Nightmare Card House

Border of the swamp area.

A mercenary group lurked in the bushes.

Seeing the fog filled with the breath of the undead and the wandering skeleton creatures in front of them, the mercenary members had different expressions.

"Boss, what's going on? Shouldn't this be a swamp area? How did it suddenly become..."

Mercenary Kasol didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him.

"Desolate and corrupted land." A young man in the team had a serious expression and added: "This is a desolate and corrupted land. I have seen similar descriptions in some ancient books. I remember that the records say that the undead were born in the desolate and corrupted land."

"Look, there are notices over there."

The leader of the mercenary group, Dewey, frowned.

The appearance of the undead outside the city caused a sensation in the city. The commission their team received was mainly to explore.

Following the undead skeletons and notices they encountered on the road, they tracked down this desolate and corrupted land area.

What they never expected was that a forest that should have belonged to the swamp area had completely become a desolate and corrupted land.

It seems that this desolate land has been here for a long time.

Few people come to the swamp area, so it is reasonable that it has not been discovered.

Dewey thought about it, checked the surrounding environment, and drew his long sword, "Let's go in and take a look."

The group kept their formation, holding 100% concentration, and stepped into the desolate land carefully.

The skeleton creatures around noticed the strangers, staggered towards them, moved, and made a clattering sound.

Dewey frowned, and the sword light flashed in the air.

The skeletons approaching on the left and right sides were shattered by the sword light, breaking into a pile of dry bones.

It was just the most ordinary skeleton, the same as those encountered in the outside world.

"It's an ordinary skeleton creature. Don't let your guard down. Be careful. We will clean it up all the way in."

Dewey made a judgment in his heart, called out, and led the way forward.

The undead fog affected some visibility, but the night sky was extremely clear tonight, and with the lit torches, the surroundings were very clear.

A team of twelve mercenaries slowly advanced.

Not far away, Fang Tian showed up under a big tree.

He held a few cards in his hand.

After hesitating for a few times, Fang Tian took back the cards.

Originally, Fang Tian planned to deal with this team, but soon, he found that it was not only this mercenary group that came to explore the wasteland, but another mercenary group also entered the wasteland not long ago.

It is not impossible to eliminate them all here, but doing so would roughly cost twice the number of ghouls and skeleton archers.

The cost of doing so is too high.

At present, the points are not enough, so it is better to save some.

On the other hand, facing this wasteland, what can these mercenary groups do?

It seems that there is nothing.

Even if a fire burns this place, the desolate land is still a desolate land. Can they create hellfire?

Thinking about it this way, since the mercenary group wants to go deep into the desolate land for a thorough investigation, just let them investigate. They can investigate whatever they want. Anyway, this is a bare desolate land. There are only skeletons. It will surprise Fang Tian if they can find something.

After thinking this through, Fang Tian felt that there was no need for him to stay here.

Fang Tian simply did not stay here any longer and turned back to Notting City.

In fact, everything was as Fang Tian thought. At the beginning, the team led by Dewey was still vigilant, but as they went deeper, this vigilance gradually relaxed.

From the beginning to now, they have been going deep into the desolate land for a full hour. Except for the slightly thicker undead fog, all they can see are skeletons.

These low-level skeleton creatures really can't arouse the interest of this group of mercenaries. A group of them can be chopped down with one sword.

The black earth was filled with the breath of death, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

A swordsman couldn't help but suggested: "Boss, we..."

"Don't say it." Dewey stretched out his hand and interrupted the swordsman, "The Land of Undead Corruption can't just appear out of thin air. There must be something we haven't discovered. Don't be distracted. Let's keep moving forward. The reward for this mission is very good. We must hurry up."

Hearing the word "reward", the members of the mercenary group barely cheered up and continued to move forward.

...

Back to Notting City.

What surprised Fang Tian was that the gate of Notting City in front of him had been tightly closed.

Fang Tian knocked on his swollen forehead.

This world still has the tradition of closing the city gate at night, but he actually ignored it.

Very tired.

Dizzy.

Fang Tian felt that the mental fatigue had made him lose some of his due judgment ability.

Continuing like this would only make things worse.

"Damn it."

Cursing softly, Fang Tian stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples.

Since entering the desolate land, he seldom slept in the past few days.

It was not because he had no time to rest, but because of the backlash.

The backlash caused by practicing spiritual arts was becoming more and more obvious. Even if Fang Tian stopped practicing now, the backlash continued and continued to deepen.

Every time I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep, that terrifying image of being swallowed up by negative emotions will appear in my mind.

Then, Fang Tian restrained that negative emotion and broke out of the predicament again and again.

Fang Tian didn't know how long he could last. He was worried that one day he would be completely swallowed by the illusion, fall into a deep sleep, and never wake up again.

So Fang Tian simply kept trying to stay awake and reduce his sleep time.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer..."

Fang Tian murmured to himself, wanting to hold on for a while longer. He walked to a corner of the city wall, leaned against the wall, and looked up at the stars.

It's too late.

In fact, Fang Tian was very sure of this.

The backlash was much more serious and faster than imagined.

Unless you are really lucky and Heather is extremely unlucky and accidentally dies in that trial, it will take too much time to kill Heather in this shadow world!

Now, he has just started in this shadow world. He doesn't even control Notting City, and he doesn't even know where Heather is in this shadow world!

Heather entered the shadow world at least half a year ahead of him, which was enough for him to operate in the shadow world...

The sleepiness became more and more intense, and gradually, Fang Tian could no longer feel the pungent smell of blood coming from the wall behind him.

If you can't hold it anymore, take a rest for two hours.

Fang Tian thought and closed his eyes.

A black light flashed from the wasteland card in the palm of his hand, and Fang Tian disappeared instantly.