forming a dark and obscure magic circle.
At this moment, the magic circle seemed to be about to stop functioning, and it was spitting out black and stinking muddy water with great difficulty, but this did not prevent it from making the surrounding area muddy.
My steps have always been brisk, so I didn't leave any footprints, but what about Xavius? How did he get out of here without leaving a trace? !
If he is just a bubble, what is this damn magic circle on the ground all about? !
Thinking this, I closed my eyes slightly. When I opened them again, I found a dark, dazzling magic light in the center of the magic circle.
My eyes stung.
oh!
I immediately averted my eyes!
After hesitating for a moment, I didn't dare to touch the black magic ball rashly, but looked at the soft black light next to it.
The more I concentrate, the clearer my vision becomes.
When my sour eyes narrowed into slits, I could even see and discern the magic threads in the light.
They do not contain any violent energy, on the contrary, they are very weak and obscure.
After thinking for a moment, I stretched out my hands towards them.
Perhaps it was because of the perfect affinity between shadow and soul. At that moment, I could feel the shadow energy connecting with my soul.
In my mind, I seemed to clearly see that the shadow energy was actually magic threads, and they were wandering in the void like a group of snakes.
One of them exuded a fresh aura of hot and cold shadow energy, with some burning red pus still remaining on it.
Oh, there's only one name that comes to mind, Xavius.
So, the Xavius I saw just now was probably not a phantom. He actually existed in Ilsalaine's nightmare just now? ! Now, he followed the far-reaching thread and entered the "island" floating in the distance? !
Oh, and what is the "island"? ! Someone else's nightmare? !
Woo--
The magic circle is shaking, spinning slowly, and is about to go out!
"...Oh, just die!" At that moment, I bit my lips and let myself merge into the magic thread!
*
I just felt like I was being dragged forward by a huge invisible force, and with a swish, I fell into a dream again.
This isn't a nightmare!
It's colorful and lively here.
The elves are like glowing grapes, falling from the sky in bunches with laughter.
Night elf children in colorful clothes run carefree on the wet streets.
On the arrow tower, Scarlett and her sisters held moon blades and scanned every corner of the village with burning eyes.
When passing by the blacksmith shop, I even saw Ilsalaine holding an explosion on her head, sweating hard, and working hard to forge the iron!
There is no doubt that this is the old Trilan Hill.
oh……
oh! Xavius wants to corrupt this dream, doesn't he? !
*
As if in response to my question, at that moment, there was a sudden movement at the other end of the street!
A dark shadow energy appeared out of thin air on the ground. It spat out black mud like a fountain, turning the surrounding floor tiles black in the blink of an eye.
Then, in the black hole of the spring, a monster with bright red pus flowing all over its body and two horns on its head crawled out!
Oh my God!
Xavius!
Facing him again, I realized that my instinctive fear was aroused again.
Dragging my trembling legs, I threw myself into the ditch and into the surging black clouds inside.
Swish, swish, swish--
I heard his footsteps approaching, and the surging shadow air whizzed around me, almost making me unable to breathe!
Swish, swish, swish--
Closer.
Just when I thought he had discovered me, he walked past me without stopping, without even looking at me!
And the villagers around me didn't seem to see the scary big guy at all, and were still minding their own business, even though the black muddy water quickly soiled their boots and climbed up to their waists!
what happened? !
"I saw you!" Unexpectedly, I heard Xavius's sneer, and that voice made my heart that had just dropped jump into my throat again.
However, I soon discovered that he was not talking to me. He was talking to the little elf girl in the crowd with a high ponytail and a willow bow in her hand!
The girl seemed to be able to see him, and the monster's bright red figure was printed in her frightened pupils!
"No..." She opened her mouth, suddenly threw the thing in her hand, then turned around and ran, "Don't come here!"
