In the dark night, in the middle of a small town, a group of people gathered around a campfire, singing and dancing. It looked very lively. The young boys and girls looked at each other with admiration.
The autumn harvest has passed and winter is approaching, so the town has become idle. The mayor organized some activities for the young villagers to promote their relationships and to pair up with each other.
Some young and beautiful girls also put on their most beautiful postures, hoping to be noticed by noble lords or handsome men.
There was peace beside the fire.
Mayor Yarlin's face was reflected by the firelight. He looked at the people in front of him warily with a hypocritical smile on his face. "You three have come from afar. I am very welcome to you, but what you said is really horrifying. Let alone the Wasenburg side, even the Albis City side will not let this happen."
One of the three men threatened hypocritically, "We are not exaggerating. Something big is about to happen in the northwest. Maybe you don't know that a dark wizard is about to be born in the northwest. I don't know, have you heard of the Nightmare Empire?"
The Nightmare Empire is too old for these people, and only old wizards who have lived for hundreds of years know about it.
Baron Arlin shook his head and said, "Go on!"
The man vividly described the great achievements of the Nightmare Empire and the terrifying abilities of the Nightmare Ancestor.
Almost no one could defeat him, and the entire Western Ring Continent was plunged into darkness.
"Only I, Mahakala, can save the people and destroy the demon Nightmare. Now that Nightmare is about to establish a country in the northwest, the northwest will soon face endless troubles. When Nightmare descends, the world will be in darkness."
The man silently released a spell of witchcraft, a spell of fear, which struck into Yarlin's heart.
Infinite fantasies arose in Yarlin's heart, his consciousness was blood red and dark, a dark sickle passed through the void, heads rolled down the town, and corpses were everywhere in an instant.
Shock, fear, terror, a series of chilling emotions rose in my heart.
He hurriedly asked for details.
The three people cooperated very well. One person described the details in detail, and one person released fear and weakening spells. For a moment, everyone around was immersed in the story told by the three people. Even the flames of the fire could not extinguish the darkness in their hearts.
I don’t know how long it had passed, but just when those people began to preach the benefits of Mahakala, a figure came quietly from outside.
Wherever he passed, the people around him automatically made way for him and came directly in front of the three people and Yaerlin.
Yaerlin was listening to the doctrine attentively, when suddenly his blood boiled. He glanced at the man, and then the darkness in his heart was flashed by a brilliant white light. Thunder roared, the earth trembled, and all the haze was swept away, and his heart suddenly became bright.
His mind was clear and his emotions naturally stabilized. He quickly began to doubt the three people in front of him. At this time, he raised his head and saw the appearance of the people who came, and was immediately shocked.
Oh my god, why did the Marquis come here?
He stood up immediately in shock, looked at Dolai, and said, "Why didn't you inform us in advance that the Marquis was coming?"
Dolai didn't look at him, but looked at the three people, smiled faintly, "If you don't come quietly, how can you see such a wonderful speech."
The three of them didn't notice Dolai's arrival at all, nor did they feel any signs that the witchcraft had been broken. They were only level three wizards, and facing a level six boss, they were completely unaware.
When Yarlin raised his head, his eyes brightened, and spoke, the three of them looked to the side together.
Dole? The Lord of Albis City, is he here?
The three of them were suddenly terrified because they knew they were exposed.
Dole was a sixth-level wizard, and they were preaching their sect to him, which was obviously infringing on the interests of the empire. They soon realized that the other two people must have been arrested.
run.
The three were about to run when they felt a black screen in front of their eyes, and they fell down, unable to feel anything.
Dolai glanced at the three people. Under the campfire, the people around him became clear-headed and looked at him without blinking.
What happened just now? Why did you believe what others said?
As soon as the city lord arrived, the three men fell to the ground automatically?
A group of people suddenly knelt down and cheered, "Mr. Marquis."
Half of the town was cheering, and it seemed quite loud. In the dark night, it seemed as if Dolai was the leader of the mission and the true God.
The one who came with Dolai was the nightmare clone, whose mental power was extremely sharp. He could even feel the emotions of the people around him. At this moment, they really regarded him as the god in their hearts.
Great, bright, fair, amiable, and without any airs.
It's like a god descending to the earth.
Dolai shook his head and used a gentle tone to reassure the people, "It's okay. These people are from a cult organization and have the power to deceive people. The Honorable Wizard Alliance has already issued a rule that if they are found, they will be executed immediately."
Yarlin was suddenly terrified. This order had been issued for many years, and members of the cult organization were hanged in Wassenburg every year. Yet he had listened to these three people and did not report it.
His legs went limp and he collapsed.
The people around didn't dare to speak and just knelt on the ground.
Dole took a quick glance and suddenly felt bored. It was not his intention to scare ordinary people. He was here to announce policies and arrest people.
He lowered his head, glanced at Yaerlin lying on the ground, and said, "This is the only time. Report them immediately if you encounter such people next time. They are not something you can handle."
When Yaerlin heard this, he was shocked again. The city lord was not going to punish him.
He immediately nodded and said, "My Lord Marquis, I know I was wrong. I will definitely follow the rules of the empire in the future."
Dolai was a little bored. He raised his hands and lifted the three people into the air. Under the illumination of the flames, they slowly rose into the air and soon disappeared into the air.
Behind him, a group of people were kneeling on the ground.
…
Dolai did not report these three people to the Glory Wizard Alliance. After leaving the town, he directly turned the three people into his spiritual nutrients and threw their bodies into the wilderness far away. The wild wolves would clean up all traces.
With the spiritual power of three little wizards, Dolai felt that his spiritual power had risen to level five.
This skill is advancing too fast. In less than a few months, I have advanced from zero to the current level five. I estimate that it won’t take long for me to catch up with the original body and the Skeleton Demon God’s clone.
It is too fast and very stable. The mental power cultivated is also very pure, and its quality is comparable to the Storm Meditation Method.
He carefully thought about the pros and cons of these three meditation methods, and his heart could not calm down for a long time in the dark night.
The mental power cultivated by the Storm Meditation Method tends to be light and agile, of very high quality, and sufficient in quantity. It can be said that it is a perfect meditation method with almost no shortcomings. The Skeleton Demon's meditation method tends to be dark and death, and advocates violence. Under the sickle of the Grim Reaper, one force can break all laws. The power cultivated is mainly based on extreme bursts and is very powerful. The final Nightmare Meditation Method is mainly based on mental power. Various mental witchcraft emerge in an endless stream, and can even be hidden in a person's heart. It can be called an indestructible cockroach.