Night Crow Master

Chapter 257: Misty Mountains

"what!!!"

The man gave a strange cry and rushed at a mercenary.

"Damn it!"

The mercenary's expression tightened, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block.

Bang! ! !

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the mercenary felt a shock in his arm, and the man who waved his weapon at him scattered into a cloud of grayish white smoke and dissipated in the air.

Seeing such a scene, the mercenary speeded up and walked directly in the direction of the companion in the memory.

In the Misty Mountains, the illusory and true gray-white spiritual fog that pervades throughout the year has formed an unusual terrain after another.

It was originally a place where rocks were piled up, but the fog of the soul created a forest.

The breeze blew by, and the dark green leaves reflected the sunlight, reflecting a beautiful color.

But the place that was originally a forest has become a swamp under the influence of the spiritual fog.

The muddy area looked like a flat land with sparse turf.

The gray moon and the red moon hadn't completely fallen from the edge of the sky, and the sun that hung high in the sky shed sunlight.

The sunlight penetrated the dense fog, but the spiritual fog showed no signs of being dispelled at all. On the contrary, because of the light, the illusion created by the spiritual fog was more difficult to distinguish.

"How to do?"

On the edge of a large swamp, two mercenaries walked out of the sea of green trees beside them, looking at the gradually changing terrain with ugly faces.

Obviously not long ago, this area still looked like a forest, and the sun turned into a swamp.

They set off last night and came to the Misty Mountains with extreme caution along the way, but they only managed to travel about two kilometers.

The fog here is too weird. I walked to where I was. I almost fell to death several times, and almost attacked my companion as a monster.

Even if the companion has the ability to identify the mark, he is almost covered by the fog of mind.

All kinds of weird things will appear in the fog here, not only the terrain.

From humans to monsters, from big to small, from old to young, monsters that exist in memory and those that don't, have all appeared along the way.

Some will rush up when they see people, and some will talk to them.

I don't know when these things will appear, they will disappear as long as they attack, but they are endless.

But you can't help but prevent, because there are some real monsters mixed in these hallucinations.

"Let's quickly collect the Melancholy Flower and leave...it is too dangerous here."

There is nothing precious at all in the Misty Mountains. The most precious thing is only the first-level apocalyptic material like the Flower of Melancholy.

And it was unusually scarce, and the two looked at the swamp not far away.

The position where the two stood was on the edge of the forest and the swamp. The switching between the forest and the swamp was quite abrupt, so the two would feel strange.

A continuous lawn stretches to the distance, without trees, it looks bare, and from time to time there will be a piece of mud without lawn, which is why we can see that it is a swamp.

But the swamp was constantly changing, and soon the woods behind them also changed, and within ten seconds, it became a swamp.

In the distance, the mist obscured the scenery, and there was a cloud-like gray-white mist everywhere, and nothing could be seen.

Except for the faint wind, there was no other sound in the air, whether it was insects or beast roars, it was extremely quiet and dead.

Two mercenaries took out the map:

"This should be the location of the Melancholy Flower."

His index finger moved across the map and stopped at the southern side of the Misty Mountains.

"As long as you keep going in this direction, you will be there for about two hours."

Another mercenary came over and looked at the map: "Then go quickly, leave the Misty Mountains as soon as possible, it is too dangerous here."

"Yeah." After putting away the map, the two continued on their way.

At this moment, a figure wearing a gray cloak slowly walked out of the empty air behind them.

Lifting the white hood, a light gray bird's head was revealed, and long feathers fell from the head, forming a feeling similar to long hair. It, or she, touched a feather with a totem near her ear. earring:

"Elder, a mercenary has entered the Misty Mountains."

"How many people?" The earrings lit up slightly, and an old voice passed directly into her heart.

"There are only two, one high position, one middle position." The female arakkoa also replied in the form of the voice of the soul, "you need to tell Yate...do you need to tell the mister to deal with it?"

"No, do I need to report this kind of trivial matter to Master Fog Crow?" The elder's voice was filled with dissatisfaction, "After handling it, we will notify Master Fog Crow."

"Yes."

The arakkoa nodded, then the light on the earrings disappeared.

The next moment, a gray light flashed in her eyes, and a gray mist wrapped around her body, turning her into a beautiful human female.

A fair and beautiful face, silver-white eyes and long blood-colored shawl hair, and a silver-white bow and arrow appeared in her hand.

"In order to prevent humans from thinking that the arakkoa is too dangerous to clean up, nor to make humans too rampant..."

While meditating on the teachings of the arakkoa tribe, the female arakkoa walked towards the two mercenaries.

.....

A day ago.

Deep in the Misty Mountains.

In front of the misty cliff, beside a gray-white crow statue surrounded by many huge totem poles.

"Ok?"

Yate, dressed in a Barcelona-style tuxedo, turned his head and glanced.

To be honest, as the number of crow servants increased, Yate could hear more and more voices, and more and more noisy.

How should I put it, the aspirations of nearly two thousand crows will be conveyed to him in real time.

His spirit is very strong, but it is still a bit laborious to deal with the voices of nearly two thousand crows at the same time.

With his current mental power, one personality can handle up to four hundred voices at the same time.

Therefore, he requisitioned the mind of a crow servant transformed into a multi-headed bird as a long-term assistant brain.

The multiple-headed sparrows of the first level of the apocalypse have four heads, and their thoughts are separated, and the effects of the quadruple thinking are very useful on them.

Now, the multi-headed bird is on his body, in the crow's nest created by [Hiding the Crow].

[Hidden Crow lv2: Create a feather-shaped crow roost nest with a capacity of 100, which can only accommodate crow servants. After entering, the crow servants will fall into deep sleep, and the crows that fall into sleep will leave the nest Time, all attributes +7% within 7 seconds.

————"The Crow's Nest"]

Yate's gaze swept to the diagonal cloak on his left shoulder, which was inlaid with patches of black feathers.

Among the seemingly ordinary feathers, a huge space like a bird's nest is folded, and many crow servants, including many crow servants transformed from multiple sparrows, are huddled in it.

This spell is used to carry some crow servants.

The bird monsters and crows in this world are far beyond the original "Extraordinary Middle Ages-Rise of the Wizard" game.

In the game, there are not so many kinds of birds and crow monsters, and the crow mage is not as powerful as it is now.

At this moment, a voice came from his side:

"My lord, according to your instructions, we are ready."

An old arakkoa with gray feathers stood respectfully by his side.

Apocalypse-level strength.

Behind him, the four old misty arakkoa, who are also at the first level of the apocalypse and are all very old, bowed slightly in a respectful manner.

"Then let's start."

"Yes."

Hearing Yate’s words, the five arakkoa elders nodded at the same time, and then they whispered, making a sound similar to a crow's crowing——

After a brief introduction, peculiar patterns appeared on their bodies, and the bloodline power gradually condensed into substance, forming pieces of flesh and blood.

Constantly entangled, twisted, and deformed, spreading like a living thing, forming various tissues, forming new muscles, bones, internal organs, and feathers.

Ten seconds later, there were five huge crows that were more than three meters high and nearly four meters tall and were gray-white.

The erratic, smoke-like gray-white feathers constantly escaping outward, the gray-white spiritual fog becomes more dense, and the five misty giant crows are enveloped in it.

After the transformation, they surrounded the gray statue in front of Yate.

Four of the misty crows stand in front of the four totem poles, and the last one is standing in front of the misty crows.

After that, they began to use totem spells, and the surrounding fog began to gather towards the gray-white statue in the center of the totem.

Yate stood in place, his gray-white gloves stretched slightly, and the surrounding shadows moved along with it. The silhouettes of crows emerged from the shadows.

He squinted and looked at the gray-white statue in the center of the totem pole.

Totem Spirit.

Totem spirit of the mist arakkoa.

According to the information previously known from Gore and other captured arakkoa, the misty mountains, the totem spirit of the misty arakkoa, the level floats between the second level of the apocalypse and the third level of the apocalypse, as the group of the misty arakkoa grows And debilitating.

Totem Spirit, one of the alien gods defeated by the cross in the theocracy, has uneven strength.

The totem spirit of the misty arakkoa had a strength close to the fifth level of the apocalypse at its peak.

Yate glanced at the skill bar.

【Passive·Crow Affinity lv13】

In theory, he can capture lv26 bird monsters and manipulate them.

According to the known levels, lv25 is the fourth level of the apocalypse...

The strength of the totem spirit of the mist arakkoa fluctuates from the second level to the third level of Apocalypse.

In theory, it should be able to be captured.

But it needs to be tried.

Yate's eyes swept to the surrounding shadows.

When instructing the elders of the mist arakkoa to summon totem spirits, most of the shadow crows had already gathered.

If it cannot be captured, the result is worse.