As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"No, get out of here!"

Aiwen reacted the fastest, and lost her voice:

"Don't bring anything that hasn't been moved, and set it all on fire!"

The goblins were confused, but obeyed her order and burned the remaining items.

Leaving behind curling black smoke and debris all over the place, the lair was officially abandoned, and all the goblins rushed to the other side of the forest with their bags on their backs.

"Still careless."

On the way, Aiwen said angrily:

"What we have to face is a goddess. The name of a god cannot be easily spoken, especially if you say it yourself."

"Then... what should we do?"

The blond little loli also panicked:

"Will they come after me?"

"I do not know."

Aiwen replied solemnly:

"Turn around first."

She turned the blond little loli around and lifted the clothes on her back.

There is a faint imprint on the delicate vest, which is where the goddess's imprint was originally located.

Now there is a blue halo, as if it is a coordinate, something is positioning here.

"It might hurt a lot, bear with it."

She became ruthless, and a faint golden light appeared on the surface of the magic sword!

"what--!!"

The blond little loli screamed!

Egwen cut off the shining skin on her back with a blade full of divine power, and blood flowed profusely on her fair skin!

"Press the wound yourself, hurry up!"

She took out the medicine from her pocket and handed it to the blond little Lolita.

"drive!"

Then the speed of the carriage was accelerated, and the team that surpassed the goblins rushed forward.

Finding a stream at last, she found a branch, wrapped the piece of skin around it, and threw it into the water.

As soon as it touched the water source, the light on the branches immediately flourished!

Like a sapphire with strong light undulating in the stream, it gradually drifts away with the current.

"It's really a crow's mouth."

Watching the branch go away, she thought with lingering fear:

"What should be guessed right is wrong... all the things that shouldn't be guessed right are guessed right."

Back on the carriage, the blond little Loli raised her head enduring the pain, and asked worriedly:

"What did you just do?"

"Do what needs to be done."

Egwen drove the carriage again and drove towards the direction Goblin said.

Since the Lost Forest is the territory of the elves, weak monsters like goblins can only hide outside and build lairs.

The place they chose was a valley, and the location was not bad, but now it is full of devastation.

When Ai Wen and the others rushed to the valley, there were black and purple blood stains everywhere, as well as piles of carrion and bones.

There are monsters and humans in it.

It can be seen that the valley is filled with gray fog, and even though it is still daytime, the sun cannot shine into the valley.

In the dark mist, some shambling figures can be faintly seen walking around, and occasionally, faint blue ghost lights can be seen floating around.

"...What a smelly place."

Even though it would affect the wound on her back, the blond little loli couldn't help stretching out her hand to cover her nose, complaining:

"Can't you find a cleaner hiding place? That's how it was last time."

"Be patient, this is already the best choice."

Ai Wen carefully carried her down.

"Summon your sea giant puppet and hide on top of it."

Then he solemnly enjoined:

"Stay here and don't make a sound, don't make any big movements, understand?"

"It's just a few undead, so there's no need to make such a fuss."

The blond little loli murmured:

"And then? Wait until you go in and clean them up?"

"No, wait for someone here first."

Egwen looked at the sky and replied.

Chapter 100 Mist of the Dead

After a while, Barry, the master alchemist who was summoned, rushed to the valley out of breath.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Egwene said to the master of undead magic:

"Help me survey this place and see if there are any targets that need attention."

"This is... the fog of the dead!"

Barry was shocked after checking:

"The storage method second only to the dark sky in the legend, I didn't expect to see it here."

"What's coming?"

A certain person knows nothing about undead magic and cannot understand this kind of proper term.

"This is a super large magic circle."

Looking at the gray mist in the valley, Barry replied in surprise:

"Its layout method is very demanding. It must have a suitable terrain before it can be used, and various rare materials must be collected... This valley just meets its conditions."

He explained the purpose of this magic circle to the two:

"Under normal circumstances, the undead cannot appear under the sun, because sunlight is very harmful to ordinary undead, and it is not conducive to their evolution."

"But the mist of the dead can ignore this rule. It can continuously block the sun, and gather magic power to nourish the undead inside and promote their growth."

"Not only that, but in the area covered by fog, new undead can even be spawned continuously!"

He walked to a pile of bones next to him, and said a spell to the bones.

"Kakaka."

The pile of bones moved.

Then it was slowly spliced ​​together into a skeleton, and stood up under the watchful eyes of the three of them and the goblin.

Its intelligence was obviously very low, and it didn't have the ability to think independently. It just stood there blankly, waiting for the master's order.

"Unless you have reached the level of a necromancer, you need a rigorous soul-calling ceremony to resurrect a skeleton."

Barry said in admiration:

"But you also saw that I just used a simple spell to form a skeleton soldier. This kind of thing can only be done in the fog of the dead."

"Can you subdue all those guys in the valley?"

Egwene suddenly had an idea.

"I think so too, but my magic power is limited."

Barry smiled wryly:

"Each skeleton needs a lot of magic power to control. Unless I use magic props, I can only control about 30 skeletons at most, and it won't last long."

"And there, to say the least, there are hundreds of undead creatures."

He shook his head regretfully:

"Once it is judged as an enemy, the undead under my control will be wiped out immediately, and it will be useless at all."

"I remember when you controlled the evil spirits, there were far more than 30."

Egwen asked suspiciously:

"Why are there fewer now?"

"Evil spirits are higher-level existences than skeletons. I can only control 10 evil spirits at most; however, they can be possessed by new armors without limit."

Barry solved her doubts:

"So I can keep besieging you until you are forcibly purified by that priest."

They were talking, when the thick fog in the valley suddenly moved.

"Boom...boom..."

The sound of footsteps came from the depths of the fog, as if something huge was approaching the mouth of the valley.

Hearing this voice, the goblins panicked!