Chapter 583: The Black Tide of World Destruction

Thor was really shocked by what Camus said.

The substances and soil in the body of the beast he brought back from a small world without any magic power and active elemental particles were actually related to the source of pollution.

If these things are really dormant sources of pollution, doesn't that mean that inside that small world, there are horrible sources of pollution everywhere, just like the Borderlands?

"Fortunately there is no magic there, otherwise wouldn't it be a world full of pollution and alienation?" Thinking of this, Thor's heartbeat suddenly quickened again, "Wait, could it be that this kind of pollution destroyed it?"

Thor immediately took out the tentacles that he had isolated and preserved after absorbing the pollution for several wizards.

Each tentacle is translucent gray, with only a drop of black, teardrop-shaped object visible inside.

Thor knew that these black objects were the same pollution sources as the black tides that had invaded his consciousness space, but apart from using them to cheat others, he had no better way to deal with them.

You can only keep the unused parts for now.

Researching pollution is also very dangerous. Thor plans to wait until he advances to the second level, take protective measures, and then start in-depth research.

Unexpectedly, today, I discovered another form of this black tide pollution source in a desolate little world.

"Camus, do you know what this pollution that looks like water droplets is? Why do all the wizards with problems I met in the Borderlands have this kind of pollution?"

Camus lowered his eyes but did not answer Thor's question.

The old witch whispered, "Don't ask about the root of this matter. First, it's useless for you to know, and second, this matter itself is not allowed to be known by wizards below the third level."

Thor turned around and asked, "How did you know that?"

The old witch raised her hands and dug her ears. "Of course I overheard it."

The broken finger behind her head moved, as if to say that everything was related to it.

Thinking about the fact that the old witch was once hunted by two third-level masters, it is possible that in addition to stealing some things, she also knew something that she shouldn't know.

However, this black tide pollution is very dangerous for other wizards, but for Thor, it is at most a matter of sleeping for three more days.

Thinking of this, Thor changed his mind about keeping the beast.

After Agu finished testing the beast's body tissues, he asked several people to gather the dismembered beast together again - preparing to find a time to throw the beast back into the small world.

It is better not to leave such a beast with a body full of pollution sources in the no-man's land.

Who knows if the high concentration of elemental particles here will awaken the dormant black tide? Next, when Thor was alone, he checked the gold coins in the Chaos Domain Compass and found that the surface of the gold coins was slightly dim.

"As expected, even if I have the Crying Face and Smiley Face gold coins that can charge the compass, I can't rest easy. This kind of gold coin should have a usage limit. I just don't know where else I can get this kind of gold coin with space attributes."

"Or is there any way to recharge him?"

Although Thor still had some questions about the Chaos Realm and the compass, he had at least prepared a place to hide.

Once the defensive position is established, you can then confidently prepare for promotion.

Just as Thor borrowed the headless body that Brando had hurriedly left behind and began to test-run the magic reservoir, the Tribunal also sent a large number of people to block several entrances to the Borderlands and check every pedestrian who tried to enter here.

Although they had received orders that thieves who stole important treasures from the Eternal Night Empire would find a way to enter No Man's Land, they had no way to directly block it off.

Because the Borderlands is almost one of the most resource-rich regions in the entire State continent.

Even many third-level wizards and even fourth-level wizards have demand for the witchcraft materials inside.

Where there is demand, there is purchase, and where there is purchase, there is transportation.

Even though the Arbitration Court is the most powerful organization on the continent of Nephrite, with a large number of third-level wizards and two fourth-level wizards, it cannot directly seal the channel.

Especially when even they themselves don't know how long it will be sealed.

Fortunately, although there were people entering the Borderless Land, not many of them were present. After the Tribunal arranged several second-level wizards and one third-level wizard at each entrance and exit, they were able to check on everyone.

On this day, three wizards arrived at the exit of Chuishou Valley almost one after another.

Two of them rode on spider chariots, and one rode on a flying roar - a demonic creature that looked like a tiger, but without stripes and with two pairs of flesh wings.

The two wizards sitting in the Spider Carriage were one first-level and the other second-level. When they saw the people from the Judgment Court, they immediately showed fearful expressions.

When he heard the other party asking them to remove all disguises, his face changed immediately.

But looking at the third-level wizard standing with his hands behind his back on the cliff nearby, they obediently took off their hoods.

One of the first-level wizards turned directly from a young and handsome boy into a white-haired old man.

Although the wizards of the Arbitration Court laughed secretly, after checking that their strength was not at the third level, they let them go without caring why they were disguised.

At this time, the third wizard, whose whole body was hidden under a cloak, came to the entrance riding on a flying horse.

"The Eternal Night Empire is hunting down fugitives. All those who enter the No Man's Land must be inspected." The first person to speak was a young witch with a kind face. "Please remove all your disguises."

The man under the hood moved, but did not take off his hood. Instead, the monster he was riding made an uneasy snoring sound.

A magic circle that conceals the fluctuations is engraved on the hood, making it impossible for others to directly see the person's appearance and strength.

The young witch frowned slightly and repeated her words.

But the man still did not take off his hood.

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Several second-level wizards at the back immediately looked at each other, and stood side by side with the witch, guarding against the other party's identity being problematic and suddenly launching a violent attack.

At this moment, the man hiding in the hood looked up at the wizard standing on the cliff, and finally stretched out a hand to the hat on his head.

Although he had made moves to remove his disguise, the wizard of the Inquisition did not let his guard down.

They knew that this was often the time when the enemy would suddenly launch an attack.

But this time it was different. The wizard riding on the Howling Roar really took off the hood that covered his face tightly, revealing a...

Her beauty was enough to make several second-level wizards stunned.

Their eyes fell on each other's eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, and they felt that there was nothing ugly about them. When the face shape and facial features were combined together, it was even more beautiful to the point of being breathtaking.

All the wizards in front, both men and women, blushed.

"Back off!" Suddenly, the third-level wizard on the cliff gave the order, which gradually woke up several second-level wizards.

When they came to their senses and looked at her again, she was still stunningly beautiful, but not to the point of making them lose their focus or blush or have their heart beat fast.

Several second-level wizards with rich combat experience immediately cast anti-confusement spells.

But facing the person in front of him, it seemed to be of no use.

The newcomer with a striking appearance raised his head and said to the third step on the cliff: "Can I go over now?"

The third-level wizard couldn't help but look at his face, but nodded seriously, "Okay."

The man nodded, lowered his head and put on his hood again, then drove the Flying Roar straight through a group of second-level warriors.

And when he put on the hood, the sanity of several second-level people finally returned.

With fear on their faces, they recalled how they had been bewitched, but they could not figure out when the other party had cast the spell on them at the same time.

"Don't think about it. He didn't do any witchcraft."

At this time, the voice of a third-level wizard came to the ears of several people.

"That's his instinct. Or rather, because the tribe disappeared, all the characteristics of the tribe were transferred to his instinct."

"The tribe disappeared?" A wizard suddenly reacted.

When the unusually beautiful person looked up, it seemed that he had a pair of pointed ears.

(End of this chapter)