Oxia was walking on the wasteland.
Surrounded by surging black mist, like a curtain on the stage, covering the sky and distant scenery.
She could see only a radius of less than ten ters, and further places were subrged in thick black fog.
The surroundings were very quiet, and all I could hear was the sound of my own footsteps.
When you are alone in such an environnt, no matter how firm your will will inevitably be shaken, you will feel fearful, and you will subconsciously feel that there is sothing indescribable hidden around you.
Like a predator in the jungle, watching the prey, playing and playing, watching the prey die step by step in fear.
Of course, Oxia is not like that.
As an inspector, she has a long life and has seen all kinds of bizarre and blurred scenes.
Moreover, that inexplicable suppression has disappeared now, and it is quite difficult to encounter danger with her strength.
What Oxia cares most about now is to investigate how the other mbers of the team are, whether they are in danger, or have they already evacuated first.
I don't know if they also encountered those outsiders.
Is it also helped by the role of glory.
There are many questions that no one answers.
wow.
The rotten rocks shattered, making a crisp sound.
Oxia glanced down, and her forward pace was not affected.
She just found a direction to move forward, trying to cross the black fog, or to see what was in the black fog.
A faint candle flickered by her side, emitting a dim candlelight.
The light was not too bright, but it stopped the black fog.
This is an artifact blessed by the gods, with special effects beyond the ordinary.
The black mist obscures the sun and the moon, and the vast withered bones pave the way. The indescribable things linger in the dark shadows, peeping at the intruding guests.
This is the description of the Chaos Land in so travelogues.
Oxia thinks that it is not without its inadmissibility, at least the description of the black mist is quite accurate.
According to his understanding, it should be an extraordinary person with a strong desire to die who entered the land of chaos, and then was inexplicably teleported to the space where she is now.
The black mist fills everything, and there may be so kind of monster living in it.
And this extraordinary person happened to be carrying an item blessed by the gods, and he escaped successfully by chance, spreading what he saw and heard.
Of course, there may be so subjective judgnts involved.
By the way, add oil and vinegar, change so specific details and so on.
People will always subconsciously exaggerate their experiences, no matter whether they are ordinary humans or extraordinary people, they cannot escape this rule.
This is the discourse circulating within the three major forces.
It has been verified by nurous facts.
But now is not the ti to think about these things.
Oxia breathed a sigh of relief and frowned slightly. Even she was inevitably affected a little by being in such an environnt for a long ti.
Well, just one point.
rustling…
A sound like so kind of sand and gravel rubbing ca from the depths of the black fog.
Oxia stopped and listened carefully.
The voice disappeared, as if it was just her illusion.
However, Oxia didn't think she would hear it wrong. The faint sense of peeping was not wrong. The powerful instinct was reminding her that so kind of creature appeared in the dark.
Like a ghost, wandering in the depths of the darkness, never showing a trace.
Oxia continued to move forward, the candle flickered, dispelling the darkness, and making people feel at ease.
The candlelight is also guiding her forward to a certain area.
The ground turned black unknowingly, like the color it had beco after being watered with blood, and there seed to be a faint sll of disgusting stench and decay.
Click.
Oxia felt like she stepped on sothing.
A piece of weapon is half-covered, and it has been turned into rotten wood in the long years, and perhaps thirst for the blood of countless enemies in the past.
At this mont, there was a tingling pain in the skin of the neck.
Oxia turned her head, and an arrow swiped across her cheek, sinking deep into the ground, leaving only a dark hole.
A few strands of hair were scattered and fell to the ground.
Oxia looked back, her eyes as blue as the sea were as cold as snow, and there was only a chill in her brows.
"Can't stand it anymore..."
She whispered softly.
In the palm of the hand, a long spear with a length of more than two ters appeared in his hand.
Her figure disappeared.
The candles flickered, casting dappled shadows.
The black fog rolled like a tide.
There was a voice in the darkness, like a scream, and like a baby's cry.
The indescribable thing raised its head in the darkness, and a small figure stood on top of its head, piercing the spear.
Soon, Oxia walked out of the black mist and ca back to the range of candlelight. The spear was surrounded by black mist, and was being burned by the white flas, making strange noises.
Oxia opened her palm, and in her hand was a silver badge.
The stars are engraved on it.
She solemnly put away the badge and put it in her pocket. There was another badge with mottled rust in it.
Keep going.
Ti seems to have no aning, and there are gradually more withered bones under the feet, including human beings and other creatures, all of which have been decayed and only the appearance remains. It seems that there is so kind of existence that can absorb energy.
After so ti, Oxia stopped.
She raised her head and looked into the distance.
In the deep black mist, sothing vaguely seed to be standing.
Silent, like a giant watching, and like a silent corpse.
Oxia narrowed her eyes and carefully distinguished, and finally she could barely distinguish the appearance of things - it was a tall tower.
A broken tower.
As if it was forcibly broken from the middle by so kind of force, only the small half of it still stands tenaciously, which is enough to imagine its original majestic appearance.
There are buildings in the black fog, not an endless desert.
The black mist behind him surged like flowing water, as if it had life, and the retreating enemy approached again, looking for an opportunity to attack.
Oxia didn't care, still staring at the tower ahead.
She saw that at the bottom of the tower, there was a little dim light, like a lighthouse in a storm, always giving hope when it was on the verge of despair.
Oxia smiled.
When the mind was relaxed, there was an indescribable dizziness in the mind, inexplicable ravings sounded in the ears, and the black mist turned into the most morable monster roaring and roaring.
Oxia shook her head, took out an ice crystal-like candy and put it in her mouth.
Sen Han's breath seems to be able to completely freeze even the soul.
He shivered fiercely, and the filth contaminated by his soul was completely removed.
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