Outlander’s Journey

Hearing the cry, the two looked stiffly at the corner where the sound came from. There is a section of an abandoned train carriage, and a wall painting like a child's graffiti appeared on the side of the carriage. The level of wall painting is really the average level of a child, but the paint seems to have a luminous effect, emitting a strange light in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, a line of crooked words appeared under the wall painting-[Quickly leave! Leave soon! 】

"So when did that one appear?"

Suddenly encountering the legendary ghost, Claude's mouth is a bit unfavorable, only feeling that the palm of his hand holding the hilt is full of sweat.

After the initial panic, Alice was not very afraid. From a young age, she saw a lot of ghost-like ‘people’ through the flow of life, and she was not very afraid of ghosts.

She leaned forward with great interest, and even touched the wall painting on the surface of the carriage. The place where the finger touched was still jerky rust, which meant that the wall painting was painted with unusual pigments.

"Woo...Woo..."

At this time, there was another burst of intermittent crying.

Alice paced around to the side of the carriage and found a little boy with a faint blue light all over, sitting on the ground with his hands on his knees.

"Alice!" Claude clenched the destruction sword in both hands, his muscles were tight, and he watched nervously as Alice slowly approached the ghost child.

Alice waved her hand to Claude without turning her head to indicate that it was okay, then tentatively squatted not far in front of the little ghost boy, and asked in a gentle voice: "You want us to leave here? It's because of this. Is it dangerous?"

The little boy slowly raised his head, looked at Alice with a gentle smile, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

"Can you tell us what is entrenched here?"

Alice’s [Nian] can vaguely sense that there is an unusually evil gloomy look in the train cemetery looking at herself and Crowder. Could it be the body of the ‘black whirlwind’ in the legend of the train cemetery?

The little boy opened his mouth and wanted to speak but couldn't make any sound. He grinned and cried, as if the only sound he could make was [Cry].

Alice and Claude, who came closer, looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort a [ghost].

The little boy's figure began to disperse into dots of blue light, and reorganized into a typical ghost with two sharp claws in a burlap bag. On the cloth bag, a crying face was painted with a rough technique.

The ghost waved its claws at Claude and Alice, seeming to persuade them to leave here quickly. But before the two of them could react, a chain made of black fog tightened the ghost's claws and body, and the little boy ghost was dragged directly into the endless darkness by the chain along with a miserable cry.

"Wait a moment……"

Alice was too late to stop the little boy from being dragged away, and then Claude held a metal giant sword in front of her: "Be careful!"

Several evil spirits in the shape of the ghost sack of the little boy just now emerged from the side, with only three twisted black holes on their faces, which seemed to be screaming and shouting silently.

"It seems that the black whirlwind legends in the train cemetery are not fabricated, and they don't seem to let us pass easily..."

Claude looked around, more and more claw ghosts surrounded them, and this quiet train graveyard had become a haunt of fierce ghosts dancing around.

"The people who have been swallowed by the black whirlwind for many years have been imprisoned here and turned into ghosts and ghosts, unable to return to the river of life normally."

Alice stood up and squeezed the metal staff, her expression firm:

"If you let the behind-the-scenes chaos continue, I don't know how many people will be silently killed in this train graveyard... Don't ignore it! Claude, hide quickly."

As she lifted the metal wand high, the magic spar inlaid on the top of the wand exudes bright green and blue light, and there are continuous electric lights exploding in the air, making a series of crackling noises.

When Crowder saw this, he immediately turned over and hid behind a section of the carriage. The woman was about to move.

Dozens of sack ghosts rushed towards Alice one after another, the screaming sound shook the glass of the surrounding carriage, and countless sharp claws danced and vowed to tear Alice into pieces.

In the next second, the metal wand in Alice's hand slammed on the ground, and the huge lightning spread rapidly around the magic spar on the wand to form a terrifying lightning ring. The dark train cemetery was instantly blue and white. Lei Guangyingliang!

The [Thunder] magic spar with a length of MAX inspires the highest level of magic that can be performed [big thunderbolt], and then it is further diffused by the [ranged] magic spar——

Upper magic [Thunder Ring]!

In an instant, the dozen ghosts of sacks closest to Alice were directly blown to pieces by the lightning, and the ghosts immediately behind were also blown up to the point that their bodies could not be solidified and formed, and they would dissipate almost at any time.

The car in which Claude was hiding trembled, and when the thunder light faded away, he walked around. He found that the surface of the car facing the thunder light was scorched and scorched with thick smoke, and the ground showed a huge ring of burnt traces spreading outward.

Normally, even higher-level magic cannot achieve such an amazing effect, because the [Scoped] magic spar will greatly dilute the power of the magic itself.

But Alice, as the ancient Setra race, has a natural advantage in casting magic. Ordinary people will be directly drained of magic power when they cast a superior magic once. She doesn't even have a problem with putting ten of them, and the power is far beyond ordinary people.

Alice exhaled, dancing a stick with a stick in her hand, and pointed directly at the largest ghost among the ghosts:

"Go and tell Mr. Blackhand behind the scenes, this matter is not over!"

The remaining ghosts immediately escaped into the darkness and disappeared.

Claude came over and said, "This style of speaking doesn't match your appearance."

Seeing all the ghosts disappeared, Alice stuck out her tongue: "I'm imitating the teacher's style of speaking, isn't it particularly handsome?"

Well, in the impression that Heather really speaks in this style, as for whether he is handsome or not... Claude shrugged his shoulders to express disagreement with Alice's statement: "Anyway, you can't pass through the train graveyard without defeating the behind-the-scenes man, isn't it? ?"

"Obviously, Mr. Blackhand does not intend to let the two of us go. The teacher said that in the face of troubles that cannot be shaken off, we must take the initiative and don't give each other a chance to grow and develop."

Alice smiled and turned the metal staff in her hand:

"Then let's go, Mr. Bodyguard? Give some profound lessons to those behind the scenes."

"Um."

Claude nodded, holding the metal sword and walking with Alice towards the train storage room opposite.

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