The two teams quickly reached a consensus...

As a scout, it is impossible to retreat because of danger. We must try our best to find out the situation. For safety reasons, the Revenge Army, who has a higher combat effectiveness against the undead, enters the city to investigate. If anything goes wrong, the soldiers of the Watch Castle will quickly evacuate and return to Grantham to report.

The griffin crosses the city wall and enters the city. The bustling city is still empty, as quiet as a town, but like a cemetery, making people shudder.

"No one is there, can it be really caused by the undead..." A revenge scout was stopped after saying a few words.

"Seeing is true! You can draw conclusions without seeing anything!"

"yes……"

"Two people are in groups, go around. Remember not to blindly face the enemy when encountering danger. We are scouts. The information we collect will be valuable only if we send it back."

"clear!"

Looking at his subordinates who were scattering around, the captain of the scout couldn't help but sigh. Although he scolded his subordinates severely, he also had the same doubts in his heart.

It is not the first time he has come to Bisal. His geographical location is approaching and has become one of the city-states that diverted refugees from Grantham. He himself often escorted refugees here. He is in a high altitude, although he can isolate the low-level undead in the wilderness, but he cannot stop the invasion of bats, ghosts, gargoyles and lichs. Therefore, all floating cities have installed magic crossbows on the city walls that have automatic aiming and shooting as Xindu. In the past, before he could get close, he would be locked by crossbow guns. Now, he has penetrated into the city without any obstacles. The city's defense system has been broken, and the people in this city... are afraid that there will be a lot of danger.

The scouts in the team with the captain felt that the fountain below was different, which made the griffin fall to a height.

Read that right, the water level is indeed falling!

Just as the griffin landed, the landscape fountain in the center of the city seemed like a flood gate, and the water volume dropped sharply. It disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Captain, look..." The anxious scout shouted, and the rest of the words were swallowed in the throat by the scene in front of him.

The sound of the fountain leaking alarmed the captain looking around above. When he looked down, he saw that the circular fountain that was originally filled with water was only a dark hole.

Something is there!

Intuition sent out a creepy warning, something was there.

"Leave the ground!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fog of gray fountain poured out from the water passage from the black hole of the fountain, slowly drifting towards the wide-eyed scout and the griffin riding.

"Rick?" Seeing that his subordinates did not move, the captain called the scout's name again, but he remained silent and was wrapped in gray fog in an instant.

Could it be that he was confused by the spell?

When the captain took out the crossbow from the weapon bags equipped on both sides of the griffin, the scout's figure was completely blocked by the increasing amount of gray fog and could never be found again.

Just as he was surprised and confused, the gray fog seemed to have noticed another person in the air and began to slowly rise.

I felt something was wrong. While the captain was lifting up, Yu Guang swept around, and there was no trace of other scouts.

A tentative arrow shot out, and the arrow pierced into the gray fog with the sound of breaking through the air, and disappeared in an instant.

This time, because the distance is close enough, the captain can see clearly.

The arrows did not disappear, but were 'dissolved'. It was like heated butter... not water evaporated by the sun, nothing left.

The arrows were dissolved. You can also imagine the fate of the scout below.

"Damn it!" With a low curse, the captain tied the reins, and the well-trained griffon immediately turned around, and the gray fog followed closely behind.

"Leko, Eibar, Rurkon..." The captain opened his voice and called out his subordinates' names loudly. There was no other sound in the streets and alleys except his echo.

He lost all the scouts without even knowing what the enemy was. The fearful captain resolutely decided to retreat.

The griffin flapped its wings and flew fast, the high city walls came into view, and the soldiers of the Watchtower waiting there.

The captain of the scout was not able to let go of his heart when he saw a cloud of mist slowly rising from below them, silently and no one noticed it.

"Do not to save your companions!" The scout captain could only watch as several living people were swallowed by the fog, and they died before they could even make exclamations.

What is this his//mom!!

Knowing that it was useless, he still shot out all the arrows he carried with him like anger. All the attacks had no effect on the gray fog, which only caused the thing to turn around and continue to approach.

Despite his anger, the captain of the scout understood that his duty was to send the news back. He could only temporarily put aside his thoughts of revenge and drove back with the griffin. Fortunately, the fog was too slow and was quickly left behind. It was impossible to identify it in a short while, and together with Bisal, who had only an empty city, gradually blurred from his vision.

What exactly is that...

After being out of danger, Captain Scout began to think.

I have never seen it before, and I have never heard of it in the decades of fighting the undead.

A newly created monster from the undead?

Or, it exists already, but has never appeared?

The griffin let out a quick sound, and the captain who noticed something was wrong noticed that something was pressing down above his head. He looked up and saw a strong sour smell coming towards him. Finally, what he saw was a tiny insect as dust as the slightest buzzing sound, and then nothing was gone. He was gnawed like others, and he was instantly chewed so that he didn't even leave any residue.

The scout sent to investigate did not return for three days, Gonzalez was worried about their safety and asked Girard to find a way.

Because the distance is beyond the range of Hawkeye, a mage who had just advanced to the first level a few months ago sent an envoy to investigate.

The Revenge Army and several important figures from the Watch Castle gathered in the mage's dormitory, concentrating on watching the images transmitted back through the demons. As the scouts saw, the empty city had no figure, as if it had been abandoned.

"This is so strange. Even if you feel dangerous, you can't move them all in such a short time." Black supported his chin and was reborn in his heart.

As the closest human settlement to Bisal City, it is also the only portal in Befast. Whether the people there want to buy or move to the ground, they have to pass through Grantham. No matter how the ruling nobles are inconsistent with the Chenxi Sect, they have to have differences with the Grand Duke of Befast, and they will not be in trouble with themselves.

Because of the return of Shuanghan, Gonzalez is also very cautious about using the portal. He has been in a closed state in recent days. Where have the people in Bisar City gone?

"Will everyone hide at home?" Gonzalez was lucky, hoping that Bisal's people would just hide, not disappear or die. There were nearly 10,000 residents in that city...

"Hmm?" Gillard, who was remotely controlled by magic, seemed to have discovered something, and the sight of the demon suddenly changed.

"That's..." Hobbes, an adjutant of Gonzalez, gasped. On the ground in the inconspicuous corner of the street, there was a broken flag, and the embroidered patterns were all familiar to everyone present - the holy emblem of the Morning Sect, and the scattered sunlight vainly outlined the shape of the sun.

Everyone's eyebrows frowned. Bisar City was the fief of the twelve great nobles. It did not belong to Befest. It also became a vassal of the God of Magic because it was dependent on Hornheim. It was impossible to hang the holy emblems of other gods in the city. I think it could only be the scouts sent a few days ago.

As soon as the demon touched the flag on the ground, the edges of the cloth were strange. They were neither neat nor uniform, nor in a uniform manner, and they were fine and zigzag, as if they had been corroded by something.

The order to bring back the broken flag made the demon suddenly feel something, and he was giving up the task he should have followed and quickly took off.

"What's going on?" Dante, who had not spoken, asked in a deep voice.

Gillard did not answer, but injected more magic power. He used a living contract. The only priority was his own life than the master's order. His contract made the demon encounter dangers that threatened his life. After weighing the trade-offs, he instinctively chose to protect himself, and his command was naturally delayed.

The picture presented by the magic scene has changed, and there was no time for the sky above the city to be filled with gray fog. The sky was dark, and if the demon had not made the sense of keenness, I would not have taken these common clouds and fogs in the floating city to heart.

"Those fogs are strange." Gillard finally pulled out his intermittent replies, causing the demon's heart to not only return what he saw, but also bring back fear. "It's very dangerous. Aoji said it didn't feel the dead air, but it felt dangerous, even more dangerous than the last siege."

Gillard asked the others what he meant, should he continue to investigate? Or could he recall the Devil?

The picture began to shake violently with the demon dodging left and right. The fog was not fast, but it was everywhere. The demon, who looked like a bat, was soon surrounded by the gray fog that filled the entire city. Without a retreat, it hurried to pray to Gillard, who was far away in Grantham, so that it could be freed from this danger as soon as possible.

"Let it come back, there is no need to sacrifice his life for such a clueless thing." Although he was anxious to figure out what was going on with the strange fog, Gonzalez would not let Gillard sacrifice his devil. A low-level devil who violated the contract would not consume much magic power, nor would he cause substantial damage to Gillard. However, this would indirectly reflect that he was a cold man, and he would not sacrifice his subordinates without achieving his goal.

"Just a demon." Abigail, who is also a mage, doesn't care. How could he know what those strange fogs would do without contacting them?

Gonzalez glanced at Abigail. He didn't like this consul from Xindu since he was a child. He was only ten years older than him, but he held an important position since he was sixteen. The huge empire was so stupid that it wanted to use such a short-sighted person who cares about his own extreme family interests. He was not far from destruction. Even if there were no undead, it would only delay for a while. Sooner or later, it would be destroyed.

"Let it come back, we will find another way to go for that fog."

Gonzalez stubbornly ordered as a duke, and Abigail laughed at it and called it a woman's kindness.
Chapter completed!