Whispering Verse

Shade was even more surprised by the continuous reminders. "Green Blessing" is probably the power left by the tree father. He couldn't see the strong death power in Shade, so he "washed" him a little.

And the subsequent understanding of so many spiritual runes also showed how powerful the ancient gods were. Just a simple blessing can make Shade almost have eight more spiritual runes.

“Is this considered a loss or a profit?”

He shook his head, because the half hour was counted from the moment the door opened, so he couldn't delay for too long. Feeling the surging and abundant vitality in his body, Shade took a step forward.

The white fog dispersed, and the surrounding light immediately weakened. And as the cold wind blew, Shade looked up at the dark night above the valley, looking at the blood-red moon that seemed to be about to fall in the next moment.

It's not a blizzard, nor is it the black snow with the curse of instant death. What's floating in the dark night is crimson red snow. The ground was completely dyed red, and red snowflakes as big as goose feathers continued to increase the thickness of the snow underfoot.

The blood-red night was quiet and strange. Even the most horrific stories cannot describe such a horrific scene. No matter where he looked, he could see the dazzling red color, and there was even a slight smell of blood in the air.

This scene that is enough to drive a determined ordinary person crazy is the "red snow" among the four snow stages in [Dead Silent Valley]. In this kind of weather, the valley will rarely enter the dark night, and during this period, some strange guests will visit here. Maybe it's a humanoid relic, maybe it's an evil spirit, or something even more terrifying.

"Except for the safest light snow, I have experienced all the weather here."

Chixue itself has no curse, it just stains clothes, so this time Shade was not attacked immediately. And in the dark night of this silent valley, the light of the bonfire at the entrance of the library in the distance can be seen more clearly.

Because he opened the key in a hurry, he was still wearing slightly thin autumn clothes at the moment. The coldness surged into his body along with the strong wind, but the strong vitality made Xia De not feel how cold he was.

He covered his face with one hand, bent over and pushed forward against the snow.

I don’t know how many terrible things are hidden in this dark night. The whispering elements are more abundant in the surroundings than ever before, even more terrifying than the rioting narrow room. Shade didn't dare to light up the silver moon and let the witches come to pick him up. He was afraid that something else would greet him.

He stepped deeply into the crimson snow, and there was a rustling sound in the violent snowflakes. Shade felt like he was being stared at by something, but he didn't dare to look around.

After walking about ten more steps, a hoarse voice came from beside me:

"Young man, help me."

The peripheral vision glanced to the side, and an old woman with gray hair, wrinkles on her face, and half-clothed clothes was lying in the snow, reaching out to Shade. She looked older than Mother-in-law Cassandra, and her hoarse voice and tired look on her face simply said "I'm about to die" written on her face.

[Relic. 】

"She" reminded softly, Shade nodded, ignored the voice and continued to move forward. But the old woman persisted in catching up. She grabbed Shade's ankle. The heavy force almost made Shade think that his right foot was stuck in the ground.

"Young man, help me."

Shade kept his mouth shut and didn't make any answer. He suddenly lifted his right foot and pulled it out of the boot. Then, with one bare foot, he ran forward:

"Help me, help me~"

The hoarse voice followed closely, as if the old woman with disheveled hair was floating behind her. Shade didn't know what kind of relic it was, let alone its characteristics, so he didn't even dare to turn his head to see what was going on behind him.

Soon they were halfway through the run, and the light of the bonfire in the red snow was getting closer and closer. But another figure appeared in the snow ahead. It was a standing figure. After getting closer, Xia De saw that it was a gentleman with a stiff face and melancholy eyes, wearing a black formal suit and leaning on a cane. There was a silver medal hanging on his chest. The compass-like badge:

"Do you need help?"

There was no emotion in the tone, and it was actually the devilish language used by Dr. Schneider. Shade was startled, and at the same time regretted that the doctor was not by his side.

He changed his direction and bypassed the strange man, and the persistent voice behind him for help disappeared after Shade saw the man.

During the short journey that followed, Shade met a businessman holding a basket, a woman hiding in the shadows, and a headless little girl. The balloon with a human head in the girl's hand looked like her head.

Shade could only confirm that the merchant was a relic, but could not tell what the latter two were. Seemingly out of fear and scruples, those strange "people" did not take the initiative to attack Shade. Instead, they tried to communicate with him in various ways, but Shade dodged them one by one.

It was obviously only a few minutes away, but when Shade stepped through the warning ceremony set up by the witches at the door and entered the huge foyer of the Cadiz Library illuminated by the bonfire, it felt like the journey was longer than the meters he had crossed in the narrow space. The city of Fort Dehill will have to work harder.

"Finally back again, huh?"

When the light of the campfire illuminated Shad, he did not hear the sound that welcomed his arrival. The Red Dragon Witch is still sleeping in the ice coffin beside the wall, and the shrine on the pile of old books is shrouded in firelight, but beside the bright bonfire, there are no Miss Olanold and Becky Samuel of Zarath Academy. The figure of the lady.

The huge entrance hall of the library became even more dilapidated than the last time Shade came. Not only that, there were even some sword marks on the wall and signs of being hit by heavy objects. Some of the stone tiles were missing from the ceiling, exposing the sunken rock wall behind, and the floor underfoot was full of stones and gravel, as if a fierce battle had taken place here.

After hesitating for a while, he first walked to the ice coffin and confirmed that Miss Fiona Drago was still sleeping. Then he came to the bonfire. The moon is gone.

"Where did they go?"

The luggage beside the campfire and the supplies that Shade brought last time are still there, but a lot of them have been consumed. In addition, there is a stone platform with five grooves here. This should be the altar with the "Unknown Book of Sacrifice" sealed, but he found no clues such as the notes left by the witches.

In the shadow of the bonfire, Shade accidentally discovered some trampled blood. Instead of collecting the blood stains with great effort, he took out a wine bottle from his pocket:

"Blood brew!"

The blood automatically flew into the mouth of the bottle, and Shade hurriedly plugged the mouth of the bottle with a stopper. After shaking it gently for a few times, I found that there was very little liquid inside, but when I opened the cork, there was still a light aroma of wine.

Use a spell to draw out the "blood brew" drop by drop, and raise your head to let them drip into your eyes. Sure enough, very light red traces appeared in the air, and those bright traces showed that the witches had penetrated deep into the ruins of the library.

Shade hesitated for a moment, picked up a torch next to the bonfire, lit it, and followed it with the torch.

Grain Nang

Originally, I was worried that most of the half hour this time would be spent searching for traces of the witches, but after leaving the hall, I turned a corner along the damaged ruins corridor and saw the faint light of fire. I hurriedly walked over and found that the end of the corridor was a dead end due to collapse. If I wanted to continue forward, I could only go through the hole in the wall on the side.

In front of the collapse, Miss Samuel was sitting next to a glass bottle containing a small fireball, sweating profusely, facing a skinny guy in a black robe.

Miss Olanold was lying on the other side of the bottle, covered with her black cloak, her eyes closed tightly and motionless.

Hearing the footsteps, Miss Samuel immediately turned her head and saw Shade coming with a bonfire. She shook her head and signaled to Shade not to get close, and Shade also realized that the guy in the black robe was a humanoid relic.

"Miss Oranold is in a coma? What's going on now?"

He stopped hesitantly, but then moved forward again. After getting closer, I discovered that between Miss Samuel and the man in black robes, there were three playing cards arranged in parallel. The playing cards were larger than the Rhodes cards. They seemed to have their backs facing up, and the patterns were all khaki question marks.

The man in black robe had a waxy face and a bald head. After Shade approached, he looked at Shade:

"Do you want to join in too?"

The other party's voice was very weird, like a reptile's belly rubbing against the sand. Being watched by him, the mental pressure was immediately apparent, and the opponent's level would not be lower than the sage level.

"What rules?"

"I am a fortune teller. There are three sets of cards, three in each set. Choose one to divine your destiny. This lady has reached the last set. If you want, you can replace her."

"Don't replace me. If you make the wrong choice, you will be cursed by fate!"

Miss Samuel hurriedly stopped him, but Shade still sat down. He didn't have much time to waste. There are many things to do this time, not only to liberate the "Book of Unknown Sacrifice" and continue the unfinished story last time, but also to learn from the witches the techniques that will allow him to defeat Joey Barton.

"I will choose the last card for her, but I don't think you are a fortune teller. This is obviously a gambling card."

He gave the torch in his hand to Miss Samuel. Under the firelight, the witch wearing glasses looked particularly haggard.

"Choose one of three, right?"

he confirmed.

"Yes, choose one out of three, but since you are choosing cards for others, if you choose a card that indicates bad luck, you will all be plagued by bad luck."

Shade snorted, squinted at the three cards in front of him, opened his right hand and swept over the three cards, looking very professional, but in fact he felt nothing:

"This one."

He pointed to the one on the left, and then turned it over without waiting for the other party's reaction. But there was nothing on that card, it was a blank card.

"What's the meaning?"

Shade asked, and the divination man in black robe reached out and took back the card:

"You're lucky."

He stood up, stepped back into the shadows that the firelight failed to illuminate, and disappeared.

"What's happening here?"

"The weather turned from black snow to red snow without any warning. Brienne and I have encountered this situation countless times. This is even more terrifying than what is written in the club's materials."

Miss Samuel said softly, and when Shade looked at Miss Olanold, she said again:

"We encountered a demon. Although we defeated it temporarily, we no longer had the strength to fight again, so we had to temporarily leave the foyer and hide here. But then, something terrible came again."

She suddenly covered her head:

"I'm sorry, I can't even remember what it was. Britney was unconscious, but she didn't have any injuries and I couldn't wake her up."

Shade handed Miss Samuel some water, then reached out and took Miss Olanold's hand. The palm is very soft and still has warmth, but the "false immortality" cannot work:

"What can you feel?"

[Wait a minute. This half-elf's soul is corrupting, and she must be treated as soon as possible. 】

"Soul corruption? This is not a simple injury."

Shade told Miss Samuel the result and then suggested:

"Let's go back to the bonfire first. The devil you talked about has left. When I came from the fire just now, it was safe there."

He helped Miss Samuel up. Seeing that she was in poor condition, he bent down again and took the initiative to pick up the unconscious Miss Olanode. Although this witch with elf blood is only slightly shorter than Shade, her weight is surprisingly light.

Miss Samuel took the small bottle containing the flame and held the torch to light the front, and they returned to the bonfire in the hall.