My Summons Are Weird

After reading Nettie's diary, Lu Yu and his party were speechless all night.

They tacitly gathered the bones of Nettie and others together, buried them shallowly, and prepared to take them away from this tragic place that bound their lives when they returned.

If they still have souls floating in this land, they must also hope to see Lu Yu and the others do the same.

Leaving the cave, Lu Yu looked again at this place where he couldn't get a glimpse of the panorama because of the darkness.

The drooping vines, the weeds as tall as a person, the big trees that stretch their branches to the sky in order to compete for sunlight, the strong roots of the trees swell on the ground, like the bare ribs of a scrawny patient.

The wasteland that Nettie and the others reclaimed did not leave any traces in the passage of time. If it wasn't for Wu Yaoxian's boring use of sticks to scratch the ground, no one would know about them and what happened on this land.

Lu Yu and his party, who had packed up and set off again, took out the magic meter in their hands after flipping through a mountain.

The value is already three, which means that the magic power here is sharply reduced by half compared to the outside world.

Lu Yu, Lulutis, who need to use magic power, and the mist demon who are magic life forms can obviously feel discomfort.

Wu Yao's reaction was the most obvious, she had completely turned into a scarf, hanging around Lu Yu's neck.

"The effect of suppressing demons is becoming more and more obvious. The monsters in this area should have the power to carry curses."

Several beasts and low-level monsters were caught on the periphery, but none of Sayer's curse power was detected. After entering the new area, Lulutis couldn't wait to verify her conjecture.

What you want is nothing.

Lu Yu wandered around for a long time, not to mention monsters, not a single ferocious beast, but a lot of harmless small animals.

At this moment, Lu Yu and his party seemed to be ready to step into the grass, waiting for the trainer who lost the ball to conquer the Pokémon.

Usually, when you step on the grass and jump on the grass, the monster jumps in seconds. When you really want to bump into the monster, he will die.

I hope that this kind of thing will happen to everyone. For example, the sanctuary elves who followed Lu Yu and entered the Silent Mountain Range encountered a little trouble at this moment.

It almost completely copied the sanctuary elf brigade that Lu Yu prepared to enter the Silent Mountains. The leader was the sixth-order magician, Old Moore.

Many high-level magicians in Soaressen were shocked by Old Moore's decision. The Silent Mountains had a very strong suppression effect on magicians. Old Moore, who could not use magic smoothly, might not be as powerful as a group of white wood-level beginners. Adventurers, at least they wield more power with their weapons.

Many people who don't know it persuade old Moore, who "loves his son eagerly", not to go into battle in person, but just wait for the good news.

But how would these people know that in the heart of old Moore, lifting the curse for his son is only a secondary purpose. During this trip to the Silent Mountains, he hopes to find the source of the curse that can pollute and spread.

Understanding and using this power can not only greatly increase one's strength, but also make rank breakthrough no longer a vision.

This is the common wish of all those who pursue high-level magicians.

Old Moore did not dare to violate the ban of the Elf King, nor did he dare to touch Lu Yu's bad head. After all, he was a seventh-order magician.

Following Lu Yu into the Silent Mountains, the 60-person team formed by Old Moore only went in the same direction as Lu Yu in the initial stage.

After the rest last night, Old Moore chose a road overgrown with weeds by himself, and continued to search for the creatures with curses.

Old Moore and Lu Yu have the same plan, but in terms of operational efficiency, Old Moore is clearly superior.

After being cautious in the early days, the old Moore team, who found that they would not be madly attacked by monsters, began to speed up. It took Moore only one afternoon to go from an area with a concentration of five magic power to an area with a concentration of three.

As the saying goes, hard work always pays off. Perhaps seeing Old Moore so active, the surprise that Lu Yuku couldn't wait for came to Old Moore.

"Why don't we arrange for people to sit on flying mounts to scout the whole area of ​​the Silent Mountains?"

There was once someone who didn't understand the situation who made this classic question at a conference on the Silent Mountains.

If he could see the monster that the old Moore team was facing at the moment, he would have kept his mouth shut.

This is a monster that is twice the size of a human and looks like a dragonfly.

Two huge dark red eyes occupy half the space of its head. Moore and others saw themselves in the compound eyes of these monsters hovering in the air with almost transparent wings.

Tens of thousands of myself.

Looking directly at this group of flying monsters actually made many well-trained warriors feel palpitations.

The fine hairs on the dragonfly's feet are like steel needles, flying over and rubbing against the warrior is a **** wound.

Because of its huge size, the two sharp teeth that make up the chewing mouthpart are like a guillotine.

Such a body structure is destined that they will not like vegetarians, but are completely carnivorous monsters.

What the old Moore team encountered was not one, but a small group of more than a dozen.

Dragonflies flying all over the sky rubbed the "guillotine knife" constantly around Old Moore's team. The slight sound of flapping wings overlapped and amplified, making the warriors holding the weapons feel that the weapons were trembling.

After a brief panic, the archers in the team shot arrows smeared with poisonous phosphorous powder at the group of monsters that were about to attack.

Despite their huge size, these monsters obviously did not evolve armor enough to protect their soft bodies, or their body structure did not allow them to have such things, so the arrows easily penetrated the dragonfly's body.

Like a horn to launch an attack, the confrontational Old Moore fought fiercely with swarms of giant dragonflies.

Realizing that the arrow would pass through and the poison would take too long to take effect, the archers in the team quickly replaced the phosphorus powder that could ignite the dragonfly's body.

The shield guards raised their shields and formed a circle to protect the archers who shot their arrows with deadly arrows into the sky. Even though this group of dragonflies can move at extremely high speed, in front of the fiery touch that the top hunters have been raised, Still can't escape the fate of being penetrated.

The archers tried their best to ensure that they could hit the eyes of these monsters, because they found that when they hit other places, this guy would not die immediately, and could even continue to fly as if nothing had happened.

Just now, when one of my companions repaired the fallen dragonfly, the dragonfly was bitten by the dead dragonfly.

Seeing his companion missing half of his body, and listening to his wailing before his death, everyone finally felt the real feeling of being in the Silent Mountains.

This is the strange mountain range that even a crystal-level warrior can swallow!

Although it seems that these giant dragonflies have obvious weaknesses and weak defenses, they are easy to deal with, but this is only the first one they have seen. What will happen next?

Will the things the two crystal-level warriors see before they die appear in front of them?

Old Moore only provided a little shield magic in this battle. Although he carried a lot of crystals infused with magic power, he did not intend to waste it.

The closer he gets to the core area, the more unmaintainable his magic power is. Whether these magic power crystals can support him in a fierce battle, even he has no idea.

At the end of the battle, the clerk accompanying him carried out an inventory of the battle damage as usual, and recorded the information of the monster by the way, so that he could submit it to His Majesty's imperial survey after going out.

"Death in battle, two. The cause of death was a sudden attack by a swindling giant fly when making up for the knife."

"Severely wounded six. Visually, healing magic can be used to recover to minor injuries."

"Severely injured people have never had language disorder, so it is speculated that the monster does not have the curse power that pollutes the language."

Old Moore personally cut open the body of the giant fly, and the magic power contained in the magic core was only less than half of the average level of the fourth and fifth-order monsters in the outside world. startled.

The demon cores of these giant flies are extremely small, and some are not the size of a human fist.

"Teacher, it's been a long time since you frowned and stared at the magic core. Is there any problem?"

When Old Moore's disciple saw his master's face twisted, he asked cautiously.

"Not right."

"You mean the magic core?"

Old Moore hesitated for a long time before answering.

"Do you still remember, when the monsters that carried the power of the curse attacked people outside the Silent Mountains and were captured, the size of their magic core was similar to that of the monsters of the same level in the outside world."

"But this one in our hands..." Old Moore raised a demon core less than half the size of a fist, "In these years, we have banned the Silent Mountain Range, and we have never conducted further research on this place, so we ignored a piece that should have been discovered earlier. details."

"If an area is born with scarce magical power, the life forms it breeds will change."

In places where there is no magic power, the magic core, an organ used to store magic power and interact with magic power, has zero effect, so in the reproduction of generations, the magic core will gradually degenerate.

When the environment becomes extreme, this degradation can be particularly rapid.

"The group of monsters that rushed out of the Silent Mountains more than 100 years ago still have normal-sized demon cores, but these giant flies are so small. Is it an individual difference in life? It is the Silent Mountains that have undergone earth-shaking changes for more than 100 years. Change? Or... is there really a place for magic in the Silent Mountains?"

The secretary truthfully recorded Old Moore's words, and after asking for instructions, he opened the communication scroll, and conveyed the information to the Soresan magicians who were waiting for the message outside the Silent Mountains.

The magicians were ecstatic, and they all felt that it was the right decision for Old Moore to enter the mountains.

Before so many warriors went in, they didn't return any valid information other than killing them all the way.

It has to be an erudite magician who ventures in to find out the truth behind the Silent Mountains!

Just as the group of magicians cheered, in the depths of the mountains they could not see, in the rolling mountains, purple light was flashing rapidly.

That light was as dazzling as it was more than a hundred years ago.