Wizards of the North

In the cruel war, the demons have been analyzing and learning. Although the formation process of the seaside fog is still a mystery, as the fog accumulates, the traces of magic power gradually become obvious. The magic contained in the fog is chaotic and mottled, like a large area of ​​thick smoke formed by a few wet trees and weeds after being ignited.

Some wizards pointed out that this is the use of the magic power carried by the sea, using methods they do not know to "ignite" the magic power on the land. So the best way to prevent this situation from spreading is to prevent the magic from flowing here.

It's just how to stop it, but it makes people helpless.

The reason why the alliance of demons can accept the unified title-demons is because their power is closely related to magic. Even though they have different forms, they still maintain self-control under the loose alliance system, but their dependence on magic is similar.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the demons’ towns, villages, and other large or small settlements are mostly places with relatively abundant magic power. Some large-scale internal disputes are mostly due to land disputes.

Except for some wizards whose talents are more focused on killing, most wizards in the demons are more like Mr. Feng Shui. For example, the magic flow trend of this place is suitable for building houses. Which flowers and trees to plant in front of and behind the house will be more conducive to the accumulation of magic.

After thousands of years of construction, the Mozu has long built its homeland into a rich place. This is the common perception of the demons, who think they have mastered the secret of magic. It wasn't until they faced the dense fog that they gradually realized that they might not be far behind.

Fatt also shook his head. The wizard in the army told him that a magical reaction of this scale was like a prairie fire, which was difficult to extinguish. If you want to extinguish, you can only pinch off the source, or induce a real magic storm, blowing away the entangled magic here.

Pinch off? It is impossible to pinch it out of the sea, they can only find a way on their own. But relying on the ability of planting flowers and trees in the Demon Race, I don't know how many years it will take. Moreover, most of the flowers and plants cultivated by the demons are dredging and gathering.

Suddenly Fatt had an inspiration, vegetation! A military order was spread everywhere within a few days. The demons carried out a large-scale cleanup in the coastal land. The tall trees were uprooted, and the turf on the ground was trampled in disrepair. Compared to construction, destruction seems easier.

Perhaps even Fatt hadn't noticed that when he gave this order, he actually looked at the statue of the **** of the dark night that was still placed on the table and drawn in the letter.

The technique of detailed drawing is quite exquisite, which can definitely be called lifelike in Fat's eyes. Even Fatt saw awe from it, so he didn't dare to blaspheme. Fatt is not clear, how long can such a detailed work last?

Countless souls in the picture emerged from the divine body that was shrouded in shadow. He couldn't see whether those souls were joy, sorrow, or anything else, but he could feel the firm will to fight that he wanted to express-endless death.

This made him seem to have seen the scene of persuading surrender again. The cannibal who claimed to be Ruiou stood in front of the line and yelled at them: "Do you think I am only fighting for survival? No! I am not only fighting for survival? war.

Not only I have seen the gods alone, so we know that death is not the end. I have experienced the fear and awe that the living should have, and I have seen the dead wandering aimlessly on the ground. You claim to be brave and fearless, simply because you have never seen real horror.

The gods have come, right beside us, all around us. They are watching our every move, saving those who are worth saving, and punishing those who desecrate them.

After I die, I will return to the embrace of God, and you will endure endless suffering there. "

The remaining cannibals stood behind Ruiou and shouted in unison, without wavering. In the high voice, Fatt heard the sincerity without any falsehood. So Fatt at that time was shaken, and the army behind him was shaken.

This letter should have been put away long ago, but Fatt put it on the desk. Even the attendants who came to tidy up the camp seemed to forget to put it away, but respectfully made it spotless and cleaned up its surroundings. It was flattened by the four corners and placed squarely there.

How did the cannibals pray? Fatt hadn't really noticed it, which made him feel a little bit of annoyance. Fart didn't know the light, but he believed in the power of the dark night. The dense fog here shrank that day, just because there was a slight vibration in the idol in the dark night in the distant Yongan City.

The dense fog has been very calm recently, and it seems to be watching something. So the clearing of the quarantine belt went very smoothly. Perhaps this is really God's blessing.

At dusk, Fatt did not enjoy the unpalatable meal in the camp, but walked out of the tent. He walked to a mound at random, and his gaze crossed the thick fog to look towards the horizon. The clouds turned over there, gently pressing down the sunset, and the night was getting darker.

The surface of the sea, which was still shining with gleaming waves, was also replaced by increasingly heavy darkness. A faint prayer sounded from the barracks beside him. Although the voice was deliberately lowered, it was connected by the number of people.

Fatt is no stranger to these prayers, and when night falls, the cannibals will keep chanting them religiously. The voice has a strange breath, which makes people feel peaceful and no longer fear death.

So he subconsciously followed in prayer, and those prayers he thought he had forgotten came out of his mouth very smoothly. At the end of the prayer, Fatt realized that he did not know when he had knelt on one knee. When he slowly stood up and looked around, he suddenly realized that he was a lot more relaxed, and the pressure of the days did not seem to be heavy anymore.