Croita is not the only one whose communications are interfered with by the laws of chaos on the island. The mysterious place is constantly radiating its own unique characteristics. Seroma didn't respond to her, and Lametta found that she couldn't sense the other party's fire, and the connection with the Nameless One seemed to be cut off. It was hard for her not to suspect that the secret ritual had caused some changes...or simply that Drablay had tampered with it.
Half an hour ago, the Black Knight used Byrne's magic to ask Lametta about the situation. Of course, Lametta couldn't expect him to have a good tone. In fact, he was here to question. She made excuses for the undead knight to delay him in the Garden of Flowing Waters, but in the end, the tower messengers got together instead. 'Who would have expected that the White Envoy would survive from Six Fingers Castle? It's not my fault'. Let alone the Black Knight, she couldn't even deceive herself with such words. If I open my mouth to be perfunctory... forget it, Alini has set a precedent for everyone. Lametta is still injured and there is no need to follow in his footsteps.
It was Lord Firemoon who annoyed her. Seroma promised that she would not be affected until Drabray fixed the ladder, but instead let a drow in. Now that Lametta has lost contact with the other party due to the changes in the Painful Mystery, I really don't know what the use is of asking him to follow.
Of course, it could also be because I was injured. Lametta touched the scar on her chest. It was mostly healed by the cauldron potion, but it was not eradicated. The drow appeared nearby, and Lametta was forced to stop drawing the potion to prevent the underground lizard from poisoning the cauldron. The insidious methods of the underground race caused great harm to the fog elves of Faftanna. During the Second Alanvor War, one-third of the elven warriors died from the poison with strange effects. Lametta was not interested in experiencing it.
"Idiot without ears." She cursed in a low voice. No one here dared to question her unladylike behavior. The changes in the secret were becoming more and more drastic, and she couldn't help but wonder what Drablay had done to it.
But the anomaly in the Pure Cauldron Pond is obviously not caused by the vampires. Lameta cleared the bloodborn before the drow could escape through their shadow. The magic of the dark elementalist is not a secret, at least it is much clearer than the profession of the tower apprentice who injured her. Drow can shuttle through the shadows of still objects, but this speed is far less than that of running vampires. The ladder was blocked, and Lametta wondered where else he could run.
It didn't matter that the strange movement of magic destroyed her witchcraft. Lametta can create new mirrors at will. The School of Silence has been studying spellcasting without spells for hundreds of years. She is also considered a wizard of the school, so she can naturally pick up some tricks at her fingertips. To be honest, mirror witchcraft was completely useless when facing mysterious creatures like the White Envoy who specialized in fighting. She had almost forgotten its practicality.
But the Painful Mystery did not leave her time to perform witchcraft again. Lord Mercury could sense that there were some unusual things in the air. Their numbers were increasing exponentially, and the fire that taught her felt creepy. What did Drablay do with the Arcanum of Pain?
The pink mist swept over the low stone statues, as if climbing over broken hills. Lord Mercury stood by the pool, staring at the tobacco leaves floating slightly under the ripples. She could feel the power tempting her to contact, but these soul oils also needed fuel after all.
Seroma probably thought she had tampered with the secret ritual, but in fact, Lametta didn't need to do anything more - the glorious period of the painful secret ritual has passed, and it won't take long for it to lose its mystery in the accumulation of excessive magic power. It became an ordinary island, and even the magic power could not survive.
The things in the air finally turned into weight and hindered movement. Lametta turned his body into metal to be alert to possible attacks. Her eyes couldn't see anything beyond the mist, but the nameless one's fire could vaguely detect the changes around her. This place was originally the stronghold of the dark wizard. She had been here hundreds of times, but never once did this happen.
Either it was Drablay's work, or...
"I found you." Lametta used magic power to cause a mysterious storm, sweeping away the mist in contact with the surface of the Purifying Cauldron Pond. The wire darted into the shadow of a stone pillar like an attacking snake.
Compared with chains or steel spikes, the lethality of silk thread is not superior, but it is light and subtle, making it difficult for people to detect. Lametta had used it to sneak attack many people, and only a few failed attempts...the most recent one was on the White Envoy. However, it is impossible for drow with only high rings to compare with the tower commander.
The night elf retreated quickly, thus escaping the fate of being pinned to the ground, but reaction was one thing, response was another, and he was still not fast enough to dodge the attack. Drow's waist was dripping with blood, and his leather armor was torn by metal wires like tissue paper.
"Are you a subordinate of Prince Drablay?" he managed. This temptation is meaningless, but what meaningful thing can a dying person do?
Lametta tugged at the wire, shattering a cloud of purple smoke that spread across the pool. Even the Sky Realm would not be happy to be contaminated by the curse. She continued to approach, but the weight of her body severely limited her movement. Lord Mercury looked at Drow and understood the reason why his attack failed. He also has helpers, and they hide even deeper.
"No." She replied, "We are incompatible with each other. I can see that you are the same." The night elves can't be the nightingales of the vampire family, right?
"Then we have no reason to fight, Your Excellency."
Hell, for a moment she almost caught a clue to another person's magic, but it disappeared out of thin air. "Indeed. Vampire lairs are nothing new. It's best for adventurers to go back and forth from where they are. Nothing happens here." I want to see where you slipped in from.
"Thank you for your mercy." The additional gravity suddenly increased, and Drow once again avoided the sharp attack. Lametta was a little annoyed. She had no reason to kill the night elf, but the devil's first consideration was always the reason for letting him go, in return for the mysterious Fulcrum. What's more, the Purifying Cauldron Pond is contaminated with toxins, and Lametta hopes to catch Drow instead of letting him go. However, the other party is also very perceptive and will not take the bait just by interfering with words.
Something hit her, and Lametta was confused because there was nothing behind her and she couldn't even see the object being thrown. There were only blood-red waves drawn by the storm on the water. Only then did she realize that the bottom of the pool was stained with an ominous purple-black color, with the shiny stripes of tobacco leaves looming in it. It's disappearing. Toxins can actually corrode potions?
Before she could vent her anger, shadows sprang up from under the corpse, like a swarm of flies flying from a garbage heap. Lametta felt the power of shadows evoke mystery, the elements conveying a wondrous vitality. She thought unhappily of the necromancy she had seen in Gavash.
"Sunless Legion"
The shadow thorns formed by the shadow elements swarmed in, jumping and crawling on the stone walls, rushing towards the storm desperately. What a warm way to say thank you. Lametta smashed them up with metal. These elemental monsters can be killed endlessly, but the magic power of the caster can never be compared to hers. She just needs to wait three to five minutes before the magic loses power. She still has some patience for this. Lord Mercury killed the Shadow Thorns while searching for the location of the drow. The black magic "Rigoletto" is under her control and is ready to go...
...A numbness crawled up her spine, as if urging her to fight quickly. But Lametta no longer took the initiative to attack. She raised a silver storm barrier to block out all shadows. In the nameless person's induction, an element completely opposite to the shadow began to fill the environment.
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Due to the difference in mystery, curses are often difficult to take effect. Therefore, the "Lightless Legion" is the last resort of the night elves. Roma thought of Drow's calmness when he confessed his magic, as if he was more indifferent to life and death than I was.
The shadow thorn moved freely among the gathered souls, even scattering a few fragile fire types. Roma grabbed a guy at his feet and threw it at the demon woman. The power that Sauvero brought excited her, dispelling her anxiety a little. Maybe I can destroy the secret ritual before Drablay comes back, but the first thing I have to deal with is this demonic woman. Roma kept an eye on her movements and tipped off Dalton, but the demon still injured the little lion's companion.
It's all the soul's fault in the Ritual. They kept harassing Roma, but they were afraid of the power of fire under the effect of her potion. Roma fired her bow at the souls of the dead, but she was facing the same dilemma as the demon woman at this moment, and there were countless souls in the mystery.
"Be me, merge into me, I am your king!" Such a voice kept coming from the blood-red figure, and Roma curled her lips in disgust. Fortunately, she didn't choose the Dead King in the Mist.
"Come on, Roma, come to me..."
Heather! "You guys are so annoying."
"Please, Miss Roma, don't abandon my son..."
This statement irritated her. "Shut up!" the little lion screamed, "You can't be quiet even if you die!" She didn't doubt whether there was someone like Manet among the souls left here, but what could she do? They are long dead, and some even have no souls left, just a mixture of despair and emotional obsession.
These noises came over like waves, and it was the same when Roma saw the battlefield between Dalton and the devil. The ferocious-looking dark creatures rushed towards the enemy, and finally retreated before the storm. In just a blink of an eye, the situation turned around completely. The little lion quickly looked at Dalton and found that his brows were furrowed and his forehead was folded like leather. The devil's reaction also made him very wary.
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