Chapter 58 He believed it! He believed it!

At the Chamber of Commerce Inn, a ray of afterglow from the setting sun shines into the attic windowsill.

The Snowy Owl stood on the bird stand, magic flowing through its body, and meditated with its eyes closed... After being promoted to the second ring, the Snowy Owl mastered a spell called "Moonlight".

This spell can send down a column of moonlight, see through the illusions of multiple units within the column, and cause burning through moonfire.

Ye Zhi felt that this spell was quite useful. It was more convenient for identifying the followers of the Mist than the skinning trick taught by Zuanya! On the other side.

Hildreth spread out a roll of parchment on the table. On it was a hand-drawn map of Winter Lake City. Pointing to a corner of the map, she proposed a battle plan and said, "It can be basically concluded that the magic circle that summons the shadow beast is located in the underground warehouse of Eric's mansion. We need to find a way to sneak in and destroy it."

After Ye Zhi made the invitation, Hilde decisively agreed to join the operation and made the same judgment as Ye Zhi regarding the hiding place of the magic circle.

Considering that the shadow beasts would cause chaos in the city, Hildreth decided to let the rest of the Iron Oath Guards stay at the post station, while he formed a vanguard team with Yeats, Gray, and the talking squirrel.

"Eric is a three-ring mage certified by the Mage Guild, and he is also contaminated by forbidden knowledge. His strength should not be underestimated." Ye Zhi said cautiously: "I think we can't just break in like we did last time when we sneaked into the Dark Night Sect's base..."

Ye Zhi still remembered the arrest of the Dark Night Bishop. When he heard the word "infiltration", he couldn't help but think of the Valkyrie's bold and direct tactics.

The red-haired girl nodded and said, "Eric is protected by the shadow beast, and our goal is only to destroy the magic circle, so we have to think of a way to lure the snake out of its hole."

Zuanya crossed his arms and said proudly, "Leave this matter to me, I will make sure it is easy to handle."

Ye Zhi stretched out his fingers, rubbed the little squirrel's head, and said:

"You are so powerful, why don't you just rush in and execute Eric with justice?"

Zuanya rolled his eyes at Ye Zhi, expressing his great dissatisfaction with Ye Zhi's head-rubbing behavior. He stretched out his little claws to push away Ye Zhi's fingers, and said in a condescending manner: "You have to remember that the plan is to use the power of the Moonlight Goddess to destroy the magic circle. Until it is absolutely safe, we must hide in the dark and avoid direct attacks!"

Yeats thought to himself.

It's too sinister and doesn't fit my sunny and cheerful personality at all.

Can't you find a way to poison Eric? "So, how do you plan to get Eric to leave his mansion?" Hildreth asked calmly.

"Of course, I'll use illusion."

Zuanya raised his head and said, "If you want to make the followers of the Dark Night Goddess believe, you can't use the mist illusion, you have to use the shadow illusion!"

Shadow illusion aims to use real shadow energy to create semi-real things. This illusion requires communication with the "Kingdom of Shadows", which is the part of illusion power that the Shadow Prince took from the Goddess of Mist.

Ye Zhi was slightly startled.

Didn't you also stir up trouble between the Prince of Shadows and the Goddess of Mist?

"Shadow illusion...Mist illusion...What are these?" Gray was confused.

"For example, I am now using the mist illusion to transform into a troll. All the images you see are the result of affecting the mind and five senses."

As he spoke, Diamondfang jumped to the ground, and his body slowly grew larger, turning into the same appearance as the troll Ogg. Then he said to the Snow Owl beside him in a rough voice: "Come on, use the spell 'Moonlight' on me!"

The Snowy Owl glanced at him sideways, unmoved.

Diamondtooth clenched his fist and coughed heavily in his troll form, glancing at Yeats.

Ye Zhi understood what he meant and let the snowy owl cast a spell. A beam of moonlight shone down, and the illusion of the troll disappeared, returning to the appearance of a little squirrel.

"But if it is a shadow illusion, even Moonlight cannot detect it..."

Just as Zuanya was about to demonstrate, he suddenly frowned, sniffed the smell, and said curiously: "Huh? There is a smell of fog in the city?"

Ye Zhi recalled the last words left by the Mist believer he met yesterday, and stroked his chin and said:

"Sure enough, some Mist followers sneaked into the night of the lunar eclipse..."

Zuanya nimbly jumped onto Ye Zhi's shoulder, overlooking the street scene outside the window. His dark eyes rolled around and he quickly ran out of the house.

"I'm going out for a while, Yeats, wait for me to come back!"

"What are you going to do?" Yeats asked.

Drilltooth: "Have some fun!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Facing a powerful enemy, let's keep playing music and dancing! ...

Winter Lake City, Craft District.

As dusk settles in the workshops and shops, vendors who have finished their day's work carry the wooden barrels back into their homes and seal their doors in accordance with the curfew.

On the cobblestone road, a tall troll was carrying a wild boar with a satisfied smile on his face, his figure lengthened by the afterglow.

Returning to the stone house, the troll shouted: "Mother, I'm back!"

No movement.

The troll showed a confused expression and pushed open the door, only to see the house in a mess and bloodstains on the ground.

“…”

As if thinking of something terrible, Og threw the boar aside and shouted anxiously, "Mother! Rand!"

There was movement behind the wooden screen.

Oger pushed the screen open suddenly, and his pupils suddenly shrank into a point.

The old woman was curled up on the ground, her face pale, holding the sobbing little boy in her arms, and blood was trickling from her back.

Oger's voice trembled: "Mother."

"Ogg." Rand raised his tearful eyes, his face covered with blood, "You're back..."

The same greeting every day sounded so heartbreaking at this moment. Oger clenched his teeth tightly and uttered a trembling voice from his throat:

"What on earth... happened?"

"When I came back, I saw grandma lying on the ground." The little boy wiped his face and sobbed, "It must be...it must be, because someone hates you, so they came to take revenge on grandma..."

"Yes, it's all because of you!"

The little boy seemed to have found an outlet to vent his feelings, and he suddenly yelled, "It's all because of you that this family has become like this, and it's all because of you that my grandmother died."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

"Get out of here, you troll!"

He grabbed the wooden cup on the ground and threw it at the troll's broad chest. Although it was just an insignificant object, it hit Og so hard that he almost broke his heart.

"You are a troll, you will be a troll all your life, you can't stay with humans!"

With tears in his eyes, the little boy yelled, "You are no longer Ogg, get out now!"

"I...I'm not Ogg?"

Oger was stunned for a long time, then slowly raised his face, twitched the muscles on his ugly face, and finally forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Who am I then?"

"You are the murderer who killed my grandmother, you are a murderer!"

Plop! Og knelt on the ground and stretched out his hands to the little boy, as if to beg for his forgiveness, but he only received a strange and hostile look.

He looked at the old woman lying on the cold ground again. Her pale face still had the body temperature from when she was alive. Og stretched out his trembling fingers, wanting to touch her cheek, but was pushed hard by the little boy.

Ogg knelt on the ground with his knees and lowered his face. The muscles on the troll's face kept twitching, and tears as big as beans rolled down his face. He opened his mouth wide, trying to make his usual laugh, but only squeezed out an ugly roar like a beast.

"I killed my mother? I am a... murderer..."

The little boy looked at the troll who was crying and laughing, almost crazy, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and he thought to himself: He believes it, haha, he believes it!

On the other side, a glimmer flashed in the eyes of the troll Ogg, and he thought:

“Haha, he believed it!”

“Ahh—”

The troll Ogg cried and howled, then suddenly flapped his hands, breaking through the wind and slapping "Rand" into the wall with one palm.

Boom! Dust and smoke flew up, and Rand climbed out of a pile of rubble and bricks, spitting blood, and said in disbelief:

"Ogg, what are you doing?!"

"Open your eyes and see who I am!"

The troll stood with his hands on his hips and laughed, and the illusion gradually lifted, revealing a small animal with its hands on its hips.

'Mistweaver' Ellal's eyes widened.

A squirrel? No, this must be an illusion!

Elar's face gradually turned red and he felt furious.

I am the Bishop of the Mist, but I was actually trapped by someone else's illusion! Damn it, this is outrageous! Ellar suddenly dispelled the illusion, fluttered his cloak, and quickly fled the scene with the mist.

The little squirrel looked at the direction he fled, thought for a moment, and used the communication technique to communicate with Ye Zhi.

"Your troll friend and his two family members have come to the inn, right?"

Yeats's voice then rang out.

"They are all here. Are there any Mist followers who want to attack him?"

Now it was Zuanya's turn to be surprised: "You reacted quickly. That Mist Follower is heading towards you. I'll be there soon."

"Then you have to be quick." Ye Zhi said calmly, "Because I am very good at dealing with the Mist Followers."

Zuanya was startled.

But this is a fourth-ring illusionist, how can you deceive him? (End of this chapter)