"Maureen."

"Maureen Olson!!"

Morin sat cross-legged in the tent. Instead of sleeping to rest, he was practicing meditation.

In a trance, Mo Lin heard someone calling his name. His eyebrows suddenly raised and Mo Lin opened his eyes.

The tent was still the same as before, with the same furnishings as before, without any changes.

The same was true of the magic circle he left in the void, there was nothing unusual about it.

Morin frowned slightly.

He looked around, then stood up, opened the tent curtain and looked outside.

The outside is still the same as before, no changes, no abnormalities.

It was just quiet all around, and it seemed especially peaceful.

A light mist was floating in the surrounding wilderness, making the surroundings look indescribably empty and ethereal.

Mo Lin's heart moved. He exhaled, looked around again, and then walked outside.

No one.

No one.

No one.

Maureen performed witchcraft and cast a spell, but the result showed that there was no one in the other tents either.

The surroundings were really dead quiet, as if all the wizards and all the existences had disappeared completely at this moment, and only Morin existed.

The expression on Morin's face was calm, but he became alert in his heart at this moment.

He walked slowly and suddenly realized that the scene around him had changed without him noticing.

He was not in a camp, but in a vast plain.

A light mist covered the sky, which seemed boundless and dark, as if it was at the end of heaven and earth.

“It’s really strange.”

Maureen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, Morin felt extremely tired, and had an indescribable anxiety and confusion, as if he was in trouble.

“You’re looking for death!!”

Before the next change happened, Morin sneered.

He stretched out his hand, changed it slightly, and made several strange witchcraft gestures.

Under his feet, circles of flames suddenly emerged, forming waves of halos that crashed towards the surroundings like a tide.

In the blink of an eye, the air around him became distorted. In a trance, countless flames were running around and waves of fire were rising continuously.

This place seemed to have become a kingdom of fire.

"seal up!"

Two slightly rotating strange silver totems appeared in Morin's eyes. The totems emitted a faint light and looked very strange.

As Morin recited the witchcraft spell, a totem with strange silver patterns appeared under his feet. Rays of silver light shone on the totem, making it look extremely mysterious.

With a loud crash, the silver totem suddenly rushed in all directions and soon disappeared.

This is Morin using the Minai Totem to cast a spell, and at the same time he is also using his current fire power.

The surroundings became blurry, and then began to shake violently.

Waves of black gas emerged from the ground and kept gathering, forming a series of strange human figures.

Only the upper bodies of those figures looked human. They were naked, with the outlines of their muscles vaguely visible. The lower bodies looked like wisps of smoke, like ghosts, giving people an indescribable feeling of weirdness and mystery.

Waves of black air floated out, and human figures formed there one after another. The expressions on those figures’ faces were distorted and painful, as if they were enduring some unbearable torture.

Morin looked at them, his expression indifferent, without the slightest change.

A more gorgeous totem rose up from under his feet and rushed out, causing the shadows to scream. Their bodies evaporated and turned into wisps of thin black smoke, disappearing forever.

There were changes all around.

Morin discovered that he was not actually far away, just a little ahead of where everyone was stationed.

When Mo Lin thought of the scene just now, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

He walked forward and soon returned to his tent.

Morin sat down cross-legged again, and then, his heart moved, his mental power surged, and he suddenly urged it in all directions.

The surroundings still seemed to have not changed, exactly the same as before, but from nowhere, a huge roar was heard, as if something suddenly shattered at this moment.

Morin only felt a slight sinking in his head, but he quickly recovered.

"Oh no, oh no, something happened, something happened!"

"Oh my god!"

There were shouts from outside, and the frightened voices of wizards and warlocks continued to ring out.

The expression on Morin's face was very calm. He stood up, lifted the curtain of the tent, and walked outside.

The wizards kept walking back and forth, with indescribable anxiety on their faces. They looked extremely hurried, frightened and afraid.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Morin stopped a wizard and asked.

"I don't know what happened, but after last night, many wizards died suddenly." The wizard who was stopped had met Morin once before. Hearing this, he didn't want to avoid Morin and spoke directly, saying, "Some of them died peacefully, as if they were killed in their sleep, while others were in tatters and emitted a foul odor, as if they had turned into old corpses that had been there for years."

Is this actually the case? Mo Lin was somewhat surprised.

He walked forward with the wizard and looked at the corpses in the tent in front.

The corpses that seemed to have been killed in their sleep were quiet, without any strange look. The wizards still maintained the same appearance as before falling asleep, and their bodies were very energetic, as if they had just fallen into a deep sleep. However, the other corpses were different.

"It feels really strange..." There was a cold light blue light flashing in Morin's eyes. He stretched out his hand and gently hit the corpse.

With a crackling sound, the corpse shattered into pieces. Countless muscles turned into black charcoal particles and fell to the ground, revealing the yellow bones inside.

In the blink of an eye, the corpse, which had maintained its previous appearance but showed a smell of corruption, exploded completely, and only yellowed bones fell to the ground with crackling sounds.

Maureen's hands froze for a moment.

His fingers were caressing, feeling the breath of the corpse. At the same time, Morin was letting the chip analyze the breath just collected.

"If I hadn't reacted just now, I would have been killed in my sleep..."

"Some of the other bodies look like bones that have been buried underground for thousands of years."

Maureen thought to himself, feeling somewhat confused.

After this happened, everyone felt very heavy in their hearts, but they continued to stay. The reason was simple, because there was a chance that they could obtain psychic gems that could increase their mental strength without any side effects, and they were reluctant to just leave like that.

But what happened next made all of them feel depressed.

After they obtained the psychic gems during the day and continued to stay at night, many wizards died the next day.

The way they died was exactly the same as the previous wizards, and this time, the majority of them died in the first way, as if they had become thousand-year-old corpses.

Morin was not disturbed at all, as if he had been ignored and immune after breaking the inexplicable attack.

He also harvested a lot of psychic gems.

The wizards were worried, but they didn't plan to leave just like that, because there were psychic gems here, and the wizards were reluctant to leave.

In the blink of an eye, it was night again.

This time, in order to prevent accidents, the wizards not only set up many magical arrays, but also established magical connections and communications with each other. They told each other that if any accidents really happened, others would rush over as soon as possible.

But the results were horrible.

On the second day, more wizards died, and more and more corpses turned into thousand-year-old corpses.

"Oh my God..." Witch's face turned pale, his whole body was shaking, and he looked very scared.

“Damn it!”

Some wizards clenched their fists and cursed in secret.

Before, the many spells and defenses they had set up were completely useless, and the wizards were killed without even realizing it.

"We can't stay here anymore. Let's go, let's leave here!" A wizard shouted, looking very excited.

He was a second-level wizard, inconspicuous among the many wizards present and considered dispensable. But now, no one ignored his voice.

Yes, we have to go.

Must escape.

So many wizards have died, who knows if I will be the next wizard to die?

Just thinking about it made everyone feel a tingling sensation on their scalp.

This time, all the wizards gathered together and walked towards the one in front.

All wizards felt fear. They were afraid. Yes, facing such an unpredictable situation, there was no wizard who was not afraid.

They all gathered together and slowly walked forward.

After they walked for a while, they found that the surroundings were still a wilderness, with no changes at all, which made the wizards feel doubtful.

From time to time, many corpses appeared on the ground, and everyone kept moving forward while collecting numerous psychic gems.

It was dark all around and everything looked blurry.

The wizards gathered together and were undergoing repairs.

Sith took out food from his void pocket and was eating slowly. He was fat and a little bloated, and was Jamie's companion.

"Jamie..." Thinking of Jamie's death, Sis sighed and looked a little sad.

In a trance, he seemed to hear some sound.

"What's wrong?"

Sith was startled. He stood up subconsciously and looked around.

Off to the side, in a slightly remote place, there was a person squatting.

The figure was wearing a black robe and looked like a wizard.

"Why is he there alone? Why doesn't he come and join us?" Sis was a little confused. At this time, he didn't think about other aspects.

"Go and have a look."

Sith thought, striding forward and walking towards the wizard.

There was thick fog all around.

The figure of the wizard squatting on the ground was looming, like an illusion, yet not entirely real.

"Hey, who are you and why are you squatting here alone?" Sis walked over and asked.

The figure did not answer, but his body trembled suddenly, appearing to shrink a little.

It was not until Sith asked a few more questions that the figure began to speak tremblingly.

"I... I'm hungry... very hungry..." Intermittent voices came from the black robe under the figure.

"Don't be afraid. If you are hungry, I can give you something to eat."

Sith felt that the voice of the figure sounded familiar, as if he had heard it a long time ago. He did not think too much about it at this time, but said this.

“Really…really?” The figure looked a little excited, his black robe trembling, and said, “Thank…thank you…thank you…”

"It's okay. It's okay."

Sith answered, finding his voice increasingly familiar.

Wait a minute, that sound.

Isn't this the voice of the dead Jamie? !

Sith's breath suddenly stopped.

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

The figure in front slowly raised his head.

As he did this, his face suddenly appeared.

"Jamie!"

Sith lost his voice in an instant.

The figure was none other than Jamie, but his face was covered with dense holes, and countless maggots were constantly drilling in and out of his face. Jamie's eyes were dim and lifeless, and were still oozing yellow pus.

With a muffled sound, one of Jamie's eyes burst open, and yellow pus splashed out and fell directly on Sith's face.

"Thank you, Sith."

Jamie grinned.

As Jamie made this move, the muscles on his face that were covered with countless maggots kept falling off, revealing the yellow and black bones inside. He now looked very strange and terrifying.

With a whoosh, Jamie pounced over.

Sith felt the yellow pus splashing onto his face, and seeing Jamie's current appearance, he was completely terrified.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck that seemed to tear his soul apart.

Sith's eyes suddenly widened.

"Aa ...

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