199.Chapter 199 – Gam’s Dreams
Chapter 199 – Gam’s Dream
The sentry tower known to players as the “Silent Post” was located in the southeast direction of the Blight Trail.
This is where the three lands meet.
To the northwest was the lush Whispering Forest, and to the northeast was the Mercury Forest, whose leaves were mainly gold and silver.
As for the south direction, the terrain gradually lowered, mountainous hills, the Dwarves’ totems of the past buried under the rugged surface.
As Hui Yu approached, the sky seemed to darken considerably.
There was a gust of cloudy wind around the area, and the tree trunks around the sentry towers took on a bizarre grayish-purple color.
Coupled with the fact that it was winter and the leaves were falling off, from a distance it looked like a human’s withered torso grotesquely sticking out into the air.
“Do we really have to just break the window?”
Mr. Xia asked.
Mr. Sa: “No way no way, you’re not afraid, are you?”
Mr. Xia: “Your mother, you two long-distance, just buddy is melee can not be afraid? This is the octopus brother, don’t buddy by it heart control then backhand dark jie strike to send you both away, level nine dark jie strike, just ask you are afraid of it.”
Weidian Kite: “Then don’t do this, you don’t go in, stay at the top of the tower to hang out, and so on finished I send you an exclamation mark, you come down to touch the body okay?”
Mr. Xia: “What do you mean Northeastern people, you take words to provoke me is not it?”
Wei Temple Kite: “Then you think too much, buddy this is for the sake of the team, team you understand it.”
Mr. Sa: “I think he said there is no problem, or he alone to go below. In case we miss, he can still carve words on our tombstones.”
Wei Diankui: “It’s not impossible, so let’s do it.”
Although Mr. Xia cursed on his lips, he also agreed with this approach.
The tombstone engraving and whatnot was a joke, but mainly he was afraid of being controlled and causing the group to be destroyed.
That would be a real “hit my teammates”.
So Hui Yu suddenly lowered his height and hung a skeleton on a tree.
Then he pulled himself up, and with a holy shimmering light around him, he rushed into the area enveloped in silence.
Only the skeleton was left cursing and descending the tree.
“Damn you, and you disarmed my gun!”
……
A crisp sound of shattering glass rang out, followed by what seemed like the entire tower shaking.
Gam woke up from his chaotic nightmare and subconsciously struggled, but still couldn’t break free from the slimy bonds.
Only his eyes could move.
By the light that filtered in between the cracks, he could barely make out that a dozen people, including himself, were bound in a kind of grayish-purple biological tissue.
The tissue was attached to the floor and ceiling above and below, like a vesicle that encased them, revealing only a face.
Unlike himself, who was still occasionally awake, the rest of his companions were afraid they would never wake up in their lives.
He sighed in his mind.
Things went back three years.
At that time, they had discovered a void rift near the magic network node on the third floor of the sentry tower.
It was logical that such a thing should have been reported to the Lion King Trading House, which was responsible for the maintenance of the magic network, but it was stopped by an elven mage who had worked for a certain void sac manufacturing company in Veritas.
He said that not only would that cost a considerable amount of money for repairs, but he would also miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
So, under his leadership, the people began to penetrate the void through the rift in reverse, by fixing and cutting the space, secretly making “unbranded” void sacs.
Although the stability is not as good as professional products, but less brand joining fee and various taxes, their goods in the price concessions huge space.
So the annual sale of void sacs alone can make everyone here earn hundreds of gold coins, and the mage at the head of the pot is full of money.
This wonderful life lasted for two years, until one day, that mage brought everyone here, saying that he wanted to hold a meeting to decide the future.
Then he locked the door and uncovered his skull in front of everyone.
There was no brain in there, but a transparent purple creature that had appeared at some point.
It had a bulbous, smooth head with humanoid eyes on either side.
Eight tentacle-like limbs pulled at the mage’s head, as if it were shaking and shaking in a water-filled brain. But no one found that scene cute, everyone realized the seriousness of the problem and pulled out their weapons.
However, the light in the creature’s eyes swept over them, and they were all reduced to slaves.
The following days were like a nightmare scene.
They watched as their bodies uncontrollably sent the “all clear” observation back to headquarters.
Then, in the midst of their work, they uncovered the brains of their companions, allowing the creature to give birth to its young and thrive therein.
The exception was Gammy.
The creature had broken open his brain, but only looked at it and left shaking its head.
He didn’t know whether to be thankful or angry.
By the time everyone had monsters growing in their heads, everyone but the initial mage was herded into the cellar.
The monsters had grown out of their brains and turned into the trees that now bound them.
Sticky fungus-like grayish-purple bio-tissue littered the ceiling and floor, crawling up the stairs to nowhere.
While Gam’s brain was empty, the slime molds surrounding it were wrapped up from the outside.
He felt something clawing at his scalp, and figured the others were doing the same.
After this, they wouldn’t need to eat, but they wouldn’t starve either.
It was as if something had traveled down the tissue into their bodies.
In addition it is a nightmare day after day.
From time to time he dreamed that he was being chased by a monster, and there seemed to be others in the dream.
But unlike himself who got away every time, they would always be caught and ripped apart physically.
The scene was like they were dismembering a pheasant or a hare.
“I don’t know how much longer I can survive.”
Gam thought so numbly.
Suddenly, he heard a noise from the corner of the room, followed by a hole breaking open in the wall.
A guy with a skull head and wearing dark purple leather armor rolled out from it.
Watch out!
Gam’s eyes bugged out, anxious to tell him out loud.
There were traps all over the place, and once a passing elf had noticed something wrong and tried to come in to check it out, only to become brain-dead as well, and then in a nightmare of being hunted down and killed, Gam saw the other side as well.
At that moment, only to see the biological tissue on top of the others’ heads suddenly crack open one after another, and a single wet, purple, soft creature shot out of it and lunged straight towards that skeletal head.
However, right in front of Gam’s despairing gaze, the guy in front of him raised both arms and wielded two daggers with lightness and precision.
It was as if it was dancing, moving surprisingly fast, but not so fast as to be dazzling.
It was a clean, simple dance.
It was as if each movement had a clear goal, rather than a haphazard flailing in panic.
The snapping sound kept ringing out, the sound of a purple soft-bodied monster being precisely dissected and then landing on the ground.
Gamm was in a hurry again.
He was so anxious!
He wanted so badly to speak, to loudly remind his opponent that these little things were extremely resilient, their cores constantly traveling through their bodies, and that they were hard to hit.
The best way was to go up and stomp on it, completely stomping it!
Otherwise it would quickly heal and continue to attack!
However, a bizarre situation arose.
Those monsters that landed on the ground struggled for a few moments before drying up one after another, as if all the moisture and flesh had been sucked out of their bodies, leaving only an empty shell.
Subsequently, the cold wind from the cracks on the wall blew, and they shattered.
(End of chapter)