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"Like what?"
In Blofeld's serious eyes, Tina expressed her first inner feelings.
"It's a bit unbelievable to say, just like his attack can bypass my shield, I can't achieve perfect defense at all. No matter what, as long as I am attacked by him, I will be injured... If this crack can be regarded as a 'wound'
if."
After patting his face to wake himself up, Blofeld let go of the female shield guard's hand.
"...Wait a minute, let's reorganize our thoughts. This place is really weird. There are many things that cannot be judged according to principles... First of all, we can be sure that our attacks in the gray mist will not cause fatal damage to the enemy.
Injury will not cause the disabling effect of severed limbs, it will only increase the degree of 'fragmentation' of the enemy's body.
Even beheading is not enough. If you want to kill the enemy, the body must be 'broken' to a certain extent that it cannot sustain life, right?"
Forcing her eyes away from the crack on the back of her left hand, Tina nodded.
"That's right, our attack made the Emerald Territory soldier unable to maintain his body, and then he shattered into pieces and turned into ashes."
"And judging from your situation, it is very likely that we cannot defend ourselves in the gray fog. No matter whether we block the enemy's attack or not, as long as the enemy's knife strikes us or touches us, our bodies will be affected.
There will be more cracks, and if we suffer heavy blows or fatal injuries, there will be even more cracks, until our bodies are as shattered as that weird Emerald Collar soldier."
"The only way to defend is to perfectly avoid attacks so that the enemy cannot hit us."
"Tina, otherwise you'd better stop holding the shield..."
"If I don't hold a shield, once I can't dodge the attack, I will be hurt more seriously.
Captain Blofeld Sword, what I learned in Dauntless Vanguard is the one-handed sword and shield. In this battle, I have no choice. At least I can block some of the unavoidable attacks and give you an opportunity to attack.
If one of us is destined to return to Demacia, I hope it is you. Only you can make the Demacians understand the current situation in Leinland. I am afraid that with these gray fogs, Noxus in the Emerald Territory
People don’t have the time to do small tricks.”
The atmosphere was a little heavy. Blofeld nodded and looked directly into the female shield guard's resolute gaze.
"I don't like such depressing words. This time the two of us are going back together. Anyway, you try to avoid attacks from now on. I will be the main attacker and you will support me from the side. Tina, don't underestimate Dema."
The sword captain of West Asia is now a captain, and I don’t need you, a little girl, to take care of him.”
Gritting her teeth, Tina nodded in agreement.
The road in the gray fog is farther and more hopeless than imagined. The unchanging scenery is as boundless as the gray sea. The silence and darkness can wear away the last trace of patience.
From time to time, a few unconscious people would rush towards the two of them shouting murderous words. Fortunately, after knowing some of the rules of the gray fog, and by using the environment and obstacles, the two of them could work together to deal with ordinary madmen without any harm.
Only the armored soldiers of the Emerald Territory would put some pressure on the two of them. During this period, some soldiers' equipment did not turn into ashes. This allowed Blofield to find a pair of hand armor and a suitably suitable half-breastplate.
I don't know how long it took, but the two people, who were unaware of their hunger and thirst, saw the castle in front of them. The fragments of the steel gate of the castle that had been blown up by explosives were piled up not far away. After walking for a long time, they actually circled back to the starting point.
"It seems that no matter which way we go, we will eventually return here. According to the Noxians, the source of the gray fog may be here."
Blofeld picked up a set of Noxian dragon lizard knight's saddle from the ground. Apparently a dragon lizard died here, but he didn't know if the owner of the dragon lizard was also here.
Looking up at the castle in front of her that looked like a giant man-eating beast, Tina noticed that her body was a little stiff.
"Are we going in?"
"Do you think we have any other options?"
With a wry smile, Blofeld stroked the crack on his arm.
"If we don't work hard, I'm afraid we really won't be able to get out."
…
In a closed room in Leinland Castle, Milton, whose arms were already covered with cracks, sat on the ground with a sullen face, silently sharpening the edge of his favorite knife with the whetstone he carried with him, surrounding Milton's
More than a dozen Emerald Leader soldiers were all injured, with some hideous cracks on their bodies.
The short Meimi holds the Eternal Catalyst Stone tightly in her left hand, and uses an obsidian crystal staff in her right hand to control a fire elemental bird made of magic elements. The fire elemental bird is looking for the next step in the maze-like castle.
On the way forward, the other two surviving mages sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated at a faster pace.
It wasn't until Meimi removed the magic that the cold sound of sharpening the knife stopped, and Milton set his sights on the female mage.
"How's it going? Have you found a suitable road?"
Nodding, Meimi took the paper and pen and began to draw the next route of travel.
"This is the route with the smallest number of 'lost people', and you can't see it further away, but I can be sure that we are not far from the lord's main castle, because I saw the lord's kitchen at the end of the corridor.
Milton, more lost people are approaching our direction, we must move forward immediately."
While they were talking, a soldier with an emerald collar who was taking a nap in the room suddenly began to twitch. The soldier murmured an inaudible language, and the expression on his face looked ferocious and terrifying.
Milton didn't need to say anything. Two Emerald Soldiers slashed at their comrades with swords. The long swords hit their necks and hearts. They watched their comrades shatter into pieces and turn into ashes on the ground. The surviving soldiers
There was a look of disappointment that was difficult to conceal on his face, and a strange atmosphere was pressing in everyone's heart, as if the next person would become a 'lost' at any time, and be killed on the spot by his companions while muttering.
In any case, burying a comrade who has lost his mind with his own hands is still a huge blow to morale, and no one wants such an ending.
Milton stood up, holding a long knife, and looked at each soldier with a solemn tone.
"Everyone, please remember that we are the most elite warriors in the Emerald Territory. It is our highest honor to hold our sword high and die on the battlefield. We will continue to fight until the moment we stop breathing. Death is not terrible, but death is terrible.
It is we who are overcome by fear. That is a mentality only cowards have, and it is our greatest shame.
If I lose my mind, please kill me without hesitation, and Andrew will take over the command. If Andrew also dies in battle, Rex, the highest-ranking military officer, will continue to command, and so on."
Having said this, Milton's eyes gained a touch of blood, and the magic steel sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if it resonated with its owner.
"All living people must protect Master Memi at all costs and cooperate with Master Memi to move forward until we destroy the culprit who caused the gray fog.
In the dictionary of the Emerald Territory, there is no retreat at all. We must become crazier and more terrifying warriors than the Lost.
Follow me and kill all enemies in front of you."
The strange feeling of loss was swept away, and everyone stood up and clenched the weapons in their hands.
"If you can follow Lord Milton and die on the battlefield, you will have no regrets even if you die!"
