Mark and Bison were no strangers to this sound. It was as if their hearts were suddenly twisted by some mysterious force, and even jumping around became a luxury.
The mist around the elemental master quickly thickened, and the thick mist suddenly splashed out like a huge billowing wave, hitting the elemental master head-on.
"Hahaha! I've been waiting for you!" Two blazing fireballs the size of basins flew out of the elementalist's hand.
The high-heat fireball that kept spiraling hit the thick fog with a scream.
The thick fog that was still rolling a second ago suddenly stopped and then disappeared with a roar.
This is not the end, more thick fog is sweeping towards the elemental master, like an endless wave.
He fired three fireballs in a row, but was shocked to find that he had no way to stop the opponent. The elementalist panicked. The passive magic protection circle on his robe also released red light at this time, trying to resist the mist invasion.
Unfortunately, the dazzling fire only lasted less than three breaths before it was completely drowned by the mist with a "pop" sound.
The elementalist screamed, letting out a pitch-changed roar that was no less than a soprano. With fear on his face, he rolled and crawled in the opposite direction in an attempt to escape.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
It's not that he ran too slowly, but that it was a mistake for him to go crazy and provoke this monster in the fog.
It's hard to blame him. A bloody eye means that half of his sanity has long been eroded.
This is an inevitable result.
Less than a second.
The dense fog around him echoed with the sound of footsteps as dense as raindrops. If these footsteps were not too crisp, Mark might have thought they were the claws of a spider.
Obviously not.
In the first few seconds, the elementalist's dying cry could still be vaguely heard in the thick fog.
After a while, the dying howl disappeared, and all sounds gradually became softer.
As the dense fog quickly became thinner, most of it finally disappeared.
Everything returned to silence.
If it weren't for the large pool of blood and a devoured corpse in the middle of the lounge, it would even make people wonder whether nothing happened just now.
Mark didn't get close, but just glanced at it from a distance: Sure enough, the elementalist's legs also disappeared.
Benniu asked weakly: "What should we do?"
"Continue walking deeper into the academy."
Whether to advance or retreat, the 20 o'clock on the dice has already explained everything.
After entering this strange misty world, Mark couldn't say that he gained nothing. In his soul's vision, there were two more small spots of light.
One was brought by the apprentice of the Guardian Knight, and the light spot was even bigger.
The other one was brought by the elementalist. When he got a little closer to the body, the remaining soul of the elementalist turned into a point of light and flew into the 20-sided dice that the Byson chick couldn't see.
This phenomenon led Mark to speculate - can the dice help him automatically detect corpses?
Unfortunately, the light spot is still small. Unlike the Storm Force rubbings I obtained before, the overall shape is a complete ball of light.
Maybe a few more corpse-touching apprentices can make up for it.
Mark also noticed another thing: it seemed that the monster in the fog couldn't see them?
The distance just now cannot be said to be close, and it is definitely not far.
Even if the lights are turned off when he approaches, it is normal for him to attract monsters due to his quite active soul fire.
The monster completely ignored them.
This is very bizarre.
After passing through the lounge, you come to another atrium on the west side of the college. The huge hollow design separates the teaching area and the dormitory area.
In a normal college, this place is far from full of birds and flowers. At least it is clean and tidy, with bright street lights and a spacious space covered with gorgeous tiles.
At this time, the rest atrium had changed drastically. The outer wall on the north side had completely collapsed. A huge stone weighing at least a hundred tons was stuck on the outer wall of the building between the teaching area and the dormitory area, completely destroying half of the atrium space.
The land is occupied.
Mark had two choices before him: one was to go from the lounge to go deeper into the teaching area, and the other was to go to the dormitory area.
The dormitory area of the Mystery College is specially designed for instructors to live in. If something happens and it is inconvenient to leave the school, the instructors will stay overnight in the assigned dormitories. Younger instructors who have no money to buy a house will also live here.
The Bison girl spoke: "A stronger [abnormal] reaction came from deep in the teaching area."
"Then let's go to the dormitory area first."
"Why?"
"Maybe we can find help."
The college is so abnormal. Some senior students from other colleges and even other schools rushed in and asked why the tutor has not been seen since just now.
Normally, the instructor's combat power far exceeds that of the student.
There is no reason why the students can survive until now, but none of the stronger teachers have survived.
Bison is a bit stupid, but she is good at one thing: maybe she is scared and has various thoughts in her heart, but she will unconditionally obey Mark's orders in action. This is very comforting.
The two of them just carried the kerosene lamp and walked towards the dormitory area.
At this moment, a sharp shout suddenly came from the darkness ahead: "Who is there!?"
The next second, something like a spotlight shone a very bright light on the two people.
"Wait! We are living people." Mark covered his eyes with one hand and slowly raised the other hand holding the lantern to show that he meant no harm.
"Let go of your left hand and let me see your eyes."
Being illuminated by the strong light, they could barely open their eyes. Mark and Bison managed to open their eyelids.
Within a few seconds, the other person seemed to be relieved.
"Praise the mystery! Your eyes haven't turned red. Come here quickly, it's still safe here for now."
The bright light disappeared.
Mark and the two ran over in small steps and saw a man dressed as a guard lighting a kerosene lantern in the gatehouse next to the fence at the door of the dormitory.
"Are you..." Mark hesitated.
The man sighed: "Anthony, the insignificant dormitory janitor."
Mark noticed that Anthony's other hand held a double-barreled shotgun with a golden inscription on the barrel.
Both parties immediately introduced themselves briefly.
Anthony was surprised and said: "You just entered this damn place not long ago?"
"Yes, about an hour, maybe more." Mark showed off a sultry pocket watch given to him by a rich lady. The diamonds on it reflected the light of the oil lamp and almost blinded the eyes of others.
Opening the watch cover, everyone found that the pocket watch had stopped.
Mark: "No matter what I do, the pointer doesn't move."
High-priced mechanical pocket watches are quite reliable most of the time.
The gatekeeper sighed: "We don't know how many days we have been here. Maybe ten days, maybe a few months. Time in the dark has lost its meaning."
"You?" Mark noticed the words used by the other party.
"Well, follow me first." He didn't take Mark into the dormitory area. After entering the fence, he walked to the side instead.
After passing through a tunnel that was not too long and could accommodate two people walking side by side, Mark and the two were surprised to find that the gatekeeper brought them to a small platform on the cliff outside the main building of the school.
Miss Bison couldn't help but ask: "The fog won't invade here?"
"Thank you Dean for the magic runes." Anthony pointed to the top of the tunnel entrance, where there was a magic circle emitting light blue light, carved on the stone wall: "Originally it was just windproof, but later it seemed that something was added
.We don’t understand the things of extraordinary beings.”
The platform is not big, only about fifty square meters. There is a row of wooden fences on the side. If it were a normal scene, it would be a cliff like an abyss. At this time, all that can be seen is a thick rolling fog.
Most of the platform is occupied by a two-story wooden house.
The light provided by the kerosene lamp was insufficient and everything was hazy.
The rough wooden door opened with a creak, and Anthony made a 'please' gesture: "I don't know what happened to the college. At least during this period, the dormitory door and here are safe."
The door opened, and while the kerosene light on the wall next to the entrance was projected, a woman's voice came from inside: "Anthony, is that you?"
"It's me, dear." Anthony replied with a silly smile on his face: "That's my wife, Suzy."
Turning his head, he shouted again: "Guess what I encountered? Two students who were not contaminated."
"Oh, that's great." The woman inside shouted again: "Sorry, guests, I'm cooking, Anthony will greet you first."
"It's okay. It's our fault for bothering you." Mark responded with a smile.
Anthony let the two of them in, closed the door, pointed to the vertical clothes rack next to the door, and then opened the exaggeratedly large shoe cabinet built into the wall next to the entrance, revealing two rows of shoes neatly arranged inside.
There was insufficient light, so it was difficult to see what shoes were inside.
"Take off your coats and shoes first. I need to disinfect them. Well, you two should understand that we just instinctively prevent any contaminants from entering the home."
"Oh, okay." The Bison girl subconsciously sat on the small stool specially placed next to the shoe cabinet and was about to prepare her slippers when Mark suddenly stopped her.
Mark glanced at the oversized shoe cabinet that could hold at least fifty pairs of shoes, and said for no reason: "I can take off my coat. Forget about the shoes."
"Why?" Anthony was stunned.
Mark's smile was weird, and he pointed at Cunniu: "Although it's rude to say it to a lady, I still have to tell Mr. Anthony that... her feet are stinky."
The Bison girl's brain shut down for a second, and then her face showed uncontrollable shame and anger.
This was the worst time in her life that she had been hacked.
"I...my feet stink."
Mark insisted: "I'm sorry, it does stink. I'm so sick that I almost vomited. But you can't smell it yourself."
This time, the expressions on Anthony's and Byson's faces were equally wonderful.
