He blocked a speeding metal wire with his cursed sword. The tough magic text on the handle flickered for a moment, and then dimmed. He braced himself for the next blow, but only the gods knew what use this preparation had in the face of the Sky Realm.
But the night elves soon discovered that they had escaped the demon's attack range. A large, shadowy mass of rocks lay between them. The witchcraft mirror fell to the ground like a ripe apple, smashing into an unstable ball of magic light. Dalton could even see the magic words that made up the witchcraft. It was slowly fading and failing, just like the cursed sword in his hand. Didn't she come after her? This sounds like fantasy, something must be wrong. Before Dalton could confirm her condition, he suddenly heard a scream in his ears.
His body seemed to be tied to five or six sandbags in an instant, and the bones of his hands and feet felt numb due to overload. The night elf almost fell into the rubble. The scream seemed to be just the beginning of the trumpet. The next moment, the wild shouting was like the tide crashing on the shore, with the tone of the climax of the dinner party going straight into the heart. Dalton immediately blocked his ears under the weight and made a crackling sound in his arms.
What the hell is going on?
Fortunately, he's not the only one affected. Huge waves arose in the Cauldron Pond, and the demon woman's witchcraft was interrupted by chaotic magic. She frowned and glanced back. The metal filaments flew straight towards the alchemist who was looking for the cauldron in the corpse. These vampires were even naked and were cut into lumps of flesh and blood by sharp filaments. Although Dalton had never cared about the life and death of these things, he still felt a sense of horror pass through his skin.
"Keys!" someone shouted.
This was the voice that screamed in the first place. Dalton heard clearly this time: "Miss Roma?"
"Run!" It was indeed her, but there was only pink mist hovering in her field of vision. "Delabre has the key! The Alliance—"
Her voice died suddenly, drowned out by growls and roars. Somehow, Dalton felt like she was on a battlefield. "Where are you? Roma! Roma!" But the unusual weight disappeared.
Maybe she failed. Dalton thought, but still alive. Now ask him how to save her. Dalton has no answer, but he knows who to ask. The night elves immediately launched a "shadow attack" and shuttled through the stone forest, leaving the demon's slaughterhouse and the cauldron pool behind. As long as you distance yourself from the Mystery of Pain, Sauron, the rune life on the ring, can return to normal. The tower would probably be wiser than a night elf wandering to Binyaio.
The demon woman didn't catch up, but it wasn't because she decided to kill the vampire. In fact, those people were completely dead. Her own figure was also obscured by the mist.
The fog seemed to surround him consciously, and Dalton couldn't get rid of it. "Roma?" he asked tentatively. Although the incomplete sentence from before probably meant she didn't get a chance to respond again.
"——Go away! Idiot!" The curse startled him. Unexpectedly, the little lion is still alive. "Where are you going?" Roma asked.
"Leave the Mystery of Pain." Dalton found no clothes or belongings, and they seemed to have disappeared with their owners. "Are you in the mist? Is Sauron also there?"
All he got in response was a murmur of noise.
Dalton continued to move in the shadows until he felt the weight of his body again. At first he suspected that it was because of Roma, but the little lion was not that heavy - this strange weight could make the high-level mystic sluggish after the magic power was increased, which Roma's weight alone would definitely not be able to do.
"Stop running!" Roma's voice also sounded, seeming a little annoyed. "I can't come anytime."
How did you come? Not with legs anyway. "Where are you?" he asked. Ever since the little lion disappeared by the pond, the environment has been experiencing frequent abnormalities. She said Drablay found the key, did it really exist?
…
"How many times do you want me to confirm?" Roma was furious, "Okay, it turns out you never believed me from the beginning to the end!"
"I believe it now." The night elf turned his head with difficulty. The magic power expanded again, and he even fell out of the shadow. "What's going on? I feel like I'm rusty."
Roma looked at him, not feeling surprised at all. In fact, just the fact that he can move is an incredible achievement. This is Gao Huan - even for the elementalist profession, physical strength is no small matter. In the eyes of the little lion, Dalton is not alone. On the contrary, Drow's body is covered with strange blood-red figures, almost covering his entire body. The figure on his head had just been torn apart by Roma, and now he hit something new.
"Don't move." She said, "Change my previous instructions. Don't run out. It's best not to stay too far away from the Jing cauldron pool." The mist has nothing to do with the Jing cauldron, but Roma needs the rope in the pool. Vero. "It's a little complicated. I'll make a long story short, you have to remember every word."
Haven't you been wasting your time? The drow said nothing, but Roma could hear his fire making noises. She immediately decided to keep the matter of listening to her heart a secret.
"I have arrived at the core of the secret ceremony, but I am not the only one here." Roma stood surrounded by a bunch of blood-red figures, with an arrow in his hand. "I saw the fires of the dead filling every corner of the pit, providing the agony and despair for the workings of the Mysteries of Pain until they were finally digested."
The red mist brought more souls, Roma loosened his fingers, and the arrow fell into the figure, causing an expected explosion. Another arrow appeared silently on the bowstring, as if it was made of some element. "Originally, they were all honest, but... there were changes. Before I could find a way to destroy the core, the secret ritual began to operate in a different way. I guess Drablay found the key."
"you guess?"
Just let these things hang on you. The little lion was irritated by his questioning. "Is it possible that you have any better guesses?" She tore off the soul attached to Drow's head.
"If I return to the edge of the pit, can you talk to Sauron?" Drow asked.
"No." After all, the rune lifeforms are not real creatures. Sauron has no soul, let alone fire. She discovered it as soon as she left the trap of the Mystery. The Larson-like figure and the "King" were both artifacts created by the secret ritual. Roma used Sovero to break free and saw Dalton and the demon in the cauldron. The latter's fire was as dazzling as the sun... but the ring Or a ring. "Never leave the Pure Cauldron Pond too far."
"The demon is still there." Zhuoer reminded.
"She was injured." This was the conclusion drawn by Roma from close observation. However, due to the abnormality of the fire, Roma could not hear the demon woman's voice. This concerned her very much. "The magic power of the Painful Ritual is getting more and more intensive, you just need to hide it." At worst, she would throw those blood-red figures on the opponent, making it difficult for her to move even an inch.
"I really want to do as you say, Roma, but if things develop as you infer, Prince Drablay will be back here soon." Zhuoer expressed a different opinion, "Can you come back first? ?"
If not, what's the use of staying here?
Roma heard his thoughts and had to admit that his considerations were reasonable. After all, the soul can do nothing to the living, and the weight is merely the effect of the Mysteries of Pain. The devil woman's fire was so bright that Roma didn't dare to look directly at her. Not to mention Dalton, even Prince Drablay might not be as good as her when he returned here. "Has your curse worked?" she asked reluctantly.
"It's hard for me to have expectations for small-probability events. But as long as I don't provoke her, she won't chase her." Zhuoer didn't give her a chance to express her opinion, "Where are you now? Are those souls attacking you? "He said this very awkwardly.
"Them." Roma glanced at the cowering blood-red figure. Was I actually scared by these things before? Anyway, they were pretty mean looking, and I didn't realize I was armed. "It's all honest now, but as soon as the keys start causing changes, I have to fight them off."
Dalton frowned. "Are you injured? There are corpses of mysterious creatures here. Why do you have to fight with them? I beg you, Miss Roma, this is not a battlefield we can handle..."
"Of course I can handle it." Sovero's potion gave her strength. Roma suspected that Drablay had prepared the tobacco for herself. The blood prince has mastered the secret ritual, and will definitely use it to enhance the mystery. It turns out she hasn’t found the core yet! "I can also stay rational. Dalton, but you are different." I am not Aiken, and I am not afraid of being alone. What the hell! He must have heard my hesitation. But she will never leave until she finds the core of the secret ritual. "You can do whatever you want. Now the Alliance may have gone to war with the Strigoi... Go find your friends and good luck."
Dalton didn't leave, and Roma didn't know how she felt. They moved forward surrounded by countless souls. Rama drew the bow string and shot arrows invisible to living people, while the drow shuttled in the shadow of the stone. Her fingers grew tired, her fire grew dim, and the figures became less and less afraid of her. Maybe they were expecting to digest me.
"The devil's not gone," Dalton said. Roma also held her breath. "She is probably waiting for the return of Prince de la Blaise."
Is she going to grab the keys? Roma bet she knew more than she did. This woman is the devil of the dark wizard, maybe the leader. It's a pity that Roma can't make a sound now, and Dalton can't see her. The blood-red figure came closer, and Roma quickly plunged into the cauldron pool and quickly swallowed the magic potion at the bottom of the water. My kindred can even eat crocodiles, she thought, these are just blades of grass.
At this moment, the core became restless again. Roma noticed that the magic power nearby had reached an alarming level, and the entire island was changing. Anxiety tortured her, and without Sauron's guidance, she had no way of starting. I could overcome my fear, the fear of my soul, the fear of death, but I still couldn't find my way.
What exactly is a key?
