"It's only been a few decades, but the ground has changed so much. I just don't know who summoned us here." In just a few seconds, the aboleth had understood everything it wanted to know, and then that
The tentacles glowed with a black light.
System prompt: You are affected by slavery, your perception judgment fails, and you lose control of your body.
For creatures with the ability to detect thoughts and control humans, solving problems is always so simple and violent.
Just as the system prompted, Sherlock, who was affected by the spell, followed the telepathy of the aboleth and took action. Accompanying him was the water fairy Jerami who was imprisoned next to him.
The two of them walked around the rooms step by step and arrived at a tall tower-shaped building in the center. This room seemed to be cast under a water-avoiding spell. A huge portal stood in the center of the tower, surrounded by dense fish monsters guarding it.
Passing through the path vacated by the fish monsters, the two stood on either side of the portal, and then a series of weird syllables came out of their mouths.
Although he didn't know what the function of these syllables was, judging from what he saw through Frog Eyes, they should be chanting a certain spell, and this spell seemed to be beyond his current spell-casting ability.
As the magic trace became clearer and clearer, the portal became brighter from being dim at the beginning, and the space began to shake, as if something was about to come out of the door.
Just when the spell was about to be completed, Sherlock suddenly felt a pain in his Adam's apple, and the last syllable was stuck in his throat.
"My mind shield can only last for 1 minute, so run away."
A voice reached his ears, and then the water fairy next to him turned into a statue and jumped into his arms. The fish monsters around him also realized that something was wrong and all swarmed up.
The situation was urgent and there was no room for overthinking. Running was always the right thing to do anyway. Strengthening Yan Hui's attack, he suddenly jumped out to a distance of 50 yards, then kicked off his legs and swam upward.
There are many more options for action in the water than on the ground. It is difficult for these fish monsters to stop Sherlock who just wants to escape. But as long as he surfaces, the situation will be much simpler.
Three minutes later, almost as soon as he jumped out of the water, Lan was teleported above him from the astral world. The blue-feathered bird snake that instantly grew larger grabbed his extended tongue and spread its wings to fly.
Lan, who was already level 18, still couldn't fly with people for a long time. He almost only flew forward a short distance before throwing Sherlock away.
But this distance was enough. He spread his legs and three fingers, stepped on the water and ran towards the shore. Lan acted as a perfect springboard, pulling him every time he was almost unable to escape.
It's like swinging for a long distance.
After running for more than an hour, he finally ran out of the range of Yuanxing Lake, but he did not return to the range of Yuanxing Town, and came to the supreme wasteland on the other side.
The building complex was originally relatively close to the Supreme Wasteland. At that time, he chose a direction closest to the shore and ran in the direction closest to the shore. It was not surprising that he came here.
On the other hand, those fish monsters saw him running ashore and even chased him for a mile. If the amphibian's movement speed on the ground had not been greatly hindered, this chase would probably have continued.
Go down.
At this moment, Sherlock, who had finally escaped the pursuit, was hiding under a hill, resting and thinking about everything that had just happened.
Aboleths are creatures with high intelligence, and have inherited the memories of countless generations of lives, allowing them to know a lot of ancient and mysterious knowledge. Their psychic abilities are even more difficult to guard against.
Fortunately, the water elf didn't seem to be simple. He used some method to forcibly cut off the spiritual link between the two and the other party, and they were able to escape death. However, the other party is now like this. I don't know if he can change back.
We can only wait until we get back.
Just as Sherlock was about to summon the Thestral, he saw the sky suddenly darken, followed by heavy rain and roaring thunder.
"It can't be Desert Storm." Seeing this weather, he immediately thought of one of the three most famous things in the High Desert.
As the largest open wilderness in western Faerûn, the High Wasteland is inhabited by only a few creatures. But whether it is the terrifying giant troll, the cruel orc or the cunning bugbear, they all have a common identity, that is, they are robbers.
.Countless caravans are attacked by these three creatures every day.
The namesake is a proverb and a climate.
"Bones and thrones in the lost land", this proverb originates from the abandoned castles, stone tombs, and caves scattered all over the wasteland. Thief players have discovered mysterious treasures more than once, and even this commission from Miliuxi is
Hired to explore a ruins.
Therefore, there have always been legends that a prosperous civilization appeared in the Supreme Wasteland a long time ago. As for why this place became such a barren desert now, let's talk about the third thing here, which is what Sherlock encountered now.
Desert storm is a kind of terrible weather that no living thing can withstand. According to legend, the ancient civilization was destroyed by a storm that lasted for more than three months.
It may be a bit exaggerated to say that no creature can resist, but a level 20 half-elf druid is obviously included in it.
Fortunately, there are many places in the High Wasteland that can be used as safe havens. After searching for a while, one person and one bird found a thick stone mountain.
The narrow ledge on the rocky mountain certainly cannot provide protection, but if you look closely, you will find an arched entrance the size of two people penetrates deep into the heart of the mountain from the thick rock.
The ground outside the entrance slopes outward, guiding rainwater to flow outward, so the inside of the doorway seems very dry, making it a good place to shelter from wind and rain.
But Sherlock is not the only visitor to this safe haven. There are also three tall barbarians inside, and they don't look like players.
There are always barbarians wandering around in the wild frontier. There are good people and evil people among them. The key depends on which clan they belong to.
There are ten barbarian clans, and each clan has an ancestral hill, its own old enemies, beliefs, and different codes of conduct.
For example, most of the barbarians in the Supreme Forest come from the forest tribes near the Grandfather Tree. Most of them are from the good camp and have a pretty good relationship with the druids who guard there.
Judging from their clothing and chest tattoos, the few people in front of Sherlock seemed to belong to the elk tribe in the Eternal Wasteland. Their reputation in the outside world was equivalent to that of bandits.
Because there is an unwritten rule in the Supreme Wasteland, there is a truce during the storm, so the conflict between the two sides will not break out for the time being, but once the storm is over, this battle is almost inevitable.
