Chapter 84 More...

Gawain said he wanted to take a look at the Great Wall—of course not to the Sentinel Tower on the border of the Gondor Wasteland.

The nearest Sentinel Tower is also at the end of the belt-shaped plain at the southern foot of the Dark Mountain Range. In the past, it is necessary not only to climb over this mountain range, but also to pass through the barren wasteland dozens of kilometers wide, which is not something that can be considered now.

But if you just look at it from a distance, it is much simpler. The magnificent wall is just like its name, a giant barrier that can be described as a "miracle". Those sentry towers up to nearly a thousand meters are just the "anchor point" of the wall, and The wall itself is a layer of magical barrier connected to the clouds. As long as you stand on a higher ground in the dark mountain range, you can clearly see the top of the barrier, and Gawain can also determine the general state of those sentry towers.

With Amber and his foot strength, it is not difficult to reach the nearest commanding heights in a short time, but it is not easy to bring two serfs who belong only to ordinary people, so the two guides must be sent back to the camp first. .

And I have to go back first to calm my heart.

Gao Wen looked down at the wreckage of the aberrations that were emitting faint black smoke: the flesh and blood on the wreckage had vanished into ashes, but the remaining blood-red skeletons dissipated slowly, and it would take about two or three days to "evaporate" completely. Until the wreckage is completely dissipated, they should be put to some use.

Gawain raised the Sword of the Trailblazer and slashed hard at the bones that were harder than steel, and quickly chopped off their ugly heads. With whip corpse... oh my god, you are so twisted..."

"Bringing this thing back has a miraculous effect on calming people's minds," Gawain looked up at Amber, and threw the newly cut skull into the other's arms, then bent over to cut another one, "Then—I'll get another one. "

"Hey woo hoo!" Amber exclaimed, frightened by the monster head that Gawain suddenly threw over, and then shouted in a hurry, "You are sick! You are sure to bring this thing back to calm your heart, right? To scare people into trouble?!"

"For the Cecilians who have just been ruined by the aberrations, seeing the corpses of these dead monsters is the fastest way to increase their confidence and fighting spirit - although it may be a little mental stimulation, the effect is it's the best."

Gawain cut off a new head while talking, and then he ignored the other two monsters that fell a little far away, but walked to the corner where he was hiding with his head in one hand and a long sword in the other. Those two led the way to this point. The serfs also hide in it honestly according to the order.

In fact, they didn't even dare to stick their heads out of their hiding places to take a look at the situation outside - they only heard the short but fierce battle, and although it sounded like their lord had won, the two did not Have the courage to come out and see the results.

Until Gawain appeared with a huge blood-red skull,

They just woke up, and when they saw the hideous and terrifying head, they both gasped in unison: "God!" "My God!"

"God won't help you deal with these monsters," Gawain said casually, "All the aberrations have been killed, let's go back to the camp first."

He deliberately showed his ease, and seemingly casually added: "But then again, these things are still as weak as they were 700 years ago. With a casual sword, even this kind of thing can threaten the camp. Safety?"

The two serfs looked at each other in astonishment, and then one of them reacted and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes! Lord Lord, you are so powerful, these monsters are really vulnerable in front of you, vulnerable to a single blow. !"

Another serf muttered: "But I heard Miss Amber calling for help just now..."

"Cough cough!" Gawain interrupted the other party's words with a hard cough, and glanced at Amber calmly, "She is a battle cry!"

Amber also reacted, with a serious face: "Yes, I am a battle cry! Besides that, no matter what you hear, you have heard it wrong!"

"Understand? These monsters are not as strong as you think," Gawain looked at the two in front of him, "Keep this in mind, and then go back to the camp."

The two serfs nodded again and again: At this time, as long as they can hurry back to the camp, everything is easy to say, not to mention that they have already seen it clearly, the monster's head was chopped off by their own lord!

With two aberration heads that were constantly emitting black smoke, Gawain and his party quickly returned from the mountain and returned to the camp.

When approaching the camp, Gawain deliberately handed the two heads to the two serfs, and asked them to walk in front of them holding the two skulls.

At first, the two serfs were so frightened that they took over the skull tremblingly under the command of the lord, but they soon realized that the bone was already a dead thing, and it was a piece that was constantly dissipating. Dead creatures, they finally mustered up their courage, and after they mustered up their courage, the hatred for the monsters who destroyed their former homes finally spread from their backwater-like hearts.

Holding their skulls high, they walked ahead like soldiers holding flags, and they deliberately showed the spoils to the trembling, poking people in the camp, even though it was not them who destroyed the monsters, they seemed to be in the process. shared the glory.

The atmosphere of panic and tension still lingered in the camp, but Gawain could imagine that after the two skulls were brought back, the panic and tension in the camp might still be there, but there would be more stability in it——

For this world full of monsters and beasts, and there has been a wave of magic, what people fear most is not monsters, but being unable to resist when monsters attack, as long as they see a little hope of defeating monsters, they will Just enough to summon some courage.

Even if the courage just kept them from fleeing the camp that day, it was enough.

Amber very cleverly understood what Gawain meant. After entering the camp, the first thing she did was to follow the two serfs around to find someone to talk about how easy it was to defeat these monsters, especially in the process. What a pivotal role it has played - I didn't mention calling for help anyway.

But for Gawain, who had returned to the camp, what he had to do had just begun.

He called Hetty: "Hetty, do you know the auxiliary spell for magic shielding?"

"I know, and I'm very skilled," Hetty replied confidently. "Because I can't break through the intermediate level, I have learned all the spells that can be learned below the intermediate level."

Except for aiming...

"Very good," Gawain suppressed his desire to complain, "you go into the mountains with me again, I need your spells."

"Isn't the monster already wiped out?" Hetty was a little puzzled, "I saw the loot you brought back, and thought I was going to clear the alarm..."

"That's a temporary reassurance," Gawain shook his head, "Those aberrations wandered out of the Gondor wasteland, all the way through the southern belt plain and the entire mountain range to get here, I suspect that there is a large wall over there. Problem—and I suspect more than a few aberrations are wandering out."

Hetty didn't ask any more questions, but went back and arranged the affairs during his absence. Then, he put on his staff and put on a short robe that was convenient for moving in the wild, and was ready to go.

Gawain found Amber, who was on a tour in the camp, and pulled up the half-elf who was trying to evade work on the grounds that he was "helping with propaganda." The place to fight.

Those huge blood-colored skeletons are still lying quietly on the mountain road, in a state of constant decomposition.

Amber frowned at the ugly wreckage: "How did you know there were more monsters? Did you see it?"

"You don't know about aberrations," Gawain said his judgment, "you know that aberrations are a kind of thing that is more tenacious when there are more, and weaker when there are fewer, and even destroys itself when the number is too small. Is it?"

Don't talk about Amber, even Heidi didn't know about it: "When the number is too small, it will kill itself? What's going on?"

"Aberrations and magic tides complement each other, and there may even be two manifestations of the same phenomenon," Gao Wen explained, "There is a threshold for the number of aberrations, after the threshold is exceeded, the greater the number, the pollution of magic tides. The stronger the pollution will be, and the stronger the pollution will be, the more and stronger the aberrations will be, and the ubiquitous magic in nature is the soil that keeps this process developing, so a sufficient number of aberrations only need to gather in At the same time, a new magic tide pollution point can be formed, and it will rapidly expand and spread; but conversely, if it is lower than that value, the magic tide pollution generated by the aberration body will not only be unable to multiply, but will even be unable to maintain itself. They will continue to weaken and gradually disintegrate in the orderly world - a process that is very fast, and the aberrations that break away from the large army will even collapse on themselves within three days."

Amber glanced at the wreckage on the ground: "I remember you said that when the aberrations do not sense the target, they will wander blindly or stay in place. In this case, their movement speed is very slow... …”

"That's right, if there were only four monsters, they would never have wandered from the wasteland of Gondor to this place. At their speed, they should have dissipated halfway along the way," Gawain did not hide his worries, "so these four A monster broke away from a large group... Maybe it was lost, maybe the group was too loose, but the large group definitely exists."

Heidi couldn't help holding her staff a little nervously.

Gawain concentrated his mind and carefully observed the mountain roads where the monsters wandered.

Aberrations are the product of the dark magic tide. Their chaotic magic power is as pungent and eye-catching as putrid sludge in this world. Although these chaotic magic powers dissipate quickly, these monsters are not long ago. Appeared, so those traces of magic power are very likely to remain.

Sure enough, after concentrating on distinguishing carefully, he sensed a subtle incongruity in one of the directions of the mountain road.

That direction also happened to be one of the roads that pointed to the southern foot of the Dark Mountains.