Versatile Mage

What else is there to wait for, the kind of cold that has never existed has spread all over the body.

Now Movan finally knows why the dark side is called “Hell”.

People who come here, no matter how powerful and supreme power they are in the original world, are just "orphaned wild ghosts” here.

Everyone walks fragile and humble on these death-ridden lands, in awe, in fear, with so little hope, constantly moving forward.

There are so many travellers, but few are willing to speak, and this “new world” brings them too many unspeakable shocks, they can only bow their heads and let the dark torrents push them and wait for the next abyss.

The sand was gradually thrown behind.

There is a dark forest ahead, and somehow it looks like a demon who has taken the body of the heavens and the earth under the sand, and whose twisted, raised hair is exposed to the earth.

The numbness went into the forest, and at this time people were clustered unconsciously.

When people are on the brink of despair, they tend to be so "united” that, in fact, the first rule shows that the Dark King's killing game has nothing to do with the number of heads.

There are more people, and the results are the same.

This is its hell, it's its reaper, it comes to its territory, and all it has to do is follow its rules to find life, and the clump doesn't make much sense.

People are simply seeking comfort from each other.

After all, not too long ago they were in a thriving city, enjoying the comforts of magic technology and wealth, turned into death row prisoners worse than slaves, and were on their way to prison.

Movan and Asaria are not with anyone else.

By the time we get to this dark forest, people will be very free to walk.

Now that Movan himself is in trouble, what other people will do, can only see their own creation. After all, the person who dragged them into this hell is the Asian Speaker Sulu they embrace!

“I don't know what happened to Sharjah.” Movan said.

“She shouldn't have gotten any better, and in front of the Dark King, the archangel was just a three-year-old.” Asaria said.

“Are we going to walk out of here now? Since we came in, it's like there's been no direction at all.” Movan looked around.

Gray twisted trunks, intricately plated rootstocks of snake nests, and vines hung like hanging ropes fill other blank spaces with dark matter.

How can other elements emerge when the dark matter here is a hundred times stronger than some so-called dark sanctuaries in the normal world, and the dark itself has the effect of suppressing other systems?

“Don't worry, Hammera will get us out of here.” Asaria said.

“That's good...” Movan is actually a little helpless about this unknown hell.

By the way, Asarea had a loyal covenant like the Lord of the Dark Sword, and as soon as she entered the darkness, it came to the servants of the wind and dust.

Someone's in the dark!

Shadow Elder!

This cargo is not a nobleman of the dark side. It is the Dark King who sits down like a warlord. Why didn't he come and say hello to himself when he got to its land??

Similar to the covenant, Shadow Elders are so disappointing!

The Black Frost Knight was familiar with the forest, and he kept circling around with Movan and Asaria, but around them, they walked to a place where the dark plants were sparse, obviously to step out of here.

However, Movan has noticed that while in this dark forest, there is always a very aggressive dark matter trying to penetrate into one's body, and they even change the body one by one.

Ask Asaria if Movan is confused.

Asaria communicated with her knight for a while.

When she walked out of the dark forest completely, Asaria looked back and sighed: “It is estimated that only eleven and two people can come out of it. ”

“It's dangerous in there??” Movan asked.

“Didn't your country like to marinate meat before putting it in a pot when cooking?” Asaria said.

“I'm a little hungry when you say this.” Movan Dao.

“Your body should also be eroded by dark matter, which changes the human ‘flesh' and becomes the favourite taste of the indigenous people living in the dark forest.” Asaria said.

“Uh...” Movan suddenly wasn't hungry again.

“So when we go into the forest, there's basically no danger in it, and now we've come out of it, and it's as if nothing terrible has happened, but those who haven't, their bodies are slowly going to taste like marinated meat, and those terrifying creatures in the forest are going to crawl out of their nests and start eating their food.” Asaria said.

Movan took a look at Blackfrost Sword Lord and was grateful.

Luckily they have locals leading the way here, otherwise...

“Ahhh!!!!!! ”

It is true that there is a tremendous scream in the forest, or it is coming from different directions.

Movan and Asaria didn't turn back and listen to these hoarseness and move on.

People have their lives. They're all “dead” in hell. They can't talk about mercy, let alone redemption. Now Movan just wants to get out of this place as soon as possible.

It's been a long time since this tiny feeling of fish shrimp anxiety in the river, especially after reaching the super order.

Terror of the Dark King...

If you can get yourself out of here safely, you will definitely learn more about black magic and dedicate more of your meagre magic salaries.

Out of the Dark Forest, in front of Asaria and Movan, is indeed a flat and even somewhat smooth land.

The earth is covered with a very solid crystal, like cut and polished…

Had it not been for the forest behind us one day, Movan would have even thought he was walking into an infinitely extended palace!

This smooth earth is also strange, with two shades of color, dark black and gray in visual contrast.

Dark black and gray white are neat squares with porcelain pattern, but each piece is as big as ten football stadiums.

Somehow, from the moment I saw this layout, Asaria's face grew white.

She knows what this is, but she's just too scared to say anything.

Movan looks at Asaria.

Asaria's beautiful eyes filled with fear!

“Here… here… is the board of the Dark King!! ”