There was a loud bang, and dazzling fire flashed in front of his eyes. Several fireballs penetrated the door and hit Jiang Chenchuan directly. Unfortunately, they did not hit even once.
Jiang Chenchuan appeared from around the corner and watched as the fireball hitting the wall turned into ashes, and the spell it carried also disappeared.
The sharp sword tore the side door into pieces, and a black monster head stretched in. It was full of anger, probing around. Then, his angry expression gradually turned into confusion.
"Huh?"
The human aura that could still be felt just now disappeared in an instant, and there were indeed traces of activity in the corridor.
"Gone?"
Only the monster was left talking to himself.
Jiang Chenchuan was indeed missing, but he couldn't be said to have disappeared. Rather, he decided to run away the moment he saw the spell.
Spellcasters are inherently difficult to deal with, and their mentality changes after turning into monsters, causing most infected people to attack as soon as they see ordinary people and refuse to communicate.
You know, if the attack just now had hit him, Jiang Chenchuan would have been lying on the corridor unable to move.
It was better to stay away from that numbing pressure. Jiang Chenchuan was running around the Spellcasters Association with a recycling box. The broken limbs and corpses of unknown creatures were piled up everywhere. In all kinds of dark corners.
The cold air flowed freely in the narrow passage. He didn't know how far he had gone. He was far away from the oppressive breath. He probably entered the interior of the Spell Masters Association. The surrounding decorations and murals were all changed. changed.
In order to leave as quickly as possible without alerting others, Jiang Chenchuan tried his best to tread lightly. Most of the rooms had been damaged, with various decorations scattered on the floor, as well as broken furniture and books.
Perhaps the abnormal airflow disturbed the normal breath, so even if Jiang Chenchuan observed in various rooms, no infected person came to trouble him.
However, the screams coming from outside from time to time reminded Jiang Chenchuan of the cruelty of the Spell Masters Association. It was not that the infected were willing to communicate with him, but that he had the ability to kill the infected so that he could communicate.
Dust filled the dilapidated building, and the complicated passages and corridors made him almost lost in the association.
I opened a small door that looked like an exit again, only to find a wider space inside.
There was nothing in the empty room except for a chair with a backrest. From a distance, it seemed like there was someone sitting there.
The figure did not look like an infected person, but four long chains were pulled from both sides, imprisoning his wrists and ankles.
"Is there anyone?"
Jiang Chenchuan tried to speak out.
But the man didn't respond to him. Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Jiang Chenchuan looked at the corridor and saw that there were no infected people passing by, and then quietly walked in.
Click——
The door was locked and the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could come in, so the room was dark and only the back of the man sitting could be seen faintly.
He approached slowly, one step at a time. In the lightless room, he could only open the gray curtains in front of him.
There was a crash.
The warm and soft sunlight poured in through the glass, as if giving every object in the room a layer of gold powder.
"I'm actually...still alive..."
I don’t know why, but the person who was just sitting on the chair suddenly moved. The old voice was forced out of his throat, and it seemed like a human being who had died and came back to life, sighing at the miracle of life.
Turning around, he saw an extremely old face, with layers of wrinkles covering his face, making it very difficult to even raise his eyelids. .
"...You...are not...a Ronark..."
With just one glance, the old man said this.
After all, he has a typical appearance of Yinglan Beier, so it is not unusual for him to be recognized.
The icy winter blew up gusts of cold wind, and the breath they exhaled turned into white mist. Ordinary infected people could hardly
He almost doesn't get close to here, as if he is afraid of something.
The architecture of the Spellcasters Association remains exquisite. There are faint lights flashing in the room, outlining an alien silhouette. That figure probably does not look like a human being.
The streets of Qingshi Road are filled with strange auras, and the smell of blood can still be smelled. It can be vaguely seen that there is a certain connection between the patrolling infected people, and they are acting in an organized manner.
Jiang Chenchuan hid his figure and aura. You must know that if they were to discover him, he might not have the strength to deal with so many infected people.
Fortunately, Jiang Chenchuan was lucky. It happened to be the time when the infected people were resting and changing. His prying eyes lit up. A short and not long gap period was just enough for one person to pass quickly.
There were many buildings on both sides of the wide road. Jiang Chenchuan approached quietly, using the blind spot in his sight to sneak up to the side entrance of the Conjurers Association.
The replacement took about an hour. After arriving at the hiding place, Jiang Chenchuan began to wait quietly.
The waiting time was not long, and Jiang Chenchuan smoothly slipped in through the side door during an empty gap.
There were screams, and the biting cold swept toward Jiang Chenchuan. The temperature inside the Spell Masters Association was much lower, and the surging aura around him made Jiang Chenchuan feel uncomfortable.
In the corner, there lay a highly decomposed corpse, with its head tilted softly to the side. It looked like it had died by having its neck broken by some monster. There was no curse mark on the exposed skin.
Maybe someone took his life before he was infected.
"call……"
There was a heavy breathing sound behind him, and there was no dialogue. The dangerous aura came towards Jiang Chenchuan. He no longer hesitated, drew his sword directly, turned around and swung the sword at the monster rushing towards him.
"A...England Beir?"
The monster made a low sound and tilted its head as it looked at Jiang Chenchuan. This was different from the infected people Jiang Chenchuan encountered outside.
The skin is not covered with wild beast-like hair, but with layers of hard scales, like an armor half protecting its skin.
Strange noises resounded in the building, and Jiang Chenchuan couldn't tell what was moving. He could only hold the sword in his hand tightly and watch vigilantly for monsters that might appear around him at any time.
He only thought that the infected people in the Spell Masters Association would be different from those outside, but he did not expect that there would be a special kind of pressure. Fortunately, Jiang Chenchuan had long been accustomed to this strange and oppressive feeling. He would not be afraid of the terrifying monster anymore. Have the courage to face it calmly.
Perhaps, this is his fate, one day, he will die in battle.
His mind was running rapidly. The infected person in front of him seemed to be curious about Jiang Chenchuan. He moved a step forward, and the scales on his body made a rattling sound.
Not wanting to wait passively anymore, Jiang Chenchuan waved the weapon in his hand. Sensing the opponent's hostility, the monster jumped up. The weird and twisted body had long front claws, which were not inferior to the sharpness of the blade. .
The long sword and the sharp claws collided together, and the tiger's mouth was shocked. The monster realized that there was no benefit from this attack, and after a brief contact, it retreated crazily.
"You...are not...an ordinary person..."
The armor-infected man's mouth opened and closed, and a hoarse voice came from his mouth.
"Are you... a conjurer?"
Jiang Chenchuan raised his head and asked.
However, the other party did not reply to him. Instead, he laughed in a low voice.
"So... you... are... the alchemist of... Polnia..."
It spoke intermittently, and you could only barely make out what it was saying from fragments of words.
"I'm not."
Jiang Chenchuan shook his head and replied.
However, the other party didn't care about his explanation at all. Anyway, no one who came to the Spell Masters Association, whether they were infected or ordinary humans, could leave alive.
A rustling sound sounded, and Jiang Chenchuan's vigilance made Jiang Chenchuan's senses extremely sharp.
Every move of the infected person, the aura floating around it, and the advanced information brought to him by his super-accurate intuition all gave Jiang Chenchuan some advantages in the battle.
"Alchemists... all deserve to die..."
The infected person burst out at an astonishing speed, and the scolding figure grew bigger and bigger in the reflection of the blue pupils. In an instant, Jiang Chenchuan reacted. He pulled the vase on the shelf nearby and threw it towards the infected person.
The infected person reached out to block it, but the broken porcelain pieces blocked its sight. The next second, it was followed by Jiang Chenchuan's sharp sword blade.
However, at the critical moment, the monster leaned to the side and escaped the most deadly attack.
There was blood flowing continuously, dripping slowly on the ground along the scales. It was almost a blow that caused serious damage, but the opponent dodged it. Jiang Chenchuan took two steps back and distanced himself from the infected person.
"Smart...calm...strategic...then, what is your purpose?"
The monster's scarlet pupils showed an inquiring look. Facing Jiang Chenchuan's thin-looking body, he probably said with some curiosity.
"I heard the story about the plague in Ronark City, and I wanted to solve the curse."
Seeing that the other party finally wanted to communicate, Jiang Chenchuan also spoke.
Negotiations are never for the weak. Only when both parties hold weapons can they have the right to communicate.
"Resolve...the curse?"
The infected person sneered and showed a slightly sarcastic expression. Looking at Jiang Chenchuan's silent expression, it continued:
"Then do you know that once we become like this, we can't change it. There is nothing we can do except let ourselves die later!"
Even a conjurer can only do so much. He has lost his human appearance and his limbs have become his own weapons. Similar strange epidermal tissue grows on his claw-like fingers.
Everything is so terrible, there is no room for recovery.
"Who wants to die...Who wants to die?"
The infected person's voice was hoarse and trembling, and he finally accepted the reality that he had been cursed and turned into a monster.
Then one day, someone who can save them appears out of nowhere?
It's too late, everything is too late.
They are no longer qualified to be saved.
"I used to be a spellcaster, do you understand? From the moment I discovered this mark, I have been looking for various ways to lift the curse on me..."
The black scales have been dyed dark red, and something is moistening the eyes, as if it will burst out of the eyes in the next second.
"Yinglan Beier...I have heard that it is a beautiful country with inexhaustible energy from the World Tree, and the research on alchemy has reached its peak."
It's like an experience exchange meeting. If it weren't for the endless dangers in the surrounding environment, if it weren't for its entire crazy and ferocious face, it would be telling the cruelty of this cursed plague with reality.
"Are you really not an alchemist? Sir."
There was a trace of sadness in those scarlet eyes. It was hard to believe that such compassionate feelings could be seen in the eyes of the infected.
Most of the time, Jiang Chenchuan can feel the emotions of hatred, disgust, and anger in the eyes of the infected. It can be said that the most primitive malice in human nature inspired by the curse is reflected in Ronark City. To the fullest.
"Sorry, I'm not."
There is no point in lying in this regard, Jiang Chenchuan confessed calmly.
"Really... I thought the alchemists would care about the outbreak of this curse..."
I don't know why, but its tone was full of regret. Not long ago, he was still saying "damn it", but now he was sad because Jiang Chenchuan was not an alchemist.
What a contradictory person.
"Tell me, how do you want to solve this curse?"
The curser-infected person raised his head and asked.
"I'm looking for
Find a mermaid corpse, that is the source of this curse. As long as the source is cut off, the spread of the curse can be solved. "
"Mermaid corpse?"
The infected man showed a thinking expression. After a while, he seemed to remember something and said to Jiang Chenchuan:
"The mermaid corpse you are talking about...is the upper part in a human state, while the lower half is in the form of a fish...the skin is tender and smooth, just like the sleeping mermaid in the book..."
"Do you know where the mermaid's body is?"
Although the appearance it describes is somewhat different from the state in which the mermaid appeared in Dorotea's memories, it is normal for some changes to occur after such a long time.
"I know, as soon as the corpse appeared, everyone went crazy. I don't know why the infected people outside are interested in that thing that is neither human nor fish."
The curser infected said disdainfully.
"Tell me...where is that body now!"
It can be imagined that Dorothea almost fell into madness when she came into contact with the mermaid corpse. The corpse must be extremely polluting.
No matter whose hands it is, it will be a tough battle.
"You want it too?"
Probably unable to figure out Jiang Chenchuan's thoughts, the infected man stared at his figure and wandered around him.
"You just need to provide clues, and I can give you some..."
"In the king's territory."
Before Jiang Chenchuan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by it. Of course, it quickly followed up with another sentence.
